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Character Sheets for Deception​

 

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poppylan yoo.

the mean girl • 18 •

— introduction.

name.

poppylan yoo.

nicknames.

poppy.

camp.

camp half-blood.

age/d.o.b.

18 / march 6th.

zodiac.

pisces.

sexuality.

heterosexual (maybe.)

gender.

female.

godly parent.

eros.

role.

the mean girl.

race/ethnicity

korean american.



— appearance.

hair.

A light brown, fading to blonde at the end. Normally kept fairly long, currently resting at her hips.

eyes.

Naturally dark brown, matched with a monolid shape.

skin.

Having a naturally pale complexion, Poppy works to keep acne away and her skin smooth.

body/build.

Poppy wasn't exactly built for fighting. Although she possesses some muscles, the young girl is still rather thin. Matched with her 5'9 height, she often claims it's impossible for her to gain any more weight or muscle mass. (That's a lie, since she simply prefers others to do the 'hard' work for her.)

distinguishing features.

Poppy is cited as having a naturally 'sad' face whenever she isn't actively making an expression. Although that tends to earn her instant pity from those around her, once she opens her mouth, those feelings tend to evaporate.

face claim.

Sora Park.



— persona.

personality.

Poppy is an interesting person, to say the least. A well-known shit stirrer around the camp, everyone wants to be her while absolutely despising her. She's the first person to tell you if your boyfriend is cheating on you, but then hook up with him the moment you two break up. Seemingly unbothered by the opinions of others, one can expect brutal honesty when talking to the girl. In the wise words of Cady Heron, 'The weird thing about hanging out with Regina was that I could hate her, and at the same time, I still wanted her to like me.' The same exact thing could be said about Poppy. Yet unlike Regina, Poppy doesn't have a gaggle of girls to follow her around. Often times, in fact, she's alone with her own thoughts. Guess that's what happens when you're a bitch to everyone and everything that looks at you. So far, there's no 'soft' side to Poppy either. Who the hell wants to get close enough to her to find out?

fatal flaw.

Although she doesn't show it, rumors are the real threats to Poppy. Never one to spread them, and even more susceptible to those about herself, Poppy is firm on getting things her way through the truth. Though people are smart enough to not bring up rumors around the girl, it's easy to break her if one starts throwing them out, especially if they have a twinge of truth to them.

habits.

Despite always having a seemingly very expensive manicure, Poppy has a bad habit of taping her nails whenever she's bored or impatient.

likes/dislikes.

While Poppy enjoys a good cup of tea or a nicely brewed coffee, there are far more things she dislikes. And she's very vocal about it. The thing that irks her the most, however, is the fake friendliness people often display to her to stay on her good side. She'd much rather someone be rude and mean with their intentions than fake and manipulative. If there's anyone that knows manipulation, it's Poppy.

weapon.

Since Poppy isn't one to rely on her pure strength in a fight, she focuses on disarming and her opponent through the use of two metal fans. Often kept clipped to each hip, the seemingly underwhelming weapons are quite powerful in the skilled hands of Poppy.

powers.

Poppy possesses powers of the more silent type. Subtle and dangerous, it's hard to tell when she's using her abilities.

Amokinesis - Being the daughter of Eros, Poppy has the unique and potent ability to manipulate the desires of others. Although she's also able to manipulate what they love, it's what they want that really allow for Poppy to shine. However, it's fickle and dangerous to use. Desiring something is much more dangerous than loving something, and Poppy knows exactly what a person is willing to go through to get what they want. Campers of all kinds often come to Poppy to have her try and convince their crush to go out with them, and often leave empty-handed and sniffling after she rips through their pitiful request. Since she rarely uses it for the benefit of others, it's hard to pinpoint the weakness of the power. Some say it's amazing and that there isn't a downside, but Poppy knows better. Once Poppy amplifies or puts a desire out into the world, it's very hard to take that sort of thing back. Even if she's able to remove a foreign desire from her target, there'll always be a residue of something wrong there. It's straight up impossible to remove already established feelings, too.

Charmspeak - Desire and getting what you want go hand in hand. A rare ability to have, it's no surprise someone as headstrong as Poppy would be able to talk her way out of any trouble. Most people chalk it up to her being really convincing, but only a few are aware of the fact that Poppy possesses a truly sly tongue. However, she rarely seems to use it, and only seems to call on her most powerful ability whenever she wants to get out of another punishment for making a camper cry again. Since she's out of practice with the ability, Poppy is even more susceptible to the weakness that come with Charmspeaking.


— backstory.

backstory.

When people meet Poppy for the first time, they often leave wondering if the girl was always that mean. Truth be told, it's a bit more complicated than that...

Growing up to a single mother, life started out hard for poor Poppy. First off, she was named Poppylan. Have you ever met someone named Poppylan? Probably not. Although her mother assured her that her name had a deeper meaning than it seems, the young girl just didn't buy it. Especially after the kids in her class laughed at her when she exclaimed that her name did have a meaning, she just didn't know. Throw in the fact that she was Asian-American with a single mother made childhood a somewhat bitter experience for the young demigod. She also learned early on to not ask Mom about Dad, because it made her sniffle and cry and lock herself in her bedroom for days, only coming out to pull out some frozen bulgogi from two weeks ago for Poppy to eat.

Whenever those episodes happened, Poppy would leave right through the front door and wander on the streets until she found the nearest vendor selling something hot and fast. Of course, she didn't have money, but it also never occurred to the young girl that she needed it. Whenever she asked the vendor for a meal, they'd simply hand one over with a dazed look on their face, and she'd walk right back to the apartment with her hot-dog. It wasn't like Mom was going to mention to Poppy that she was actually the daughter of the God of love and sex, and that people definitely didn't just give out goods for free.

