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  orin daithi gorman ━ the fool
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  OVERVIEW

  full name: orin daithi gorman
  nickname: lofty, oz
  age: eighteen
  gender: cis male
  sexual orientation: bisexual
  godly parent: zeus
  role: the fool
  
  
  
  

  PHYSICAL

  appearance: non-adherent to the typical 'child of zeus' stature, orin is not blessed with the muscular frame of his herculean brethren. instead, ivory skin with scatterings of freckles stretch across a diamond-shaped head, which sits atop a wiry and lean body. mischief seems to exude from every pore on his face, perhaps a result of the chipped-tooth grin or the near-permanently cocked brow, which is crowned with chocolate-brown curls that spring from his scalp in mostly random directions. a fault line meanders across the skin of his forehead, usually hidden under thick hair, but sometimes revealed by an unanticipated turn of the wind. it's a five-year-old affliction and when asked about its source, he is prone to telling lies, concocting wild, dramatic tales about gods and monsters, weapons and magic, rather than of doctors and stepfathers and exam rooms and cracks in his living room wall. it's easier that way. generally, he appears unassuming, wide-eyed and curious. he has a smile or a smirk on his face in most settings, but sometimes, if he's caught in a thought or has a witness he's unaware of, a glaze forms over his eyes and he appears to look years older than he truly is.
  height: six ft six
  hair color: brunette
  eye color: emerald green
  style: eccentric, streetwear
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  MENTAL

  personality:
  larger than life, extroverted and perhaps overly confident, orin can be perceived as abrasive to those who don't find themselves enchanted by his quirky, light-hearted nature. in truth, he passes himself off as the fool because he doesn't like the responsibility that being a son of zeus gives him. he doesn't want to be powerful, nor does he particularly want to be a leader, so he hinges his personality on his humanity rather than his divinity. treating life as a joke makes him indestructible; nothing can hurt him if he can turn it into a punchline. however, when stresses compound and come together, the beast is freed from its cage, and a normally kind, merciful and forgiving man proves his paternity in the form of near-uncontrollable rage.
  
  a lot of his persona is hinged on the act, the need for normality in an atypical world, but when whittled down to his bones, there is no doubt that the king of the gods has made his mark on the blood that courses through him. in an attempt to hide this side of himself, he often avoids the confrontation of true emotions. orin allows others to underestimate him happily. he's forgiving to a fault, and rarely holds a grudge. he is secretive, however, and though he speaks a lot (too much, for some people's liking), he seems to rarely give up information about himself that would make him vulnerable. in conversation, one will hear a lot of stories about orin's life, but they are always funny; they rarely reveal the truth of his life in its entirety.
  
  he's a big drinker, which makes america a bit of a bane for him. lacking a sense of taste, one of orin's favourite things to do is create concoctions that would otherwise disgust a person with working tastebuds. he can be found eating nutella and beans on toast; cereal with pepsi max rather than milk; churros dipped in guacamole, and a whole host of other culinary travesties.
  
  orin is slow to anger and hard to upset. on the outside, it seems that everything slides off of him like water off a duck's back. this is a facade. when issues compound themselves and become impossible to ignore, his true nature as the son of olympus' king comes out. he becomes powerful, impulsive, and sometimes cruel. he doesn't like this side of himself, and would rather take a beating than give one.
  
  powers:
  
  

  • electrokinesis: for orin, the manipulation of electricity comes as easy as breathing. he has good control over this power, but when he's stressed, he fuses electrical objects unintentionally. at camp, he's been trying to train himself in the powers of electromagnetism.
  • aerokinesis: this is a less practiced skill, but it remains present within him. orin can create air cushions, which makes jumping from heights a hell of a lot less dangerous, and form vacuums. the latter ability has come out only a couple of times in his life, usually when his rage has exploded. though one wouldn't expect it from him, there are people out there who have stories about the little boy who stole the air from their lungs.
  • atmokinesis: the least used of his powers, orin has very little control over when his atmokinesis rears its head. he has summoned claps of thunder and bolts of lightning in the past when times were bad, but he can't manipulate this very easily.

  
  strengths:
  
  orin can diffuse a negative situation rather quickly by pulling one of his anecdotal stories from his memory vaults. he'll go on tangents to distract someone from an issue at hand, and this serves to be rather successful - especially since most of his tales involve him reaping the consequences of his own actions, which people tend to enjoy hearing about. he's quick on his feet, witty, and seems to be able to read people like a book. when prompted, his words can be scathing and brutal, and these spouts of venom can sometimes be enough to get people off of his back. he has good control over his powers, but relies more heavily on his dagger than his charged-up hands.
  
  weaknesses:
  
  orin will push himself to dangerous extents in an attempt to avoid the concern of others. he will not allow himself to be cared for, a result of his history. he can be impulsive, irresponsible, and sometimes borderline stupid when he really sets his mind to it. he trusts people rather easily, and his seemingly endless forgiveness has served him poorly in the past.
  
  weapons and notable objects:
  
  

  • ríastrad: named after the rage and battle-induced warp spasms of irish folk legend and demigod cú chulainn, orin's weapon of choice is a celestial bronze dagger with a ten-inch blade, plated with silver for conductivity. in situations of life or death, he pulses electrical energy into the blade and manipulates the winds to strike it into his enemy. when not in use as a weapon, ríastrad is a rather unassuming looking - and functional - zippo lighter.
  • eithne's ring: an opal suspended in a silver band, gifted to him (resized) by his grandmother on his right hand's ring finger. when the gem catches the light, it creates a kaleidoscopic effect, the rainbow enough to trigger iris messages.
  • the harrington: his beloved jacket. though dilapidated and well-worn, orin is never seen without it. it belonged to his late uncle in the eighties, and was gifted to him at fourteen. he has cherished it ever since. the zip has been replaced countless times, the inner lining faded greatly from its original scarlet colour. to replace it would be a preposterous idea. the collar's label has 'daithi' written on it.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
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  HISTORY

  childhood: born and raised in cork, ireland, orin was described as 'electric' even before the true nature of his existence was revealed to him. when he was two years old, his mother bore a child with a man named rick, and orin went from being an only child to being the older brother to aisling eithne gorman, a force of nature in her own right. only two years after that, he met sean 'minty' murray, a boy his age who would become his best friend over the years.
  
  to say that rick didn't like orin very much would be an understatement. there was no question to his troublesome nature as a young boy, but this didn't justify any level of the terror that rick caused him. the wounds that his stepfather inflicted on him were rarely physical — if they were, they could be explained away by childhood clumsiness — and so, when he complained, he was accused by his mother of lying. it wasn't her fault, and he understood that even from a young age. rick was very good at pretending to be the good guy.
  
  the monsters started coming when orin was eleven. his mother, aware of the godly nature of his father, chose to take the honest route. they started making trips to america in the summers so that he could go to camp for the purpose of learning and honing his skills and powers, which had caused more than a few replaced lightbulbs. rick was not informed of the true reason behind these visits.
  
  one weekend over christmas break, a thirteen-year-old orin accidentally-on-purpose threw a rock through his neighbour's window. she was a 'hag' in his words, having harassed most of the children in his neighbourhood for the dastardly crime of being young, and so the action was entirely justified in his mind.
  
  when his involvement in the incident was revealed, rick went ballistic. it was the worst that orin had ever seen him — his stepfather seemed to see red, and laid into him relentlessly. these bruises were excused as a result of a school mishap, but shortly after the beating orin started complaining of a banging headache and constant nausea.
  
  of course, he wasn't taken seriously, which was why it was a surprise to everyone when this child, a boy born of the god of the sky, suffered an epidural haemorrhage in an exam hall. after being rushed to the hospital, he died for half a minute in the surgical room. perhaps it was godly influence that led to his survival, but it changed his life rather drastically. rick's involvement in his injury was revealed and finally believed. his stepfather was arrested, and happy family life returned — though now it was impacted by orin's occasional clonic tonic seizures, residue of the brain damage he suffered.
  
  a strange byproduct of this event was the almost total loss of his sense of taste and smell, which became part of his character as a jokester who adored shocking people.
  
  
  adolesence and early adulthood:
  aware of his own mortality, orin didn't become more careful with himself. in fact, he did the opposite. his justification for his sometimes impulsive and reckless behaviours was the fact of his father. he truly didn't believe that zeus would allow him to come to any permanent harm, in spite of what had occurred in the past. he cared for himself at a baseline level: taking his medication, avoiding stress to keep his seizures as few and as far between as possible, but refused to give up on the things he designated 'too fun to quit'. he did not inform anyone at camp about these fits, and has not yet had one within the borders of camp half-blood.
  
  orin became the zeus cabin counsellor at the age of sixteen. it wasn't particularly difficult. he had two siblings within the cabin, so staged a mock election within the campgrounds that involved a public, light-hearted smear campaign, posters, and passionate speeches spoken through a megaphone from the roof of his cabin. after winning by a landslide, he made the frankly huge cabin an open 'chill-out' space for everyone during the day.
  
  adulthood: when he turned eighteen, he passed his leaving certification with flying colours and began studying classics, art history and archaeology at the university college of dublin. meanwhile, he took up the pseudonym of 'oz' and began painting the streets with peculiar pieces of artwork sprawled across the walls of otherwise dull-looking homes. proud to have been deemed 'ireland's answer to banksy', he continued his anonymous work not for money, but for the love of the little moments of chaos a new reveal would cause.
  
  he decided to continue attending camp in the summers as he deemed it a second home.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  PROFILE

  NAME...

  TEILO GRIFFITHS

  NICKNAME...

  TAFFY

  GENDER...

  CIS MALE

  AGE...

  NINETEEN

  DATE OF BIRTH...

  FEBRUARY 18

  SEXUALITY...

  HOMOSEXUAL

  GODLY PARENT...

  ARAWN

  ROLE...

  THE SUN

  GROUP...

  RENEGADE

  Appearance

  The wild regrets and the bloody sweats, none knew so well as I; for he who lives more lives than one, more deaths than one must die.
  

  height:

  five ft eleven
  

  hair color:

  black
  

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  light blue
  
  Teilo doesn't stand out from the crowd so much as he sinks into its shadows. Those lucky enough to witness him and remember the event would report a mop of dark hair, crystal-blue eyes, and a stature of five foot eleven. Graced with high cheekbones and a square jaw, he has a seemingly permanent poker-face, eyes not so much windows to his soul as they are shut doors. Normally, he's seen in dark and notably average-looking clothing - hoodies, jeans, the like - he doesn't wish to draw any unnecessary eyes to himself. His posture is impeccable, gait and stride long and domineering. Despite a the notably average height he boasts, Teilo seems to loom over people even if they are inches taller than him; an energy of power that exalts his body beyond its physical limits.
  
  Underneath a heap of fabric is the body of a rugby player. He is lean but strong, runs like a dog and lift like a fireman when needs must. Across his left cheek is a thick, jagged scar from an incident in his youth with a Stymphalian bird.

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  Personality

  There are no eyes here in this valley of dying stars, in this hollow valley, this broken jaw of our lost kingdoms.
  

  It is difficult to know a man who hardly knows himself, but those in close proximity to him would first come to describe him as emotionally distant. A quiet, dutiful and reserved man, this son of Arawn seems the perfect soldier. Expressing feelings has never come naturally to him, and though relatively personable, he keeps his true self under lock and key.
  
  Frankly, Teilo finds it difficult to share his emotions with even himself. Plagued by a history of emotional neglect, he has found that the best way to get through a hard time is to pretend he does not feel it. A kind therapist would call him depressed. A realistic one would deem him sociopathic. Both may be true, but not in the ways they would expect. Teilo is not bogged down by a feeling of emptiness so much as he is revitalised by it, and though emotions don't come to him the same way they do other people, it by no means insinuates that he doesn't feel them. Those who look close enough, who spend enough time with him, who really dig, find that he is riddled with a great fear of being truly known.
  
