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Emmett Hudson
BASICS AND VISAGE
BASICS:
Name: Emmett Hudson
nickname(s): Em, Hudson
age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
dob + zodiac: October 9, Libra
Species: Demigod
godly parentage (if demigod): Neptune
VISAGE:
Height/Weight: 6’, 200lbs.
Hair: Light Brown almost dirty blond
Eyes: Light Green
scars or birthmarks: Emmett has a number of scars all over his body from years of training in camp Jupiter. He also has the standard, SPQR tattoo on his inner forearm that has 8 lines underneath, marking eight years as a legionnaire/camper at Camp Jupiter.
style: Whenever he is at Camp Jupiter or even camp half-blood, he is often wearing the typical purple shirt with patchwork armor over the top with his sword at his hip. But when he is just relaxing or taking a break he can be found in a number of different outfits, but he sticks to comfy clothes, like sweatshirts and sweat pants. But even when relaxing he has a purple camp Jupiter shirt he wears.
Face claim (realistic only): Laurence Pele Coke
BASICS:
Name: Emmett Hudson
nickname(s): Em, Hudson
age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
dob + zodiac: October 9, Libra
Species: Demigod
godly parentage (if demigod): Neptune
VISAGE:
Height/Weight: 6’, 200lbs.
Hair: Light Brown almost dirty blond
Eyes: Light Green
scars or birthmarks: Emmett has a number of scars all over his body from years of training in camp Jupiter. He also has the standard, SPQR tattoo on his inner forearm that has 8 lines underneath, marking eight years as a legionnaire/camper at Camp Jupiter.
style: Whenever he is at Camp Jupiter or even camp half-blood, he is often wearing the typical purple shirt with patchwork armor over the top with his sword at his hip. But when he is just relaxing or taking a break he can be found in a number of different outfits, but he sticks to comfy clothes, like sweatshirts and sweat pants. But even when relaxing he has a purple camp Jupiter shirt he wears.
Face claim (realistic only): Laurence Pele Coke
PSYCHE
Personality: Much like the roman demigods Emmett is a ruthless warrior on the battlefield. He is tactical and calculated. His brain is always thinking of the next step of the battle or the plan, constantly making up a way to see it out even if something goes wrong. But Emmett is also a very calm and collected individual and there is a lot that can get him angry and riled up. Its why he is considered the dad of the group, always level headed, always has an answer, etc. He kind and careful when needed, and knows when to use his tenderness when the situation calls.
DEMIGOD ABILITIES:
Demigod Physiology: Like any demigod, Emmett benefits from increased strength, agility, and durability. Being the Child of the Roman Big Three his demigod physiology is slightly better than other demigods (including some greek big three kids).
Aquatic Abilities: Emmett’s godly heritage allows him to breathe underwater, swim faster underwater, and jut genuinely thrive underwater. He gains some impressive energy boost when in water. Water is like a power source for him. His powers are easier to control when he is in the water, but the drain of energy rushes to him all at once he leaves the water. Even if its been hours since he used his powers.
Hydrokinesis: Emmett has very advanced control over water, although it is the one power that drains the most from him. He often sticks to minor tricks and attacks for Hydrokinesis but will go big if the situation is looking dire.
Atmokinese (Minor): Emmett has a strong connection to the domain of his father and is able to alter the state of the weather around him. With this ability, he can alter the state of certain water-based weather phenomena around him. But he can only alter the weather at hand. If it’s raining, he can make it rain harder if it’s foggy, he can make the fog dense or thin out.
Geokinesis (Very Minor): Emmett has only experienced this power once before and has never been able to activate it since. He thinks it only comes in extreme moments of adrenaline and stress. Something
Strengths:
- Emotional Control: Emmett has had years to ‘master’ his control over his powers when in an emotional state.
-Age: Being that Emmett is older, he has greater control and repertoire of powers at his disposal and always seems to have unique ways to use them.
-Training: Being that he is a Roman Demigod he has years of combat training, which he focused on sword and his trident. He’s not the best with a bow or in hand to hand combat.
weaknesses:
- Age: While his age grants him wisdom it also creates a divide between him and many of the camp half-blood campers. Many treat him on a level equivalent to that of Chiron in the sense of his age, others put on the “Your old, so I’m better than you” facade. He also separates himself, thinking he is too older to be mingling even with the other campers.
- Hand to Hand: Emmett relies heavily on his abilities and his sword and trident. When in a situation where none of those are available, he is often at the disadvantage. He packs a mean punch but lacks the expertise to land them over and over again.
- Roman mindset: Roman’s have always heard the story of their weaker greek cousin in the northeast. And if he was being honest he had a lot of negative opinions walking in. Even with all the stories. But he’s been working to move past those opinions. Something a lot easier said than done.
Likes: THE OCEAN, seafood, dogs, swimming, training, being alone, but also helping? (Whatever that means)
Dislikes: fuck cats, ignorance, immaturity, lack of awareness, apples.
Fears: Losing his uncle, death, heights, not saving someone if he has the ability to.
Ailments: None worth noting.
Personality: Much like the roman demigods Emmett is a ruthless warrior on the battlefield. He is tactical and calculated. His brain is always thinking of the next step of the battle or the plan, constantly making up a way to see it out even if something goes wrong. But Emmett is also a very calm and collected individual and there is a lot that can get him angry and riled up. Its why he is considered the dad of the group, always level headed, always has an answer, etc. He kind and careful when needed, and knows when to use his tenderness when the situation calls.
DEMIGOD ABILITIES:
Demigod Physiology: Like any demigod, Emmett benefits from increased strength, agility, and durability. Being the Child of the Roman Big Three his demigod physiology is slightly better than other demigods (including some greek big three kids).
Aquatic Abilities: Emmett’s godly heritage allows him to breathe underwater, swim faster underwater, and jut genuinely thrive underwater. He gains some impressive energy boost when in water. Water is like a power source for him. His powers are easier to control when he is in the water, but the drain of energy rushes to him all at once he leaves the water. Even if its been hours since he used his powers.
Hydrokinesis: Emmett has very advanced control over water, although it is the one power that drains the most from him. He often sticks to minor tricks and attacks for Hydrokinesis but will go big if the situation is looking dire.
Atmokinese (Minor): Emmett has a strong connection to the domain of his father and is able to alter the state of the weather around him. With this ability, he can alter the state of certain water-based weather phenomena around him. But he can only alter the weather at hand. If it’s raining, he can make it rain harder if it’s foggy, he can make the fog dense or thin out.
Geokinesis (Very Minor): Emmett has only experienced this power once before and has never been able to activate it since. He thinks it only comes in extreme moments of adrenaline and stress. Something
Strengths:
- Emotional Control: Emmett has had years to ‘master’ his control over his powers when in an emotional state.
-Age: Being that Emmett is older, he has greater control and repertoire of powers at his disposal and always seems to have unique ways to use them.
-Training: Being that he is a Roman Demigod he has years of combat training, which he focused on sword and his trident. He’s not the best with a bow or in hand to hand combat.
weaknesses:
- Age: While his age grants him wisdom it also creates a divide between him and many of the camp half-blood campers. Many treat him on a level equivalent to that of Chiron in the sense of his age, others put on the “Your old, so I’m better than you” facade. He also separates himself, thinking he is too older to be mingling even with the other campers.
- Hand to Hand: Emmett relies heavily on his abilities and his sword and trident. When in a situation where none of those are available, he is often at the disadvantage. He packs a mean punch but lacks the expertise to land them over and over again.
- Roman mindset: Roman’s have always heard the story of their weaker greek cousin in the northeast. And if he was being honest he had a lot of negative opinions walking in. Even with all the stories. But he’s been working to move past those opinions. Something a lot easier said than done.
Likes: THE OCEAN, seafood, dogs, swimming, training, being alone, but also helping? (Whatever that means)
Dislikes: fuck cats, ignorance, immaturity, lack of awareness, apples.
Fears: Losing his uncle, death, heights, not saving someone if he has the ability to.
Ailments: None worth noting.
OTHER
# of years at chb: He’s visiting Camp Half-Blood. But He’s been at Camp Jupiter since he was eleven.
Weapon of Choice: Sword or his Trident
Background: Emmett had a happy childhood, for the most part. Orphaned at birth due to complications during labor, Emmett was adopted by his uncles, Evan and Daniel. He grew up in Southern California, had lots of friends, etc. His life was dramatically changed when he was eleven and he found his way chased through the streets of California by strange men to the entrance of the Wolf House and brought in front of Lupa. A harsh and judgmental goddess responsible for training them in the ways of Roman Demigods. It was only after he passed her trials that he was brought to Camp Jupiter and began his training within the Legions. Learning to control his powers and train in the ways of Rome.
Relationships: TBD
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?:
Camp Jupiter, we train every day, running through scenario after scenario. There is almost nothing that could be thrown at us that isn’t something we haven’t prepared for. Chaos is not a strategy, its predictable and easily adapted to. Too many armies rely on organized chaos.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
It could literally be anything, its always something with the gods, and this is no different.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
A champion, being a hero is cool and all, but “champion” has a better ring to it.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
I’d prefer not to answer. Somethings are private, and I’d like them to remain that way.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I wish my mom was alive.
# of years at chb: He’s visiting Camp Half-Blood. But He’s been at Camp Jupiter since he was eleven.
Weapon of Choice: Sword or his Trident
Background: Emmett had a happy childhood, for the most part. Orphaned at birth due to complications during labor, Emmett was adopted by his uncles, Evan and Daniel. He grew up in Southern California, had lots of friends, etc. His life was dramatically changed when he was eleven and he found his way chased through the streets of California by strange men to the entrance of the Wolf House and brought in front of Lupa. A harsh and judgmental goddess responsible for training them in the ways of Roman Demigods. It was only after he passed her trials that he was brought to Camp Jupiter and began his training within the Legions. Learning to control his powers and train in the ways of Rome.
Relationships: TBD
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?:
Camp Jupiter, we train every day, running through scenario after scenario. There is almost nothing that could be thrown at us that isn’t something we haven’t prepared for. Chaos is not a strategy, its predictable and easily adapted to. Too many armies rely on organized chaos.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
It could literally be anything, its always something with the gods, and this is no different.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
A champion, being a hero is cool and all, but “champion” has a better ring to it.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
I’d prefer not to answer. Somethings are private, and I’d like them to remain that way.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I wish my mom was alive.
code by @Satanic Nightjar
- basics:
Name: Emmett Hudson
nickname(s): Em, Hudson
age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
dob + zodiac: October 9, Libra
Species: Demigod
godly parentage (if demigod): Neptune
- visage:
Height/Weight: 6’, 200lbs.
Hair: Light Brown almost dirty blond
Eyes: Light Green
scars or birthmarks: Emmett has a number of scars all over his body from years of training in camp Jupiter. He also has the standard, SPQR tattoo on his inner forearm that has 8 lines underneath, marking eight years as a legionnaire/camper at Camp Jupiter.
style: Whenever he is at Camp Jupiter or even camp half-blood, he is often wearing the typical purple shirt with patchwork armor over the top with his sword at his hip. But when he is just relaxing or taking a break he can be found in a number of different outfits, but he sticks to comfy clothes, like sweatshirts and sweat pants. But even when relaxing he has a purple camp Jupiter shirt he wears.
Face claim (realistic only): Laurence Pele Coke
- psyche:
Personality: Much like the roman demigods Emmett is a ruthless warrior on the battlefield. He is tactical and calculated. His brain is always thinking of the next step of the battle or the plan, constantly making up a way to see it out even if something goes wrong. But Emmett is also a very calm and collected individual and there is a lot that can get him angry and riled up. Its why he is considered the dad of the group, always level headed, always has an answer, etc. He kind and careful when needed, and knows when to use his tenderness when the situation calls.
demigod abilities:
Demigod Physiology: Like any demigod, Emmett benefits from increased strength, agility, and durability. Being the Child of the Roman Big Three his demigod physiology is slightly better than other demigods (including some greek big three kids).
Aquatic Abilities: Emmett’s godly heritage allows him to breathe underwater, swim faster underwater, and jut genuinely thrive underwater. He gains some impressive energy boost when in water. Water is like a power source for him. His powers are easier to control when he is in the water, but the drain of energy rushes to him all at once he leaves the water. Even if its been hours since he used his powers.
Hydrokinesis: Emmett has very advanced control over water, although it is the one power that drains the most from him. He often sticks to minor tricks and attacks for Hydrokinesis but will go big if the situation is looking dire.
Atmokinese (Minor): Emmett has a strong connection to the domain of his father and is able to alter the state of the weather around him. With this ability, he can alter the state of certain water-based weather phenomena around him. But he can only alter the weather at hand. If it’s raining, he can make it rain harder if it’s foggy, he can make the fog dense or thin out.
Strengths:
-Emotional Control and Age: Being that Emmett is older, he has greater control and repertoire of powers at his disposal and always seems to have unique ways to use them.
-Training: Being that he is a Roman Demigod he has years of combat training, which he focused on sword and his trident. He’s not the best with a bow or in hand to hand combat.
weaknesses:
- Age: While his age grants him wisdom it also creates a divide between him and many of the camp half-blood campers. Many treat him on a level equivalent to that of Chiron in the sense of his age, others put on the “Your old, so I’m better than you” facade. He also separates himself, thinking he is too older to be mingling even with the other campers.
- Hand to Hand: Emmett relies heavily on his abilities and his sword and trident. When in situation where none of those are available, he is often at the disadvantage. He packs a mean punch but lacks the expertise to land them over and over again.
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Likes: THE OCEAN, seafood, dogs, swimming, training, being alone, but also helping? (Whatever that means)
Dislikes: fuck cats, ignorance, immaturity, lack of awareness, apples.
Fears: Losing his uncle, death, heights, not saving someone if he has the ability to.
Ailments: None worth noting.