The older she grew, however, it became more obvious Poppy wasn't normal. Whenever she was harassed in school by local idiots, they instantly stopped when she snapped at them. And when people saw others tremble in fear after realizing they did something unknowingly, they stayed clear from Poppy. In their minds, she was just another rising Queen Bee. Of course, there were a handful of students who liked the power she had. Those were the kids who stuck around her and profited off her power over others, despite Poppy seeming to give no shits about them. People rightfully assumed she was mean, but didn't try to guess why.

In fact, Poppy was mean to people. When she looked them in the eye, it was like looking straight through them. She knew exactly what they wanted. Protection, power, or just her. They never wanted to really be with her as a friend; in fact, they hated her. They were jealous, but they were scared of crossing her. It's not like she enjoyed that much power over them, but what else was she supposed to do? It's not like they wanted to be friends with, so why she should offer the olive branch? It wasn't her fault people felt that way about her, all she did was speak her mind and people listened.

As the years went on, Poppy's mother became more shut in. She'd collect artworks of winged men and roses, and the soon their small apartment was overrun with the overwhelming scent of the flowers. She'd sit at the canvas all day, painting the same exact man over and over. When Poppy looked at her mother, she was the only person that Poppy couldn't figure out. She wanted something so badly, but it was fogged over like a steamed glass window. Talking to her was useless, as she only muttered and shoved Poppy away. By the age of thirteen, Poppy was the one making dinner and ushering her own mother to bed, only to come out and pluck dead rose petals up for hours.

Those hours alone at night made Poppy think. They made her angry sometimes, and she'd end up smashing a vase. Other times, she'd break down crying in front of a winged statue. For someone so young, she was quick to discover how much life can really suck. No one liked her at school, and she was invisible at home when she wanted to be seen the most. No one seemed to really listen to her, and only gave her what they thought she wanted. She often wondered if she was a bad person, and if she deserved it all.

It was only a year later that Poppy finally began to understand. Later in the afternoon, the young girl was walking home like normal. However, something felt wrong. The hair on her neck stood up constantly, and it felt like she was being watched. It had been a week since she cleared out the roses from her house, and two weeks since she had last seen her mother, who had decided to only come out at night. Every time she tried to bring back more roses, Poppy simply tossed them out. She was sick of their scent.

If only she knew that pungent perfume was keeping the monsters away. As Poppy kept walking faster, whatever was following her sped up. The streets were dead silent, and soon all she could hear was slithering behind her. When she finally looked back, it was impressive that she didn't scream and faint on the spot. Only twenty feet behind her stood a Dracaena, staring at her with rapt attention. Nearly paralyzed with fear, Poppy couldn't even react when the creature sprung forward with claws extended. However, she managed to say one thing.

"Stop!"

With that, the dracaena stopped in her tracks, a confused expression on her face. Poppy didn't question it, instead turning on her heels and sprinting. The rest of the night was a blur for the poor girl, a barbaric game of 'Red-light, Green-light.' Every time she ran far enough way, the dracaena would begin to advance until she screamed stop again, tears streaming down her face. She ran into the woods, her Hello Kitty backpack bouncing against her every step, leave the streets of New York behind her.

She doesn't exactly remembering arriving at Camp Half-Blood. She did, remember, however, the dracaena slamming into the barrier around the camp the moment she stepped through. After that, she fainted.

From there, it was history. Claimed by Eros, alone in his cabin. Whatever happened after that is lost to the mind of Poppy, considering she never seems to talk to anyone unless it's to boss them around, without her Charmspeak. Sometimes you might be lucky to hear her rant about Eros and his numerous affairs, but that's only if you're lucky. Otherwise, watch out.

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[BreeDav]

— 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.
‣ name: Ayda Moore
‣ nicknames: A
‣ age/d. o. b: 17, November 13
‣ gender: Female
‣ sexuality: Heterosexual
‣ godly parent: Somnus (Roman god of sleep)
‣ camp: Camp Jupiter, The Second Cohort
‣ role: Camp Jupiter’s Augur

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.
‣ hair: Brown, slightly curly, cut just below her chin.
‣ eyes: Brown, often scrunched closed by a smile
‣ skin: clear, sun tanned, youthful
‣ distinguishing features: SPQR tattoo with 4 lines (four years in the legion) on her arm. Above the SPQR symbol, she has a tattoo of a lituus (a wand with a spiraled tip, often used as a tool for divination by ancient augur's).
‣ face claim: Kaia Gerber

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— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
‣ personality: Ayda has truly found a home in Camp Jupiter. She had always been highly energetic and driven, but camp gave her something to throw all her energy into. She has an incredible love of learning, developing, and perfecting new skills. Since she came to camp Juniper, she’s been a bright light in the camp’s usually grim atmosphere.
‣ fatal flaw: too high expectations, quite a perfectionist.
‣ habit: obsessively counts her arrows, clings to a note pad and pen as she sleeps (to write down prophesies)
‣ likes/dislikes: bright colors, pretty and new weapons, being looked up to, being the best, having leadership positions, falling asleep outside / going too long without sleeping, dreamless nights, freeloaders, goals that are too easy to reach, imperfections, orange, not knowing, flowers (too temporary).
‣ weapon: Bow and arrows. She also carries daggers in case she is ever thrown into close combat.
‣ powers/abilities: Ayda sees prophesies in her dreams. Through touch, she can see the dreams of others while they are asleep, and is slowly but surely learning to control/manipulate them.