  He is polite and level-headed, but has a streak of cruelty about him. With great knowledge and vast amounts of power under his fingertips comes a sense of superiority when he comes to encounter other people. In spite of this, he does not feel himself worthy of appreciation, love, or reverance, and finds it mind-boggling and stressful when people wish to grow closer to him.
• Backstory

  I was neither living nor dead, and I knew nothing, looking into the heart of light, the silence. Desolate and empty is the sea.
  

  
  

  FAMILY HISTORY.​

  
  Owain Glyndŵr, a descendant of the first prince of Wales Llywelyn 'the Great' ap Gruffudd, was born in 1354. Throughout his life, he would go on to attempt to liberate the Welsh people from their English rulers. He failed and disappeared. Twenty-six generations later, a baby boy named Dafydd 'Dai' Griffiths was born, boasting the blood of the once-great leader.
  
  In 1973, activists, pagans, and partners in life Dai and Dwyn Griffiths visited Stonehenge for the event of the winter solstice. Dwyn, six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, stumbled upon a pocket watch in amidst the writhing mass of people, and kept it to herself. Their daughter was born in the early months of 1974, and grew up to rebel against her parents by joining a baptist church.
  
  In 1992, Dwyn passed away peacefully in her sleep. Her ashes were scattered at Yr Wyddfa. Soon after, Ruth met a man named Geraint Penny at a church event and shortly after their marriage they brought Tanwen Penny into the world in 1993.
  
  Ruth announced a second pregnancy in the new millennium. Scans revealed that they would be having another baby girl, who they planned to name after her late mother in spite of their differences. Tragedy struck, however, when Geraint's car wrapped around a lamppost after losing control on an icy lane on his way home from work. Eight months pregnant and struck with grief, Ruth went into premature labour and welcomed a baby boy into the world.
  
  Struggling with post-partum depression bolstered by her grief, Ruth became convinced that the son she birthed was not her own, but instead a child of the devil. On the advice of a priest, she named him after a saint with the hopes that a holy name would banish the influence of Hell from him. The saint she chose was Teilo, the dragon tamer.

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  TEILO'S LIFE.​

  
  Not long after his birth, Teilo's mother moved he and his elder sister to an isolated village by name of Gwernogle. Strangely, he did not cry for his entire infancy. While this would have been considered a miracle by other parents, it seemed to confirm to Ruth that he was indeed possessed by a creature of ill intent, and this became the basis of their rocky bond with one another.
  
  Teilo began schooling at four years old despite struggling with his words. It wasn't that he didn't know them, it was that he seemed never to have anything to say. Untouched by the typical opinions, desires and shouts of a young child, Teilo's speech was matter-of-fact and blunt whenever it reared his head. Aside from this, he was considered a gifted child from a young age, picking up rugby and becoming the star player in his youth team. At six years old his peculiarity was highlighted once more when his grandfather's dog died. His mother informed him that the border collie had "gone to God", to which he replied, "what does God want with a dead dog?"
  
  Though not granted the imagination most children used to form creative thought, Teilo had 'imaginary friends' from a very young age. This is common in children, but his seemed a touch too realistic, and his comments on their appearances, lives and interactions with him scared his mother further. She had him exorcised when he was eight years old. It was no use. The friends stayed. Alongside this, he would drop revelations into conversations with family members about their mortality: When a distant cousin came to visit their family, he asked her if she was ready to die. This was brushed aside as him being 'weird', but she later learned that she had end-stage pancreatic cancer, and lost her battle with it four months following Teilo's question.
  
  Teilo's grandfather was a kind and friendly man, and the only person in his family who didn't seem frightened of the little boy. When he turned ten years old, Dai gave Teilo the pocket watch he and his late wife had found at Stonehenge nearly forty years prior. It had long since lost its ability to tell the time, but it was cherished by the young boy regardless. It seemed that no matter how many times it fell out of his pocket, it always turned up again.
  
  He cried for the first time at eleven years old, at his eighteen-year-old sister's wedding at a church in London. He claimed that the grounds were filled with people with rotten faces, and they were shouting at him. It was later discovered that this church had been built on a plague pit. Growing tired of his imaginary people, Ruth took him to a doctor that prescribed antipsychotics. He became more and more inward.
  
  Teilo met a boy named Liam Wilder while playing rugby a couple of years later. Wilder became his first true friend, his confidante, to who he confided in about his struggles with the ghosts, his mother, and his feelings of utter inadequacy. Fitting to his name, Liam was a wild child, and brought Teilo on adventures that he had never been on before. Together, they stole cars, thieved from local shops, and became local terrors in the community. For the first time, Teilo was having fun.
  
  Spurred by this newfound sense of rebellion, Teilo stopped attending church with his mother. One evening, she had had enough of his behaviour and backchatting, and slapped him in the midst of a heated argument. This triggered something strange, a horrific sight that she would never forget: His skin seemed to become translucent, his skeleton visible over a sheet of luminescent grey, and surrounding his body were others; men dressed in medieval garb, clutching weapons and glowering at her. She was horrified. He ran away for two weeks, and upon his return found that his mother would not even look at him, let alone speak to him.
  
  Wilder was found dead in the forest glen when Teilo was fifteen years old. It appeared to have been some kind of animal attack. His ghost did not appear to Teilo, and without his friend, he saw no reason to remain in Gwernogle. He abandoned his village, his family, and his school. His mother did not report him as missing.
  
  Bereft one night, he found himself on a roof, contemplating his life and his death. There was no future to be had in this world for him; he was simply made wrong, a product of the devil. It was then that Teilo was attacked by a malevolent creature, a bird with wings of steel and a beak of copper. In his struggle, he procured the pocket watch, which upon the turn of its upper dial, extended to become a battle scythe. After a long fight, the bird died. Exhausted, bleeding from his face and freezing cold, Teilo was close to the end himself when his true father emerged from the dark: Arawn, the ancient Welsh god of war and death and ruler of Annwn, or 'the underworld'. Arawn claimed that Teilo was his final gift to Dai upon the death of Dwyn, who had worshipped him throughout her life.
  
  Finally aware of his heritage, Teilo was able to hone what he knew now to be god-given powers, and formed the renegade group for others like him. He had heard whispers of a place called Camp Half-Blood, but had deemed it a scourge; it had not helped him, and it had not helped the others, and for that, he festered a hatred for the place and its alumni.
• Relationships

  There will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create; And time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate.

  LIAM WILDER

  16, DECEASED

  BEST FRIEND

  NPC

  Teilo remembers Wilder as the person who showed him that the world wasn't entirely made out of the shadows. Technically, the boy was a negative influence on him, considering his penchant for getting Teilo involved in low-level criminal schemes, but when it comes down to it, Wilder remains the best man that he's ever met, and whose memory stands as proof that Teilo is capable of loving and being loved. He misses his best friend dearly.

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  RUTH GRIFFITHS

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  MOTHER

  NPC

  Teilo doesn't talk to or about his mother, and for good reason. Their history is incredibly rocky, and he finds himself blaming her often for the way that he turned out. She is a scourge on his life, a woman he deems borderline unforgivable, and he doesn't wish to reconnect with her in the slightest. He is very happy to have finally left her behind, and rarely wonders what she's up to.

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  DAFYDD 'DAI' GRIFFITHS

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  GRANDFATHER

  NPC

  The most important man in his life so far, his grandfather, or 'taid' as he calls him, is a shining example of a human being, and the only person in his bloodline that he truly considers family. Dai taught him everything: From how to ride a bike to how to work out algebra, and he appreciates this man with all that he has. He will protect him until the end of days. Though his true father is Arawn, his sole father figure is Dai.
• Combat Data

  Adar y nos, a fynno glod bid farw.
  Bird of the night, if you want recognition, die.

  Powers

  001. MEDIUMSHIP AND DEATH SENSE

  Being the son of the Welsh god of death, Teilo has a connection to the spirit world that rivals that of Hades' spawn. He is personable and friendly with the ghosts that follow him, and uses the rest of the world's inability to see them as a way to gain the upper hand through information gathering and spying. In addition to this, he can sense death on other people like perfume. He says that imminent death smells like cheese to him. (For this reason, he hates cheese). With this death sense, he can gather information about a person through an intrinsic knowledge of the deaths that they have seen, experienced, or been involved in.

  002. NECROMANCY AND DEATH EMBODIMENT

  When enraged or caught in the throes of battle, Teilo is capable of granting tangibility to the army of soldiers that follow him. This allows them to strike physical wounds upon their opponents. During these moments, he embodies death: His skin becomes translucent, making his skeleton visible; a set of light-absorbing wings extend from his back, and organisms such as plants and small animals surrounding him are sapped of their life force to grant him additional power. Using these powers exhausts him quickly.

  Weapons

  003. EMRYS

  Disguised as the pocket watch granted to him by his grandfather, Emrys extends itself upon the twisting of a dial to become a war scythe of stygian iron. When used in battle, it absorbs the life from those it kills and recycles it to fuel the army of ghosts that Teilo commands with new energy. Due to the residue of this energy, if a ghost touches the pocket watch it is granted temporary tangibility, and becomes visible to those who are otherwise unable to see creatures of the spirit world.

  004. The Hounds of Annwn

  The spectral hounds of his father's realm, the 'Cŵn Annwn' is a pack of nine white dogs which represent a form of the Wild Hunt at Teilo's occasional disposal. Their role is to hunt their prey to the ground, to chase them until their victim can run no longer. When not engaged in battle, they take the form of shadows, and are borderline invisible to the naked eye.
• Notes

  When I was a child, I heard voices; Some would sing and some would scream; You soon find you have few choices;
  I learned the voices died with me.

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Marella, child of Poseidon

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Zacharias Blake.

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  Nothing about Zac's appearance makes one immediately think 'child of Hades'- with his golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and tanned skin, he's more akin to those of the Apollo cabin than anything else. He stands at an even 6', with an athletic build gained from years spent combat training. Several small scars mark his body from questing, though most have all but fully faded, being only small reminders of his past ventures.
  
  
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  umbrakinetic form - one of zac's most potent, yet most draining abilities, allows him to tap into the pure dark energy of erebos and dissolve his physical form into shadows, making himself intangible and greatly heightening his other abilities. in this form, zack appears as a semi-opaque, completely dark figure, able to dissipate at will, with only his eyes visible, which become completely white. whilst he's in this form, zac's physical body is tethered to the underworld, and, if he stays in this form for too long, his physical body will become permanently bound to his father's domain, leaving him a shade, a spirit with no physical body.
  
  fear inducement - when in his shadow form, zac subconsciously inspires a sense of dread and impending doom in those who look at him, which greatly increases when he looks directly at them. this will often cause mortals and lesser monsters to immediately flee his immediate area, though divine beings and half-bloods of a higher will may stave off this instinct to stay engaged in combat. this ability does not discriminate against friend or foe, however, and can- and often times, will- cause a shift in perspective regarding him from his allies.
  
  death sense - whenever someone zac has interacted with recently, or is in close vicinity to, is close to death, he gets an intense metallic taste in his mouth, akin to blood. he can also get a general sense of when someone's soul is being judged in the underworld.
  
  retrocognition - whenever zac comes into contact with something that has an extremely strong connection to a soul present in the underworld- typically, something from when they passed- zac can tap into the energy left behind by these spirits, reliving a memory in real-time. much like his shadow form, tapping into this ability tethers zac directly to the underworld- and, more specifically, the spirit whose energy he's tapped- leaving his physical form vulnerable to the influences of the spirit he's 'communicating' with.
  

  
  
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  Ariane wasn’t a stranger to death.
  
  It was like a specter, following her from waking dreams to nightmares, horrible scenes that unfolded in front of her eyes, powerless to stop them. She never got used to them, but she did become desensitized- watching people die, time and time again, did strange things to the mind.
  
