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Percy Jackson: The Trapped Gods Character Sheet


BASICS AND APPEARANCE​


Full Name:
Nickname:
Age: 15 to 18 years, preferably
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Godly Parent:
Face-Claim: (mention somewhere in CS)
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Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Tattoos/Markings:
Distinguishing Features: What makes them recognizable?



PERSONALITY​


Personality:
Virtues: Three minimum
Vices: Three minimum
Quirks:
Likes: Five minimum
Dislikes: Five minimum



BACKGROUND​


History:
Theme Song: Optional

Note: History can be as long or short as you want. You can add how your character met another one, if you so desire. Relationships between characters can be worked out separately.




POWERS AND ABILITIES​


Powers: Do not include any powers that are over-powered. I will call you out on it. REMEMBER YOUR DEMIGOD DOES NOT HAVE TO HAVE ANY POWERS. MOST DEMIGODS IN THE BOOKS DID NOT HAVE ANY. REMEMBER THAT. Also, please limit your characters that DO have power to ONE. UNO. UN. OTHER WORDS THAT MEAN ONE.
Skills: What are they good at? Max of 3. NO SUPERMANS.
Drawbacks: What are the drawbacks to their powers i.e. limitations or something that inhibits them?
Weapons: If forced to carry a weapon, what would they use? (Unless they already carry one...)
Strengths: Think battle-wise or power-wise
Weaknesses: Same as above
Other: Any other information you want to add.


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NOTE: PLEASE INCLUDE A WRITING SAMPLE EITHER SOMEWHERE IN THE CS OR UNDER THE CS IN A SPOILER. THANK YOU.​
 
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  • Violet Evslin
    ~Daughter of Sunlight~​

    BasicsFull Name: Violet Catherine Evslin
    Nickname: Vi, Sunshine
    Age: 17
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Godly Parent: Apollo
    Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld
    AppearanceHair Color: Wavy Dark Brown
    Eye Color: Hazel
    Height: 5'8"
    Weight: 132 lbs
    Tattoos/Markings: Sun-Shaped Birthmark on Neck
    Distinguishing Features: Her Sunny Smile, Birthmark, Burn Scar on Left Hand
    PersonalityPersonality:
    Violet is your typical nice girl. She's kind and helpful to just about every camper, regardless of whether or not they like her. After all, being part of the Apollo cabin, and thus having duties as a healer, she can't discriminate with her patients. Around those she's known for a while, she's playful and sweet. Along with her helpfulness comes a wise and calming personality that gives solid advice in most social situations. She knows nothing of love, but she's willing to try to help her friends with the problems they might have.

    It takes a lot to make Violet truly angry. But if you threaten or hurt her friends, or harass one of her siblings, she will go Mama Bear on you. Camp Half-Blood means everything to her, and messing with it and its campers is taken as a personal insult. It's only when she's truly angry that she's willing to fight for the sake of her family. Her siblings mean the world to her--she clings to them like a lifeline--and she'd do practically anything for them, even if it meant sacrificing herself for them.

    While working on a patient, Violet is focused and no-nonsense. Going against her wishes as a "doctor" is probably a bad idea, since she will end up tying you down and forcing you to take your medicine. The only people she'll listen to while in this mode are her siblings who are also healers, as she believes any second opinion on such matters to be valid. However, her kindness still shows in that she tries to make her operations and treatments as painless as possible, so as to make things easier for the patient in question.
    Virtues: Optimistic, Generous, Sweet
    Vices: Clingy, Vulnerable, Tough Love
    Quirks: Tends to fall asleep in the infirmary, Has once or twice tried to heal an animal
    Likes: Sunny Days, Kind People, Healing Other Campers, Camp Half-Blood, Her Siblings
    Dislikes: Cold Weather, Mean/Selfish People, Violence, Enemies of the Camp, Fire
    HistoryHistory:
    Violet had a fairly standard childhood, despite being raised in the foster care system. At first, she'd been raised in an orphanage, in which she was loved by practically all the children and caretakers for her kindness and willingness to help in most situations. Soon enough, she was submersed into the foster care system for "better opportunities." Thankfully, the first family she ended up staying with took a shine to her, and she stayed with them from the time she was five to eight years old.

    Why did she leave them? She didn't. They, in a sense, left her. Violet's foster sister, Nadia, was only two years older than her, but they became fast friends. The girls were rarely ever separated, so it was especially devastating the night their house set on fire. Violet's foster father ushered a crying Violet out before going back into the house to find his wife and daughter. However, they didn't make it out in time, and Violet had to go to another foster family.