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— 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
‣Ayda had never been good at school. She loved after school clubs and had lots of friends, but she had never been good at studying and tests and homework. She always needed to be active. Her mother had been an artist, known for the reality bending paintings that she produced. Ayda had the first prophesy come to her when she was very young; it foretold that she would feel the depths of loneliness then would rise and find a family. When she woke up, she saw that her mother had suffered a heart attack and died in the night. For the next few years she was bounced around from foster home to foster home. Camp Jupiter saved her from two harpies who’d been posing as foster parents. When she got to camp, it turned out that one of her first foster parents had been an Augur and had recognized her talent. He’d been days away from sending her to Camp when she’d been taken and given to another family. The First Cohort had been hesitant to take a daughter of such a minor and unaggressive god. But the Second Cohort had been happy to take someone with such a highly respected recommendation letter. Since then, she’s proudly taken up the position of the Camp’s Augur.

 

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  ewan hammond,

  the golden boy.

  
  
  name ⇀ ewan james hammond
  nickname ⇀ ‘wen, mr. perfect, the congressman’s kid
  age ⇀ 19
  d.o.b. ⇀ jan. 8
  gender ⇀ male
  sexuality ⇀ bisexual
  race/ethnicity ⇀ caucasian
  godly parent ⇀ athena
  camp ⇀ half-blood
  role ⇀ the golden boy
  
  
  
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  history.

  
  history ⇀ Congressman Anthony Hammond was a breath of air for the miserable, decrepit New York district he resided in, and many hoped that his election would usher in a new period of hope for the neighborhood. A man who presented himself in a virtuous and personable manner, it wasn’t hard to see why citizens gravitated so easily to the then up-and-running candidate. And among the mass following of admirers he accrued for himself was Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom herself. Under the guise of an amateur lobbyist, the goddess interacted and conversed with the politician on numerous occasions, brief exchanges eventually giving way to lengthy dialogues on economic trends, fiscal policies, social movements, among a handful of other topics. Over time, their regular meetings over lunch began to resemble something more romantic in nature, and the rest of their chemistry would write itself.
  
  It was a difficult pill for the congressman to swallow, but the truth behind his eventual lover’s identity was an undeniable one. She had demonstrated the degree of her powers by performing unspeakable, physically impossible feats that left little room for interpretation. Yet her final act was the most staggering and passionate one of all, birthing a newborn child directly from the depths of her mind. Humbled, flattered, and overcome by her decision, Anthony gladly accepted the kid with open arms, in spite of the slew of questions he knew he would receive from the media as well as his new son.
  
  To say that Ewan lived a high-profile life for a child would be the understatement of the century. Between his father’s esteemed reputation and the sudden departure of his mother, the press wanted a word with him the second he was capable of speech and forming comprehensive thoughts. Of course, given the circumstances, there wasn’t much he had to complain about. It was a given that Athena couldn’t permanently reside with the new branch of her family, yet she still maintained a strong presence and regularly communicated with her loved ones—a luxury that many other demigod offspring undoubtedly did not have. Her continued presence also meant that his godly parentage was never much of a secret to him, and a fact he accepted for himself at a rather young age.
  
  If anything, the extra attention and scrutiny that Ewan faced from the media worked wonders for his self-confidence. Early on he had learned to watch his words at every turn—the last thing he wanted was for an accidental slip of the tongue to harm his father’s chances of being reelected. Thus, he quickly caught on to the intricacies and semantics of the political sphere, learning how to make a lasting impression that would reflect the unwavering honorous values of his father’s platform. He’d make it customary to shake the hands of every one of his father’s associates and finish his sentences with a wide smile. Even in his academics Ewan strived to excel and surpass expectations, despite the hurdles of being extremely dyslexic.
  
  Though he lived a drastically different life from those of his classmates, Ewan never really minded the spotlight cast over him. People from all over adored him for being so behaved and well-mannered at his age, and he managed to grow quite close to his dad behind closed curtains. With both his parents dropping in on a regular basis and ample care and compassion when they did spend time together, his unique bloodline was never much of an issue aside from the added challenge when it came to schooling. Only as he grew and matured as an individual did Ewan eventually come to grasp the gravity of his existence and the struggle of measuring up to the unparalleled influence of both his parents. The more he thought to himself, the more impossible it seemed to escape from the shadows of his mother and father, though he never once thought it an impossible task. Rather, he acknowledged the challenge to grow into his own person, independent from the accomplishments of others.
  
  It was also around this time that the monsters would begin to pay Ewan regular visits, who was only able to ward off the beasts due to his mother’s blessings. After a particularly nasty encounter with some of Arachne's spiders, he and his father both decided to turn to Camp Half-Blood for protection, believing that they could only rely on Athena’s intervention for so long before her duties would overwhelm her attention. Not to mention, it would be a PR disaster for Anthony if his only son was consistently spotted battered and bruised all over, and a living nightmare if Ewan ever turned up dead by the hand of some vengeful monster. The choice was an easy one to make, and all too soon he would be whisked away to the supposed demigod haven.
  
  The instant he arrived, training and studying became the name of the game, where he would practice tirelessly out of fear of being unprepared in the event of a monster attack. Even to this day, that much still hasn’t changed about him. During countless summers over several years, Ewan would never fail to demonstrate the validity of his reputation inside the camp grounds, his diligent and amicable approach to life trailing behind wherever he goes. Although beloved and appreciated by most members of the camp, Ewan never feels fully satisfied with his work, presuming that there is always room for him to improve. Truth be told, he’s even had second thoughts about returning to Camp Half-Blood on multiple occasions now, thinking that there’s isn’t much room left for him to learn and grow in the humble camp.
  