  That’s what Ariane had always assumed, anyways- that her mind was playing tricks on her. When she told them the dog was too big to be an actual dog, when the strange man had one eye, when the gaggle of teenagers in Central Park pulled out glowing weapons. They were fantasies, childish machinations created to cope with the grim reality of life. Ariane had taken to calling them ‘imaginaries’.
  
  Ariane often thought back to the first time she had an experience with one of these ‘imaginaries’, an experience that would turn out to be one of the most important in her life.
  
  Her mother, drawing her last breath. The shadow that settled over her still body. The glimpse of a face- curious, observant, thoughtful- that was gone in an instant. And, despite the cold feeling that had settled over her, and the fact that her mind seemed content to just write off the experience to her imagination, Ariane couldn't help but feel drawn to this presence, one that was so different to the others.
  
  Life went on after her mother's passing, but the tragedy Ariane's life was steeped in didn't end. The shadow followed her, from when her father got them into a car crash when she was ten, to when she witnessed an armed robbery gone wrong at twelve, to when her teacher had a stroke at fourteen. It was a distant presence, always at arm's length, yet comforting, in a strange way, a constant in the turmoil of her life.
  
  Ariane never actually interacted with this shadow, though- not until when, at eighteen, she'd gotten into an accident with her best friend after drunk driving home from a party. The two of them had been rushed to the emergency room, and while Ariane was miraculously unharmed without even a scratch, her friend was in much worse condition- the chances of her survival were slim. Ariane hadn’t even thought of the possibility of seeing the shadow again, only worrying over her friend’s rapidly declining state, but wasn't surprised when it materialized beside her in the waiting room.
  
  What did surprise her, though, was when the shadows condensed, taking the form of a boy no older than herself, fitted in an awkward-looking black suit, with a mean-looking pronged weapon slung casually across his back and a pure black ring that he fidgeted absently with. Ariane was confused- her imaginaries had always been obscured, uncanny, but the boy in front of her was as real as the nurses flitting around them and the sharp sting of acetone in her nostrils.
  
  She still doesn’t remember how much of the conversation was actually spoken, how many words she’d left unsaid. Trying to convince a being she was convinced was so beyond her that it was just a mistake, her friend didn’t want to go yet, that bad things always happened when she was around, and maybe she should just…
  
  His reaction was so sudden, she didn’t even know how to process it.
  
  There’s nothing you can do.
  
  It’s not your fault.
  
  Don’t blame yourself.
  
  Twelve words. A single kiss. A flatline, the smell of smoke, and the name of a boy that was never a boy at all.
  
  Ariane didn’t see Hades after that. Granted, she didn’t see very many ‘imaginaries’ after that, either- her life seemed intent on acting as normal as possible from that point forth. So, Ariane begrudgingly accepted the path put out for her- she got accepted into a ‘normal’ university far from New York, studying anthropology with a focus on mythology- particularly Greek. She’d figured it was only natural, considering her hallucinations seemed to stem from this particular pantheon. It felt strange, studying something that had felt so real to her in the past, but she was determined to just move on.
  
  But she couldn’t. She knew she’d never be able to. Every time she walked through the park on campus, she expected to see a larger-than-life hound or a snake with too many heads lurking. Every time she read aloud from her textbook, she expected the images to jump to life, dragging her back into her false reality. But most pervasive of all was that feeling each time she tried to date- what came so easily to her friends felt impossible for her. No girl or guy felt right, no matter how hard she tried to force the attraction, and she hated the reason why.
  
  How the hell did I manage to attract a God?
  
  Ariane couldn’t help but be saddled with a constant feeling of guilt- part of her needed to see the god again, if only to resolve this inner turmoil, but the other part of her knew that territory came with a heavy price, and that side of her couldn’t justify seeing him again with the toll of another life. Years passed, and her grasp was slipping on her former reality, images of myths and monsters fading from her mind. She let go of her ‘imaginaries’, her childish fears, the boy who came when her mother died.
  
  It wasn’t a stretch to say that Ariane became, to an extent, depressed- while she didn’t particularly like feeling like she was going insane as a child, she also had found some comfort in her perceived world, and finally acknowledging it was never real… well, that can do things to a person.
  
  Three months before her graduation. Three months before receiving that piece of paper, that final nail in the coffin. Ariane’s hand was shaking. She was scared. If she was right, if Hades was real, she’d be confirming everything she knew- and she wouldn’t be left up here to suffer the consequences. And if none of it was real, if it was always just a figment of her imagination… we’ll, she wouldn’t be alive to process that reality.
  
  But then he was there. He didn’t offer an explanation- not really. He offered her a palace of gold, a all the comforts a mortal woman could want, as long as she didn’t do it. He offered her his love- as much love as a god could give, anyways.
  
  The caveat was- it would only be for a third of the year.
  
  Ariane wouldn’t have made such a rash decision in any other situation, but this wasn’t any other situation. This was her two lives colliding in sparks in flame, a path she would’ve regretted not choosing otherwise.
  
  What else could she have done?
  
  
  
  

  early years.

  
  
  Three years, nine months, and a painfully bright day later, Zac was born.
  
  For all intents and purposes, Zac was a completely normal child growing up. Ariadne was perplexed to see that he was almost his father's opposite- not only appearance-wise, but in his sunny disposition and seemingly endless sense of curiosity. While being a single parent for roughly two-thirds of the year wasn't the best situation for Ariane, both her and Zac were provided for, and the times that Hades did visit, they cherished it. Most of all, they were happy.
  
  That happiness couldn't have lasted for long, though. Zac was only four, barely old enough to comprehend what was happening when his father visited for the last time. He'd always known about his father's excursions, though he never knew why they were- it was simply a fact of life for him. So when Ariane explained to him that his father wouldn't be able to meet with him, speak with him, even, ever again, Zac was heartbroken, confused- and angry. He couldn't have known that his mere existence had angered the goddess of spring, who'd forced an ultimatum- her, or himself.
  
  Following this, his mother had put it upon herself to hide Zac's father's identity from him, wanting him to lead a somewhat normal life. She'd used him as a tether, a proof of her connection to both the mortal and Greek worlds, evidence that she wasn't crazy, if only to herself. Zac started school, and though his grades were high and he became fairly popular, he had a vengeful streak about him, a sunny demeanor that quickly turned sour when he felt someone had wronged those he felt strongly about. Though Zac never got into any physical altercations, his teachers couldn't help but be perplexed at how his former tormentors seemed to avoid him like the plague whenever he snapped- and Zac became afraid of himself.
  
  At seeing these cracks, Zac's mom began to falter. She couldn't handle a half-god child on her own- how could she? She was only human. She loved Zac, but she never wanted to care for him on her own.
  
  She was desperate. She had to prove to herself that she wasn't alone in this. She wanted- needed- to know if she'd be saved again.
  
  She wasn't.
  
  A young Zac, barely ten, had just arrived home from school. He didn't want to tell his mom he'd gotten into another fight- though was it really a fight, when his bullies simply ran away every time he got angry? He didn't know.
  
  He called out for his mom. She didn't answer. Maybe she's just busy.
  
  She wasn't.
  
  And in that moment, Zac tapped into something stored deep within himself, something... else.
  
  And he'd never be the same again.
  
  
  
  

  teen years.

  
  
  When a young Zac arrived at Half-Blood Hill, nobody knew who he was- not even himself.
  
  He remembered his name, and his birthday, and the town he was born in. He remembered that he'd gone to school, but he couldn't remember the names of any of his teachers, or friends, or even his parents. He didn't even know how he'd ]gotten to Camp Half-Blood But he was surely a demigod- him passing through the camp's border proved that enough.
  
  So, like any unclaimed demigod, he went into the Hermes cabin. Despite being by far the youngest cabin member, Zac soon gained a reputation for himself- first as the cute kid that would break your kneecaps to capture the flag, then to the reckless tween with a penchant for sword fighting, then to that kid that got on a quest at only thirteen years old. The quest had just been a small in-and-out adventure to slay a sphinx that had been prowling around New York, with Zac barely doing more than shadowing his older cabinmates, but in the eyes of the other campers, it was a quest all the same- especially due to the fact that he was the one who managed to land the final blow to the monster.
  
  As he got older, Zac quickly became a considerable opponent to many of his fellow campers in training, and it became a running joke among his cabin mates to attempt to guess the demigod’s godly parent. He had the looks of an Apollo, or perhaps even Athena kid, but he wasn’t nearly as adept with the arts, nor was he as book-smart. His sword-fighting skills could indicate an Ares heritage, but the kids from those cabins considered him much too “goody two-shoes”. But even as years passed, and Zac showed no signs that he would ever be claimed, he still insisted that he didn’t care- he was happy in the Hermes cabin, and while he might not have had the slippery fingers or quick feet of a true child of Hermes, he didn’t really want that to change.
  
  Years passed. Zac was essentially raised by Camp Half-Blood, only seeing the outside world when he was sent out on quests- which, to be fair, was quite often. He quickly grew from shadowing older demigods to supervising the younger ones, and he became “that guy”, the one the younger campers went to when they needed some swordsmanship tutoring, or something from the outside world, or just someone to talk to. Even as Zac came close to being able to age out of camp, he respectfully declined- maybe he’d strike out on his own someday, but for now, he was more than happy to spend his time at camp.
  
  Zac’s life started crumbling, though, only a bit after he’d turned seventeen. It should’ve just been a simple quest- it was him, Jake, who was the Hermes head counselor and his best friend, and two other campers their age against a pack of hellhounds that had been terrorizing the Upper East Side. The scouts had far underestimated the amount of hounds there were, and the group had been overwhelmed, with Jake sustaining fatal injuries in the process. Zac had just watched his best friend die before his eyes, the metallic taste that sound filled his mouth a testament to it.
  
  Zac didn’t feel right- he was woozy, lightheaded, he didn’t feel there. He barely processed the hellhounds yipping and backing away in fear, giving his friends a chance to kill them before they saw him- though he ‘wasn’t really himself’, as they’d told him later. They’d carried him back to camp after he’d passed out, promised they wouldn’t tell anyone what happened, but Zac saw how whatever happened had affected them. He’d scared them- and he hated himself for it.
  
  After that, Zac became a de-facto senior counselor of sorts, what with being both the oldest cabin member and the most experienced. While Zac wasn’t mortified with the idea of taking on such a responsibility, he also wasn’t exactly thrilled- his friend was dead, his questmates were scared of him, and he apparently had dark powers he had no idea of- and no control over. He still put in the effort to keep up a content face, and though he still had his rough days where the mask started to crumble, he forced himself to stay happy for the sake of the younger campers.
  
  It all came to a head, though, when Zac mustered up the will to go on his first quest since Jake died. Micheal, one of Zac’s favorite mentees, had just been officially claimed by Hermes on his thirteenth birthday, and had been assigned to his first quest. He was ecstatic, and when asked to come, Zac couldn’t refuse.
  
  So, they’d set out, Zac, Michael, and two of his friends. Zac was relieved that the quest went fairly smoothly, a quick in and out mission with not even a monster confronting them along the way. On the way home, though, was when it all fell apart.
  
  Zac hadn’t seen so many monsters near the borders of Camp Half-Blood in his life. He didn’t know what had brought them there, but it seemed like a guard had only just started forming around the perimeter to find them off. And then… the monsters noticed them.
  
  A manticore ran up before Zac could draw his sword, grabbing Micheal in its jaws.
  
  Zac couldn’t tell you exactly how or what he felt in that moment, but all he knew was that he wasn’t about to let another camper die. Not again.
  
  Zac was hot, then cold, then wasn’t[/i.] He flickered in and out of the forest’s edge, feeling completely better better weightless as he killed beast after beast, his soul feeling like it was being split in two, tearing away from him until-
  
  He fell. He was solid again, the edge of his body solidifying into his physical form again. He saw the campers stare at him, the bodies strewn across Half-Blood Hill, the glowing sigil above his head, before he saw nothing at all.
  