    From then on, Violet started seeing strange things. The night of the fire, she could've sworn she saw something crawling away from the house. She never told anyone about these visions, however, as she didn't think anyone would believe her. Her second foster family was nice enough, but she still missed Nadia and her parents. This family understood her grief and gave her the space she needed to heal.

    One day, a year after the fire, she was approached by a twelve-year-old boy, one of her new neighbors. He whispered to her, "You seem them, too, right?" and when she asked what he meant, he gave her a serious stare and said, "The monsters, of course." Finally, she'd found someone who understood what she was seeing and didn't think she was crazy. The boy's name was Kevin, and he became the center of Violet's life. He was the one who told her of demigods and convinced her that she was one. She finally understood why she'd been feeling so strange this past year.

    After a few months, Kevin convinced Violet to run away with him and a friend of his, Doug, who claimed to be a satyr protector of demigods. Though Violet was wary at first, she agreed, and she left a note for her foster family, saying she was going to find out who her parents were. That wasn't entirely a lie, but she still carries the guilt to this day.

    Kevin, Violet, and Doug managed to make it to the outskirts of New York City before the major monsters came. If they could talk, the monsters called Kevin the "son of Love" and Violet the "daughter of Sun" whenever they escaped their clutches. Kevin quickly figured out that he was a son of Aphrodite and Violet was the daughter of Apollo, and the floating symbols that appeared above their heads then confirmed their suspicions.

    The two demigods didn't have any training in any type of fighting, so they had to stick to elusive tactics when dealing with monsters. In this way, they both became fairly agile. Doug used his panpipes in emergencies, but otherwise, they survived without any help. Soon enough, they reached the base of Half-Blood Hill, and that was when the hellhounds came. Doug brought out his panpipes and Kevin found a thick branch, and the two fought the beasts, urging Violet to go on ahead. Tears streaming down her face, she did what they said. As soon as she crossed the border, she cried for help. She was barely ten years old at this point and was terrified at the thought of Kevin getting hurt.

    Other campers noticed the kerfuffle, and they rushed to her aid. Or, rather, Kevin and Doug's aid. Violet herself was wrapped in a blanket and given some nectar. To her surprise, it tasted like fruit punch. She waited anxiously at the base of the hill until finally she saw campers stumble over the camp boundary. Doug, with the help of another camper, carried Kevin over the hill. Violet rushed to his side as he was laid on the ground to be inspected by a healer. To her surprise, when she touched him, she could sense where he was hurt...which was everywhere. He was bleeding badly from multiple wounds. She looked into Kevin's eyes, and he instantly knew he wouldn't make it. Taking her hand gently in his, he murmured, "Don't cry, Vi. I promise I'll always stay with you." He took off the ring he always wore on his finger--a gift from his mother to his father--and gave it to her. A few moments later, he was gone.