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  persona.

  
  personality ⇀ Charitable and considerate, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone that doesn’t have a good thing to say about the beloved Ewan Hammond. The press and media have branded him an apt successor of his father’s charm and intelligence, and those who are fortunate to be closely acquainted with the young man are quick to corroborate the claim. Both a good speaker and listener, he’s a complete people’s person and every interaction with him is said to be a positive one. He’s quite sociable and has mastered the art of pleasing crowds, every word out his mouth nothing short of perfect to the masses.
  
  Even among his fellow demigod campers, Ewan’s general goodwill is something many have experienced firsthand. He’s been known to assist others with combat training upon request alone, just the tip of the favor iceberg he’s carved out for himself. Naturally, the intentions behind his altruistic behavior has been called into question several times, his political background one of the most common arguments held against him. Of course he knows better than to indulge his critics, instead carrying on knowing full well how misled those people really are.
  
  So what is it that motivates the seemingly perfect human being? How does he find it in himself to do good at every turn of the corner, the number of enemies he’s made countable on a single hand?
  
  Why, it’s only his crippling fear of a premature death that drives him forward, that’s all.
  
  As the love-brain-child of the state’s most capable politician and a Greek goddess, for god’s sake, there is no greater pressure that Ewan experiences other than the one he puts on his own shoulders. He sees himself as the walking and breathing definition of someone born for greatness, and intends to do exactly that. Although a naturally self-assured individual, his superiority complex is further reinforced by the constant stream of praise and validation he receives from peers and mentors alike.
  
  Being the goddess of wisdom’s son has made Ewan an extensive thinker and ponderer, a greater burden than what one would initially assume. One might be surprised to discover that the guy is in actuality a severe pessimist and a chronic worrier, and can spontaneously delve into bleak and morbid lines of thought if left to his own devices. Believing that his capacity for greatness is immense, there is nothing that he fears more than dying at the hand of a stray monster and thus failing to meet his grand expectations. That thought alone was enough to motivate the countless hours he spent training with his weapons, until he became one of the camp’s most notorious overachievers.
  
  Knowing that even the smallest sliver of time is all it takes for these inner demons to creep on him, Ewan purposefully surrounds himself with people as a distraction, truly believing that any company is indeed good company if it keeps his fears at bay. And regardless of whether or not his company ever catches on to his internal concerns, it’s the one thing that will always linger in the back of his mind and keeps him up at night.
  
  fatal flaw ⇀ Much like the rest of his half-siblings, Ewan also falls victim to his own hubris. Not only does this encourage him to take on an excessively heavy workload, but also makes him quick to welcome challenges that may be too much for him. His excessive pride and independent attitude also hinder his willingness to accept help from others, even during his bleakest moments of desperation. On the rare occasion that he does fail a given task or assignment, he almost always serves as his own harshest critic.
  
  habit ⇀ Because he finds silence so dangerous and unbearable, Ewan will often take it upon himself to fill the empty air. Whether it be humming a tune stuck in his head or even striking up a conversation with the closest living soul, almost any kind of noise is music to his ears.
  
  likes ⇀ Being the center of attention, keeping himself busy one way or another, sharing a meal, planning and sticking to schedules, being validated, freshly ground coffee, rock music, finding a new restaurant to dine in, checking in on the stock market, perusing through the daily news in the morning, and maybe just the tiniest amount of casual eavesdropping.
  
  dislikes ⇀ Being alone for too long, being excluded or excluding others, feeling useless in any situation, bothering others when unnecessary, getting stumped by a question, turning down others, panhandlers, intrusive news reporters, inaccurate clocks, rare steaks, and especially those eight-legged friends that shall not be mentioned in his presence.
  
  weapon ⇀ As the child of a Greek war goddess, Ewan is capable of handling most weapons with relative ease and expertise. But much like his mother, he tends to default to his ever so reliable celestial bronze spear and shield duo: Victory and Peace.
  
  powers/abilities ⇀ Telumkinesis: the ability to master and manipulate weapons, Ewan’s proficiency in combat earns him the reputation of being one of the camp’s best fighters. He has an innate aptitude for handling weapons of all shapes and sizes, regardless of his prior experience with them. He also possesses the ability to spontaneously conjure weapons out of thin air, although they dissipate after shortly after losing contact with him (barring projectile and thrown weapons, of course).
  
  Strategy: inherited from the goddess of wisdom herself, Ewan also has a knack for developing and executing strategies found useful to people from all walks of life. From real-world politics and finance to on-camp capture the flag matches, he can effectively map, trace, and predict patterns in what seems to be the blink of an eye. He also has an exceptional sense of memory, and thus scarily accurate when it comes to predicting the behavior of others.
  
  Enhanced Strength: even by demigod standards, Ewan’s physical strength and endurance are something else. Though he’s rarely ever pushed to the extremes, there’s little doubt that he would be capable of enduring most physical challenges. He can also be surprisingly agile in the heat of combat, something that may catch opponents off guard, especially when handling large and bulky weapons.
  