- other:
# of years at chb: He’s visiting Camp Half-Blood. But He’s been at Camp Jupiter since he was thirteen.
weapon of choice: Sword or his Trident
background (backstory and how they got to camp + their life at camp leading up to the rift):
relationships (can be left blank for now if anyone wants to arrange some relationships in the ooc):
theme song (optional lmao):
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?:
Camp Jupiter, we train every day, running through scenario after scenario. There is almost nothing that could be thrown at us that isn’t something we haven’t prepared for. Chaos is not a strategy, its predictable and easily adapted to. Too many armies rely on organized chaos.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
It could literally be anything, its always something with the gods, and this is no different.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
A champion, being a hero is cool and all, but “champion” has a better ring to it.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
I’d prefer not to answer. Somethings are private, and I’d like them to remain that way.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I wish my mom was alive.
Name: Emmett Hudson
nickname(s): Em, Hudson
age: 21
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
dob + zodiac: October 9, Libra
Species: Demigod
godly parentage (if demigod): Neptune
- visage:
Height/Weight: 6’, 200lbs.
Hair: Light Brown almost dirty blond
Eyes: Light Green
scars or birthmarks: Emmett has a number of scars all over his body from years of training in camp Jupiter. He also has the standard, SPQR tattoo on his inner forearm that has 8 lines underneath, marking eight years as a legionnaire/camper at Camp Jupiter.
style: Whenever he is at Camp Jupiter or even camp half-blood, he is often wearing the typical purple shirt with patchwork armor over the top with his sword at his hip. But when he is just relaxing or taking a break he can be found in a number of different outfits, but he sticks to comfy clothes, like sweatshirts and sweat pants. But even when relaxing he has a purple camp Jupiter shirt he wears.
Face claim (realistic only): Laurence Pele Coke
- psyche:
Personality: Much like the roman demigods Emmett is a ruthless warrior on the battlefield. He is tactical and calculated. His brain is always thinking of the next step of the battle or the plan, constantly making up a way to see it out even if something goes wrong. But Emmett is also a very calm and collected individual and there is a lot that can get him angry and riled up. Its why he is considered the dad of the group, always level headed, always has an answer, etc. He kind and careful when needed, and knows when to use his tenderness when the situation calls.
demigod abilities:
Demigod Physiology: Like any demigod, Emmett benefits from increased strength, agility, and durability. Being the Child of the Roman Big Three his demigod physiology is slightly better than other demigods (including some greek big three kids).
Aquatic Abilities: Emmett’s godly heritage allows him to breathe underwater, swim faster underwater, and jut genuinely thrive underwater. He gains some impressive energy boost when in water. Water is like a power source for him. His powers are easier to control when he is in the water, but the drain of energy rushes to him all at once he leaves the water. Even if its been hours since he used his powers.
Hydrokinesis: Emmett has very advanced control over water, although it is the one power that drains the most from him. He often sticks to minor tricks and attacks for Hydrokinesis but will go big if the situation is looking dire.
Atmokinese (Minor): Emmett has a strong connection to the domain of his father and is able to alter the state of the weather around him. With this ability, he can alter the state of certain water-based weather phenomena around him. But he can only alter the weather at hand. If it’s raining, he can make it rain harder if it’s foggy, he can make the fog dense or thin out.
Strengths:
-Emotional Control and Age: Being that Emmett is older, he has greater control and repertoire of powers at his disposal and always seems to have unique ways to use them.
-Training: Being that he is a Roman Demigod he has years of combat training, which he focused on sword and his trident. He’s not the best with a bow or in hand to hand combat.
weaknesses:
- Age: While his age grants him wisdom it also creates a divide between him and many of the camp half-blood campers. Many treat him on a level equivalent to that of Chiron in the sense of his age, others put on the “Your old, so I’m better than you” facade. He also separates himself, thinking he is too older to be mingling even with the other campers.
- Hand to Hand: Emmett relies heavily on his abilities and his sword and trident. When in situation where none of those are available, he is often at the disadvantage. He packs a mean punch but lacks the expertise to land them over and over again.
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Likes: THE OCEAN, seafood, dogs, swimming, training, being alone, but also helping? (Whatever that means)
Dislikes: fuck cats, ignorance, immaturity, lack of awareness, apples.
Fears: Losing his uncle, death, heights, not saving someone if he has the ability to.
Ailments: None worth noting.
- other:
# of years at chb: He’s visiting Camp Half-Blood. But He’s been at Camp Jupiter since he was thirteen.
weapon of choice: Sword or his Trident
background (backstory and how they got to camp + their life at camp leading up to the rift):
relationships (can be left blank for now if anyone wants to arrange some relationships in the ooc):
theme song (optional lmao):
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?:
Camp Jupiter, we train every day, running through scenario after scenario. There is almost nothing that could be thrown at us that isn’t something we haven’t prepared for. Chaos is not a strategy, its predictable and easily adapted to. Too many armies rely on organized chaos.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
It could literally be anything, its always something with the gods, and this is no different.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
A champion, being a hero is cool and all, but “champion” has a better ring to it.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
I’d prefer not to answer. Somethings are private, and I’d like them to remain that way.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I wish my mom was alive.
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slim
destroyer
coded by weldherwings.
age: 18
d.o.b: February 14th
zodiac: Aquarius
gender: female
sexuality: homosexual
species: demigod
godly parentage: Panacea, goddess of universal remedy
height: she stands at 5'7 and has a fairly slim build. her muscles are lean from training at camp but not bulging or prominent.
hair: light silver but usually appears white due to lighting.
eyes: a cloudy silver color
scars or birthmarks: a milky white jagged scar that runs from the side of her left shoulder to her wrist.
she has smaller scars all over from healing efforts out in battle when she ran out of vials.
style: x | x |x
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- vices:
☀subservient☀ Nawa was raised to put others before her due to her culture and upbringing and it is a hard thing to break from. She's usually a follower of those with bigger ideas and opinions and has gotten accustomed to being a background character. She's not one to sacrifice herself at the drop of a hat but to save those she's fond of, she does get a bit impulsive.
☀resentful☀ Despite her usually good natured ways, once she's wronged it's nearly impossible for her to forgive or forget. She's usually not the aggressor in most situations so the fact that someone would do something negative towards her doesn't sit right with her and it can get to her mentally. She's not one to go and cause harm against the person because of a grudge but that doesn't mean she'll just let it slip through the cracks.
☀secretive☀ Nawa has never really been able to open up to someone since no one ever really cared to hear about her side of things or really engage with her. She's used to having to carry her own burdens and work them out as best as she can and now she rarely tells those around her about things pertaining herself since she partly thinks they don't care but also because she doesn't really see that as an option. She's the person in the movie that gets bitten by a zombie and doesn't tell anyone until she's trying to eat them.
- virtues:
☀conscientious☀Like her father, she takes great pride in her work and anything else she puts effort into. Her humanitarianism can be taken advantage of but she likes to see it as a positive as well. It makes her happy to be able to help others and be useful in some way and so she makes sure her friends and those around her are in good wellbeing.
☀understanding☀ If you want a non critical person to weigh in on something, Nawa's your girl. She's good at being a neutral party and is adept at weighing in all sides of an argument so that her opinions are usually pretty fair. She doesn't like to be critical of others unless they truly deserve it and even then she still believes people are capable of change.
☀honorable☀ Despite her flaws, she lives by a pretty rigid self moral code and does everything in her power to abide by it. Life is a beautiful thing and she wants to spread that beauty despite the chaos and death around her. She takes responsibility for her actions and feels immense amounts of guilt for even the smallest thing if it doesn't line up with her beliefs.
demigod abilities: The god's surely were laughing when Nawa was conceived, for they took her mother's power of a bit too literally. Her blood became a panacea of its own and is powerful healing liquid as well as a type of booster. Demigods who consume it not only are healed from ailments that span from poison to almost fatal injuries and give a short "boost." Those who have drunk it describe the boost as being underwater where the outside world is muffled but they are aware of their bodies with an intense clarity and their powers seem to flow with an intensity. It usually only lasts about ten minutes and an increased dose doesn't do much to lengthen the duration unless its continually taken, but those affects haven't been tested out since Chiron made sure to make some regulations where her ability comes into play. As she grew up she noticed the healing powers got stronger, so its unknown how potent her blood could be which worries her since she knows how selfish people (and monsters) can be. She also carries around vials of her blood so that she doesn't have to slice herself open every time she needs to heal someone.
Apollo is a distant relative and so she took up a liking to archery and the arts. She gained her skills with the bow by practicing with her cabin mates and with lots of practice instead of godly heritage, however.
strengths:
~Her caring and empathetic nature usually is something others find comfort in and she's good at getting others to lower their guard around her. She knows everyone's secrets but they don't know hers.
~She is very resourceful and crafty and her quick thinking usually saves her neck more than anything.
~She pays attention to details in a remarkable fashion. She always knows if somethings up with someone and picks up on things around her. She will remember every detail of a conversation no matter how long ago and fact check if someone gets the events wrong. If she feels that something is off than you better listen for she's rarely wrong If ever.
weaknesses:
~She is extremely self-critical of her actions but is quick to defend those who commit the same deeds because she allows herself to mull over all the possibilities and factors to the point she rids them of the blame. This allows a lot of people to continue to stay in her life even if they're not good for her and it has caused complications in the past.
~She's bad with her own emotions and often ignores them so she can continue with her day. She bottles everything up and explodes when she's alone which can often be dangerous for her mental health. She'll never say whats on her mind and puts on a facade so that no one will question her.
~Nawa isn't the most athletic or battle-savvy as her peers and is usually the first to be ushered to the healing tent.
likes:
thunderstorms & sunsets
strawberry flavored candy
rock music
talkative people
sitting in high places
dislikes:
being alone
ignorance
eating meat
cruelty
bodies of water
fears:
that her father hates her for leaving just like her mother
that she won't be able to save those close to her
ailments:
adhd
number of years at chb: 4
weapon of choice: She was gifted her grandfather's staff, the Rod of Asclepius, that serves her as a decent bludgeoning weapon. The Aesculapian snake entertained around the staff can become animated by Nawa and controlled, but its not venomous and usually just used for scouting.
relationships: pls talk to me I'm shy
theme song: when will I see you again?
-faq
between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
"probably camp Jupiter, I heard they run that camp like a slave ship. they get raised by wolves or whatever and we just run amuck and have campfires."
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
"I have no suspects to point a finger at. you never know what primordial god or goddess decides to wake up and wreak havoc, you just have to be ready to deal with it."
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
"I hope that I left a good impression on those who I made contact with and they see me as a good friend and a good person in general. I hope I die meaningfully too and not because I made a dumb mistake."
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
seeing my mom for the first time even if it wasn't her 'godly' form, I felt like I found a part of me that's been missing my whole life and now everything is making sense."
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
"I wish that my family is safe and prospers and that my dad is doing alright he's not mad at me for leaving. ."
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Nawa's father was a nurse with an internship in America when she was conceived. He had left his home country of Egypt to pursue his education and poured his entire life into his work and schooling. He had a large heart and was intent on helping all those he made contact with, which soon garnered the attention of Panacea. She watched from afar and had no intentions of making herself known, only giving subtle hints of her presence by helping his patients that modern medicine could not fix just so she could see his elated expression when he got to tell their families that they had made it regardless of the odds. She continued to stay by his side until he graduated and quickly became a prominent doctor with her blessing. She was content with her place until she saw his heart start longing for a mortal woman and found jealousy within her that she had never felt before. She quickly made herself known in her mortal form and their shared passions for the medical field and their humanitarian nature (as well as her looks) soon won him over and they fell in love. She wanted nothing more than to stay in his life and abandon Olympus but the state of the world was in chaos and she had duties to uphold. Nawa was born and Panacea tried to live a mortal life and tend to her child but Zeus grew angry at her and she eventually was forced to return to Olympus for good, abandoning the first real family she had.
Nawa's father was in pieces as the his first love left without explanation and his life began falling apart, for his passion in his work was dulled. He decided to take his daughter back to his home village so his family could raise her and he could perhaps rekindle his love for his work. Nawa grew up with a very large family with barely enough to get by. She was quickly molded into becoming a caretaker of her cousins and shaped to be a wife. She grew up to be a kind natured and meek soul, always focused on other's wellbeing before her own.
She looked like any other child in the family at first with wild black hair and brown eyes that reminded everyone of doe eyes brimming with innocence. On the morning of her 13th birthday, she awoke to a silver symbol floating over her head that resembled a chalice with a snake curled around it. Nawa hid under the covers until it faded and promised to never mention a word so that she could forget the random experience, but she couldn't hide what was happening. Her hair began growing silver and her eyes began having spots of silverish-gray until they blanketed the brown. Her family was very spiritual and believed in the supernatural as did most of their people and had theory after theory about what was happening. Her grandma was convinced she had seen a ghost and was scared white, another thought the family had been cursed. Her father who was barely home returned to do test after test with a deafening silence as he refused to speak or even look at her. When he took a vial of her blood, he nearly fainted in horror. Gone was the red, instead it was a milky white. He took it to his lab and there were no conclusive results, he couldn't even identify the substance. She seemed healthy enough and so she was kept out of the public and given remedy after remedy and prayers with no avail. her aunts wanted priests to come and even resorted to witchcraft which did nothing except informed more people about her condition to outsiders.
