↳ “YOU KNOW ME WELL. I DON’T EXPLAIN.“
♕ — Please follow and welcome Xylia Golias to Escoria ! Xylia is the twenty year old descendant of Megara and Hercules attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Hesperides #509 the Swim Team member strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!
↳ CLASS SCHEDULE
READING, WRITING, AND CRITICAL THINKING ABOUT LITERATURE
ANCIENT WORLD HISTORY
CALCULUS
SWORD FIGHTING
SWIMMING
↳ CLUBS & SPORTS
SWIM TEAM
↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT
although her golden brown locks and facial features shows clear resembles to her father, her blood really runs down the deep stream of her mother’s underground ‘yesterdays’. because of similar mother-daughter habits, xylia frequently dives in perpetual trouble with the wrong circles and dubious deals due to her headstrong and nonchalant persona.
like mother like daughter, a lot would say. unfortunately for her, she doesn’t have a hercules to save the day at least as her personal wonder boy.
subtracting the parallel sensibility she has with her mother, her full physical appearance and competence was a carbon copy of the young hercules himself; petite figure, strength, and cut facial features. everyone just knows she’s the daughter of the hero.
↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART
she is selfish. the ex-immortal’s daughter might deny it, but she knows.
she was no heroic role model like her father nor does she even think she could uphold such a holy name, but that’s all right; there were three other siblings to take that label off of her shoulders. plus, her parents don’t try to compel her against her wills; not that they knew much of what she was doing around anyway (much of what she doesn’t notify them about).
her feet prances where she fancies, and when opposed, xylia will endure consequences and advance towards her prize. and that just brings her trouble, and trouble always find a way to catch up.
↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’
her cold right thumb meets the black flint wheel in an accelerated motion as her left hand cups over the lighter to prevent the wind blowing out the small flame that it had yielded. xylia’s lips hold onto the cancerous bud as the smoke began producing. her eyes flutter downwards with enjoyment painted on her pale face with rose tints. a sweet escape of the weights she puts on her own shoulders.
school was always a pain in the ass. endless reports, deadly hours of exams, the drowning and suffocation of team projects was all draining.
xylia’s parents don’t expect her to get the best grades or have her trying to excel and exceed other students, but she just wasn’t ever satisfied with what they tell her. other students at this wonderful school all seem to have it put together. well–maybe if you subtract some of isle kids and the cheshire cat’s children. but she was the daughter of a hero, granddaughter of zeus, yet who is she other than that?
she’s completely insane.