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  hair ⇀ A rich and earthy shade of brown, almost resembling a dark blond when caught in the sunlight. He keeps it at a medium length, usually spiked or swept up in the front, barring the occasional lazy morning.
  
  eyes ⇀ A pair of deeply set hazel eyes that for better or for worse, never fail to give away his emotions. Whether crinkled out of joy or bulging in surprise, it’s never too hard to read his expression.
  
  skin ⇀ A very lightly tanned sandy beige. Although he puts the effort in to keep his skin healthy, the facial hair probably makes him appear more rugged than smooth.
  
  body/build ⇀ At 6’1 and ~180lbs, Ewan can be a rather imposing figure. Consistent training has left him fit and built with a decently muscular frame. Needless to say, he has quite the physical presence in whatever room he’s in.
  
  distinguishing features ⇀ A number of minor scars line his upper body, mostly harmless wounds sustained from passionate sparring sessions and most definitely not accidents from encounters with the common house spider. Otherwise, he keeps his light stubble regularly trimmed, rarely ever going clean shaven out of personal preference.
  
  face claim ⇀ ryan cooper
  

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  — 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.
  
  ‣ name: augustus evans
  ‣ nicknames: gus
  ‣ age/d. o. b: 18; feb 14th
  ‣ gender: male
  ‣ sexuality: bisexual
  ‣ race/ethnicity: chinese-thai
  ‣ godly parent: greek titan cronos (more clarification in history)
  ‣ camp: camp half blood
  ‣ role: bad boy
  
  — 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.
  
  ‣ hair:
  His hair is painted in dark mocha colors with soft hazel shimmers from the kisses the sun gave him. He usually styles it messily and doesn't give it too much thought.
  
  ‣ eyes: onyx-ebony brown
  ‣ skin: He has a natural honey tan, which gets darker quickly during the summer weeks. Although he used to have acne in puberty, the few scars healed, hence his skin is smooth nowadays.
  
  ‣ body/build: broad shoulders, long limbed; 6'2" ft; 160 Ibs
  ‣ distinguishing features: a wide scar spread over his back
  ‣ voice: low, slightly raspy but pleasant to listen to. sample
  ‣ face claim: yukhei wong
  
  
  
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  — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
  ‣ personality:
  Augustus Evans is an honest asshole. He doesn’t care what you think about him and certainly doesn’t care about you. While some people admire his direct way of handling issues, others despise him for it. Due to the fact that Gus rarely feels the need to justify himself for his actions, he comes off as irresponsible and unaware of himself, which often results in rather negative thoughts towards him. Well, if he would only give a shit.
  
  While Augustus presents himself as a cool-headed person, who solves problems in its root, he is able to withstand stress and pressure fairly well, He usually holds a simple but fresh point of view on the world, refusing to worry about a future that is unclear. That may the reason why others find some comfort in sharing their time with him as he can be helpful with his rational thinking. (p.s. he can actually be less of a jerk sometimes)
  
  With a smile made for war, Gus is turning heads of every gender and of course he knows that. He’s a flirtatious bastard with a side so charming that it’s intoxicating to others.
  "He was charismatic, magnetic, electric. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man."
  Being the son of the titan cronos, who devoured his children, shows him how deeply flawed he truly is but this raging fire finds a home in him. He has never really fit in and he never will. Deep down Augustus is craving the love others can give so freely, once someone is winning the great war of his heart, the price is his deep loyalty and vulnerability.
  
  ‣ fatal flaw:
  Augustus lacks sensitivity for the most part. He has difficulties to relate to others and usually isn't a lot of help when it comes to offer heartfelt comfort.
  
  ‣ habit:
  He is a night owl, constantly f*cking up his sleeping schedule. Just pray you're not the one waking him up after a long night...
  Other than that Gus is the king of the procrastinators, never getting anything done once the deadline is near but using his power in that matter is too exhausting to him.
  
  ‣ likes/dislikes:
  He enjoys the cool breeze in summer nights, watching the wide sky filled with stars.
  If anything, the best way to win him over little by little is with good food. Gus values authentic chinese and thai food since he grew up around his mother's handmade dumplings, curries and mapo tofu. Time off of training is always a welcome change as well, hence he's always down for a party with a few drinks and snacks.
  
  Augustus doesn't enjoy to be around children as he doesn't know how to behave around them, what if they start crying, what's he supposed to do?! Because he dislikes not being able to move in form of fighting or doing sports, Gus doesn't enjoy heavy traffic in cities, even if he has all the time in the world.
  
  ‣ weapon:
  Handling weapons comes naturally to Augustus, especially concerning techniques of fighting with the sickle. Because his titan-father used the same weapon to strike his maker and conquer the world, he doesn’t want to be compared to a monster like him. This is why Augustus feels more comfortable with dual swords that are similar to the chinese dao swords.
  
  ‣ powers/abilities:
  Time Manipulation – Augustus inherited the power to cross the time axis for a limited period and hold, reverse and jump in time. Indeed it is an ability with potentials of change and chaos that’s connected to heavy consequences.
  
  Holding time – With everything and everyone around him coming to a stop he possesses the ability of a real life version of pausing a movie. During this period, he can move freely and change his surroundings by his desire, for example moving the shooting bullet in the air and changing the target. Holding time requires the least energy for Gus but he can only use it for a few minutes total a day before he feels weakened.
  
  Reversing time – Sometimes for things to change, you need to wind back the clock and approach them in a different way. It costs him an incredible loss of energy and concentration, hence he only uses it in required situations. Going back in time is only possible for about five minutes in the past, the sense for the right timing is something he has yet to learn.
  
  Jumping time – The art of time traveling. What would you do? Where would you go? Gus asked himself these questions as well. He has never done it, he still hasn’t figured out how to use his skill to skip periods to see what the future holds. In some sense he doesn’t want to find out. It is extremely dangerous since he can get lost in a time axis, unable to go back.
  
  With all these possibilities of manipulating time, Augustus can choose to take people and objects with him by touching them. If he is using his ability to his own physical limits, he either faints or the time takes this duration back. Yes, it means that Augustus can sacrifice his own lifetime to proceed to use his power.
  This godly gift is more of a curse than a blessing but Gus is working hard to become its ruler.
  
