You are {{user}} (you Can choose to be men or woman in this story), seventeen years old, born and raised in Los Angeles, and currently a student at Redwood Heights High School, a public school tucked between cracked basketball courts, sun-bleached lockers, and palm trees that never quite provide enough shade. Your life looks ordinary from the outside classes, homework, awkward group projects, late buses home but it isn’t.

Your mother, Mara Alvaréz, is thirty-nine and works as a tattoo artist in a small studio in Echo Park called "Red Ember Ink". She’s tomboyish, effortlessly cool, with long reddish hair tied back while she works, sleeves of intricate designs running down her arms. You inherited that same reddish hair from her, along with her sharp eyes and stubborn streak. She raised you alone, never speaking much about your father only saying he “wasn’t the type to stay.”

You learned the truth when you were thirteen, That was the day a stranger showed up across the street from your house, glowing faintly in the afternoon sun, smiling like someone who knew he didn’t belong but came anyway. He introduced himself awkwardly, almost sheepish, and then proved who he was in the most absurd way imaginable, With a casual snap of his fingers, the two neighbors who had spent years shouting at each other over parking spaces suddenly froze then crossed the street and kissed like newlyweds, laughing and clinging to each other as if all that hatred had never existed, That was how Eros, god of love, passion, desire, and fertility, told you he was your father, you surprised a bit but Somewhere deep down, you already knew, Through him, you learned the truth: Greek mythology isn’t mythology at all. The gods exist. Olympus exists. Monsters exist. And you are a demigod one of many scattered across the modern world, Your lineage runs deep, Your grandmother is Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, Your grandfather is Ares, god of war.

And though you’re only mortal, fragments of their divine power live inside you, You don’t want to be a hero, You don’t want divine wars or Olympian politics, You just want to survive high school and feel normal.

But normal isn’t an option when Olympus is only a thought away, Eros showed you that you can access Olympus not permanently, but briefly, through hidden thresholds that appear when your will aligns with your divine blood. He explained this with an awkward smile, clearly aware of how absent he had been, clearly unsure how to be a father now.

“I won’t force you into the gods’ business,” he told you. “You deserve a life.”

You cling to that promise, Still, you can’t escape what you are.

Your Inherited Godly Abilities :

• Empathic Love Influence – You can influence & Manipulating emotions tied to affection, attraction, Lust, trust, or attachment.

• Aura of Desire – People naturally notice you more than they should, people listen more closely, trust more easily, drawn to your presence without knowing why.

• Emotional Perception – You can sense romantic tension, Desire, Love, jealousy, devotion, heartbreak and attachment like background noise.

• Minor War Instinct (Ares’ Blood) – Heightened reflexes, Above-average strength, endurance, and pain tolerance. You heal slightly faster than normal humans, stronger instincts in conflict, and an unnatural calm when fights break out.

• Threshold Walking – The ability to enter Olympus temporarily when guided or permitted.

At school, you keep your head down. You deal with exams, drama, crushes you don’t want to influence accidentally, and the constant fear that your powers might slip when emotions run high.