    Violet stayed at the camp from then on in the Apollo Cabin. Though she was indeed disheartened and full of grief after Kevin's death, she moved on and became acclimated to life at Camp Half-Blood, training in archery and learning how to control her demigod powers. Her siblings and fellow campers became her new family, and every now and then, she still got to see Doug, who still beats himself up for losing Kevin. It wasn't long before she became the counselor of her cabin. Now, she tries to set an example to both her siblings and younger campers, as well as other counselors. In her eyes, all of them are in the same boat, and as such, all of them are needed to keep the ship sailing. She still lives by that philosophy.
    Theme Song: "Fly" by Avril Lavigne
    Powers and AbilitiesPower:
    Radiant Sun
    Sometimes, in the right conditions, Violet can shine with the light of the sun and blind her enemies. If she concentrates hard enough, she can bend the light and refract it to shine in a desired direction. However, she has yet to master this power, and it will not work in conditions where there is no sunlight.
    Drawbacks:
    Violet is significantly weaker on rainy days, since there is no sunlight. It's not like she won't be able to function, but she won't be as good in a fight, nor will she be able to use her powers. Basically, she's a walking solar panel.
    Skills:
    Archery
    Vi isn't the sharpest sharpshooter, but she's no slouch when it comes to the one activity that connects her to her father.
    Healing
    For the most part, Vi is one of the top healers at Camp Half-Blood.
    Weapon:
    True to the image of her father, Vi uses a bow and arrow. However, because she's not the best with fighting or even archery, she really doesn't like violence of any sort and chooses to only use it during emergencies.
    Strengths:
    healing, using bow and arrow when focused, sunlight power
    Weaknesses:
    cannot use bow under duress (too emotional), barely active on rainy/dark days, falls asleep should she work too hard healing people
    OtherInventory:
    Bow
    A standard Camp Half-Blood bow. She practices her archery at least three times a week, since (as she says) she's average as an archer. She carries it plus a quiver of arrows at all times on her back.
    Portable First Aid Kit
    Like all good medics, Violet carries around a First Aid kit in case someone needs a band aid or needs on-the-spot assistance. This is strapped around her waist. She restocks it weekly.
    Charm Bracelet
    When Apollo and Violet's mother first met, he gave her a charm bracelet. Later, when her mother gave her up, she left that bracelet with her daughter so she'd always remember that her mother did indeed love her. Violet faithfully wears this every day and rarely goes anywhere without it. She likes to think that she carries a little part of her mother and father with her everywhere she goes.
    Kevin's Ring
    Violet wears the ring Kevin gave her to this day. It's a simple gold band with floral design on it. She never has the heart to explain where it came from to those who don't know.
    Camp Beads
    Violet has a camp necklace with eight beads for every summer she's been there. She never takes it off, and she can often be found twirling the beads when deep in thought.
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    ▌NAME: beatrix martha sargent.
    ▌NICKNAME: only goes by bea, sometimes blondie.
    ▌AGE: seventeen.
    ▌GENDER: cisgender female.
    ▌ORIENTATION: closeted bisexual.
    ▌CHILD OF: hermes; god of travel + thieves.
    ▌FACECLAIM: pyper america smith.
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    x▌HEIGHT: five foot, six inches.
    x▌WEIGHT: one hundred + twenty lbs.
    x▌HAIR: platinum blonde.
    x▌EYES: silvery blue.
    x▌TATTOOS: left ankle.
    x▌DIST FEATURES.: her goofy smile.
    x▌CLOSET: b e a t r i x.

    x▌PERSONALITY: bea is as chaotic as most hermes children come. energetic and full of life, bea never seems to run out of energy or take a moment to stop and enjoy the silence, having an ebullient - yet airy - aura about her. bea's observation skills are not as fine-tuned as some other campers; however. the female is very quick on her feet and adaptable to her surroundings. bea can have a childish arrogance radiate from her, especially to those who aren't familiar with her antics, and there is a natural competitiveness to bea but she's never one to back down from a dare.
    x▌VICES: competitive, garrulous + airy.
    x▌VIRTUES: dauntless, adaptable + ebullient.
    x▌QUIRKS: chews the inside of her cheek + sits cross-legged.
    x▌LIKES: dares, raspberry slushies, sneakers, bonfires.
    x▌DISLIKES: silences, being still, pressure, mangoes, heels.
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    x▌THEME SONG: old fashioned.

    x▌BIO: melanie was not ready to become a mother, let alone a single mother at that. in the dead of an early april morning, melanie was cradling her newborn girl in her arms, alone, in a hospital room. as the sun slowly rose over the city's skyline, highlighting the little beads of rain which formed on the window next to her bed, melanie knew that her child deserved better. as soon as she was released from the hospital, melanie kept her new child under second-hand blankets and headed straight to an old friend's house. she was confident in the natural "big-kid" charm he had, he was more qualified to the raise the child than herself, and without hesitation, melanie turned her back on her child and never looked back.

    xavier had decided to blend into society years ago, he was tired of running away from monsters and watching kids -- who didn't deserve it -- being killed. he was a saytr wanting to stop the same, tragic end as the kids he looked after. xavier had the tendency to adopt kids with godly blood, look after them with the hope of them staying with him, but it always ended up with xavier dropping them at the edge of a forest and driving away. so when he saw a child on his door step, unsure whether he was still drunk or not, he quickly snatched the bundle and named her beatrix.

    bea and xavier got on like a house on fire, she knew that they weren't father and child, and was very much aware about her mother's abandonment, but that didn't stop the fun she had with him. xavier promised not to get emotionally attached to his newest child, but like always, that was a massive lie to himself. bea was raised alongside other homeschooled children and would spend each day at each other's houses, sitting in the living room before beginning their parents if they can go play in the rain. as far as both bea and xavier were concerned, life was perfectly normal. on weekends, the two would go visit the local cinema, or loudly bang pots and pans together in their little band: "the irish ladies".