  
  
  

  now.

  
  
  Six months.
  
  Six months since Zac moved into Cabin 13. Six months since he'd been claimed in front of nearly the entire camp, after an explosive show of power that nearly tore his spirit from his corporeal body. Six months since he became the first child of Hades at Camp Half-Blood in nearly three decades.
  
  Zac tried. He tried to keep smiling. He tried to be the same old Zac, the boy with no powers and no parents and no name that somehow became the metaphorical older brother of half the camp. But he'd seen how people had looked at him- he'd scared them, intentionally or not. It wasn't fair- he never asked to be a child of the king of the underworld. But he was, and it felt like nobody knew him anymore because of it.
  
  So why did he feel like people were expecting something from him more than ever?
  
  
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sora.

full name

sora mizuno

nicknames

soso +

age

seventeen

d.o.b.

may 4

godly parent

apollo

sexuality

undecided

tabun

yoasobi

01.

visage

height

4’11

build

petite

hair c.

brown

eye c.

dark brown

faceclaim

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02.

psyche

When you think of Sora, she is just like her name: short, sweet and straight to the point. To some, she can seem as unpredictable by the weather, a smile as bright as the sun one moment for it to be replaced with a stony look the next. To others she may seem stubborn and hard to approach particularly from those who haven’t had the honour of making her acquaintance yet. In reality, Sora is just a simple introvert who revels in able to analyse the complexity of human nature from afar which many find unbefitting due to her more childlike physique. On the surface, Sora reflects a more positive outlook on life in general whilst trying to be the one to keep the peace amongst the group, providing a friendly and welcoming demeanour even if it means often she is the confidant, not that she matters too much. Yet beneath that sunny exterior, Sora harbours a more negative viewpoint of the world and the horrors within it, particularly after living the life of a demigod. But alas, what good does complaining do.

Being a daughter of Apollo, she has an affinity for more creative activities such as the thrills of music (especially musicals), or working within the high pressure environment within an archery range. But her true talents lie within the medicinal field: the true art of healing only had one goal, to preserve life or to allow it to end. This talent had been honed significantly throughout her training at camp and although she’s not able to stop death itself quite yet, who knows, someday she could.

Though outsiders may find Sora a people-pleaser and somewhat of a pushover in her attempts to keep the peace, once the right person (or people) gain her friendship, she will open up to reveal a more genuinely quiet but sensitive soul which also makes her a little bit of a crybaby underneath the amiable exterior, often falling victim to intrusive thoughts especially when stressed because of her inability to share her own heavy burdens with others very easily.

Sora is practical and amicable to almost anybody she meets whether ally or enemy alike, preferring negotiations, facts and figures to being impulsive and quick to blow up when the heat turns a little. Amongst friends, she is rather blunt and open when speaking which can sometimes cause discourse though this is partially due to her neurodivergence than meaning any true harm.

The very aspect of being the mature and agreeable young woman she is can often result in it being a disadvantage rather than the opposite because of the fact that nobody is able to please everybody all the time; whenever there is significant discord it can leave her feeling more depressed and grouchy, particularly when nobody will work in collaboration with each other to solve the problems. Although she works hard to get to know her teammates to create synergies and arrangements and tries to be the voice of reason regardless, she can sometimes come across as meddling despite it being for what she feels is a good cause and has a strong need for routine and structure that many find pointless or flat out weird particularly when dealing with a camp full of ADHD demigods. Needless to say, she dislikes dealing with people who refuse to listen to others or compromise, or who prefer to try and ‘lone wolf’ everything at the expense of the team. And if she finds out someone lied to her, even a small white lie, only true anger awaits.

Whilst at times her persona may seem a little inconsistent, Sora is able to adapt well to her surroundings and read the room a lot easier than most which allows her to match her own outward persona to her environment. Whilst internally enjoying the deep conversations that conflict can bring about, for the most part she will try to diffuse them and quell any potential discourse that occur within her presence at least, rather solving issues through words than weapons. That isn’t to say that she is not a proficient warrior, but even her role as a healer is testament to her wish for truth, clarity and understanding than the impulsive behaviours without reason.

Like most children of the Sun God, Sora is more of a big sister figure who has an affinity for protecting those within her orbit, particularly if they are younger than her, she will instinctively take on the big sister role without a second thought., though often it is more humorous considering her short stature.

likes

scary movies, early morning sunrises, spicy foods, traditional music + more tba

dislikes

too much caffeine, feeling tired, rodents,

fears

snakes, losing control or clarity, being forgotten or left behind

03.

history

Sora was born in the bustling, bright haven of New York as the only daughter of a middle class businesswoman who was often too busy with work to be home as much as she should, and naturally, the sun god Apollo (as you do), they had lived a relatively normal life… well as normal as the life of a dyslexic demigod with ADHD could have.

She would attend a regular middle school with less than regular grades and a very irregular school life; although Sora would never intentionally cause trouble, it would always seem to find her. Whether it be the various bullies who would tease her throughout her years of education suddenly finding themselves talking in senseless riddles until she had calmed her anger, to the fact she was… more than aggressive in the team sports like dodgeball or soccer that she claimed was not her fault. That wasn’t even counting the different kinds of monsters she claimed to see, earning her the nickname of a witch all throughout most of her early school years. She would have few acquaintances and even fewer people she could call friends, but she would make up for it by creating her own ones: ones that couldn’t leave her or call her names. Whilst Sora could never truly enjoy writing stories the way ‘normal’ kids could, she was above average at journalling and writing poetry, but found both of them unable to keep her interest for more than a few minutes.

The true monster attacks would begin around when Sora was nearly thirteen, increasing in their severity as the years would go on and her mother would finally indulge in the true identity of her father at the expense of higher monster attacks from the knowledge and finally the suggestion that she should go to camp permanently. Her mother was expecting Sora to immediately disagree with going to the camp, wanting to stay at home but for someone who had such little social interaction throughout most of her life, and barely any positive influences in her life… It felt like a new beginning despite her mother being more attached than she was. At the beginning, Sora would naturally have some scepticism about the entire scenario, but upon further reflection, she would come to terms as much as a pre-teen could that she was apparently half god and half mortal.

The transition from her home life to one where she would be staying mostly full time at camp was hard. With an overprotective mother reluctant to let her go despite rarely being home herself, they would eventually reach a consensus that it would be safer, and more practical, to train at the camp rather than putting everyone else at risk by remaining at home. Once having moved into the walls of her new home, she would initially find it harder to cope, barely enjoying any of the activities and becoming more homesick for the city life that she was used to as well as the newfound joy of having very little privacy in a cabin full of people supposed her be her new ‘siblings’, but as time would go on, she would eventually let her more ‘sunny’ disposition show and become one of the positive influences within the camp.


Throughout her time at camp, Sora would occasionally go home for the holidays to celebrate cultural holidays, but would mostly be a full-time resident of the camp and friendly face to all who would come and go throughout the years whilst preferring to stay out of the limelight of leadership roles in Cabin 7.

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06.

miscellaneous

powers

most proficient in healing arts and has a natural ability to absorb medical knowledge though for more complicated skillsets (e.g. surgical procedures) that knowledge is not able to be applied without actual training. also has basic knowledge on medicinal herbs and plants, her secret talent is being able to tell poisonous mushrooms from regular ones.

energy healing ; sora is able to use her own energy to heal herself/others through direct or indirect touch, works upon critical+non criticial injuries but the worse the injury, the more energy required.

blood healing ; although the weakest of sora's abilities, she can use her own blood to heal larger wounds but is /only/ used as a last resort due to the mass amount of energy required to sustain ++ the less blood used, the slower the healing process. this power has barely been honed so who knows whether its one she'll learn to master. requires verbal affirmations (or a haiku) to apollo and a calm and clear mind else energy will be drained but with no results.

precognitive synaesthesia ; able to experience glances of future events when playing music though the visions themselves are unpredictable and not guaranteed to be of any importance or occur every single time, primarily occurs when experiencing stronger emotions.

light conversion ; self explanatory for a daughter of apollo however sora is currently only confident converting energy when absorbing from natural light sources and is primarily used to support healing abilities

weapon(s)

ah of course the ever clichéd bow. Simple but effective for a daughter of apollo. But also carries a personal pair of twin daggers affectionately nicknamed ‘Hikari’ rather than their actual Greek name; able to be hidden in plain sight as chain bracelets; though she dislikes using them often.

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Brenna, Child of Freyja

# The Magician

# Kathryn Newton

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[Athens]

Soldier, Poet, King

The Oh Hellos

viii. strength

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equisite.

name

ian cadmus lowenthall

nicknames

een, achilles

age

17

dob

april 3, aries

gender

cis-male

orientation

bisexual

godly parent

athena

V

isage.

height

5'11''

build

lean but with a muscular, almost militaristic build

hair color

auburn

eye color

slate grey

style

Ian has never had a proclivity for fashion or dressing with intention. He's perfectly content spending his days in a pair of shorts and his CHB shirt, but he's very particular about the cleanliness of his clothing; especially after a day of camp activities. His typical attire when not in camp garb is something he can move around easily in, that's relatively neutral; dark shirts, sweatsuits, shorts, ect. He prefers to not draw attention to himself, but occasionally, he does like to show off his siblings sewing projects no matter how ugly the clothes may be.

appearance

Even before becoming aware of his demigod status, Ian was a very active and pent up kid. He frequently needed to stay moving, and having monsters that wanted to kill him just gave him something to channel that energy into. Ian became a year-rounder at 11 years old, and ever since then he's become more adept at fighting. Because of this, his build is relatively slender but just slightly too muscular for the average teenage boy. He stays quite pale despite spending most of his time outside, gets sun burnt way too easily, is a severe looking young man, despite his apparent baby face. He's still a teen boy that laughs, smiles, gets sad or angry, but his face defaults to a perpetual frown as if he’s disapproving of something or thinking. Ian may be a more casual dresser, but he still manages to micromanage the other things like his skincare and keeping his hair neat and out of his face. More than anything he hates being dirty, so if he's not in the midst of fighting, you won't see a speck of dirt on him.

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kit connor

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ersona.

INFJ - A

Ian is a tender heart with a tough exterior. He cares a lot , but he's just a little too emotionally repressed to show it; letting people in isn't an easy thing for him to do since it means more people to worry about. The friends that stick around are typically the persistent ones that Ian no longer has the heart to say no to. If they've determined that his stiff, stubborn personality is worth keeping around, he's not going to fight them on it. On the other end, Ian can be unexpectedly funny. He's so focused on academics and fighting that he never really took the time to develop social skills, resulting in a nonexistent filter and the occasional bouts of cluelessness. He really only lets his guard down around other during camp activities or when working on his hobbies. It's like the wide-eyed energetic child is allowed to resurface and he's just a teenage boy at summer camp, not a demigod who constantly worries about the safety of those around him.

In an almost contradictory way, Ian is very cocky and playful when fighting. He takes combat seriously, but once he's in action, he's electric. It's the adrenaline and lack of filter, that shows the part of Ian he typically keeps reserved for his family. Truly, it feels as if he's been so focused on staying alive that he's started to tuck pieces of himself away so as not to get distracted.

Ian is a bit of an ambivert. He focuses best when left to his own devices, but he doesn't enjoy being alone for long periods of time. He prefers to be around company, but as a spectator rather than fully engaged in the action. He's a pretty level-headed young man, and relatively open to new experiences and ideas but wary of people. He's naturally suspicious of anyone new and keeps them at arms length at first so he can observe them. If they're deemed okay, maybe he'll say hi in the mess hall. Maybe...

He's always looking for new hobbies, for those days he's banned from the training field, and tends to try and find ways to segway trivial facts about things into conversations.