Word spread in their village like wildfire and she was the talk of the town as the people mulled over the girls "condition." The same way some people believed albinos to have healing properties, people thought Nawa was a blessing as much as those saw her as cursed. When she finally persuaded her family to let her out of the house since the entire village already knew of her condition, she was attacked in the street and her assailant managed to cut of a hunk of her hair as a supposed healing relic. Despite the attack she refused to cower inside and tried to get her normal life back but her appearance caused too much unease. She turned to her father for guidance and for the first time in their lives, they managed to talk a bit. When he opened up about her mother, she felt a sense of peace she had never felt. The issue had always bothered her but she had known better than to question her melancholic father about the sensitive issue and she realized how deeply it had impacted him. He tearfully expressed how she know looked almost similar to her mother now. Their discussion soon led to Nawa questioning if her mysterious mother was the cause of all of these events unraveling despite her father's reliance on modern technology and science. Some things just can't be explained by mundane things. Her village became too dangerous as attacks became more frequent and sometimes horrifying. Weird creatures lurked in the shadows that caught her eye and she could sense they had sinister intentions. People began to go missing and some ended up injured from freak "animal" accidents. One by one the villagers began to accuse Nawa, who felt like It truly was because of her despite not being able to understand what was going on. Finally, her mother made her presence known.
Nawa rarely dreamed and so when she stumbled on the serene garden she almost mistook it for a very confusing reality until she saw the ethereal woman sitting on one of the rocks in the clearing. It was a face she had never seen before but felt comforting at the same time. The woman smiled at her as if they were old friends and she found herself drawing near until she was right next to her. bathing in her serene silver light.
I'm sorry that I haven't been able to see you sooner, my beloved. I know you have questions, but our time here is short."her voice sounded like a sigh and was melodic to the point Nawa was struggling to concentrate on her actual words. Her mother had the same startling hair and eyes with tanned skin and Nawa felt their attachment before her mother even told her.
I'm an Ancient ancient greek goddess, which makes you my darling, a demigod. Your 13 birthday was when your powers finally came into fruition and I was allowed to claim you. I would've been here and stayed with you as you grew up but things work differently for us immortals. I have been watching over you as often as I can though. Her body suddenly rippled as if she was underwater, and Nawa watched her mother's expression turn from joyous to mournful as pearl-like tears rolled down her face.
"Mom-" Nawa whispered, the word fitting perfectly in her mouth as she reached out, and Panacea scooped her hand and pressed it against her own face.
Our time is so short and I am so very sorry but I have urgent information. Your powers...manifested quite differently than I expected. You're going to be hunted now my dear. I know you've noticed the increasing danger lurking about. You need to get to safety. There's a camp, camp half-blood, that should be able to keep you safe. You will have to make this journey alone, your father can't help you anymore. You're destined for things that he cannot comprehend. Please get there safely, I cannot lose you. Tell your father I'm sorry this is how it ended up...I let love cloud my emotions, but I wouldn't take it back for the world. I l-" Her image rippled and then faded, leaving Nawa's hand hanging in empty space. The garden began to ripple and Nawa shot up in her bed, tears streaming down her face after the dream collapsed with more questions than before.
Despite her confusion about her new destiny, she took the dream seriously and prepared to head out for this camp. She questioned some elders in her village (or at least the ones who didn't think her mere presence would curse them) but they had no recollection of such a place. She tried asking her father who was barely seen outside the village's clinic who didn't have a lot to say now that they had discussed her mother. She had no idea how to approach the matter, would her father even be able to handle her absence? If she tried to explain why, would he even listen or lock her in her room and claim she was mad? She chose to stop by his work with his lunch and give him a hug which was quite the feat seeing that the last time he had made physical contact with her was when she was 6 and he gave her a peck on the head before heading to work. She ran home and wrote him a letter and laid it out on her sleeping blanket and then prepared herself for the trip ahead. Despite having no clue of where she was going and no money, she packed the few clothes she had, her aunts hatchet she used to decapitate the chickens, and enough food for a few days.
Her journey was nothing short of unpleasant and felt hopeless and stupid in the beginning, but every time she thought of turning back she remembered her dream and her mother. She wanted nothing more than to see her again, and this camp seemed to be the way to do so. She was alone at first but her mother's pleas soon fell on some ears and unbenknownst to Nawa, her mother had sent a saytr, Desir, to guide her. She didn't trust him at first, especially when he revealed his weird legs that sent Nawa running in panic only to fall right in the clutch of cerastes that had been hunting her since she left her village. Desir rescued her and after that the two were as thick as thieves. He helped her learn more about the camp and explained her heritage as they traveled. As she learned more about how the gods treated their children, Nawa felt incredibly lucky that Panacea was her mother for she seemed more caring than this "Zeus" Desir spoke of quite often despite the random thunder claps that would happen if he got too mouthy. They hitched rides across the country, fought monsters, barely escaped with their lives from said monsters, and bonded despite the constant chaos. Nawa had never lived life to this degree and her past seemed to be in black ad white now that she had found out about this whole new world she was supposedly apart of. Desir had asked if she was claimed yet due to her not having any visible powers or aptitudes for anything despite the hordes of monsters that followed them and Nawa had nothing to report. Desir explained to her that her mother was a minor goddess and so she probably wouldn't have any powers but she still was very much a demigod. Nawa was just happy to be included.
The duo finally made it to the western coast and slipped onto a cargo ship headed for America and Desir could hardly contain his excitement as they drew closer to the camp and it was contagious. The way he described the camp had etched an image into her mind that she often found herself imagining as they slept. She was going to be home soon.
Things were smooth despite the sirens who almost had the ship go off rail until Nawa wrestled the steering wheel away from the captain and redirected them as Desir made sure the inhabitants of the ship were all firmly secure. They hopped off the ship before it made it to the port and swam to shore. Desir was in high spirits and launched into another speech about the camp as the two made their way down to the island. Nawa's heart was beating out of her chest as they drew closer and closer, barely being able to comprehend that this all was real. It had taken months and she had left everything and everyone behind...but she was finally here. As they approached closer to the gate and the smell of strawberries was thick in the air, a voice called out Desir's name from the thicket behind them. Desir's already joyous expression only got more intense and he grabbed Nawa's hand and the two raced towards his friends call.
"ALEX!! I TOLD YOU MY FIRST MISSION WOULD BE SUCCESSFUL!!" Desir shrieked back while Nawa struggled to keep up and process that she had been his first.
Nawa felt a familiar feeling of panic as the two struggled to find Alex. She suddenly became aware of the darkness and deafening silence as the two stumbled around in the thicket.
"Alex..? I can't find you bud-" Desir's hand was ripped out of Nawa's as a creature suddenly plowed into him and he didn't even have time to scream. It's teeth was buried into his neck as it continued to run and thrash Desir around like a rag doll before remembering its second victim. It quickly disposed of Desir and turned to attack Nawa who had already charged with her pitiful hatchet. Nawa from 2 months ago would've been no match but Desir and the repeated attacks proved to be valuable teachers. The horrifying creature put up quite the fight with it's incredible speed and gnashing mouth. It managed to grab her by the sleeve and then it's bony ridged mouth caught her by the shoulder and Nawa wrestled out of its hold that landed her quite the injury. Nawa finally disembowled the Crocotta which poofed into golden dust and she ran to Desir's crumpled & form. His chest was moving but barely and his eyes were unfocused and almost closed shut.
"Please....I can't lose you too." She cradled his head on her lap with her good arm and tried to stop the bleeding from his neck with her tattered sleeve but it was gushing...
She looked at her bleeding arm and felt something...no that was crazy. Or was it? She could feel her mother's presence guiding her, instructing her with a voice as soft as a whisper.
Use it.
She held her arm over his face and waited as rivulets of her blood slowly dropped into his parted lips. Silence.
"Desir, I'm so sorry..." His eyes shot open but they were blank and stark white. His wound started glowing white as well until it was so bright she had to cover her eyes. It vanished as quickly as it had come and Nawa felt her adrenaline slipping and she collapsed on him. She didn't remember much after that but she remembered his glowing white eyes as he scooped her up before it went dark.
She awoke in the healing tent with Desir pacing around her bed. Thankfully his eyes were normal...and so was everything else. There wasn't a trace of evidence that he had a chunk bitten out of him. However, Nawa wasn't as lucky. Desir explained the events that had occurred during the day she had slept and how her blood had impacted him. He felt a power surge after she had healed him which allowed him to get her to camp. He had instructed the healers to give her some of her own blood ("How are you grimacing when you did it to ME!") which had absolutely no affect.
"At least you have a power after all!" Desir exclaimed happily as she inspected her bandaged arm. "You're a walking ambrosia fountain!"
Nawa knew only a handful of English at first and so communicated in latin with her peers while Desir and Chiron helped her with her English as she adapted to the camp. She was in the Hermes cabin at first and then was moved to the Apollo cabin and they were all very intrigued with her "ability." After some poking and prodding they turned out to be fairly cool and taught her about different kinds of medicinal healing, plants, and archery. She's now a regular healer at the healing tent and proficient in English as well as a master of cleaver fighting, that was at least until her mother gave Nawa her father's staff, the Rod of Asclepius.
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"all i do is finesse, man."
"name's zayne, and you?"
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child of janus.
do you know who you are.
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Morgan Saint-Yves
Essentials
Name: Morgan Saint-Yves
Nickname: None, yet !
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
DoB + Zodiac: April 12th, Aries
Species: Demigod
Godly Parentage: Tyche (Mother, Goddess of Fortune), Pierre Saint-Yves (Father, Mortal)
Faceclaim: Julien Desvaux de Marginy
Visage
Height: 177.8cm (5'10")
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Dark Blue
Scars or birthmarks: Faint thin scar across left palm
Psyche
Personality:
Morgan has had the good fortune of always seeing the glass half full. Generally positivity is his 'MO', and with that comes a knack for letting the world happen to him. Generally content to not do a whole lot, Morgan's positivity easily leads him to inaction, and to his credit it usually works out. This can often present itself as him being a rather empty person with little to him more than a smile and some laughter, which isn't entirely wrong.
On a less general level, Morgan wants to be everyone's friend. In his eyes it can't hurt to be nice, especially if they're interesting. People are generally fascinating to him, although Morgan would be much less eloquent in his reasoning.
Outside of that he has his interests and passions, but they don't define him much. He prefers to keep those to himself, and instead. As said, earlier, it is true that from the outside he seems fairly empty, if not uninteresting. As far as he presents himself, there really isn't much more to him than being a nice and generally relaxed person.
Demigod Abilities:
Tychokinesis: He's pretty lucky, and maybe you are too if you know him.
Strengths:Perceptive: He is pretty good at noticing the smaller details both in people, and the world around him.
Running: Not much to say here. He can run pretty quick for a pretty long time. Maybe Hermes is his grandfather...
Sociable: Conversation comes fairly naturally.
Lucky: It's almost uncomfortable how lucky he can be.
French: He speaks French. That has to be a strength, right?
Weaknesses:Perfunctory: Effort is applied sparingly.
Insincere: If he doesn't like you, he won't say. Sometimes for better but mostly for worse.
Weak: He can't lift all that much or hit that hard.
Likes:Doing almost anything with friends: Passing the time is nice, especially with others.
Idle chatting: Why not converse a little?
Driving: It's the best way to go nowhere and end up somewhere else, although it isn't that great to do in excess.
Dogs: They can kind of talk to you.
Dislikes:Silence: It's almost the opposite of talking, what did you expect?
Leading: Again, letting the world happen to him. Not the other way around.
Repetition: It's just plain boring.
Waste: It's bad for everyone, especially the planet.
Fears:Being truly alone: Nobody to talk to, alone only with himself.
Losing his voice: Conversation keeps him going. Losing that is pretty close to losing everything.
Ailments: None, outside of the regular for Demigods.Backstory
Morgan was born in a small apartment nestled in a less eventful corner of Chicago. Somewhere near a park, not that it mattered much. His early life wasn't lived there. Instead he bounced between the families of his father's older brothers. One lived in quiet suburb of Seattle while the other owned a vineyard in France, that had apparently been in the family for generations. Needless to say both uncles had large families.
Bouncing between the two families made Morgan accustomed to feeling a visitor for most of his life. He became to expect people to show him around their lives as if he was a guest. Meaningless chit-chat became second nature, as did waiting around. Maybe he didn't want to leave or forget the moment he was stuck in. Maybe it was something else.
When he turned twelve his father decided he had enough time on his hands to have Morgan move back to Chicago permanently. This was never a point of bitterness for the boy. He knew his father was busy with work and all. However, he would have to begin to make appearances. His father had a fairly strict image of what a future was for Morgan, which while not unreasonable, didn't click well with not doing a whole lot. While he understood he was afforded a few more years of relative freedom, he knew his teenage years wouldn't be as whimsical as the rest of his life had been. The occurrences of the demigod's
Exactly on cue, on his thirteenth birthday Morgan was introduced to his primary passion. Through pure coincidence walking home from school he encountered a few high-schoolers picking up litter. After a short conversation he became wildly committed to environmentalism. This sudden shift in interest was not unnoticed by his father, who did his best to support these interests, as he felt they were a good use of both of their time. The two would begin to grow closer as they spent their free time cleaning up their neighborhood, and trying to reduce their personal waste. Some time shortly after the two decided mutually to stop eating meat products.
Morgan's time at Camp Half-Blood went about as unremarkably as the rest of his life had been. He was never too important to draw anyone's attention, and hardly bothered with getting the attention of anyone inside it. Truly nothing special there.
The Rest of It
Years at Camp H. Blood: Three
Weapon of choice: Something like a spear
Relationships: None, for now !
Conversation
"Between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?"
"Jupiter. They seem pretty into that sort of thing, right?"
"What do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?"
"I mean, I 'dunno. Probably something pretty scary, you know? Whatever it is it's a bit out of my league."
"How do you want to be remembered after you die?"
"That's kinda dark. I guess not much different from most. You know, old and that stuff."
"What was the happiest moment of your life?"
"''Dunno, that's kinda hard. I guess visiting my uncle's family in France when I was old enough to drink there." (Muffle snickering) "In all seriousness though, probably the first time me and my dad took in a haul of recycling from the neighborhood. That was good."
"There’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!"