    it wasn't until on halloween when life for bea took a tragic turn. xavier and bea had dressed up that year as where's wally (both of them were wally), and to spend the night in watching movies. it was suppose to be a quiet night in, but the sound of a window crashing and a low growl resulted in a different kind of night. bea watched as xavier pulled out a knife from the kitchen and yelled at her to get in the car. bea listened, her long legs carrying her to the car as xavier soon followed with a suitcase of her belongings falling out behind her. the teen's heart raced as her grip on her seat tightened.

    through stressed breaths and a strained irish accent, xavier explained what she was, who she was. the two drove into a dark forest, xavier constantly checking in his rear view mirror.
    "so, what you're saying is that i'm a kid of a god?"
    "hermes, god of thieves, travelling, all that kind of shite."
    "sick. . . is that where i get my dashing looks from?"
    "christ, now is not the time."

    bea never got to find out when the right time was after. once xavier parked at the edge of the road, bea begged for him not to leave her behind. ugly tears ran down her pale cheeks as xavier struggled to look at her, he didn't wanted to leave either. with one final goodbye, xavier untangled bea's long arms and drove off into the dark, leaving her with the reminder he'll always be in the same place, waiting to finish the movie with her.
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    x▌POWER:
    [self-molecular alteration] bea has the ability to stretch, contort, shrink and extend her body. her limbs can alter their molecular structure to become malleable or change her height to become giant, or become as tiny as a mouse. when she's at a tinier height, bea becomes lighter in weight and can jump higher, and her putty-like body allows her to be much more flexible than an normal teenager.

    x▌DRAWBACKS:
    [diet] bea must keep eating in order to handle being a different size or extending her limbs like putty, if she doesn't eat enough, she'll feel extremely ill and be unable to stretch or alter her size as easier as she usually can.
    [alteration] the teen whenever tiny still has the same weight as if she was regularly sized, and bea has to be careful not to jump too hard or punch a fellow camper by accident in case she causes damage.

    x▌STRENGTHS:
    [↳] bea is a self-taught gymnast.
    [↳] strong with hand to hand combat.

    x▌WEAKNESSES:
    [↳] bea struggles to co-operate with others at times.
    [↳] she's a terrible archer + with ranged weapons.

    x▌TRIVIA:
    [↳] she can hold her breath for thirty seconds.
    [↳] bea can make a mean batch of cookies.
    [↳] her preferred method of weapons is her fists so she can beat people up.
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Damion Johnson-Son of Boreas-Laurence Belcher

Percy Jackson: The Trapped Gods Character Sheet


BASICS AND APPEARANCE

Full Name: Damion Johnson
Nickname: D
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Godly Parent: Boreas
Face-Claim: Laurence Belcher
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Hair Color: Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'3
Weight: 176 lbs
Tattoos/Markings: A snowflake in his left shoulder blade
Distinguishing Features: The fact that he tends to speak French when thinking out loud and that he is always wearing long trenchcoats.


PERSONALITY

Personality:
James can be seen as a cold and distant person, and you'll usually find his face inside a book. He is a silent person and is usually annoyed by everything. He gets mad extremely easily especially when someone manages to terminate his patience. He is sarcastic and when mad will take this trait to God-like levels, which most people find annoying. When he is with people he cares about he is a bit different though, he keeps his cold personality and his social awkwardness but he'll be seen as a more approachable person with a good humour and a thing for making people feel nice. He is extremely intelligent and empathic as well but he is equally as lazy. Due to his loneliness when he was a child he became a good observer since he used to be alone all the time and always looked at others form the distance, studying them. He is also immensely stubborn and tends to have conflicts with people in his teams since he has a hard time accepting he is wrong, he is also immensely direct.