Likes

funfacts, horses, arts and crafts, sword combat, constellations

Dislikes

spiders, invasion of personal space, domineering personalities, soda, dirtiness

h

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Ian is adopted. It's not the start of the story, but it's where he prefers to say it began. He's the eldest of 3 in a single parent household. He has a younger brother, Mikey, a baby sister Lily, his mother Ada, and he is fiercely protective of all of them; becoming a year-rounder was a choice made by Ian alone.

But to backtrack a little, Ian Lowenthall was actually "born" to a graduate student named Sarah Hawk. There was no birthing involved, obviously, but for whatever reason Athena decided that this high-achieving woman was someone worthy of bestowing a brain-child to. Sarah thought otherwise. One moment she's working towards her PHD, the next she has a male duplicate version of herself with the grey eyes and intense gaze of the TA she'd been enamored with. She'd agreed to having her baby as a joke. A child of theirs could only be exceptional, and to cut men out of the picture in the pursuit of having a family sounded like a dream. But then it happened. The TA was gone - a goddess in disguise apparently! And she felt as if she'd been entrapped.

Fair to say, Sarah was no mother-figure to Ian.
She tried to tough it out at first. Being chosen by Athena, even for something as... career halting as a child must be a good thing! The child was 3 when she gave him up. It was an open adoption so the kid could have access to his family medical history, his birth certificate, ect, and she personally took Ada and, at the time, her late husband Jonathon aside to explain the "circumstances" of her child's birth, but was very explicit in that she did not want to be contacted.

Ada, although not believing Sarah’s claim, agreed to her stipulations and took as her own. Ian remembers very little of his birth mother (if you can really call her that), but he’s definitely not losing sleep over it.

He had a happy home life, despite the occasional moving around when unsafe things begun to happen around the Lowenthall household, paired with them triggering Ian’s anxieties about “monsters” following him. Ian even turned out to be an exceptional big brother when his parents fostered and eventually adopted his younger brother Michael.

Things only really begun to change when Ian was attacked in broad daylight. It was supposed to be a nice father son outing at the park while his mother took Mikey to the dentist, but was promptly curtailed when a well-meaning satyr approached them insisting that they leave the area.

Of course, Ian’s dad didn’t understand why they should leave their perfectly safe outing, but Ian had tuned out much of the debate. Instead, he was much more focused on a familiar “monster” hunched in plain sight. Too scared to move, Ian remained frozen even as the creature lurched for him. He was shoved out of the way but his father wasn’t so lucky, getting hit by the invisible threat.

Completely unconcerned with the mortal man, the monster returned its focus onto Ian, and it’s only by the presence of the satyr intending to bring him to camp that he survived. And later that day, the same satyr spoke to Ian’s parents, and he was brought to camp for the first time.

That day was full of high stress and despite being unable to do anything to defend himself against a Greek creature that had been trailing his scent (for who knows how long), Ian’s 7 year old brain understood just enough about the circumstances to understand that it was inherently his fault that his dad got hurt and internalize it.

Ian’s adaptation to Camp Half Blood and training was less about being a child of the Combat Strategy goddess Athena and more a mix of guilt and intense protectiveness. He couldn’t forgive himself, and that’s why right before he was set to start middle school, Ian decided to become a year rounder at camp. The only thing he regrets is not being around more when his dad died when he was 15. After that, he went back to mortal school and only coming to camp in the summers, but the one thing he kept up with was constant training.

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TELUMKINESIS: As a child of a combat strategy goddess, much like some of the children of Ares, Ian is naturally more skilled at handling different kinds of weapons. Even if he hasn’t touched a weapon before, he’s able to pick up on it much quicker than the average person. And sometimes this is amplified by the glimpses he gets from the residual energy of a weapon.

OBJECT MANIFESTATION: If Ian has a visual of an object, he is able to manifest it into existence for a period of time. He most often does it to summon weapons in fights. But the limitations of his ability are specifically manifesting objects, he cannot conjure living things or magical objects, and he has to see them to create them. One annoying little quirk that occasionally causes him issues is that the size of the object = the more drain on his energy. Weapons are easy, but anything larger than maybe a chair starts to tap into his reserves.

PSYCHOMETRY: A power that Ian still has yet to master. Ian can sense residual energy. He describes it as watching the memory of an object. It’s almost like an objective 3rd person view of where the object has been and who has interacted with it. He can’t sense or feel anything about the people who have touched the objects, only see, and it’s never lasted more than a brief glimpse since Ian is not doing it intentionally.

strengths

Like the majority of athena’s children, Ian is good at the typical stuff crafts, overall intelligence, knowing trivial fact that no one cares about, and strategy. But in terms of Ian’s individual strengths as a demigod of the wisdom goddess,

He excels at combat itself. Strategy is cool and all, but he prefers execution over theory, and it’s even better if he’s doing it himself. He’s also rather light on his feet, giving him an edge on speed even though he’s not one for running away from a fight.

Ian is also very empathetic, he understands where people are coming from, even if he doesn’t know how to address it.

Finally Ian is a quick-learner, it seems apparent, but he’s always been a sort of “jack of all trades, master of none” kind of kid when it comes to anything but what he’s inherently good at. He tends to stay at the introductory or intermediate level in most things, but it’s still handy to catch on to things quickly, when needed.

weaknesses

Ian doesn’t listen to his body when he is in a zone. He’s always pushing himself, but when he’s angry or determined to prove someone wrong (or himself right), he pushes himself too hard, ignoring every indicator from his body until things become too severe to ignore

He has so many fears and anxieties, but rarely will voluntarily share them with someone else. Because of this Ian has chronic nightmares, and has had many restless nights that have left him anything but in tiptop shape.

Despite his empathetic and overall kind nature, Ian’s suspicions can make him rather ambivalent towards those he doesn’t fully trust. One minute he’s fine and enjoying their company, but all it takes is one incident to put him back on his guard and them on his watch.

weapons

One of the more versatile weapons, Ian has a lightweight collapsible staff, but with the addition of retractable blades at either end for when he has to dust some monsters; a handy and treasured invention by one of the Hephaestus kids.

personal items

Maps, What's more pragmatic than a child of Athena lugging around maps? Ian has learned from recounts and personal experience that demigods and mortal technology do not mix. But a map can't freak out on you, so he always makes sure to have some handy whether to keep or to hand out. Plus they're fun to study.
Amulet of Eiríni, a one-off talisman from Athena that simply helps to channel Ian's focus and keep him grounded. It's more sentimental than anything, at this point, since Ian never takes it off.
Magic spring water from Crete, or so the demigod who sold it to him on a family vacation says. All Ian knows, is that so long as he doesn't use it up entirely, the water will replenish itself inside of the container it's kept in.

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  Hanako was never born for anything highly athletic. In fact, she looks like any normal Japanese schoolgirl her age. She has a fair, borderline pale complexion that seemingly never tans and just burns when underneath the sun. Her figure is quite skinny, to say the least, and built muscles are practically non-existent to her. When you initially look at her, she looks as pure as an angel. Her face was round, you could see it in her cheeks alone. The expression on her face is one that usually looks of grace and elegance. Natural black shoulder length, big dark brown eyes, and even her bangs were the things people remembered her for if people remembered her at all. Although her skin looks seemingly unscathed, she does have a scar running across her right shoulder blade from her stepfather. Her petite and small stature made her easily forgettable but also incredibly agile. Although her strides aren’t long, she always walks with a bounce in her step, always trying to look upbeat and unaffected by the things happening around her.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Two different sides. When you’re on her good side, you get one side. If you’re on her bad side, you get the other.
  
  Let’s start with the good side. The people who took her in, the renegades, get this side. She acts like their younger sister. Whenever the mood is down, she tried to cheer everyone up, whether that be through her words or sometimes her harmless antics. She’s incredibly talkative and could honestly talk for hours on end if they allowed her to. She tends to stick to at least one of them every time they go out, and never wants anyone to feel alone. Hanako honestly loves these people with all her heart and would do anything for them. She lends them her intelligence, wisdom, and battle plans to make sure that every operation goes smoothly. Hanako knows all their strengths and weaknesses so she always factors them into plans, where they would thrive and where they could potentially fall. Even though their lives could sometimes fall into her hands and they have to put immense trust in her, she always never fails when it comes to plans.
  
  But now the bad side, and trust me you don’t want to get on her bad side. She’s cold, calculating, and plotting your demise. It’s like she turns her emotions off. The light in her eyes fades away, the compassion in her words is gone, and she doesn’t care about you. Hanako knows the rules better than most so she knows how to bend them, and how to break them. Breaking a few bones, being ruthless, using reckless plans, none of those are beneath her. All the cards are on the table for her and she isn’t afraid to use every single one of them. She practically turns into a sadist, enjoying the downfall of an enemy, and enjoys making the plan herself. The one downside is that, more often than not, is that she can’t execute her own plans. She doesn’t have the strength for it. Her mind might rival great geniuses but put her up against any warrior in a strength match and she’ll crumble immediately.
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Hanako was born and raised in the Higashiyama Ward in Kyoto with her family. Sadako, her older sister, Akari, her mother, and Asahi, her stepfather. Although the family looked normal on the outside, from having perfect daughters to going to the shrine nearby practically every day, behind closed doors was a different story. Her sister was heavily favored by pretty much everyone, her parents, friends, and even strangers on the street. Her looks were unparalleled, absolutely stunning. When Hanako stood next to her, she looked like absolute garbage in comparison. Both her parents put her on a pedestal, letting her get away with everything. Sadako would be out late partying, bringing home different boys every night, they even let her barely passing grades slide by.
  
  But the standard Hanako was held to was much more extreme. She needed to be her sister’s support, be her punching bag whenever she was having a bad day. Her grades always had to be perfect, but luckily for some reason, Hanako found herself being to remember everything that she saw and was smarter than most kids her age. But even with that potential, she was overlooked and there was no way in hell that her parents would ever let her skip a grade. She didn’t know the real reason why but she had a feeling that it was because it would overshadow her sister. Her parents would attend every single event, pageant, and practically anything that involved Sadako, while Hanako would be left sitting at the back of the audience alone, or worse at home to fend for herself. When the group got home, she wouldn’t hear the end of it from Asahi, praising his biological daughter while insulting Hanako, his adopted one. He’s always used to say that maybe it’s better if she were dead since she served no use to society.
  
  Home never felt like home, so Hanako found herself at the shrine more often than not. She couldn’t describe it but she left calm and safe there, the shrine felt like her home. Whenever she had the time, you’d definitely find her there. It was quiet, tranquil, and overall just welcoming to her. And she loved that, it got her away from the suffocating environment that was her home. She could read in peace, and Hanako read anything and everything that she could get her hands on. She borrowed tons from her school library. She would read anything from classical fiction, all the way to their school’s handbook. Surprisingly, she found the handbook quite interesting. Reading it through, she found loophole after loophole that could be exploited but somehow no one had noticed them before. A smile came across Hanako’s face one day, maybe she could have her own fun and not get in trouble. And that’s exactly what she did and she never got caught for it.
  
  But soon her life changed, Sadako had gotten scouted for an agency in New York and the family planned to move all the way across the globe for it. Hanako didn’t want to leave, she didn’t want to leave behind her home. This was the one time that she argued back to Asahi, and it didn’t end well. He finally tried to act on his want for Hanako to be dead. After she voiced her concern to him, he grabbed a kitchen knife and tried to stab her in the back. Although he was unsuccessful, he did end up slashing her right shoulder blade. Crying out in pain, she fled but not to the hospital, to the shrine instead. The back of her white uniform was stained red as she knelt in the middle of the temple bleeding out.
  