(Restrained Laughter) "Why not, sure."
Essentials
Name: Morgan Saint-Yves
Nickname: None, yet !
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
DoB + Zodiac: April 12th, Aries
Species: Demigod
Godly Parentage: Tyche (Mother, Goddess of Fortune), Pierre Saint-Yves (Father, Mortal)
Faceclaim: Julien Desvaux de Marginy
Visage
Height: 177.8cm (5'10")
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Dark Blue
Scars or birthmarks: Faint thin scar across left palm
Psyche
Personality:
Morgan has had the good fortune of always seeing the glass half full. Generally positivity is his 'MO', and with that comes a knack for letting the world happen to him. Generally content to not do a whole lot, Morgan's positivity easily leads him to inaction, and to his credit it usually works out. This can often present itself as him being a rather empty person with little to him more than a smile and some laughter, which isn't entirely wrong.
On a less general level, Morgan wants to be everyone's friend. In his eyes it can't hurt to be nice, especially if they're interesting. People are generally fascinating to him, although Morgan would be much less eloquent in his reasoning.
Outside of that he has his interests and passions, but they don't define him much. He prefers to keep those to himself, and instead. As said, earlier, it is true that from the outside he seems fairly empty, if not uninteresting. As far as he presents himself, there really isn't much more to him than being a nice and generally relaxed person.
Demigod Abilities:
Tychokinesis: He's pretty lucky, and maybe you are too if you know him.
Strengths:
Perceptive: He is pretty good at noticing the smaller details both in people, and the world around him.
Running: Not much to say here. He can run pretty quick for a pretty long time. Maybe Hermes is his grandfather...
Sociable: Conversation comes fairly naturally.
Lucky: It's almost uncomfortable how lucky he can be.
French: He speaks French. That has to be a strength, right?
Weaknesses:
Perfunctory: Effort is applied sparingly.
Insincere: If he doesn't like you, he won't say. Sometimes for better but mostly for worse.
Weak: He can't lift all that much or hit that hard.
Likes:
Doing almost anything with friends: Passing the time is nice, especially with others.
Idle chatting: Why not converse a little?
Driving: It's the best way to go nowhere and end up somewhere else, although it isn't that great to do in excess.
Dogs: They can kind of talk to you.
Dislikes:
Silence: It's almost the opposite of talking, what did you expect?
Leading: Again, letting the world happen to him. Not the other way around.
Repetition: It's just plain boring.
Waste: It's bad for everyone, especially the planet.
Fears:
Being truly alone: Nobody to talk to, alone only with himself.
Losing his voice: Conversation keeps him going. Losing that is pretty close to losing everything.
Ailments: None, outside of the regular for Demigods.
Backstory
Morgan was born in a small apartment nestled in a less eventful corner of Chicago. Somewhere near a park, not that it mattered much. His early life wasn't lived there. Instead he bounced between the families of his father's older brothers. One lived in quiet suburb of Seattle while the other owned a vineyard in France, that had apparently been in the family for generations. Needless to say both uncles had large families.
Bouncing between the two families made Morgan accustomed to feeling a visitor for most of his life. He became to expect people to show him around their lives as if he was a guest. Meaningless chit-chat became second nature, as did waiting around. Maybe he didn't want to leave or forget the moment he was stuck in. Maybe it was something else.
When he turned twelve his father decided he had enough time on his hands to have Morgan move back to Chicago permanently. This was never a point of bitterness for the boy. He knew his father was busy with work and all. However, he would have to begin to make appearances. His father had a fairly strict image of what a future was for Morgan, which while not unreasonable, didn't click well with not doing a whole lot. While he understood he was afforded a few more years of relative freedom, he knew his teenage years wouldn't be as whimsical as the rest of his life had been. The occurrences of the demigod's
Exactly on cue, on his thirteenth birthday Morgan was introduced to his primary passion. Through pure coincidence walking home from school he encountered a few high-schoolers picking up litter. After a short conversation he became wildly committed to environmentalism. This sudden shift in interest was not unnoticed by his father, who did his best to support these interests, as he felt they were a good use of both of their time. The two would begin to grow closer as they spent their free time cleaning up their neighborhood, and trying to reduce their personal waste. Some time shortly after the two decided mutually to stop eating meat products.
Morgan's time at Camp Half-Blood went about as unremarkably as the rest of his life had been. He was never too important to draw anyone's attention, and hardly bothered with getting the attention of anyone inside it. Truly nothing special there.
The Rest of It
Years at Camp H. Blood: Three
Weapon of choice: Something like a spear
Relationships: None, for now !
Conversation
"Between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?"
"Jupiter. They seem pretty into that sort of thing, right?"
"What do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?"
"I mean, I 'dunno. Probably something pretty scary, you know? Whatever it is it's a bit out of my league."
"How do you want to be remembered after you die?"
"That's kinda dark. I guess not much different from most. You know, old and that stuff."
"What was the happiest moment of your life?"
"''Dunno, that's kinda hard. I guess visiting my uncle's family in France when I was old enough to drink there." (Muffle snickering) "In all seriousness though, probably the first time me and my dad took in a haul of recycling from the neighborhood. That was good."
"There’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!"
(Restrained Laughter) "Why not, sure."
Name: Morgan Saint-Yves
Nickname: None, yet !
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
DoB + Zodiac: April 12th, Aries
Species: Demigod
Godly Parentage: Tyche (Mother, Goddess of Fortune), Pierre Saint-Yves (Father, Mortal)
Faceclaim: Julien Desvaux de Marginy
Visage
Height: 177.8cm (5'10")
Hair: Ginger
Eyes: Dark Blue
Scars or birthmarks: Faint thin scar across left palm
Psyche
Personality:
Morgan has had the good fortune of always seeing the glass half full. Generally positivity is his 'MO', and with that comes a knack for letting the world happen to him. Generally content to not do a whole lot, Morgan's positivity easily leads him to inaction, and to his credit it usually works out. This can often present itself as him being a rather empty person with little to him more than a smile and some laughter, which isn't entirely wrong.
On a less general level, Morgan wants to be everyone's friend. In his eyes it can't hurt to be nice, especially if they're interesting. People are generally fascinating to him, although Morgan would be much less eloquent in his reasoning.
Outside of that he has his interests and passions, but they don't define him much. He prefers to keep those to himself, and instead. As said, earlier, it is true that from the outside he seems fairly empty, if not uninteresting. As far as he presents himself, there really isn't much more to him than being a nice and generally relaxed person.
Demigod Abilities:
Tychokinesis: He's pretty lucky, and maybe you are too if you know him.
Strengths:
Perceptive: He is pretty good at noticing the smaller details both in people, and the world around him.
Running: Not much to say here. He can run pretty quick for a pretty long time. Maybe Hermes is his grandfather...
Sociable: Conversation comes fairly naturally.
Lucky: It's almost uncomfortable how lucky he can be.
French: He speaks French. That has to be a strength, right?
Weaknesses:
Perfunctory: Effort is applied sparingly.
Insincere: If he doesn't like you, he won't say. Sometimes for better but mostly for worse.
Weak: He can't lift all that much or hit that hard.
Likes:
Doing almost anything with friends: Passing the time is nice, especially with others.
Idle chatting: Why not converse a little?
Driving: It's the best way to go nowhere and end up somewhere else, although it isn't that great to do in excess.
Dogs: They can kind of talk to you.
Dislikes:
Silence: It's almost the opposite of talking, what did you expect?
Leading: Again, letting the world happen to him. Not the other way around.
Repetition: It's just plain boring.
Waste: It's bad for everyone, especially the planet.
Fears:
Being truly alone: Nobody to talk to, alone only with himself.
Losing his voice: Conversation keeps him going. Losing that is pretty close to losing everything.
Ailments: None, outside of the regular for Demigods.
Backstory
Morgan was born in a small apartment nestled in a less eventful corner of Chicago. Somewhere near a park, not that it mattered much. His early life wasn't lived there. Instead he bounced between the families of his father's older brothers. One lived in quiet suburb of Seattle while the other owned a vineyard in France, that had apparently been in the family for generations. Needless to say both uncles had large families.
Bouncing between the two families made Morgan accustomed to feeling a visitor for most of his life. He became to expect people to show him around their lives as if he was a guest. Meaningless chit-chat became second nature, as did waiting around. Maybe he didn't want to leave or forget the moment he was stuck in. Maybe it was something else.
When he turned twelve his father decided he had enough time on his hands to have Morgan move back to Chicago permanently. This was never a point of bitterness for the boy. He knew his father was busy with work and all. However, he would have to begin to make appearances. His father had a fairly strict image of what a future was for Morgan, which while not unreasonable, didn't click well with not doing a whole lot. While he understood he was afforded a few more years of relative freedom, he knew his teenage years wouldn't be as whimsical as the rest of his life had been. The occurrences of the demigod's
Exactly on cue, on his thirteenth birthday Morgan was introduced to his primary passion. Through pure coincidence walking home from school he encountered a few high-schoolers picking up litter. After a short conversation he became wildly committed to environmentalism. This sudden shift in interest was not unnoticed by his father, who did his best to support these interests, as he felt they were a good use of both of their time. The two would begin to grow closer as they spent their free time cleaning up their neighborhood, and trying to reduce their personal waste. Some time shortly after the two decided mutually to stop eating meat products.
Morgan's time at Camp Half-Blood went about as unremarkably as the rest of his life had been. He was never too important to draw anyone's attention, and hardly bothered with getting the attention of anyone inside it. Truly nothing special there.
The Rest of It
Years at Camp H. Blood: Three
Weapon of choice: Something like a spear
Relationships: None, for now !
Conversation
"Between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? Why?"
"Jupiter. They seem pretty into that sort of thing, right?"
"What do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?"
"I mean, I 'dunno. Probably something pretty scary, you know? Whatever it is it's a bit out of my league."
"How do you want to be remembered after you die?"
"That's kinda dark. I guess not much different from most. You know, old and that stuff."
"What was the happiest moment of your life?"
"''Dunno, that's kinda hard. I guess visiting my uncle's family in France when I was old enough to drink there." (Muffle snickering) "In all seriousness though, probably the first time me and my dad took in a haul of recycling from the neighborhood. That was good."
"There’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!"
(Restrained Laughter) "Why not, sure."
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All hail the holy mackerel
Name: Victor Inzerillo
nickname(s): Vic
age: 16
gender: Male
sexuality: In his own words "Who gives a crap"
dob + zodiac: August/04/2004 Leo
species: Demigod
godly parentage: Nike
height: 5'8
hair: Black
eyes: Brown
physical description: From a distance Victor isn't all that impressive, average looks, average height, and a slim looking build don't do much to make him stand out among his literal god like piers. It's only when you get close that anything about him starts to stand out, his slim build is actually compact steel cable like muscle, his self confidence makes it seem like he's well over 6'5, and his looks... Well those are still average.
scars or birthmarks: In his own words "Scars? HA! Someone has to hit me first"
style : Victor can normally be seen wearing jeans, a camp shirt that he's removed the sleeves from and a gold necklace with a small depiction of Nike on it. When away from the camp he replaces the camp shit with a white undershirt and leather jacket.
personality : To describe Victor as cocky would be putting lightly he has a near constant self confident smirk plastered to his face, he is so convinced of his own greatness that it actually starts to rub off on those around him. Despite this attitude he's made friends with most of the other campers and is fairly quick at making friends out of any new arrivals, because his cockiness never comes off as malicious or condescending, he's just happy to be so dam good at almost everything he does. That joy and wonder brought on by his own abilities bubbles up whenever he opens his mouth so most seem to find his self confidence endearing.
That being said he isn't the brightest bulb in the box, that's not to say he's altogether stupid he's actually closer to the lower side of average, and he knows it. Victor generally leaves any "brainy" stuff to campers he thinks are better suited to such tasks. It's not uncommon to see him asking for help from smarter campers which for him is almost everybody else at the camp. Long story short Victor Inzerillo is a guy who knows his lane and is completely fine with that.
- vices (3+):
LIKES A GOOD FIGHT: There are only a few things that Victor like more than fighting, if there is an opportunity to throw a punch Victor will be chomping at the bit to be the first one to do it.
OBSESSED WITH WINNING: This is one of the few things that Victor likes more than a fight winning that fight, or winning capture the flag, or a game of connect four.
AS SMART AS HE ISN'T: Another thing that Victor likes more than a good fight, surprisingly enough, learning new things. Despite his lack of scholarly ability he loves to learn and figure out things. Most recently he's been spending a lot of time around the Hecate cabin trying to pick up how to use magic, with little success.
virtues (3+):
BRAVE
LOYAL TO A FAULT
ALWAYS WILLING TO LEND A HAND
demigod abilities:
NATURALLY TALENTED: Being the son of the goddess of victory seems to have given Victor a talent in anything that could be considered a competition. It only took him three days to become one of the better swordsman in camp, less time than that to set a new record on the climbing wall, and only twenty minutes to almost fully master driving a chariot.
UNFAIR FAIRNESS: Nike doesn't only represent victory she's the literal spirit of competition. Because of this Victor seems to gain or loose just enough power and skill to make any fight he's in a fair fight. But what Nike considers to be fair is only for her to know.
strengths:
PURE TALENT
EXCELLENT STAMINA
DRIVEN TO WIN
weaknesses:
LOVES HIS MOMMA: Due to the fact that Nike could or chose to be around more throughout Victor's life than most divine parents he sees her as more of a mother and less as a god with duties and rules she has to follow. As such he tends to treat most gods as part of his extended family rather than cosmically powered sociopaths.
KINDA SORTA DUMB: As previously stated Victor isn't a genius, he has a hard time adapting to new things on the fly and tends to ignore problems he doesn't immediately have an answer for trusting/hoping someone else can fix it or at least tell him how to fix it.