Strengths/Virtues: Intelligence, Empathy, Analisis
Weaknesses/Vices: Stubborn, Team Work, Social Skills
Quirks: He has a lot of pet peeves and the fact that he tends to speak with a lot of archaic words
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Likes: Reading, Winter, Trenchcoats, Music, Training and Bitter things, The stars, The moon and Rain
Dislikes: Noise, Heat, basically anything spicy, phoney people, teamwork


BACKGROUND

History: Damion was born in Quebec to a middle class highschool teacher called Laura Johnson, he was told that his father had died in a car accident and actually never cared about him. Damion was never interested about his father, he just wanted to have a scholarship in order to enter university, the winter of his thirteenth birthday his mother got engaged to an engineer that worked with Quebec's town hall, for the first time ever he had a paternal figure, a very abusive paternal figure, he hit him and his mother. He changed his personality when he found out Damion mother's was pregnant but he left when the kid turned out to be a girl, this was during Damion's fifteenth birthday, enraged he decided to chase him, fighting his stepfather Damion lost balance and fell to the frozen river, since he left the hospital running he had no jacket and because of the impact he passed out, when he woke up he felt a piercing pain in his shoulder blade, but he wasn't cold, he walked home where his mother was worried sick, Damion told his mother what happened and without thinking it twice looked at his back and saw the snowflake in his shoulder blade she told him everything about his father gave him the bracelet and sent him to camp half-blood as his father instructed.
Theme Song: When - dodie





POWERS AND ABILITIES

Powers: Cryokinesis, he has control over ice and snow, he is able to summon moderate blizzards and freezing winds which allow him to freeze stuff (although he is unable lo freeze large bodies of anything, but he is able to cause frostbite if he manages to touch a person long enough)
Skills: Puzzles, he is very proficient with staffs as well as with his spear, stealth and gymnastics.
Drawbacks: He does not have a good stamina and if he creates or controls large quantities of ice and snow he will pass out as well as frostbite in his hands
Weapons: He has a white curved spear that turns into a white bracelet
Other: He plays the bassoon, he speaks Spanish and French, has a mortal half-sister and is left handed.



NOTE: PLEASE INCLUDE A WRITING SAMPLE EITHER SOMEWHERE IN THE CS OR UNDER THE CS IN A SPOILER. THANK YOU.
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mad mischief​

zelda casal
full name ― geraldine eugenia casal
age ― 18 ―
nickname ― zelda, g.g, z ―
gender ― female ―
sexuality ― very demisexual ―
godly parent ― hermes, god of thieves
zodiac ― gemini ―
nationality ― australian ―
ethnicity ― central//native american
faceclaim ― zahara davis ―

REFRESH .
GUIDE .
CONTACT .
FAQ .
@bluemotorbike

"wanna bet?"

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quirks - she has a penchant for constantly shuffling her cards. it keeps her hands nice and busy, and builds on her skill. as if she needs it. - putting her feet up. anywhere at all. she loves the pose&the comfort - ​
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likes - her deck of cards, parkour/climbing, thunderstorms, practical jokes&pranks, tea [namely earl grey], sitting around a fire pit, strawberries, flora, fauna, insects, lemon meringue pie, apple pie, astrology, some aspects of her ADHD, drachmae, science experiments, teaching languages, ​

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disikes - smokers, bigots/racists and the likes, slugs [phobia], drugs, excessive drinkers, complete silence, small spaces, coffee [its disgusting], when her dyslexia kicks in, ADHD too, ​
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playlist - feel it still ​
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― 25/05/18

birth date― may the 25th, 2000
hair colour ― chocolate brown; she swears some locks go blonde in the sun from time to time
eye colour ―a deep dark brown; you could get lost in them. if you're into staring at poo coloured objects....like zelda's eyes...
height ― 185cm // 6'1"
weight ― 72kg // 155lbs ; of [almost] pure muscle
tattoos/markings ― she has no tattoos. she does however have a septum piercing that she hardly dresses. her only piercing is a thin, gold, and satisfyingly simple semi-circle
distinguishing features
― her laugh. without a doubt. her accent too, of course. but that laugh~
― zelda has strong, thick and dark brows that always really animate her facial expressions
― her height easily makes her stand out in a crowd. literally. but she doesn't mind it. it used to be something she was bullied for. being taller than all the other girls. ridiculous. but. after moving to the camp, it became much more. she's not always intimidating, but her agility and physical prowess is a positive product of it