  That was when Omoikane showed up. He looked like a normal human but Hanako could almost feel his aura, and it was a godly one at that. He helped her and called upon another deity, Okuninushi, to help treat her wounds. Hanako didn’t exactly understand what was happening but she didn’t refuse or run away. Once her wound was healed, it was just the two of them. Omoikane looked at her with gentle eyes, like a father would look at his daughter as if he were proud of her. That was the night she found out that she was the daughter of Omoikane. But that was also the night that the Tanaka family left for New York. The god imparted some gifts upon his daughter before she left the country and before she left her home. First was a leather-bound book, it looked ancient but the pages were blank. He told her to write down all of her plans in that book, he said that it would be like her being able to pray and talk to him even without a temple to do so. Secondly was her weapon. He took her paintbrush, the one that she used to practice calligraphy with and enchanted it to turn into a sickle if she motioned to write the Japanese word for the sickle, “鎌” in the air or on any surface. And the last gift was the best of all, it was the knowledge of her powers.
  
  Soon the family was in New York and Sadako was modeling for agencies. Her sister had learned how to speak English fluently, while Hanako had no English training whatsoever. She eventually got the hang of it somewhat, there are still times she mispronounces words or forgets them entirely. Their life in New York was interesting, to Hanako at least. She kept sensing dangerous auras around her sister. She didn’t make an attempt to get rid of them, if they got rid of her sister then good riddance, she didn’t care one bit. But it all came to light on Sadako’s 13th birthday when a glowing dove symbol appeared above her head. A new boy she brought home explained it all to their family, the world of gods and demigods. Sadako was a child of Aphrodite and she’d have to stay in Camp Half-Blood at least for the summer. Since it was the summer, Sadako couldn’t wait to go, to find new boys no doubt. But a mention of a camp for demigods intrigued her, maybe she could belong somewhere. But when she talked to the boy about it, he practically laughed at her saying that Omoikane was just a made-up god and that Hanako was just trying to be like her older sister.
  
  She ran away that very same day. Although she was young and alone in a brand-new country, she survived. Until one day she was able to join another group of demigods that took her in. She found her family that day and never looked back.
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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Yeojin, Child of Persephone

# The Magician

#Choi Beom-gyu

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One of the many Renegades in this story.​

MAZOKU HAKOMONO

Mazoku Hakomono

Undecided

Male

Renegade

魔族 箱物

DOSSIER

Age: 18
Place of Birth: Kyoto, Japan
Race: East Asian

Appearance
Mazoku has somewhat-straight black hair that sometimes tends to curl near the tips. He also sports dark brown almost-black eyes. He's 6', and weighs 154 pounds, and has a semi-athletic build due to working at a few athletic hobbies.

Faceclaim: Sakaguchi Kentaro
Role: The Fool

PERSONA

Mazoku is a somewhat average player in the social class. He isn't timid, but he won't butt into activities or sports when it's clear he is not wanted or needed. He likes practicing things, no matter what that may be, so as to improve, and severely despises cheating if it can be avoided. Mazoku is also very studious and works hard at most things he does. While he knows his abilities are good, he's careful not to get careless. There are a lot of crazy things in a world full of mythology, and even if your father is a god, you can never be too careful.

Likes

• Literature
• The Color Red
• Mystery/Horror
• Autumn and Winter
• Festivals
• Clarity
• Rainy Days
• Origami
• Tabletop Games
• Walks

Dislikes

• Heat Waves
• Heat
• Cheating
• Psyche Altering Chemicals
• Unclear Statements
• Height of Summer
• Yokai
• Yurei

Hobbies

• Reading
• Light Novel Writing (Only Drafts)
• Practicing
• Swimming
• Piano
• Paper Crafts

Fears

• Not living up to the duties of the Onmyoji, which his father once was

ABILITIES

• Shikigami: In tradition, the power and size of a Shikigami was the test for an Onmoyji, the court diviner, to see how powerful they truly were. However, Mazoku has a tendency to change the shape and function of each time he makes them, never settling on one type. As a basis, Shikigami, or servants for Onmyoji, can come in many forms, the most basic being magic in paper which is what Mazoku uses. He already had an aptitude in creating origami and thus was halfway there. This ability allows Mazoku to summon spirits within paper and origami and give them orders or functions. The more there are and bigger they get uses more focus and more energy from Mazoku, so he tends to create smaller ones, most of the time not even enlarging them from the initial vessel. In the future, he hopes to reach the level where he can summon ghosts and Yokai as Shikigami, but is focusing on the paper ones to start out with. Mazoku can also de-summon Shikigami with ease but sees no other use for this except with himself.
  • Shikioji: A special type of Shikigami that Mazoku creates when in emotional peril, with similarities to that of an Oni, or ogre based Yokai. Usually has minor connections with a base element and will not be easily swayed from its usual hostile goal (though, once again, it will most likely be the size of a paper-back book).
  • Minor Bind: If Mazoku faces a weakened spirit or entity, he may be able to influence that spirit, and persuade it or force it into a Shikigami body, where he may focus his energy on trapping it there. Powerful entities cost quite a bit on his mental state to keep at bay, and must focus at all hours of the day, even when sleeping to hold something of average or higher power. Mazoky has only attempted this a few times, but is better against Yokai or vengeful Yurei than other spirits.
• Transmutation: A basic spell of Abe no Seimei's, where Mazoku can turn one living material into another. However, for now, the item/creature must be living in some sense, and be the same size or general shape as it's resultant. A famous example is the ability to turn a box of oranges into a box of rats, though Mazoku has no control over these creatures or materials.
• Divining: An Onmyoji's job was mainly as a diviner for the emperors court, and thus a major spell that Seimei wrote on. Mazoku has the ability to discern divinations in various mediums, like strange coincidences or the position of the stars at night. These divinations are broad, usually, like telling the weather, explaining the outcome of a days-long decision, or making a vague answer on whether or not Mazoku might pass a test or not.
• Weather Manipulation: Not a major ability, but Mazoku can cause weather to get lighter or harder, including examples like making lightning have a higher chance of striking, making a flash flood warning into an average shower, etc.
  • Rain Illusions: A special spell that Seimei only used once, which Mazoku uses as a parlor trick when it rains. Mazoku can create illusions of grandiose detail when it rains with the drops sculpting to hit certain areas, creating the illusion of an item or creature. Mazoku's favorite of these is his Rain Dragon Technique, which is all in the name.
• Astrological Knowledge: A basic part of his ancestry, Mazoku has knowledge of the stars, their meanings/messages, and connections when they are closer or farther apart.
• Spiritual Resistance: Mazoku has been training his body and mind in the spiritual planes, and thus has a larger resistance to influence in this nature.
• Ward Writings: Mazoku can write traditional paper wards, sigils, talismans, or lucky charms, and has knowledge of other protective decorations from his family teachings that could possibly be of use.

Gifts

• Seimei Amulet: a moderately sized amulet with the Seimei Star insignia on it, this being a pentagram star in a silver circle, with a Japanese Bellflower pattern engraved on the back. Acts as a reminder of Mazoku's legacy.
• Hoki Naiden: The 'book of spells' written by Abe no Seimei. Is thick and full of possibilities, but takes care to complete, with many readers taking ritual steps before one can cast them on the fly. Mazoku hides it away as secretly as he can, since it's his families pride, and a direct connection to Seimei's influence. Written in Heian-era Japanese, and is a bit difficult to understand, though Mazoku has his own notebook which he uses to take notes and add tips from himself to help improve on Seimei's methods as best he can without being disrespectful. While it is easier to read for Mazoku due to his bloodline, the book itself is not magical, and can be held and read by others.
• Kinkou (均衡): The main weapon Mazoku wields, which also takes the form of a folding fan. Kinkou was one of Mazoku's first tests as a son of Seimei, as it is one of the cursed Muramasa blades. Like all of its brothers, the sword has an impenetrable bloodlust aura, affecting both its wielder and anyone close by. However, Mazoku was able to exorcise the blade, and uses it as a normally strong sword now, when in combat. However, if Kinkou were ever to be apart from Mazoku for very long and someone else wielded it, the consequences may not be pretty.

BACKGROUND

Son of Abe no Seimei

Abe no Seimei is a what one would call a Scholar's Discussion. The reason behind this is simply, his divinity is a mortal question. Abe no Seimei, while holding immense wisdom and power, was mortal for all of his storied legends, and only became a deity much later in his life, though changing very little. With his new divine abilities, he only used one among his own mortal spells: longer life. Not immortality, mind you, but the chance to get a second chance after his first wife cheated on him with a rival court onmyoji, Douman. Thus, turning Seimei into a deity of the Onmyoji for centuries to come.

It was the day after Mazoku's high school Graduation Ceremony. He had already been accepted into the university of his choice, when he was on a walk on the outskirts of the more rural areas of Kyoto. After getting lost in thought, he looked up to find himself deep within a forest without a path in or out, but instead of panicking, he attempted to follow signs of life before reaching a clearing, where a sumptuous estate resided appearing right out of a history film. Entering the main house, Mazoku was greeted by Abe no Seimei himself.

It turned out that long ago, Mazoku's mother and father were having trouble with creating a child of their own. Since Mazoku's mother was from a family that had long since been loyal to the Seimei line, Mazoku was given to them as a gift. Seimei himself was unsure if Mazoku would be considered a demigod, but as time went on, it was clear that was indeed the case. Even at a very young age, Mazoku caught glimpses of the hidden supernatural world, of yokai running away or yurei disappearing into the dawn.

Seimei also told him of a Camp for people like him, but that he could not attend. Mazoku was not quick to anger as much as he was confused, but Seimei informed him that there were others like him out in the world, and that they might be who he was most comfortable around.

Deciding to make his father proud and take up the duties of a part-Onmyoji, Mazoku dropped his earning in university, and packed up to leave home. Before he left, his parents gave him gifts that they had procured from Seimei: An amulet, and the book of spells that Abe no Seimei used so long ago. With that, Mazoku left for the West, and indeed found the group of renegade whom he had since joined.

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Akeem Nur-Hassim

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  FULL NAME

  Akeem Nur-Hassim

  NICKNAMES

  Eye of Ma'at, Werethekau, Dr. Hassim

  GODLY PARENT

  Heka

  AGE

  20

  BIRTHDAY

  November 11^th

  GENDER

  Male

  SEXUALITY

  Homosexual

  ROLE

  The Moon

  GROUP

  Renegade

  Know the world in yourself. Never look for yourself in the world, for this would be to project your illusion.

  APPEARANCE

  BASICS

  HEIGHT

  6’2” (1.89m)

  WEIGHT

  194 lbs (88 kg)

  BLOOD TYPE

  O

  HAIR COLOR

  Light Brown

  EYE COLOR

  Green

  MISCELLANEOUS

  
  Akeem is most often quite scruffy in nature, with unkempt clothes in contrast to his slick back hair, though he does sometimes try to make an effort depending on the occasion. Not one for formalities much, or social cues for that matter, Akeem essentially doesn't care what someone else thinks of him or how he chooses to present himself. He's not there to please others. A baggy white shirt that has never seen an iron before? Sure, why not? Those jeans with holes of an unknown nature? Yeah, put them on.
  
  Surprisingly fit and muscular for someone who's considered a magic user, Akeem spends enough time being busy in order to stay healthy and agile - despite his lifestyle. Due to the strain and physical drawbacks magic has on him, he often maintains his physical prowess so his body can handle the cost, giving the impression that he relies on physical power.

  PERSONALITY

  Don't try to make life a mathematics problem with yourself in the center and everything coming out equal. When you're good, bad things can still happen.

  Akeem is defined by several overpowering personality traits, some of which are at direct odds with one another. What bridges all of it is his confidence. Akeem Nur-Hassim takes great pride in his ability to depend upon himself for just about anything, and never finds a situation too grim for hope. He's of the disposition to believe that anything can be overcome with sufficient know-how, and his wide variety of skills and resources only bolster this belief in himself. Nothing is ever impossible, and Akeem has very little time for anyone who disagrees.
  