  Additionally, like many half bloods he is a good at fighting and knows how to win fair or... with the help of a few tricks.
  
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  stats.
  
  
  melee combat
  

  
  agility
  

  
  dexerity
  

  
  stealth
  

  
  strength
  

  
  
  
  — 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
  clarification: I am aware that there are cronos as the personification of time and the titan - father of the big three - and that they aren't the same. However it was stated that cronos the titan does have powers over time and generations, hence I'm using time related abilities for the character.
  
  
  The tale of Cronos & Yue
  His mother was as beautiful as a goddess herself, she made empty fifteen square meters feel like home and she loved harder than any pain she ever felt. Yue Evans. She immigrated into the states a few years ago to support her parents in Mainland China. She took several jobs to make a living without ever complaining. This attitude helped her climb the career ladder until she could call herself manager of a popular restaurant in Brooklyn.
  
  Millions of miles away in the depths of Tartarus, the remains of Cronos, the titan, were waiting for an opportunity to escape and take revenge on his children. And at some point he received help from the traitors in the shadows of the olympians. The only obstacle was that Cronos could only take form of a human. In this shape there was no way he could crush the big three and take over the world again. There was a chance though, he would need to repeat his old habits. A son with godly blood releasing his own godliness is what the prophecy said.
  
  And there she was, a woman picking red poppies from the roadside. Without any context, their meeting was like a fairytale. Cronos was beautiful, the kind where you couldn’t help but stare; strong and confident. Yue only saw the best in him, like she did with everyone and he told her she was holy.
  
  "He’s a monster"
  "He stopped being one, the moment I fell in love with him"
  
  Augustus was never planned. His mother was in her early twenties, looking for love and reckless fun, it only made sense that the recognition of her pregnancy was unexpected and shocking. She didn’t realize it was what Cronos had waited for all along. Augustus was healthy in the night of his birth, how could Valentines Day become even better if Yue just received her very own Valentine in this moment?
  
  Cronos loved her, he really did. She brought out the best in him but it didn’t hold him back from the what he thought the prophecy was. Taking his newborn son and carving his mighty teeth into the baby’s back. When Augustus’ skin separated from his tiny body, Yue sobbed as she cried for help. The gods had noticed the escape of the titan and found him almost devouring his son, like he did with his children before. And yet again Cronos was imprisoned.
  
  Augustus survived but the scar would never fade. The gods didn’t quite know what to do with the latest offspring of their father. The boy surely wouldn’t become as powerful as them but he still was a threat. His mother begged them to let him live. She would take care of him, raise him well but would that be enough? The gods agreed to spare the child but following his steps constantly.
  
  Growing up
  Augustus’ youth was average with first loves and first fist fights to come. He was the kind of kid who was invisible to others until someone had the idea to pick on him, stuffing his locker with sticky fluids and other nasty surprises. If it was only that, he would’ve just endured it, but once he was pushed into the mud on a rainy day, Augustus had enough. The moment his powers unfolded for the very first time, punching another kid in the face. The pouring rain stopped, the drops were still hanging in the air, but they didn’t move, a moment of absolute stillness.
  
  That’s when he realized. This is him. He was stopping the time, and when it continued, the other boy fell into the wide puddle from Augustus’ punch. He was no longer invisible, indeed he became a popular rascal. His abilities gave him the confidence he holds today. His mother was always there for him, supporting him with his difficulties at school, she was his true hero.
  
  At the age of twelve his mother guided him to camp half blood, in fear that Cronos would try to find Gus. The heads of the camp shared the opinion that instead of treating the child like an outcast, it would be better to recruit him as one of the other demigods. It seemed like it was the best decision to make since Augustus showed a lot of growth the past years but his attitude was never the easiest.
  Here we are now.
  
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  — 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.
  to be determined
  
  

playing: freudian slips by fujiya&miyagi

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Chione]

— DOSSIER.

【full name】Leo Julian Mendoza
【nicknames】Sparky
【age】18 years old
【d.o.b】30th July
【gender】Male
【sexuality】Bisexual
【ethnicity】Latino
【godly parent】Jupiter
【camp】First Cohort of Camp Jupiter
【role】The Camp Clown

— VISAGE.

【hair】Dark brown, almost black, and kept long on top. The naturally toussled waves are as soft as they look but they're still a pain in the ass to brush through in the morning.

【eyes】His almond-shaped eyes are a warm shade of hazel. They crinkle in the corners when he laughs and smiles (which is often) and they always glimmer with mischievous mirth. They make it easy for him to pull off the puppy-eyed look which is his ultimate secret weapon.

【skin】Leo sports a healthy golden tan. After the absolute trainwreck called hormones, he really had a glow up. He keeps on top of his skincare - and the effort shows, leaving him dewy, smooth and glowing.

【body/build】Puberty hit Leo like a truck. He stands at a height of around 5'11 and has a solid mesomorph build, 75kg of lean muscle mass. His broad shoulders make him easy to identify from the back.

【dist. features】On his right inner forearm the SPQR tattoo is engraved into his skin, topped by an eagle and eight bar lines which signify his eight years of service in the legion. His body is peppered with small scars from the vigorous Roman legionary training, mostly on his arms with nicks on his fingers. The most prominent scar, though, is the one that stretches across his shoulder blades, an accident from a particularly nasty slash.

【face claim】Xavier Serrano

— PERSONA.