abilities
"powers" ― when people say Hermes' children are good with money, they are talking about zelda. her first game of poker at the camp revealed her special ability to summon cards. a Jack can become an Ace. a seven of Hearts can become an eight of Clubs. as long as she has the idea of strategy to use them in and the will, the odds will tip in her favour [the same can be said for some other mind games] and she'll find she has just the card she needs. it makes her dangerous in a game of cards with big odds. so unless you haven't been paying attention, her reputation has fallen on deaf ears, or you're a new camper, chances are you'll be avoiding any kind of bet or card game with zelda. unless its a friendly game of course. she isn't all about betting and reeling in drachmae. though it is a hell of a lot of fun.
to clarify
― she has felt/seen/made change in: uno, poker, black-jack, durak, tonk, one-card, war, cheat; so far
― [this breaks her belief she requires strategy [though she did ask her oponnent some questions about game objectives before they started]] - she is also certain she manipulated a game of chess between her and a child of Athena. very certain. she still doesn't know how to properly play chess. nor does she want to play another game. it's too slow for her
― not every game she plays results in her procuring drachmae/money. she isn't a total thief. at least, not as much as she used to be. as she has matured, she's realized her selfishness and abuse of her power [the long sleep helped], and as such has lessened her betting.
power drawbacks ― while zelda's special ability isn't exactly life saving or a great power she could use in combat, it does still have its own drawbacks. for starters, as mentioned, if she doesn't have at least an idea in mind [no matter how complex or simple the game is], best chances are she won't be able to manipulate a thing about her cards or about her situation. she must also have the willpower and intention to win the game. the acts of changing cards do not drain her, not at all and she is lucky for that; she can take advantage of it. that being said, she must never abuse her power. on one occasion before, she attempted to pass her knowledge on to a fellow camper, on account the odds were big and she favored his win. when one of his cards changed she grew tired and thought nothing of it. she continued to bend the situation, by giving another friend card information. the next time a card changed, zelda was overcome by sudden sleepiness and passed out then and there. she slept peacefully for a whole 24 hours after that. plus she nursed a migraine the next morning until she got her hands on some nectar. zelda didn't have a bad sleep but nonetheless, she hated it and she never wants to risk it again. her "power" is quite obviously exclusive to her, and really, should not be used in vain.

skills
― believe it or not, zelda grew up a bit of a kleptomaniac. pickpocketing was a very bad habit when she was young. as a result, zelda is quite a master of sleight of hand. although she hasn't outright stolen something from someone in a while, she'll sometimes tease her friends lightly by surprising them with something of theirs mid-conversation or woo younger campers with her card tricks to make someone smile
― like most other children of Hermes, she is a very adept traveler. her favourite mode of travel is climbing. her parkour skills are incredible. with a nimble body and great agility, zelda fights best on higher ground. her fighting style is very fast and physical. she doesn't like being cornered and is likely to use her climbing skills to her advantage if she can. even if she has to climb her opponent. from time to time she will even throw something explosive at her opponent. she likes the idea of science. and youtube d.i.y's are very helpful.
― she inherited Hermes' gift for the languages. as a result, it takes her half the time of a normal person or demigod, to learn a new language and translate it from english and visa versa. learning to translate ethnic languages is much harder, and learning to write in any new language is even harder. completely understanding dynamics and any full extent of languages other than her most proficient could take up to a year or so, but, it is still faster than normal. chances are she'll need to translate a language she has never studied one day, so she does take time out to study as many as she can. sometimes one at a time, other times, ten. these are the only real moments when she is still and not an erratic mess. she values them. for her intellect, forward-thinking, and reward that comes out of a little relaxation. mind you she blares music in her ears; bu that's not the point. ― she is fluent [can read/write/translate between eachother/english] in [castellano/central american] spanish, greek/greek-cypriot, cherokee [tsalagi] ; all other languages are sparse, though french, italian and japanese are coming in close. and that's in 6 years of study.

weapons
― two [almost] normal celestial bronze daggers. they are identical in make. she received them after her first two months at CHB and has not let them out of her sight since. it took her a year or so to approach the hepheastus cabin and trade a good bag of drachmae she'd been saving for customized hilts. zelda never takes anything for free. the economy and money systems are in place for a reason. there is always a give and take in life. and when you are generous, it's an easy way for someone to owe you instead. anyways, zelda felt they needed a little customization, and she wanted to pay respect to her father. so, since making the deal the bronze hilts have resembled one side each of Hermes' caduceus. George's look-alike [as well as the left wing] sits in her left hand, and Martha's look-alike is on her right [as well as the right wing]. they don't do anything fancy, like turn into bracelets or pens or dissapear into nothing. they are a trustworthy and valued pair of weapons that she wouldn't trade for the world. she's always had the idea of sheathing them at her feet to give the illusion of having winged shins, but it's just never been practical. instead, they sit around her waist her belt/sheath thing, small goldie wings out at each hip. she handles her weapons "back to front" so to say. her fighting style values having her blades turned back along her forearms. quick dashes, jumps, and parkour, coupled with charged hook punches overpower her opponents/enemies. most of them anyways. zelda practices her fighting style daily unless something gets in the way. she doesn't stress missing a couple days of training at most. there are more important things in life
― she is also learned in how to wield a sword. any typical short sword. it's not her favourite but if it comes to it she'll take one up. she's really only recently "perfected" her stance, and doesn't look like a baby giraffe swinging a club anymore. she's at least got poise and strategy
― hand her a bow and arrow and she could probably land a few well-guided shots. though long ranged combatisn't favoured by her. at all really. again, it seems slow to her. then again, she's never used a bow in a combat setting. just leisurely. "yo, can I try the bow?" "y e s!" zelda would rather throw her dagger anyways~