  Akeem is a very calm, determined individual when he wants something. He's not the type to explode into histrionics, or ever really let anyone get a good bead on how he's feeling -- stiff upper lip and all that. He can be stubborn, but only when he knows he's right, and frankly, he knows he's right 100 of the time. All the same, he's not the type to be goaded into a fight, what with cooler heads prevailing and all. Most attempts to bait him will fail.
  
  Even though he may not show it or tell anyone this, Akeem is quite the self-conscious individual. He's got a list of insecurities a mile long and is constantly trying to prove himself to people that could probably care less. There's always this inner voice in his head telling him that he needs to be better, at any number of things. It's not enough to actually throw him into a massive depression, but it's always there, waiting for him to screw up, and then it pounces.
  
  Akeem has always been alone, no matter what family figures he had around him. Thus, it's only natural, that he'd grow up to be a bit of a loner. While he has no problem working with others or on a team, he tends to lean more toward the lone coyote lifestyle. Embracing this lifestyle to the fullest, Akeem tries his hardest not to ask for help from anyone, choosing rather do everything on his own. Akeem will always be a loner, regardless of how he may act around others. It's just who he is.
  
  Going hand in hand with his lone coyote persona, is the fact that Akeem's a very proud individual. He doesn't like to admit that even he needs help sometimes, especially since he's been alone his entire life and made it through a helluva lot without assistance. His pride is what gets him into trouble quite often and it's not until things are dreadfully in danger of going bad does he breaks down and gets the help that he needs.
• BACKSTORY

  You will free yourself when you learn to be neutral and follow the instructions of your heart without letting things perturb you. This is the way of Maat.

  Akeem's Birth
  

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  Since Akeem was a miracle even by the standards of a god and is the first Egyptian Demi-God, perils from the furthest reaches of the cosmos were drawn to his birth. Due to this, Heka would enlist the aid of Isis and Thoth to raise Akeem far from the other gods until he was mature enough to survive on his own. Given that Akeem's proximity to his parents in the Sea of Chaos put him in greater peril. And with that, Thoth agreed to be Akeem's primary teacher while Isis assumed parental duty as his mother figure. Before they left, Layla asked Isis to name him after her older brother, who drowned in an accident when they were young. Thoth and Isis would alternately raise him, with Isis raising him in the Duat and Thoth raising him in the physical world, in Egypt, because Isis could not sustain herself in the physical world for an extended period of time.
  
  Akeem inherited both attributes from Thoth and Isis at a young age and was full of heart while absorbing knowledge like a sponge. Akeem's magical abilities unexpectedly began to show themselves at the age of one, and it soon became apparent that he held great ability in the mystic arts. Akeem never interacted with anyone besides gods or other mythical creatures for a very long time after Isis and Thoth decided not to let him meet others when he was a toddler. Since Isis and Thoth never held Akeem in one spot, his life has always been full of change, and he has rapidly learned to adapt to a variety of settings.
  
  When Akeem was thirteen years old, Isis and Thoth sat him down and revealed their true identities and the circumstances of his birth. Being used to change, Akeem was unfazed by this; in fact, he was amazed by the revelation and was more anxious than ever to understand the gods, his parents, and everything they withheld from him. Although Akeem was too young and inexperienced to see his parents, Isis and Thoth decided that Akeem was ready to start living in the outside world after he turned fifteen. They equipped him with the Book of Thoth and sent him scouring the upper and below planes in search of his mother.
  
  He was oblivious that Heka was using this as a test to help him understand the true nature of magic. Akeem went on an inner journey known as the Path of Mkh (Path of the Mind) in search of his mother. There, he learned egocentric magic (drawn from one's own spiritual reserves) and obtained the first Eye of Ra (Amulet of Khepri).
  
  Failing to find his mother in his mind. Akeem spent many years traveling across the world on the Ealam Road (Road of the World) but she was nowhere to be found. Akeem learned ecocentric magic—magic derived from the immediate environment—and obtained the second Eye of Ra during this journey (Orb of Khnum). He even met a demigod named Teilo who gave him the chance to stay and start their own group, but he turned the offer down because he was focused on finding his mother.
  
  His third voyage, the Way of the Netjer (Way of the Gods), took him to other dimensions and the farthest reaches of the cosmos, including the Duat, where he discovered exocentric magic (derived from the gods). Apophis managed to flee from their confinement in the Sea of Chaos during this journey and threatened to vanquish Ma'at by consuming Ra and destroying the universe, but with the help of the Egyptian Gods and fellow shesh, he was able to become the host of every Egyptian God in existence and gain the power to combat and ultimately destroy Apophis (or so we thought). His attainment of this level of power came to a stop when he renounced all of his ties to the gods, realizing that he wasn't ready to yield such power and that doing so would cause him to lose his sense of self and upset cosmic balance.
  
  He later learned the Paths of Isis and Thoth on his own and finally became the Eye of Ma'at, recording all of his discoveries in the Book of Thoth. When Akeem realized he had nowhere to turn to find his mother, he had no choice but to use all three Eyes of Ra at once, leading them to combine and become what is now known as the Eye of Atum-Ra. Using it to find his mother in the Sea of Chaos, Apophis' consciousness still lingered and with the last of its strength created an illusion of his mother's spirit that degraded and broke Akeem down from the inside, just with a few words, Apophis was able to start a chain of events that led the once demigod of order into a path of chaos and destruction that even Ma'at couldn't repair. And it all started with his choice to join the renegade group Teilo had mentioned to him years before. To this day, Akeem carries the greatest lie in his life, and this simple lie will change him forever.

  PARAPHERNALIA

  Book of Thoth

  In the “before times,” Isis, Thoth and Heka worked to maintain and create the laws of magic and its existence before creation itself. During the Harmonic Convergence, the gods wanted to maintain a record of their divine and mystical spells and began compiling them into one book, the Book of Thoth. This book of magic is a living, breathing document in more than a few ways, specifically because it has been added to by pharaohs who have possessed it. The first pharaoh to wield the book after Thoth was Narmer, who would go on to become one of the first users of Divine Magic.
  
  The Book of Thoth contains the most powerful divine magic spells known, many of them being counterspells to other magic disciplines. It seems to have an endless number of pages, which seemingly materialize from nothing. The book itself can be used to deflect magic. The Book is marked with the Seal of Medjed. It also contains extensive knowledge introduced by several powerful pharoahs, such as the information collected by Heka regarding his discovery and mastery of the "Three Paths to Enlightenment", and widely detailed information about the universe’s cosmology itself, which was presumably dictated by Thoth to other pantheons of gods.
  
  Given the vast knowledge present in its pages, the book was presumably dictated by Thoth to the first practitioners of white magic. Some of its contents were written by Isis sometime before the emergence of the Eye of Ra.

  Eye of Atum-Ra

  Regarded as either the third Eye of Atum-Ra, this amulet represents prescience, with its power manifesting knowledge. It is a powerful and valued artifact that has many functions, most commonly dealing with the truth, light and sight. Using the Eye, Akeem can see through any lie, deception, or illusion, and free others who are trapped in their own illusions. It is often used to amplify his mind's eye, bestowing potent psionic abilities. It is also often used to play back an area's past events, lift beings weighing thousands of pounds into the air, and open dimensional portals, as well as place beings in suspended animation. The Eye can track beings by their psychic or magical emissions. The light given off by the Eye also weakens a variety of evil mystical beings, such as demons, devils, undead beings, dark extra-dimensional entities, and even sufficiently corrupt human practitioners of dark magic. When used offensively, no being can withstand its light for long; due to its lethal effect, it is often used as a weapon of last resort. The amulet can only be used by a being with a pure heart and a clean soul.
• ABILITIES

  For the Egyptians, heka or 'magic' was a divine force which existed in the universe like 'power' or 'strength' and which could be personified in the form of the god Heka...his name is thus explained as 'the first work.' Magic empowered all the gods and Heka was also a god of power whose name was tied to this meaning from the 20th Dynasty onward by being written emblematically with the hieroglyph for 'power.'

  Egyptian Mysticism

  Akeem is a powerful magician, whom even before becoming the Eye of Ma'at, was one of the most knowledgeable people in the world in the field. Possessing enough skill and talent that other gods began to take notice. The nature of Akeem's magic consists primarily of invocations meant to summon the powers of Egyptian Deities to his command. Although he can cast spells normally by drawing upon more obscure sources his craft is empowered when he reaffirms his spells with evoked power.

  Divine Words

  In Egyptian mythology, divine words are another term for Egyptian Magic commands. These are also called hieroglyphic spells or Words of Power. They are called 'divine' because they enable the magicians to use the commands to wield godly strength and powers. Magicians speak them to create or tweak reality. To use them, no papyrus or other equipment, such as amulets, potions, shabti and statues are needed.
  
  Words of power can also be used to use the Path of the Gods. For example, Akeem can use the Divine Word khe-fa to summon the Seven Ribbons of Hathor.
  
  

  Spoiler: Path of the Gods/Divine Magic

  The Path of the Gods is the very origin of Egyptian magic itself. In ancient times, magicians would call upon the aid of the gods to work their greatest feats of magic. While most would only use their magic, others would attempt to host the essences of the gods inside themselves.
  

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  The Path of the Gods involves harnessing a god's power and using it to perform extremely strong feats of magic. For example, if a magician followed the path of Horus, they could channel Horus' power to use Combat Magic, summoning the personal combat avatar of the war god.
  
  The goal was to become the "Eye" of a god and gain full access to their divine partner's vast experience and might, basically wielding the power of a god. Although there were those who gained limited success in this objective, it was only the Pharaoh and his family who truly achieved it.
  
  A magician can follow any path but they usually follow a path that is best for their specialty. Akeem's specialties are Order Magic and Magic in general respectively so he follows the paths of Ma'at, Thoth and Isis, channeling their power. As mentioned in The Book of Thoth, a magician can also channel the powers of multiple gods too, although it is risky.
  
  Now, the Path of the Gods does not just offer magic that could be mastered by a talented magician on their own (given enough time, of course). Akeem, when channeling the power of Horus, can also use powers unique to the war god, such as the Fist of Horus. When channeling the power of Isis, is shown to be able to summon the Wings of Isis.
  
  There are dangers in using divine magic. An inexperienced magician may pass out, go into a deathly coma or even explode when channeling the god's power. Sometimes even experienced magicians cannot cut off the connection of minds with the god, resulting in them burning up. A magician hosting a god can get addicted to the power. This is the reason Akeem had to separate from the gods he was linked to. Akeem regrets separating from Ma'at, Isis and Thoth many times as he no longer possesses the full power of a pantheon of gods anymore, although he can still channel the gods' powers relatively well. However, he admits that he still found it tempting to be the Eye/host of every Egyptian deity.
  
  However, housing gods are very dangerous, as they will overwhelm a weak host and possess them. Furthermore, the magician will be killed or even destroyed by the god's possession if they reside too long within such a mortal as they cannot handle such power. Even if death doesn't occur, containing a god can shatter the host's sanity.

  Medical Mastery

  Even without magic, Akeem retains his vast medical knowledge. He still practices medicine, is the renegade's surgeon and medic who can guide other less skilled, yet un-maimed surgeons through intense effort, and is still capable of serving as a consultant to other very experienced and skilled doctors.
  
  Through his divine heritage, he is innately a Master of Medical procedures, enabling him to easily treat others' injuries and create medicines. With it, he can cook up concoctions and remedies for ailments with nearly anything in his environment. He is also able to tell which things in the wild (or in his kitchen) are poisonous and which are safe to ingest or to use to treat injuries. This ability is not the same as the ability of Healing, just the ability to discern sources of natural remedies in domestic products and the like.
  
  He possesses an intuitive mastery of all the associated medical skills and techniques granting him major leverage in any medical situation and allowing him to easily create medicine and treat patients. Akeem can perfectly and without a single flaw or mistake perform any and every type of medical procedure.