WALKING TALKING BALLISTIC MISSILE: Victor is not a leader, he doesn't want any sort of authority at all. He isn't smart enough to come up with complex strategies or tactics, he needs someone else to do that while he's punching.
BUTT HURT SUN DRIVING JERK: Victor can't pick up a bow without it falling apart in his hands due to a curse placed on him by Apollo, Victor accidentally, ACCIDENTALLY, fell asleep during a performance by the sun god himself when he made a rare visit to camp. In Victor's defense it was a really bad limerick.
likes (3+):
Boxing
Chariots
Climbing
Wrestling
Swimming
A good slice of pizza
Someone at the camp (everybody knows he does just not who it is and Victor is being weirdly quiet about it)
dislikes (3+):
Math
Anything that requires to much math
Limericks
Poems
Those weird harp looking instruments
Apollo
No really MATH
fears:
Disappointing his momma
Dying not on his feet
Not getting into Elysium
Not being remembered
ailments:
Apollo's curse
# of years at chb: 4
weapon of choice:
A mace made out of celestial bronze that looks like an aluminum baseball bat to until he smacks it on the ground three times, a pair of bronze knuckles that are disguised as a belt buckle.
background: Victor's father was a professional boxer by the name of Tony Inzerillo. Tony wasn't particularly famous and spent most of his career in the middle ranks, but he had one fan that showed up to all of his fights and always cheered louder than anybody else in the stadium. He always noticed her from his corner in between rounds standing in the front row cheering him on for all she was worth, and he fell for her more and more every time he heard her yell his name she always seemed to slip out before he could catch her. After months of almost catching her the pro boxer had finally had enough, he asked her to dinner in front of a packed stadium from the center of the ring after a first round knock out win. At the time he had no way of knowing she was Nike the ancient Greek goddess of victory but she could have been a cyclops for all he cared, every time he won a fight she was waiting for him in the parking lot and every time she was gone by the next morning. Years of this went by the one morning she was still there when Tony woke up, she has a serious expression on her face the man had never seen before, Nike told him who she was, why she couldn't be with him all the time, and that she was pregnant with his child. Nike had expected Tony to be furious or accuse her of lying or just tell her to get out of his apartment, but all the veteran boxer did was laugh. He wasn't concerned with all of the complications he was just happy that she was with him when she could be and practically overjoyed at the prospect of being a father.
They're relationship continued as it had before Tony fighting and Nike joining him on his way home after wins until the day came and Tony woke up to a baby in his bed with a little note stuck to his night stand with the kids name on it, Victor. Tony took to being a semi single father with a dogged determination and little Victor went every where with his old man, Tony would carry Victor along with him when he did roadwork in the morning and sit with Tony's coach when he was at the gym, and oddly enough he'd sit with his mother when Tony was fighting. Nike still came to all of Tony's fights and still went home with him, and Victor, on the nights he won. Again years passed and Victor grew up, he still went every where with his dad, he still did roadwork in the morning but he wasn't being carried anymore, he still went to the gym but he wasn't just sitting he was amazing Tony's coach by learning to box, and he still went to Tony's fights but he was up and cheering just as loud as his mother.
When Victor turned eleven Nike surprised him by taking him to camp half-blood, Victor flourished at the camp, befriending everyone he could and only being slightly annoying to those he couldn't, excelling at everything the required physical skill, he loved every second of it, and once the summer was over his dad would come and pick him up and they'd go back to they're little apartment in uptown New York. Fours years came and went with this being the norm for Victor, sure there was the occasional monster attack and the always present problem of his grades in school but Victor was happy. Then last winter Tony was told he had a title shot for the first and probably the last time in his career. His dad threw himself into training harder than ever he even outpaced Victor on several occasions even with the kids half divine body, and like usual his mother was there at the arena for his dads big title fight. The match was one for the history books nine rounds of the best fighting Victor had ever seen from his dad and when it was over Tony Inzerillo stood alone in the middle of the ring championship belt held high. Victor was jumping and screaming in pride and happiness until he looked at his mother. Nike stood next to him in the front row still and silent with a small sad smile on her face, she turned to Victor and told him that Chiron would be waiting at the hospital for him before turning and disappearing into the crowd. Tony died that night, sometime during the final moments of the match he had suffered a brain aneurysm and was already gone by the time the ref called for the ring doctor. Chiron was waiting for Victor at the hospital when the ambulance carrying his dads body pulled in, the whole way to the hospital and the whole way to camp Victor never shed a tear when asked why he would only smile his crooked cocky little smile and say "Because pops went the way he wanted, on his feet, belt in hand, the crowd chanting his name...what better gift could mom give him".
Relationships: Victor has a crush on someone but he's not saying who.
theme song: My Way (Frank Sinatra)
- QNA:
between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
Uh duh Camp Half blood, why? Cause they got me knucklehead!
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
Look my guy that's not the kinda thing I handle, let the smart people figure smart problems, I just hope that when they due there's something for me to hit.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
I want a constellation, like that one guy got, Hercules! That's his name right? Or was that just in the disney movie? Anyway I want to be with the rest of the stars.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
Watching my dad win the world middleweight championship belt, course that's also a sad one to I guess.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I hope pops is doing alright, wherever they sent him down there.
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Hey you, hope you're happy up there. <3
Name: Collin C. Rune, now known as Callus.
Nickname(s): Cal, Collie (Do not use Collie unless he allows you to)
Age: 18 years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Always says he's straight but may have bisexual tendencies.
D.o.B and Zodiac Sign: Jan 26, Aquarius.
Species: Demigod
Godly Parentage (if demigod): Vulkan
|Visage|
Height: 6'2
Hair: Dark brown with hints of copper
Eyes: Pure hazel
Physical Description:
Physically, Callus is in good shape from working the forges. The SPQR tattoo, still jet black, rests on his wrist positioned above his godly father's insignia, the hammer and anvil. Three black bars rest beneath the symbol, signifying his 3 years stay at Camp Jupiter.
Scars/Birthmarks:
He has a nasty burn on his left side from an unfortunate forging mishap.
Style (optional): Callus doesn't prioritize fashion, but he makes an effort to look nice. He does this through simple white tees and jeans/cargo shorts on normal days.
On excursions, he tends to go for an unzipped hoodie or jacket over a white or black tee, depending on his mood. When forging, he tends to use sleeveless white tees and jeans, which is okay since he's inherently fireproof. His battle attire consists of the cloak that the stranger left him and a supply belt.
|Psyche|
Personality:
Callus is extremely loyal to his allies and friends, willing to do almost anything within his power to bring them happiness.
Being the silent type, he empathizes well with close friends and is often described as the "rant closet" of the group. This also means that he’s a bit of a closed book, with almost no one knowing much about him except his close mortal friends.
In his comfort zone, he is charismatic and charming as a person, often cracking jokes and generally being a pleasant guy.
Extremely involved in the forge, he aims to develop new weapons and materials from which to make said weapons.
Through devotion and strong will, he stops at nothing until his goals are made to be a reality.
Vices:
Sarcastic.
Stubborn.
Absent-minded when relaxed.
Virtues:
Empathetic.
Extremely loyal.
Charismatic.
Calm-nerved.
Demigod Abilities:
Pyrokinesis: The ability to control fire and heat as well as being completely immune to the effects of fire.
Callus expends his strength to concentrate heat into a specific place, usually his hands, which then combusts into flames. Flames that are conjured up by Callus require conscious effort instead of strength to keep alive. Increasing the temperature of these flames will expend more of Callus' strength. Killing these flames gives back the strength Callus used to create them in the first place. If any outside forces increase the temperature of Callus' flames, killing those flames will give Callus more strength than what he used before.
Basic Abilities: Fireball Summoning | Body Temp Control | Heat Aura
Knowledge of the Forge: The ability to properly use a forge, creating both normal and enchanted weapons and equipment.
Basic Abilities: Weapon Repair | Weapon Enchant | Weapon Construct
Spell Weaponry: The usage of weapons as a conduit to amplify spells that the user may utilize.
Weapon Calling: Weapons owned by the user can be called to the user, no matter where it may be located.
Strengths:
Able to quickly make tactical decisions, often making for a reliable field leader
Being a silent type, he can suppress his presence, making an ideal melee assassin.
Nimble and elusive from a young age, he can survive hand to hand combat, despite not being particularly skilled in self-defense.
Weaknesses:
He lets his emotions affect his decision making and more importantly his magic
He is highly susceptible to psychic magic, as his mental state and fortitude is worse off
He is very likely to be controlled or manipulated if a close friend or a relative of his was involved in a dangerous situation
He usually forgets about his magical limits, causing him to burn out carelessly more often
Having trained alone for the majority of his time at Camp Jupiter, he's inexperienced with a majority of weapons, both in using the weapon and defending from it.
Likes:
-Reading any books, regardless of genre, favoring scientific and romantic books
-Furry and cuddly animals of all kinds, except cats
-Watching any films, regardless of genre, favoring horror and romance films
-Cold weather, since he can adjust his body temperature to find the most comfortable temp.
Dislikes:
-Seeing a power struggle within a group. Prefers to have a clear-cut leader with no hassle.
-People who invade personal space, although he’s very physical with close friends.
-Feuds or internal conflicts between friends or allies
Fears:
Is absolutely terrified of the ocean.
Is slightly scared of centipedes and creepy crawlies.
Ailments: None that he knows of.
|Other|
Recorded Years at CHB/CJ: 3 years at Camp Jupiter
Weapon of Choice:
Flame Blade: Callus' dagger is a blade made solely of adamantine, one of the first pure adamantine weapons.
Unlike normal daggers, Callus’ dagger is utilized through his pyrokinesis.
He can control his blade, having them leave his hand and move through the air by manipulating the flames and heat he injects into the blade.
It requires a steady stream of heat to be properly controlled, running out of heat reverts it into a normal dagger.
Wielding this weapon through pyrokinesis causes Callus’ body heat to rise significantly.
Although through practice and temperature training, one can learn to control the effects of the blade.
Depending on Callus’ heat output, the Flame Blade can duplicate, adding more flying blades to the fight. Doing this exponentially increases body temperature rise as well as mental and physical strain in controlling numerous blades.
In order to not draw attention, the Soul Blade can shift into a finger ring while still retaining its magical properties.
Enchanted Auto-Pistol: Callus' secondary weapon. Given to him by his father, he enchanted it to fire Imperial Gold pellets mixed with his flames. It also serves to enhance Callus' spells. Serves to apply medium-range pressure and extend his attack range. If situations get out of hand, he will resort to using his magic instead of his pistol.
Background:
Collin was brought up in a life surrounded by hammering, shooting, and weaponry. His mother was an expert blacksmith, one of the best in the country. She was so passionate about her work, that her forge was known for the forging fires to never go out. Collin adored smithing as both a profession and a passion, so naturally, he watched his mother's every move in the forge. Every sword, ax, dagger, spear, and lance imaginable was crafted in front of Collin, the white-hot metal bending with every hammer swing.
Collin's father was his mother's other half, a swordsman. He traveled the globe, learning the basics up to the advanced mechanics of sword handling to individual styles. From a khopesh to scimitars to hook swords, you name it, he knows it. While Collin truly admired his father’s proficiency with a long blade, he was always drawn to daggers. Being scrawny in his early childhood, he relied on his speed and evasiveness to outwit and outrun bullies.
One year after he was born, his mother gave birth to another Rune, Marissa Rune. Collin and Marissa had a tightly knit bond since being unable to make friends with mortals from an early age left him a loner in the school.
Growing up, his life was perfectly normal. He aged to a good 15 years old before the first real tragedy happened. His father found out that Collin’s mother had an affair, allegedly having Marissa as a child. He furiously demanded a divorce, knowing that Marissa was no child of his.
His mother was devastated to the point that she never left the house to go to the forge. She refused to eat and eventually succumbed to a fatal disease. For the first time, the forge fires died out. Without his mother working the forge, Collin and Marissa were then tasked with carrying the family business. For the longest time, they both managed to scrape by. Their forging skills were not as great as their mother's, but it was worse enough to evidently lower the family's reputation.
One fateful night, Collin was working on a flammard of steel, one of the hardest orders he's had to make. Frustrated by the complexity of the order, he decided to close up shop for the night.
That is until a knock on the door and the ringing of the door chime alerted him to a customer.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen, darling.", they muttered.
"How may I help you?", Collin inquired.
"I have a dagger I want you to make.", they replied in a grainy voice, growl-like in nature.
"I'm terribly sorry, but I'm closing up shop. Could you come back t-"
His words were cut off as the unmistakable point of a dagger lightly pressed against his nape.
"I think you didn't understand me correctly. I have a dagger I want you to make. Now."
I have no choice. They're too close for me to do anything, and with speed like that, I'd be killed trying.
Collin started on making the dagger, following the instructions, and using the materials the stranger had given him. It was a weapon like he had never seen before. Maybe it was meant to be decorative, not practical usage.
The metal given was mesmerizing, it took Collin all his might to get the forge flames hot enough just to get it glowing hot. It was so malleable and moldable; he was practically able to shape it using his hands.
Burning the midnight oil with a dagger’s pinprick on his neck, he finished the stranger’s demand. He turned to give the dagger, but whoever was there was no more. All that was left was the cloak they were wearing and a note written an unknown language.
The characters themselves shifted as he picked up the note, the message itself barely decipherable.
ᛞᛁᚷᚾᚢᛋ ᛖᛋ. ᛖᛪᛋᛈᛖᚲᛏᛟ ᛏᚢᚢᛗ ᚨᛞᚡᛖᚾᛏᚢᛗ, ᚤᛟᚢᚾᚷ ᚲᚨᛚᛚᚢᛋ ᛟᚠ ᚱᚢᚾᛖ.
You are worthy. I await your arrival, young Callus of Rune.
Then it went dark.
Waking up at the reputable Wolf House, Collin marked the beginning of a new journey under the name Lupa herself addressed him with.