【personality】Obnoxious. Wisecracking. Dickhead. Those are just a few choice words that have been used to describe this particular demigod. He's confident (others say cocky but that's neither here nor there) and laughs in the face of danger. He can be infuriatingly obstinate and does not respond well to demands of respect and authority which is a major no-no in Camp Jupiter. People have asked out of genuine concern if he's okay. The answer to that? No, he really isn't.

Underneath the blithe and airy attitude lies a tangled web of insecurity and vehement self-loathing. Leo is far from proud of his parentage and downright refuses to live up to their expectations of him. He marches to the beat of his own drum, perfectly content with being Jupiter's disastrous failure of a son after purposefully destroying his own reputation out of spite.

He does not ooze the natural-born leadership that comes with his blood but he's charming in his own quirky way. Thanks to his disarming, dimpled smile, Leo is quite the notorious flirt with varying degrees of success. Leo's undeniably rather careless and shies away from responsibility like he's allergic, but he is a team-player and looks out for his friends to the best of his ability. He cares wholeheartedly about the people he feels close to and has an unyielding protective streak when it comes to their wellbeing, even if he tries to shrug it off in a jokey way.

His relaxed and easy-going manner means that it's very easy to underestimate him... but that would be a fatal mistake. Leo isn't overbearing sunbeams all the time. Facing his anger is like weathering a violent storm. It lashes out with dripping vitriol, aggressive and relentless and devastating. Luckily enough, he has a thick skin so most things thrown at him slide off his back, leaving him unperturbed, though it's only a matter of time before someone steps on a landmine.

To sum it up in short: Leo is like Marmite - you either love him or hate him.

【fatal flaw】One of Leo’s (many) flaws is the fact that he can be very reckless. He lives for the moment and his “act first, think later” mindset means that he has a bad habit of throwing caution to the wind and has little regard for the consequences of his actions, often needing someone to anchor him before he gets too carried away. He’s devil-may-care loose cannon, far too impulsive and spontaneous for his own good.

【habits】
- Leo's an incessant fidgeter, he'll always be doing something if he's sat down for too long such as drumming his fingers or bouncing his knee

- He tends to bite and chew on his lip when he's deep in thought

- He touches the back of his neck when he's nervous

- Leo can't lie to save his life, he goes all wide-eyed in an attempt to feign innocence.

【likes】dogs, rain season, dark chocolate, people who can take a joke, exciting adventures, flanter, cuddles, exercise (especially in the form of sparring)

【dislikes】coffee, early mornings, injections, slow walkers, humid heat, horror movies, cloying perfumes, expectations, being alone

—COOL SHIT.

【weapon】His trusty Imperial Gold gladius that he's affectionately named Tempest.

【powers/abilities】
Electrokinesis: the ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity.
- Unfortunately, it makes electronics near impossible to use (please don't let Leo near a microwave again)
- He tends to accidentally give people small shocks when he touches them
- When in full use, his body is constantly conducting and channelling electricity. Overexertion will eventually render him unconscious and leave him feeling sore for days

Aerokinesis: the ability to create, shape and manipulate air.
- An ability that Leo finds particularly tiring to use too much; air is an extremely slippery element to bend and needs undivided concentration. He can manipulate it to push, pull and solidify as well as generate air blasts. However, unlike his skilled predecessors, he can't use it to fly as it requires unwavering faith. Overuse leaves Leo feeling fatigued and drained but it's a milder ability compared to the destructiveness of his electrokinesis.

Atmokinesis: the ability to control the weather has always been Leo's weakest link. He finds that it's too temperamental for him to truly get a solid grasp on and therefore struggles to use it combatively. Instead, it's highly receptive to his mood - particularly when he's upset. There have been several occasions where a sunny day turned stormy within a matter of seconds, or, when he was younger, sometimes you'd find him skulking around with a raincloud over his head - literally.

Leo J. Mendoza

—BACKSTORY.
The whirlwind love affair between the beautiful Camila Mendoza and the Roman god Jupiter did not have a fairy-tale ending. She should’ve listened to her abuela who’d warned her that her next love would ruin her. He’d left her after a few short weeks of sizzling passion and romance, treading on her bruised and broken heart as he walked out the door. When she found out that she was pregnant with his child, she’d ignored her conservative family’s demands for an abortion, desperately hoping that the birth of their son would bring him back to her.

It did not.

Consequently, Camila was disowned by her family, but her modelling agency was quick to support her and her immigration to sunny California where she raised Leo as a single mother. As he grew older, he became more aware of his mother’s strange behaviour around him. It was clear that she loved him, she made sure that he never wanted for anything, but she always kept him at an arm’s length. He’d once dared to ask about the absence of a father figure in his life, but he’d immediately recoiled, his mother breaking down into heart-wrenching sobs at the question. To see his mother in so much pain... it inspired a kind of anger he’d never felt before, hatred for his absent father bubbling viciously in the pit of his stomach. Leo vowed that he would never have anything to do with that man for as long as he lived.

Unfortunately, he would soon find out that he was inextricably tied by his father’s influence.

As time passed, odd things began happening to him. Some days he’d wake up with his bedhead full of static electricity. The lights crazily flickered on and off during a shouting match with his tutor who didn’t understand why he couldn’t read as well. His laptop fried in his hands. On the morning of his tenth birthday, a letter arrived, and his mother finally sat down with him to tell him about his father. She’d held him in her trembling arms, pressing her tear-stained cheek into his hair. To say he didn’t take it well is an understatement.