  Supernatural Health

  Since Heka is also a god of medicine as well, Akeem is glaringly, obviously and super/unnaturally more physically, mentally, socially, spiritually, emotionally, and sexually healthy than other demigods. He lacks physical flaws and is nigh-immune to getting disorders, diseases, disabilities, etc. He also can take a high amount of damage before fainting or succumbing to the effects of ailments, as well as possessing a superhuman metabolic rate. Overall, his health is very incredible. Rivaling that of the demigod children of Asclepius.

  WEAKNESSES

  Divine Invocation

  After Akeem relinquished the power of the gods, Akeem lose the ability to use Divine Magic and the Words of Power for some time and only recently acquired it after becoming the Eye of Ma'at. When it is that Akeem invokes an Egyptian deity to lend him power, he's only receiving a fraction of the god's total power since he lost his connection to the Duat.

  Fatigue

  He can't battle for lengthy periods of time because his magic is so intricate and enigmatic that utilizing it for too long can be harmful to his health, therefore he has to be careful not to overuse it. He may have migraines, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and other undesirable side effects as a result of overusing his power, including even passing out.

  Incantations and Gestures Dependency

  Akeem also depends on spoken incantations, mystical gesturing, and his arcane artifacts in his duties; likely these can be counted as weaknesses. Akeem has been incapacitated various times by being gagged and bound, preventing him from uttering arcane invocations or performing mystic gestures. Breaking his hands can greatly cripple his magic ability.

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  nahualism - as the daughter of the shapeshifting jaguar god, gabriella has direct access to her tonalli, or animal spirit of a panther, allowing her to adopt its' traits at will, even being able to fully transform under the night sky.
  
  night adaptation - gabriella is able to perfectly adapt to her father's domain of the night sky, sporting perfect night vision, enhanced speed, strength, and senses, and the uncanny ability to almost completely blend in with the shadows of the night.
  
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[Squad141]

A camper.​

CESSILY ONA

Cessily Ona

Undecided

Female

Camper

VII-XIV XXVIII

DOSSIER

Age: 18
Place of Birth: Chicago, Illinois
Race: White

Appearance
Cessily has strawberry blonde hair that she tends to keep longer, typically keeping it up in a bun or down if it's cold enough. She has brown/green-ish eyes and a fair complexion, as well as a slimmer athletic build from years of physical travel and relying on herself.

Role: The Tower

PERSONA

Cessily can be blunt, at times. After years of relying on herself and only herself, she doesn't really have much of a filter. She's not outwardly hateful towards anyone, but she doesn't care for melodrama. While she'd like people to believe that she'd rather be alone, Cessily prefers group activates over individual ones if invited. She's prideful and ambitious, and is always up to take on a challenge to prove that she's capable, but not easily provoked. She's not an idiot, she'll have you know.

Likes

• Comics
• The Color Blue
• Action/Adventure
• Spring/Early Autumn
• Festivals
• Clarity
• Games of Any Sort
• Bicycles

Dislikes

• Incredible Cold
• Ice
• Cheating
• Drugs
• Melodrama
• People Being Over the Top

Hobbies

• Driving
• Biking
• Archery
• Swimming
• Metalworking

ABILITIES

• Lockpicking: A basic real skill that's not a power. From a few years on her own, Cessily has knowledge of classic locks that she can't access.
• Security Knowledge: Cessily worked for a major security firm for half a year before dropping it, and thus has knowledge of various types of technological security, especially in homes, offices, and cars. This includes how to hotwire vehicles.
• Handheld Dating: By touching an object with her palms or most of her hands, Cessily is able to look back and know how old a single object is, and any major events in its past (this means she can't see the entire past, only highlights).
• Threshold Push: If Cessily has been on both sides of a threshold, and is within 3 miles of another threshold (meaning this includes both doors and windows) where she has also been on both sides, Cessily can connect the two and jump between them.

Gifts

• Rusted Key: An old rusted golden key with the sigil of two faces, one engraved on each side. It's a family heirloom that your family, wherever they might be, had.

BACKGROUND

Daughter of Janus

Cessily's earliest memories were of being at an orphanage. She was left there as a child, as many of her peers were as well, and lived there for a time. She never wondered who her parents were after the first few years, but she still wore the key around her neck that she was left with. Unlike what most would think, Cessily's childhood wasn't horrible. The staff were decent and if Cessily was ever bullied (which was rare), she would bluntly make a statement back and walk away, muting the conflict for good.

When she was old enough, she left the orphanage and spent four years traveling the east coast of the US, picking up jobs and trying to find her place in the world. It was during a return to her ruined orphanage in Chicago when Janus revealed himself, appearing in the old iron gate and speaking to her from there, instructing her to find Camp Half Blood. Despite being a Roman descendant, Cessily was accepted and currently attends Camp on the clock for all seasons.

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[Athens]

Here I Go Again

Whitesnake

xvi. the tower

R

equisite.

name

kiran michael rai

nicknames

kee,

age

19

dob

october 23rd

gender

cis-male

orientation

pansexual

godly parent

renegade | angerona (pain and fear)

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isage.

height

5'7''

build

lean in a way that indicates an athletic background of some kind

hair color

dark brown

eye color

dark brown

style

Kiran dresses like a typical guy his age. Almost, but not quite, trendy. Lots of jeans, hoodies, and things that look casual but with some effort put in to the color coordination and style of the clothing. He's a t-shirt kind of guy, but always has a jacket or hoodie on since he tends to run cold. Plus it's comforting.

appearance

Kee's relationship with Camp Jupiter is a complicated one, but one of the great parts was the access to a multitude of things to do by way of New Rome. He's a young man that prefers to stay active so that he can defend himself whenever he eventually pisses someone off. He does a lot of track running which has contributed to his lean figure intermixed with introductory hand-to-hand combat, but his real passion is Tai Chi. Tai Chi is the gift that made Kee so fluid-moving but grounded.

Outside of his physical build, Kee is a bit shifty-looking. Not in a bad way, but he's one of those guys who look like they've never had a restful sleep in their lives, with the dark veins, frequently pallid skin, and intense (gonna start shit) gaze to match. He makes people uneasy and has no control over it; his body's way of presenting his godly heritage, he guesses. Kee doesn't really mind, even if his appearance tends to be at odds with his more laid-back persona. It just makes interacting with people more interesting.

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ISTJ - A
Kee is an observer but also an instigator.
He’s always been a curious type, watching and learning from the world around him, but his type of curiosity is now much less innocent and more… Seeing how far he can push something before getting a reaction of some kind. Good or bad.

It’s almost the equivalent of watching a cornered animal lashing out. Because fear and anger are practically cousins. And pain is usually a motivator for the two — physical or mental.

Even if Kee didn’t choose to be a pain in the ass, he’s forever drawn to fear and anguish like birds are drawn south for the winter. It’s a part of him, and instead of saying it’s not who he is or fighting it, he leans into it.

When he’s not bothering the masses, Kee prefers to be alone. He’s a sociable guy but a solitary creature. He never learned how to do the friendship stuff and feels it’s too late to start, at this point. Why would he force himself to spend more time around people than he already does? He’s used to doing his own thing, and his pain insists he keep people at arms length.

Even so, Kee is all too comfortable talking about the highs and lows of his life. He’s a demigod of anguish, so he doesn’t shy away from the bad bits.

And Kee in his natural, most comfortable state is a chatty contrarian. He’ll talk about the weather just because he can and argue the sky being blue if it means he can bicker. A heated exchange is always an entertaining one.

Likes

tai chi, bickering, controversy, the outdoors, pain

Dislikes

being cooped up, criticism, overt friendliness, insects, pain

h

istory

Kiran Rai. King of Light.
A name gifted to an infant by his father.

A man he never truly knew.
A man he is estranged from.

Kee doesn't know who Kiran is, but it's still important to tell his story.

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onstitution.

powers

FEAR CONSTRUCTS: Aside from the naturally unsettling aura bestowed upon him by his parentage, Kee doesn't have as much domain in fear as he does anguish. The only thing he's managed is to be able to summon physical manifestations of fear in the form of shadowy, eldritch-esque creatures.

The process itself is intensive and tiring as Kee has to focus his energy on sensing the fear around him and then drawing it together so that the creatures may form; once formed, the creatures are obedient, but are still naturally drawn to the strongest source of fear when left to linger too long. He's rarely used this ability minus one-off summoning of creatures to entertain himself.

PAIN TRANSFERENCE: With physical contact between living creatures, Kee is able to transfer pain from one source to another. Typically, he transfers the pain to himself because his godly heritage gives him a higher pain threshold than the average being. But Angermona is a goddess that not only takes but gives pain, so just as easily as Ian can transfer another's pain to himself, he is able to transfer pain to them with a touch.

Pain transference can be risky because there is no way to gauge someone's pain threshold, and Kee has to rely on his best judgement of how much to give or take; too much can cause physical damage.

PAIN SUPPRESSION: Kee is able to block himself off from feeling pain for a period of time. Usually this ability activates on instinct when he's involved in dangerous situations, but he is also able to channel it intentionally such as when doing pain transference (he tends to avoid this since feeling the pain allows him to gauge how much he can take without causing himself bodily harm).

Pain suppression can be handy when Kee wants to avoid an initial bout of pain or ride out the intense parts. But as soon as it shuts off, he's back to experience the exact intensity of pain that his body is feeling in that moment.

strengths

Being a child of fear and anguish has some benefits. There not enough for Kee to really go listing off , but the strengths he did acquire are what helped him get this far in life.

For one, Kee is exceptional at reading people. His observant nature is what helps him pick up on people’s fear and pain (even when they’re trying to hide it), but it also translates to an overall ability to get a read on people. Which is a helpful baseline for when he’s purposely trying to set someone off.

Kee is also a skilled liar. It doesn’t sound like something to brag about. But when people are naturally wary of Kee, he has to be quick and efficient in getting them off his back.

Finally, Kee excels at physical combat. It’s a skill that he deemed important to learn after discovering his pain transference ability. He has to get up and personal to make physical contact with an enemy if he’s to use the ability, so learning how to fight hand-to-hand was essential. He’s more of an offensive fighter than defensive, preferring speed and using his abilities to stun or incapacitate as quickly as possible.

weaknesses

Kee is a resentful individual. He has a lot of hurt bubbling under the surface and a tendency to be reckless with his words and actions. Sometimes it’s like he wants to be hurt, and he’ll escalate a situation with the intent of making someone as upset as him.

Kee tends to have issues with his hands. He’s unsure if it’s nerve damage, the result of an old injury, or a drawback from his powers, but he has issues with grasping things, primarily for long periods of time as his hands start to get fatigued. He’s usually able to manage and hide this, but sometimes his hands get stiff or lock up when overexerted. It’s part of the reason he prefers physical combat to wielding a sword. The only weapons he utilizes are those that are lightweight.

He’s also extremely distrusting. Kee isn’t a boy scout and he treats others the exact way he’d treat himself (if he were anyone else), with the utmost suspicion. Because of this, Kee is the type to go against the plan, if he feels he’s being misled or keep someone out of the loop, if he feels like they may sabotage his goals or have an ulterior motive. Kee frequently acts in his own self-interest and he expects others to do the same.

weapons

Kee doesn’t prefer to use weapons, but he knows that he needs to. So he dual wielded daggers so that he can be quick and incorporate more of a physical combat style to his more lethal attacks.

personal items

The Capsule: Kee’s oldest fear construct resides inside. The others fade after a while or are recalled, but not this one. As Kee’s oldest companion, the two are practically bonded.

Compass: Rudimentary in its design. It’s just two, stacked arrows encased in a container similar to a pocket watch. But no matter where Kee goes, there always pointing dutifully to the separate magnetic sources that draw them.

Pocket Journal: Small and slim, It doesn’t seem like much. It’s written in Kee’s father tongue and appears to be short snippets written on different dates with varying lengths of time between them.

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allery.

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