Callus of Rune.
Life at Camp Jupiter was rough at first. He was unwillingly separated from his sister, unsure if he would ever see her again. The thought terrified him, despite Marissa not being related by blood. That feeling of isolation further pushed him deeper into his social shell, rendering him unable to coordinate with his fellow campers.
After landing probation ranks and being notified that he was on the brink of being kicked out, he took to the forge for the first time in a while to let out some anger. There he discovered he had pyrokinesis, an uber-rare ability only granted to those of Vulkan’s heritage. And just like that, he was claimed as a hammer and anvil tattoo seared itself on his wrist. After a year of experimenting and practicing with his abilities, he eventually learned the specialties of his dagger which lead him to invent a new fighting technique, restoring honor to his name.
In the present, Callus has just mastered basic techniques with the Flame Blade and conjured up a few basic abilities with his pyrokinesis until the current issue. The wilting of Bacchus' vineyard. The impossible made possible. Praetor Hazel Levesque came to Callus, telling him he was tasked to join forces with the Greek campers on a quest issued by Chiron.
He had no idea what to expect, only knowing that the wilting of Bacchus’ vineyard was a bad omen like no other. Only the gods know what is in store for Callus, Son of Vulkan, Master of the Forged Blade.
Relationships:
Elizabeth Rune - Mortal mother
Marissa Rune - Demigod sister under Hephaestus. Parted ways to different camps after the visit of Lupa.
Cassius - Good friend in Camp Jupiter. Helped him train his dagger-wielding and basic combat skills.
Dani - Current girlfriend in Camp Jupiter.
Theme Song: Burn The House Down by AJR
|FAQ|
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
Obviously, Camp Jupiter, they've been training in military tactics being a Roman camp.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
I honestly have no idea, that unknown sense gives me a thrill.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
I don't want to be remembered at all. If it's ever possible, I would die without anyone ever knowing. Erasing my complete existence. I don't want to hurt anyone.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
Leaving my parents' house and getting a new place.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
I wish people weren't so dishonest and manipulative, it'll save the world so much hurt and pain.
EDIT: Added descriptions of how Callus uses his dagger and pistol.
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Trying to releive my eternal boredom
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cleopatraa
A Philocalist
Daughter of Artemis or Hestia (but like actual daughter instead of a hunter) placeholder if it's still possible c:
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cleopatraa
A Philocalist
leviathan.
wow dude your coding skills are magnificent...Idk why ur watermark didn't show up though :,c
cleopatraa
A Philocalist
— ❝Fuck it, I’m down. ❞
—BASICS.
—ABILITY.
—VISAGE.
—PSYCHE.
Eighteen Years Young. Daughter of Hestia. Adopted daughter of Damien Drakos. Female. Heterosexual, slightly bi-curious. No nicknames, unless you know her personally; then you can call her Rena. Born on July 12th. A cancer.
Theme Song: Kehlani–Did I
|FAQ|
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
–Camp Half-Blood. We have the experience and the will.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
–I don't know, but something isn't right. There's power in the air, I just can't tell where it's coming from or who it belongs to. All I know is that people are scared, and they should be.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
–I haven't thought about that. I guess I'd like to make a difference in peoples' lives. I want to be remembered by my actions and choices, not because of who my parents are.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
–One night, I was sitting by the lake and I was so angry at Hestia because I didn't understand her. And then I saw her in the reflection of the water, and I felt her. I felt everything she ever felt and I just knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. All my anger vanished after that. She did everything, she gave up everything, to keep peace and avoid conflict. That was the first moment I was proud to be her daughter.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish:
–I wish I didn't always have to feel..
Theme Song: Kehlani–Did I
|FAQ|
between camp half-blood and camp Jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
–Camp Half-Blood. We have the experience and the will.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
–I don't know, but something isn't right. There's power in the air, I just can't tell where it's coming from or who it belongs to. All I know is that people are scared, and they should be.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
–I haven't thought about that. I guess I'd like to make a difference in peoples' lives. I want to be remembered by my actions and choices, not because of who my parents are.
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
–One night, I was sitting by the lake and I was so angry at Hestia because I didn't understand her. And then I saw her in the reflection of the water, and I felt her. I felt everything she ever felt and I just knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be. All my anger vanished after that. She did everything, she gave up everything, to keep peace and avoid conflict. That was the first moment I was proud to be her daughter.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish:
–I wish I didn't always have to feel..
—ABILITY.
As the daughter of the Goddess Hestia, Syrena has always been able to read other's immediately. She can fish out the try hards from the go-getters, the bullies from the victims, the fakers from the makers, the snobs from the honest, you name it. One of her gifts is the ability to read emotions as well as control the emotions of the people around her. The only downside is that she tends to absorb the emotions of the people closest to her, and when she feels, she FEELS. It's no wonder people always feel calm around her instantly, it's a force of habit. She can also create flames and control fire without being burned, a gift from Hestia, the Goddess of the eternal flame. This can be useful, but she has to remember to remain calm. Her fire is fueled by emotion, and if she isn't careful she could burn down an entire building. And she definitely does not have the insurance for that. Hestia's last gift to her daughter was the ability to heal. Syrena can not only heal faster and on her own, but she can help heal others. It requires a lot of mental effort and can leave her exhausted and drained from energy, depending on how bad the wound is.
—VISAGE.
Just like her mother, Syrena has long dark, almost black hair that falls to her waist, almost to her hips. Instead of her mother's tight ringlets and curls, Syrena's hair falls in beachy waves and ringlets that frame her light hazel eyes. She has light tan, almost a light olive, toned skin that she inherited from always being in the sun. She stands at 5'6, an average height, and has a petite build with a small waist and wider hips. She has a scar on her back left shoulder from getting into a brawl during her first year at Camp Halfblood. She is based off of the legend, the YOUNG Angelina Jolie.
—PSYCHE.
Syrena hates standing out. She prefers to blend in and go unnoticed, however she is more than capable of leading. She simply chooses not to, for the simple fact that she is always underestimated, despite having proven herself time after time. She is not the one to boast, nor is she the one to gloat, or even get jealous. She is confident in herself, and that unwavering confidence and belief in herself has been known to piss several people off, particularly the children of Aphrodite and Ares. She can seem emotionless and quiet and reserved at times, but that is because she tries to always remain in control of her emotions and of those around her. It's tough being able to feel what every single person in the same room as you is feeling. That being said, Syrena is kind hearted and understanding, she will know exactly what's wrong before you even say it and will listen and be your shoulder to cry on. As kind as she may seem, Syrena is not a force to be reckoned with. If you hurt her, or the ones she cares about, she WILL retaliate, and she will make sure it's worth her doing so. After all, if you're going to get in trouble, you may as well go all out
❝Syrena Drakos❞
—BACKSTORY.
maybe it was her boredom, or maybe it was simply because there needed to be a change, but the night of Syrena's conception was hardly a conception at all. Despite her trauma from being swallowed whole and her dislike of motherhood, Hestia decided she wanted an offspring. Not to love, but to help keep balance on Earth. As long as there was peace, there was trouble brewing. Without consulting the other Olympians except Apollo and Poseidon, the two people who she knew would support her, Hestia took a piece of the sacred flame and sent it down to Earth, sending with it the love and hope she carried for Olympus and Earth. From that flame, Syrena was born. She was taken in by Damien Drakos, a vineyard farmer who swore on all the Gods that Syrena was a gift from the heavens. Hestia made sure to visit him in his dreams, letting him know that she was a part of Hestia and a part of Olympus and that it was his duty to protect her until it was time for her to leave. From a very young age, Syrena could tell Damien was lying whenever she asked about her mother, yet she never understood why. Her first power, the ability to control and read emotion, developed when she was just a kid. It never really struck her as an ability, she simply thought it was normal. And then, when she was around 10, her cuts and bruises would start healing on their own almost immediately.
Her father told her it was simply good genetics, and little Syrena believed it. She believed everything he told her, for the most part, up until she accidentally set their house on fire after getting into an argument with her father. Hormones are a bitch, especially when you're 14 and just starting your period. And when you're able to feel every single emotion, including your own heightened ones, you're bound to explode. It did not take long for her to arrive to Camp HalfBlood. It took a few weeks, but eventually, Hestia claimed Syrena. But Syrena was angry.
She was furious. She hated the camp, she hated the gods, she hated Hestia. She didn't understand why Hestia, the first born daughter of Kronos and the Goddess of Hearth and Home would have given up her throne. She hated staying in the cabin with the sons and daughter of Hermes, she hated being the only one who didn't belong. She hated when the others, the people who were supposed to be her family, called her mother a "fake" or teased her about her ability to heal, which often seemed like an unfair advantage to the other demigods. She hated the kids that looked down upon her, as if she were less than them. She knew she wasn't, and even after getting into, and winning, a brawl with two of the older kids when she was 14, people still wanted to believe she was weak. But just like the true daughter of Hestia, Syrena's hate turned to appreciation. She found peace and a home on camp half-blood. And slowly, love and respect for Hestia.
maybe it was her boredom, or maybe it was simply because there needed to be a change, but the night of Syrena's conception was hardly a conception at all. Despite her trauma from being swallowed whole and her dislike of motherhood, Hestia decided she wanted an offspring. Not to love, but to help keep balance on Earth. As long as there was peace, there was trouble brewing. Without consulting the other Olympians except Apollo and Poseidon, the two people who she knew would support her, Hestia took a piece of the sacred flame and sent it down to Earth, sending with it the love and hope she carried for Olympus and Earth. From that flame, Syrena was born. She was taken in by Damien Drakos, a vineyard farmer who swore on all the Gods that Syrena was a gift from the heavens. Hestia made sure to visit him in his dreams, letting him know that she was a part of Hestia and a part of Olympus and that it was his duty to protect her until it was time for her to leave. From a very young age, Syrena could tell Damien was lying whenever she asked about her mother, yet she never understood why. Her first power, the ability to control and read emotion, developed when she was just a kid. It never really struck her as an ability, she simply thought it was normal. And then, when she was around 10, her cuts and bruises would start healing on their own almost immediately.
Her father told her it was simply good genetics, and little Syrena believed it. She believed everything he told her, for the most part, up until she accidentally set their house on fire after getting into an argument with her father. Hormones are a bitch, especially when you're 14 and just starting your period. And when you're able to feel every single emotion, including your own heightened ones, you're bound to explode. It did not take long for her to arrive to Camp HalfBlood. It took a few weeks, but eventually, Hestia claimed Syrena. But Syrena was angry.
She was furious. She hated the camp, she hated the gods, she hated Hestia. She didn't understand why Hestia, the first born daughter of Kronos and the Goddess of Hearth and Home would have given up her throne. She hated staying in the cabin with the sons and daughter of Hermes, she hated being the only one who didn't belong. She hated when the others, the people who were supposed to be her family, called her mother a "fake" or teased her about her ability to heal, which often seemed like an unfair advantage to the other demigods. She hated the kids that looked down upon her, as if she were less than them. She knew she wasn't, and even after getting into, and winning, a brawl with two of the older kids when she was 14, people still wanted to believe she was weak. But just like the true daughter of Hestia, Syrena's hate turned to appreciation. She found peace and a home on camp half-blood. And slowly, love and respect for Hestia.
&&— ❝True strength is remaining strong when others cannot.❞
Sadistic Sweetheart
Senior Member
- ANDREJA LAVOV
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- the long and important stuff -
backstory:
- the short story -
Andreja's mother met Dionysus in the Eastern European town she grew up in. She was the heir to a vineyard and the sweetheart of the town who became the life of the party every time they celebrated something. When Dionysus left, her town suffered an earthquake and a monster attack, ruining everything they'd built. She immigrated to the U.S. to work and send money home and gave birth to Andreja there. They were never very well off, but they were happy. Andreja was a happy child who made friends quickly, but as she grew up she started causing trouble at her schools. When she was 13, her volleyball coach, who was actually a monster in disguise, attacked her. She escaped and ran home and told her mother. Her mother tried to get her out of there, but they were attacked on the way to the car. The monster was defeated, but it scratched her mother's face terribly, leading Andreja to drive them to the hospital. Her mother is now blind in one eye, but otherwise fine. After she was released from the hospital, her mother told her the truth and sent her to camp. Initially, she hated her father, but loved camp. At the end of her first year, they had a talk and he gave her a gift. They're on better terms nowadays. Andreja is a sociable girl on camp who loves the lifestyle and making friends. She throws occasional parties and secretly brews home-made wine in her room. She goes home every school year to spend time with her mom.
- the long story -
Before Andreja had been born, her mother, a woman named Ivana, lived in Eastern Europe on an old vineyard that was passed down through her family for generations. The area that they lived in wasn't particularly rich, but the people were rich in happiness and a love for life itself. The vineyard employed a lot of people in the town and was a great tourist attraction to fancy, rich wine connoisseurs. It was the lifeblood of the town. The wine was even exported for expensive specialty shops. When it was time for celebrating, no one knew how to throw a better party than they did. They weren't the type to waste money on fancy things, their parties were characterized by more simple things: love of their neighbors, interesting conversation, local music, and good wine. In this scene, Ivana flourished. She knew everyone in the town, was an excellent storyteller, and one of the best drinkers around. She was the heart of the parties, the one that made everyone feel comfortable and included. This is where Dionysus met her on a short break from Camp Half-Blood. Enchanted by her in the same way all the villagers were, he called himself a traveler and stayed in the town, spending every day finding ways to casually run into her. Ivana had a knack for seeing through the mist and she wasn't incredibly surprised when she learned of the Gods. They were quick to fall in love and, by the time he was supposed to return, her mother was pregnant.