After undergoing Lupa’s ruthless training in the Wolf House, he’d been judged worthy and managed to make it to Camp Jupiter relatively unscathed. When asked, Leo handed over the unopened letter of recommendation and watched nervously as their eyebrows raised. He was fast-tracked into the First Cohort and later found out that his recommendation had been written by Jupiter himself. Leo had never felt more disgusted. As soon as he entered the camp, all eyes were on him. He could feel them judging and assessing, pinning their expectations and setting the bar high. They were expecting great things from him... and Leo thought: “fuck them.” He purposely went out of his way to destroy their idealised image of a son of Jupiter, acting up and toeing the line. He didn’t want to fit that perfectly shaped mould that was predetermined for him, he wanted to be seen as himself rather than a child of one of the Big Three.

It definitely worked. Leo quickly established a reputation for himself as Camp Jupiter’s resident clown. His loveable nature ensured that he was never isolated by his peers, but there were a vocal few who would openly sneer at him with scorn and derision, purposefully antagonistic.

“Why is he here?”
“Are they sure it wasn’t a mistake?”
“What a disappointment.”
“I bet his dad’s pissed.”
“He doesn’t deserve to be in the First.”

In response, Leo would merely grin, electricity crackling at his fingertips.

&& — ❝ I'm more than my father's son.❞​

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[Noivian]

kaliavene

everette

“We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually our desires change. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant to us. We have failed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us beyond it, and then if we turn round to gaze into the distance of the past, we can barely see it, so imperceptible has it become.” – Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

01

dossier

name

Kaliavene Everette

nicknames

Kali, idiot, airhead, scaredy cat

age/d.o.b.

17, July 18th

gender

female

sexuality

pansexual

ethnicity

white

godly parent

thanatos

camp

CHB

role

the scaredy cat

02

visage

hair

brown

eyes

blue

skin

pale and fair

build

5’6”, 130 lbs.

distinguishing features

always wears a pair of black gloves

face claim

Xannie Cater

03

persona

Kali is a girl of contradiction. She has a strong fear of pretty much everything, and seemingly no concept of cause and effect. Things she doesn’t fear would be a much shorter list, since it only consists of one thing - the dark. She loves to find hidey holes and small spaces to explore, unaware and oblivious to the concept that things she does fear, like bugs and snakes, also favor those small spaces. She loves the feeling of flying, but fears falling. She loves the weightlessness of being underwater, but hates swimming and fears drowning. She loves sparring, but fears actual pain and failure. She loves feedback, but struggles to take any criticism as constructive rather than not.

In the end, Kali just wants approval and appreciation, but doesn’t understand that in order to get those things, she first has to step outside her comfort zone and do things worth applauding. Fear lends itself to idleness, paralyzing Kali to the point of inaction. She only acts when she doesn’t understand the consequences, which is a double-edged sword in and of itself, allowing both good and bad things to happen with thoughtless action. All this fear stems from the idea that if she tries, she’ll fail; if she tries to conquer her fears, she’ll get hurt. If she tries to make friends, she’ll just end up friendless. If she puts herself out there, she’ll only be disappointed in herself. It’s a vicious cycle that doesn’t have an end in sight.

fatal flaw

self-doubt

habits

fiddles with her gloves, tilts head, shifts weight

likes

cold rainy days, fall, warm beverages, old books, drawing, being alone

dislikes

thunder and lightning, summer, swimming, large crowds

weapon

celestial bronze staff

powers

draining touch, necromancy, spectral wings

04

history

Beth always had a talent for seeing through the Mist. She’d accepted from a young age that monsters and gods walked among humans, and by the time she was old enough to go to college, had learned respect for those deserving avoidance for those who weren’t. As an undergrad, she worked as a nurse in the local hospice, caring for the weak and elderly while they, for lack of better words, waited to pass on. Every once in a while, she’d encounter a strange dark figure traversing the halls of the hospice, and for a brief while mistook him for an intruder. In fact, that’s how they met - she approached him with the intent of expelling him. Once Beth realized that she was talking to Thanatos, she excused herself from the conversation with embarrassment. Often, she’d leave small offerings around the hospice for him, and occasionally would return to the offerings’ location to see them gone.

Their courtship was short and rapid, and it wasn’t long before Kaliavene was born. Beth managed to receive her Ph.D by the time Kali was born, but with a new baby at home, she didn’t have much time to work or look for employment, so she remained at the hospice, though after Kali’s birth, didn’t see Thanatos again. From a young age, Kali displayed great aptitude for her powers, often being able to hide from her mother and uncontrollably sapping the life from whatever she touched. Beth enforced strict rules because of this - wearing a pair of gloves at all times. She kept Kali sheltered from the world, fearful of not only what it would do to Kali, but also what Kali could do to it. A young child with the ability to take life easily and become invisible would make an outstanding assassin, and Beth’s overactive imagination could think of nothing else except her child being taken from her by all manners of monster, god, and mortal.

Her relationship with her mother is strained, at best. Beth works long hours and often isn’t there for Kali, but still insists on imposing strict rules surrounding where and when Kali can go places, with who, and what to do. Despite being entirely absent, it’s as if her mother desires to run her life. When Kali turned thirteen, she was claimed by Thanatos. It signaled a change in Kali’s life that the little girl was not ready for. Beth knew that she couldn’t keep Kali’s identity secret from her forever, and had already made arrangements for her to live at Camp Half Blood, at least until she managed to master her powers.

05

relationships

Beth Everette

Estranged; Kali hasn’t talked to her mother in person for a few years now, being a full time camper. Truthfully, she doesn’t think she ever wants to again, but the concept of being alone in this world is frightening.

Thanatos

Unfamiliar; Kali’s never met her father, but given how he usually only appears to those about to die, she quite frankly doesn’t want to meet him.

code by @Nano