Between Dionysus' departure and Andreja's birth, a series of unfortunate events took place. The town was hit by a devastating flood, ruining most homes as well as the vineyard. Most people didn't have nearly enough money to rebuild. Then, the town was attacked by monsters, which ruined anything that could have possibly been salvaged. The people were devastated and lost their love. Neighbors stole from neighbors. Distrust became the norm. The life they had once known was gone. In an effort to help her family in rebuilding, Ivana decided to go to the United States for work. So, after a long and convoluted process, Ivana managed to immigrate and began work in the cafeteria of a home for people who were mentally unwell. After covering her most necessary living expenses, she sent all the rest of her money back home. She still does it to this day.
Born in a not-so-great neighborhood in an urban city to her Eastern European immigrant mother, Andreja didn't have much growing up, but she was always safe and happy. Her mother found a way to make things fun for her, even when she couldn't afford so many toys or the latest technology. As a child, Andreja made friends wherever she went. As she grew a older, she began taking on the traits of a trouble maker. Her mom started getting calls home because Andreja had gotten in a fight with a kid who'd made fun of her, or her test scores weren't up to par, or she was skipping class. She always felt bad that her mother had to deal with these problems and bounce her around from school to school, but the girl couldn't help it.
When she was thirteen, she had her first monster attack. She was at volleyball practice - she'd only joined because her mother had asked her to, hoping it would help set her on a good path - and, at the end of it, her coach asked her to stay. Her coach was a mean, middle aged woman who probably peaked in high school and was taking out her bitterness on some kids. She figured she'd be getting yelled at, but instead, she got to watch as her coach transformed into a hideous beast and lunged at her. Andreja barely dodged. She threw a volleyball at hard as she could at the woman's head and sprinted out of there. She zigzagged and took the most complicated, turn-filled route to her apartment. Slamming the door behind her, she told her mother what she'd witnessed. Instead of calling her crazy or being surprised, her mother's face darkened and she told her to get in the car. They had almost reached their vehicle when the monster cut them off. It jumped at Andreja, but her mother threw herself against it's side, sending it in the other direction. Andreja picked up a cinderblock in the parking lot and smashed it at the monster's head. The monster turned to dust, but not before it swung out and arm and it's talon caught her mother's face. Ivana screamed and covered her face with her hands. Not knowing what else to do, thirteen year old Andreja got her mother into the passenger's seat and got in the driver's seat, listening as her mother tried to guide her through her first ever drive. She got her mother to the emergency room. When asked what had happened, Andreja told them that a man with a knife had tried to mug them and they believed her - something people often tended to do, though she'd only later find out why. Unfortunately, her mother lost sight in her left eye and, since her recovery, has a white scar going straight down from right above her eyebrow to a little under her eye. Fortunately, she was quickly released from the hospital. Shaken up and terrified, Andreja listened as her mother told her the truth about the world and that she'd be taking her to... see her father, in a sense.
So, after packing up some things and taking two buses and a cab, Andreja ended up at Camp Half-Blood. At first, it was awkward to say the least. Unlike most campers, Andreja actually got to see her father often. Like most campers, she initially resented him. She refused to speak to him after the first day, angry that he'd never made any effort to be in her life and that no one had told her about any of this. She did, however, immediately start making herself feel at home in the camp. She started making friends, learning about her new reality. Things started making more sense. She started discovering her own powers. She listened to stories about past demigods and started to have a better understanding of the whole family situation in regards to the Gods. Towards the end of her first summer, she was sitting at the strawberry fields, working on her vine manipulation because she couldn't sleep. Dionysus walked up to her and sat down next to her, a cup in his hands. He told her the story of how he'd met her mother, how he sent satyrs to keep an eye on Andreja - which she now realized were some of the nice kids she'd hung out with on occasion - and how he wasn't allowed to interfere, but always knew she'd find her way to camp. Andreja softened, realizing that he really had cared about her. They spoke and spoke, and at the end of their conversation he gave her a cup, saying that, for her, it would never be half-full or half-empty, it'd always be full.
Over the next few years, Andreja's relationship with her father improved. He always had to look like he wasn't playing favorites and didn't care much for any of the campers, including her, but she knew he cared because of the little things. He'd look the other way when she caused a little mischief, he'd pretend he didn't hear the loud music from her parties now and then, and on a rare occasion he would exchange a knowing smile with her when the other campers weren't looking. She matured at camp and established herself. She became known as someone who caused a bit of trouble, but liked to have fun. She wasn't the toughest or the strongest, but she wasn't the type to be messed with either. She throws occasional parties at camp and they're always successful - it'd be embarrassing if they weren't. She really only has one or two other half-siblings, so she's usually alone at the cabin. Andreja goes home every school year to see her mother. Despite being blind in one eye, her mother is as lively as ever and still working and acting as if nothing had ever happened. She got her driver's license last summer, but she and her mother like to joke that she's been a pro since she was 13. She's much better at using her powers, but she'd never gone on a quest or anything like that. The monster attacks she's seen have been random ones while she's been at school, not quest-oriented ones.
demigod abilities:
- inducing madness : she can induce madness in conscious beings, whether they're human or monster. the way she thinks about it, the mind is a lot like a bunch of electrical cords that deliver messages. to induce madness, she tangles them up so that messages can't pass through easily, or in some cases, at all. the strength of it depends on how much time, energy, and concentration she puts into it. it can range from something small, like giving someone the feeling that they're forgetting something (drives you crazy, doesn't it?), to something stronger, like confusing someone on the battlefield about what they're doing and how they got there, to something as strong as mixing up someone's thoughts to badly that they're reduced to a babbling mess, though this takes a lot out of her.
- curing madness : following the same electrical cord analogy, curing madness is a lot like untangling a bunch of cords. if she's the one who has caused it, this is a very simple task because she's just cleaning up her own mess. if caused by something else, it can be a lot more difficult and, in some cases, impossible.
- chlorokinesis : she can control and manipulate grape and strawberry vines. it makes her feel like a knock-off version of a demeter kid. she can also manipulate other plants that can be used to make wine, such as cherries, berries, and plums, but she has a lot less control over them, so she tends to stick to what she knows.
- maenad compulsion : she would love be able to summon maenads, but she can't, at least not yet. but if she runs into maenads, she can order them around because they are so devoted to her father.
- believability : as the daughter of the god of theatre, she has a knack for getting people to believe what she says. it's like a diluted form of charmspeak. she can't make people do anything, but she can get them to believe her. it works very well on mortals, but only moderately well on magical beings.
strengths:
+ teamwork : reja understands when to yield with others and how to cooperate with different abilities.
+ communication : whether it's the battlefield or a party, she's quick to understand both verbal an nonverbal clues and relay her own messages back.
+ creativity : not in the arts, or anything, but in order to compensate for her very average fighting skills, she likes to fight in more unconventional ways. or, if she's in a sticky situation, she tries to creatively talk her way out of it.
weaknesses :
- swimming : she's an absolutely garbage swimmer. she can keep herself afloat and considers it a huge accomplishment. she's very slow and gets tired out easily in the water.
- observation : while others might notice tiny changes to the surroundings, reja doesn't pay nearly as much attention. she's not detail oriented. she's walked through the forest only to get poison ivy because she wasnt' looking closely enough. in battle, she can get caught by surprise because she doesn't notice something subtle.
- indecision : if it comes to a situation of saving herself vs saving others, reja gets hit with indecision. though she loves her friends and all, she's not the one who's going to sacrifice her own life for other people. she won't do anything to harm them directly, but there's always hesitation in these situations. she tends to lean on the side of self-preservation.
average at:
= strategy : she's not athena kid, but she can usually figure something out to keep herself alive, though it's usually pretty short-term thinking.
= hand-to-hand : the real way andreja gets through physical combat is by playing dirty. the only reason she can get a good punch in is because she uses madness to temporarily distract her opponent, or uses a vine to trip them or get them off balance. even with this, she's not super strong by any means, so it's an inefficient fighting method.
= running : sure, she's no hermes kid, but she can run away from things like any other normal person. she's not going on 6am runs, but she's been fast enough to survive so far.
likes:
+ a good party : whether she's throwing or attending, it's an environment she feels comfortable in. leave it to her to bring the homemade wine she's been brewing in her cabin.
+ human interaction/moments : andreja lives for conversations and for experiences. she doesn't care about money or fame. she likes the little things.
+ stories : there's nothing better than listening to a good story or telling your own. books aren't nearly as good as sitting and being told about someone's experiences.
dislikes :
- snow : it's hard to drive in, it's cold, it needs to bee shoveled. there are no good aspects to snowfall. plus, she's very prone to slipping on ice.
- cooking : she can create all sorts of drinks and smoothies, but all food ends up simultaneously undercooked and burnt if she has to make it from scratch. the only exceptions are: microwaveable/premade meals and baked goods.
- academics : she's never been good at school. she avoids it as best she can. it's probably the dyslexia and all, but it's always been too much work and she's never felt good at it.
fears:
- total isolation : on occasion she'll be alone out of her own will, but she always knows there's people she can talk to if she wants. she's surrounded by people and she enjoys that. isolation is absolutely terrifying. that's probably actually drive her to madness.
ailments:
- the regular demigod affliction of dyslexia and adhd.
- she's allergic to cats. the presence of one makes her start sneezing.
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WHISPER
- basics:
name:
Andreja Lavov
nickname(s):
- Reja : she doesn't mind the shortening, a lot her friends do it
- Lavov : she's fine with her surname too
- Andi : this one is a little annoying
age:
seventeen (though she often likes to add 'and a half!')
gender:
female.
sexuality:
bisexual.
dob + zodiac:
august 11th + leo.
species:
demigod.
godly parentage (if demigod):
dionysus.
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YOUR SECRETS
- visage:
height:
five feet, nine inches. she's definitely on the taller side for girls, but she doesn't think much of it.
hair:
long, medium brown hair falls a little past her chest in noncommittal waves. maybe they'd be more pronounced if she took care of them a little better, but she doesn't want the hassle. it's usually tied up while training, but down for any other occasion.
eyes:
while many would describe their blue eyes as 'piercing,' andreja would describe hers as 'forgettable.' her eyes aren't so light that they bring attention to themselves. they're a darker blue that, in combination with her hair and skintone, don't stand out so much. most people don't even realize she's got blue eyes until they do a double take. most would assume they're green, maybe brown.
scars or birthmarks:
she's got a pretty nasty, jagged scar on her right thigh from an encounter with a monster that didn't go so well. the skin there is there's a scar from a claw mark on her back from another attack.
style:
on the day to day, she opts for casual camp clothing: a t-shirt or tank top, some athletic shorts, and tennis shoes or slides. she likes taking big, boxy, over-sized t-shirts and cropping them. when the weather gets colder, she opts for classic combos, like black jeans, a plain shirt, and a jean jacket. it's more of an androgynous taste. for a good party, she dresses more risque, unafraid to show some skin. it's a bit of a flip from her day to day style, but she likes to dress for attention in the right setting.
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faceclaim (realistic only):
Isabell Andreeva
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INTO
- psyche:
vices:
- button pusher : now, andreja would never consider herself mean, but she will admit to being a tad manipulative now and again. she's always had an interest in what makes a person tick and what it would take to set them off or make them act one way or another. and once she figures it out, she likes to use it, though she pretends not to realize she's doing it. this can be relatively innocent. for example, she's picked up her father's habit of calling people the wrong names - for people who think they're important, this gets under their skin. to get away with it, she just apologizes and says she's bad with names or, upon getting corrected, says 'that's what i said, isn't it?'
- transactional : unless you're a incredibly close friend, asking for a favor is a tricky thing when it comes to andreja. she has a great memory for people who owe her and she always collects. it may not be now, but the time will come. she's very particular about who she asks for favors and is very quick to repay them so that she never "owes" anyone. it's well known around camp that asking her for something always comes with a price - she's not selfless in any sense.
- gossipy : okay, andreja just really likes to know everyone's secrets. and she's willing to trade around information to get what she wants. she likes hearing the latest rumors and getting an idea of what people are like. a bit of drama makes life more interesting. she knows the power of the rumor mill and how easily it can work for and against someone. she tries to keep herself in the know as much as possible. plus, parties are the best way to hear new information from people with loose lips.
virtues:
+ easy-going : andreja is someone that most people can feel comfortable being around. she doesn't get riled up easily, enjoys joking around, and tries to include everyone. if she's hosting a party, of course you're invited - everyone is! she likes having a lot of friends, even if they're not particularly close friends. it allows her to avoid being alone when she doesn't want to be. she'll strike up conversation with just about anyone; she's not picky. and gods, does she love to talk.
+ spontaneous : you want to go to the beach last minute? she'll drive. you forgot it was your friend's birthday and need to organize something really quickly? she's already texting invites to the party. it's three in the morning and you need chocolate chip cookies? she'll start searching for the flour. andreja isn't someone who needs a lot of heads up or planning when it comes to spending time with people. she'll be ready to go in a heartbeat and down for anything. she loves trying new things or things that sound like they totally won't work because, on the off chance they do, it'll make a great story.
+ musing : if she were born a couple centuries ago, maybe she'd be a philosopher. well, if she were a man. she has an interest in why we behave the way we do and the assumptions and ideas we have. she likes to sit and muse about these things. she talks to herself when she's alone, and sometimes even when she's not. being the daughter of the god of madness, it does make her look a little off. but what does it really mean to be insane when reality is such an abstract concept anyway? now, don't get the idea that she's a genius or anything - she would never consider herself anything but average in smarts. leave the big academics to the athena kids. she just likes to have her little thoughts and conversations about the world.
neutral:
= actress : her father is the god of theatre, so she's just got a knack for acting. if she needs to lie, she's an incredible liar. she'd often come to the rescue of her friends in school when they got into trouble. if they were caught skipping class, she'd come up with a very believable story about how they had finished their work early, so the teacher had asked them to go retrieve textbooks or supplies from storage. if she was a fancy event, she knew how to pretend she was interested in the topics and act properly, giving the impression that she was one of them.
= flirt : being a young girl with a penchant for partying and getting to know people, it almost feels inevitable that she would end up as a bit of a known flirt. she likes to play with the ideas of romances. she likes flattering other people, joking around, and getting them to like her. however, the downside is that she ends up leading people on while having no serious intentions, which never goes well.
= follower : in the case of camp half blood, there are too many cooks in the kitchen. everyone wants to shout orders, everyone wants things done their way, and everyone wants the credit for it. obviously, this causes incredible inefficiencies, especially when the orders being given conflict. the ares campers think they should be in charge because they're good fighters, the athena campers because they're strategists, the big three kids because they're more powerful than average. this dionysus camper wants no such role. she doesn't like the one being blamed and she doesn't feel a great need to be celebrated. she takes orders from whoever she thinks is the best fit and does her part as best she can.
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MY EAR.
- other:
# of years at chb:
three, going on four.
weapon of choice:
- most things at camp haven't really sat right in her hand yet. arrows are a bust, daggers involve getting way too close for comfort. she picks swords as her weapon of choice like most demigods, but she wouldn't consider herself the #1 swordsman in camp. she holds her own and does well, but always feels like there's something missing.
- she has a gift from her father: an enchanted cup. it can take the form of any cup she pleases (a goblet, a glass, a waterbottle, a solo cup, etc) and it can fill with any beverage she wants, except for alcohol until she turns 21 - thanks dad. it doesn't really help in fights unless she gets pretty creative with it.
relationships :
excited to possibly talk about it when everything gets settled after the 17th!
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?:
"don't tell the other campers, but... i'd have to say camp jupiter. we have too many leaders and not enough followers. we'd be too busy arguing about what we should do while they've already got a whole unified front ready to work together."
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?:
"humph... well... it's been happening in our dreams, right? so that got me thinking that maybe it had something to do with hypnos, but then stuff got weirder... hecate controls the mist, doesn't she? maybe it's got something to do with her. or something even older than her."
how do you want to be remembered after you die?:
"why do you think people are obsessed with being remembered? the gods need to be remembered to exist but we... don't, y'know? and there's so many people to remember already and adding more people means others get forgotten. eventually, you still end up forgotten. it's an exercise in futility, if you ask me."
what was the happiest moment of your life?:
"that's a hard one. i think having a happiest moment is such a drag. if you have a happiest moment, then you spend the rest of your time trying to recreate it or top it. and it implies that the rest of your life is not as happy as that moment. i think you should live life finding happiness in things that are common and simple. my happiest moments are peacefully sitting around the campfire, days that are sunny, but not hot, that feeling when you’re trying to tell a funny story, but you’re laughing too hard to get the words out. i don't need one big happy moment in my life."
- in true andreja fashion, she answers personal or uncomfortable questions by going off on a tangent that's related to the topic, but doesn't exactly answer it. it makes you feel like you can't ask it again because she sort of answered... maybe you just didn't understand? it's a strange feeling.
there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!:
"haha, i'm on it. there's no harm in trying, right?"
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these violent delights have violent ends.
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Cenedril
Junior Member
- basics:
name: Cassius Vorenus
age: 21
gender: Male
sexuality: Hetero
dob: December 1st
species: Demi-god
godly parentage: Mars
rank: Centurion, 1st cohort.
- visage:
height: 6ft 4in
hair: Brown
eyes: Brown
physical description (optional): Outside of armor, Cassius wears simple clothing. Usually a standard purple & gold Camp Jupiter t-shirt with some jeans and comfortable shoes. He is tall and muscular and somewhat imposing.
scars or birthmarks: many battle-scars, but none that are particularly impressive.
- psyche:
personality: Cassius has desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what he wants. He's clever and disciplined, yet sometimes hot-headed, occasionally letting his temper or impatience get the best of him. When faced with adversity, he displays iron-willed defiance and inflexible determination. He is an honorable warrior like the romanticized legionaries of the Rome of yore, and proud of it, with a strong sense of morality and justice. He is heroic and daring, willing to self-sacrifice for the greater good, and for his friends, who he cares for deeply and is very protective of, even if he is bad at showing it due to his a bit broody and sometimes snarky demeanor. But he's not all serious all the time - he's still just a young adult and he cracks jokes and has fun, but he has had to grow up quickly, and the militarized format of Camp Jupiter and his leadership position within it has matured him.
- vices: impatient, hot-headed, sometimes stubborn, sort of danger-seeking, his desire to be in-charge.
- virtues: bravery, drive, honor, leadership, maturity, determination.
demigod abilities:
Blessing of the Warrior
Being a son of Mars, Cassius is a naturally skilled fighter even for a demigod. He has shown that he is a very skilled swordsman, spearman, archer, and hand-to-hand combatant, and is able to master almost any weapon rather quickly. Vorenus is much stronger than an average mortal and even an average demigod, and more resilient.
strengths: martial combat, resilience, tactical thinking, horseback riding, giving advice, reliability, self-sufficiency, experience.
weaknesses: desire for control, social situations with equals, patience, his temper, sometimes too blunt or oblivious which can result in him seeming rude.
likes: being in control, people listening to him, discipline, being a warrior, protecting the weak, the thrill of battle (though he recognizes its horrors also), standing up for what's right, justice, a warm summer's day, a cold shower after training, a quiet moment with friends, a hearty meal around a campfire.
dislikes: being talked down to, not being respected, having to wait, inaction, people who abuse their power, people who avoid justice, cowardice, dishonorable behavior, itchy clothing, loud noises, overly energetic/talkative people, most children of Ares.
fears: not being good enough, not being able to help his friends, dying in a dishonorable way, facing a severe problem he can't fight his way out of
ailments: ADHD and dyslexia, like almost all demi-gods.
- other:
# of years at Camp Jupiter: 10.
weapon of choice: Either the gladius, or a spear & shield, although as a child of Mars and a legionary of Camp Jupiter, he has proficiency in most weaponry.
background (backstory and how they got to camp + their life at camp leading up to the rift): Roman demigods start their lives at the Wolf House. It was there that Lupa trained Cassius in the demigod skills that he would need to survive. And eventually, where she decides if the child is strong enough to be worth her time. Some say she devours the unworthy whole. But Cassius made it through the training alive - he grew up quickly, shed his fear, his doubt, learned how to live with pain. Learned how to be strong. Eventually, when the great she-wolf decided he was ready, she instructed him to follow his instincts to Camp Jupiter, home of the Roman Legion It was a dangerous journey, and one he had to make all on his own. But he survived the trip. Once a Roman demigod reaches Camp Jupter, a praetor will decide if they can join the Legion before sending them to have their augury read. If it is favorable, the demigod can then officially join the Legion. It was the same with Cassius, and he earned his place in the First Cohort, the grandest cohort.
He took to Roman life and its discipline well, and enjoyed the privilege offered to him as a son of Mars, the second most revered of the Gods in Camp Jupiter, behind only the great lord of thunder to whom the Camp owes its name. Eventually he was promoted to the rank of Centurion and took command of the First Cohort.
relationships:
Callus: Good friend and fellow Roman. They've trained together, fought together, and they traveled to Camp Half-Blood together. Cassius respects Callus's skills as a fighter, and appreciates his counsel.
theme song: I might put one of these in later.
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?: Camp Jupiter. Camp Half-Blood may have many great heroes and daring individuals, but there are a lot of maverick, lone-wolf types. The demigods of Camp Jupiter are disciplined warriors, great at working together.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?: He has no idea. He's a warrior, he doesn't like all this magic stuff. That's why he's been sent to CHB, to see if they have a better idea of what is going on.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?: He wants to be remembered as a great warrior who died protecting something worth fighting for.
what was the happiest moment of your life?: When he was promoted to Centurion of the 1st Cohort of Camp Jupiter. It is always nice to have your effort and skill recognized.
age: 21
gender: Male
sexuality: Hetero
dob: December 1st
species: Demi-god
godly parentage: Mars
rank: Centurion, 1st cohort.
- visage:
height: 6ft 4in
hair: Brown
eyes: Brown
physical description (optional): Outside of armor, Cassius wears simple clothing. Usually a standard purple & gold Camp Jupiter t-shirt with some jeans and comfortable shoes. He is tall and muscular and somewhat imposing.
scars or birthmarks: many battle-scars, but none that are particularly impressive.
- psyche:
personality: Cassius has desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what he wants. He's clever and disciplined, yet sometimes hot-headed, occasionally letting his temper or impatience get the best of him. When faced with adversity, he displays iron-willed defiance and inflexible determination. He is an honorable warrior like the romanticized legionaries of the Rome of yore, and proud of it, with a strong sense of morality and justice. He is heroic and daring, willing to self-sacrifice for the greater good, and for his friends, who he cares for deeply and is very protective of, even if he is bad at showing it due to his a bit broody and sometimes snarky demeanor. But he's not all serious all the time - he's still just a young adult and he cracks jokes and has fun, but he has had to grow up quickly, and the militarized format of Camp Jupiter and his leadership position within it has matured him.
- vices: impatient, hot-headed, sometimes stubborn, sort of danger-seeking, his desire to be in-charge.
- virtues: bravery, drive, honor, leadership, maturity, determination.
demigod abilities:
Blessing of the Warrior
Being a son of Mars, Cassius is a naturally skilled fighter even for a demigod. He has shown that he is a very skilled swordsman, spearman, archer, and hand-to-hand combatant, and is able to master almost any weapon rather quickly. Vorenus is much stronger than an average mortal and even an average demigod, and more resilient.
strengths: martial combat, resilience, tactical thinking, horseback riding, giving advice, reliability, self-sufficiency, experience.
weaknesses: desire for control, social situations with equals, patience, his temper, sometimes too blunt or oblivious which can result in him seeming rude.
likes: being in control, people listening to him, discipline, being a warrior, protecting the weak, the thrill of battle (though he recognizes its horrors also), standing up for what's right, justice, a warm summer's day, a cold shower after training, a quiet moment with friends, a hearty meal around a campfire.
dislikes: being talked down to, not being respected, having to wait, inaction, people who abuse their power, people who avoid justice, cowardice, dishonorable behavior, itchy clothing, loud noises, overly energetic/talkative people, most children of Ares.
fears: not being good enough, not being able to help his friends, dying in a dishonorable way, facing a severe problem he can't fight his way out of
ailments: ADHD and dyslexia, like almost all demi-gods.
- other:
# of years at Camp Jupiter: 10.
weapon of choice: Either the gladius, or a spear & shield, although as a child of Mars and a legionary of Camp Jupiter, he has proficiency in most weaponry.
background (backstory and how they got to camp + their life at camp leading up to the rift): Roman demigods start their lives at the Wolf House. It was there that Lupa trained Cassius in the demigod skills that he would need to survive. And eventually, where she decides if the child is strong enough to be worth her time. Some say she devours the unworthy whole. But Cassius made it through the training alive - he grew up quickly, shed his fear, his doubt, learned how to live with pain. Learned how to be strong. Eventually, when the great she-wolf decided he was ready, she instructed him to follow his instincts to Camp Jupiter, home of the Roman Legion It was a dangerous journey, and one he had to make all on his own. But he survived the trip. Once a Roman demigod reaches Camp Jupter, a praetor will decide if they can join the Legion before sending them to have their augury read. If it is favorable, the demigod can then officially join the Legion. It was the same with Cassius, and he earned his place in the First Cohort, the grandest cohort.
He took to Roman life and its discipline well, and enjoyed the privilege offered to him as a son of Mars, the second most revered of the Gods in Camp Jupiter, behind only the great lord of thunder to whom the Camp owes its name. Eventually he was promoted to the rank of Centurion and took command of the First Cohort.
relationships:
Callus: Good friend and fellow Roman. They've trained together, fought together, and they traveled to Camp Half-Blood together. Cassius respects Callus's skills as a fighter, and appreciates his counsel.
theme song: I might put one of these in later.
- faq (all purely optional, just for fun):
between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?: Camp Jupiter. Camp Half-Blood may have many great heroes and daring individuals, but there are a lot of maverick, lone-wolf types. The demigods of Camp Jupiter are disciplined warriors, great at working together.
what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?: He has no idea. He's a warrior, he doesn't like all this magic stuff. That's why he's been sent to CHB, to see if they have a better idea of what is going on.
how do you want to be remembered after you die?: He wants to be remembered as a great warrior who died protecting something worth fighting for.
what was the happiest moment of your life?: When he was promoted to Centurion of the 1st Cohort of Camp Jupiter. It is always nice to have your effort and skill recognized.
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*NPC*
Trish Sachets [NPC]
MODIFIED | Base coded by @wynorx
Trish Sachets [NPC]
Godly parentage: Aphrodite
Demigod abilities: Charmspeak
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Dob + zodiac: September 19th | Virgo
Species: Homo Sapien
Vices: Vain | Vivacious | Vindictive
Virtues: Social | Sharp| Spectacular
Likes: Praises and Love XOXO
Dislikes: Elias Sachets
Fears: Bad Hair Days | Uneven Tans | Fake Leather
Relationships: Elias’ Twin Sister
Other:
Trish can normally be found hanging around the camp, doing typical teenage mean girl stuff. Feel free to interact with her
(Give me a heads up though, so I'll know)
Demigod abilities: Charmspeak
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Dob + zodiac: September 19th | Virgo
Species: Homo Sapien
Vices: Vain | Vivacious | Vindictive
Virtues: Social | Sharp| Spectacular
Likes: Praises and Love XOXO
Dislikes: Elias Sachets
Fears: Bad Hair Days | Uneven Tans | Fake Leather
Relationships: Elias’ Twin Sister
Other:
Trish can normally be found hanging around the camp, doing typical teenage mean girl stuff. Feel free to interact with her
(Give me a heads up though, so I'll know)
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