inventory
― she owns a deck of 52 cards. a pretty special deck of cards. gifted to her by her mother when she left for camp half-blood, these cards are easily her most important possession. they are hand painted, with an Olympian theme [most notably with Hermes depicted as the joker] and sealed in a flexible resin for safety. they are easy to manipulate and have not faded since zelda came into posession of them. she believes her mother must have gotten them from a witch or even her father. marujenia always insisted however that they were stolen from a dodgy palm reader on a trip to new orleans as a young woman, during ["coincidently"] the time she met her father~ with how trustworthy, beautiful and unstoppable these cards are, zelda knows they must be enchanted in some way~
― twin daggers. her primary weapons and second greatest possession.
― brown leather belt. has a sheath either side her hips for her daggers, as well as multiple snap close pockets. they house her deck of cards, maybe a couple experiments [at least one stink bomb at all times] a pair of scissors, a roll of duct tape and a pen that never runs out of ink [only problem is the ink is bright orange].
― her necklace of camp beads. with six beads for every year, she has lived there
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personality ―
strengths ― her amaazing australian accent. of course~! - the knowledge that her father is a Just and [mostly] caring olympian - zelda has never possessed "combat worthy" powers or gifts. while some others at camp lose what makes them powerful, or resourceful, she has always depended on learning and raw skill to make what gifts she does have, make their mark and thus, does not suffer in the same way they do -
virtues ― generous, lively, mature, youthful, accepting, understanding, curious,
weaknesses ―
vices ― stubborn, impulsive, vain,

history ― "Zelda" Casal came into the world during perhaps the only good 3 years of her mother's transient life. it was 1998. Marujenia Casal had just run from her home in Sydney, Australia. convinced she was going to elope with the woman she thought loved her just as dearly as she did her, maru threw away everything to make the bold leap of faith. only to have her heart broken, her reputation further tarnished and sense of self completely lost. the young woman fled regardless to America and found a temporary home in New Orleans. the sights, the sounds, the music; she got lost in them all. as did Hermes, it seemed. that's when her problems really melted away. the two met in a decently mundane setting~ sort of....
maru was feeling peckish, and with mardi gras on, she took the opportunity not just to celebrate, but to indulge in some pickpocketing. she knew it was easy pickens. and who new what people would have on them. as she made her way through the parade, a colourful mask over her face and her once, "wedding dress" hugging her figure, her crossbody bag began to fill. slowly. but steadily. and she didn't regret any of it. hermes, of course, decided to get out and enjoy the celebrations himself. so into the crowd he ventured. what came next, he still talks about~
maru found herself beside a rather handsome pepper haired man. and when she thought "rather handsome" it really meant "god damned, smoking hot". he didn't notice her. not yet. though he was well aware of her presence. "is she wearing a wedding dress?"
it wasn't until a large beach ball, of all things, entered the crowd. hermes released a laugh and reached up to continue sending it on its way. only for maru to spy the crisp leather wallet stuffed in his underwear waistband.
without a second thought, she thrust her hand out, took the wallet and fled again for a new victim.
it took hermes far longer than it should have to realize his wallet was missing. the feeling of having lost something just hit him and he was on the run for his wallet. naturally, he was led right to it. only to witness marujenia stealing her fourth wallet.
he cried out for her to halt her actions, causing a chase through the crowded streets till maru eventually hit a dead end. the bottom of her dress was stained brown thanks to the unexpected morning rain, and her mask was bound to fall from her eyes any moment.
it did. directly to the cobblestone at maru's feet. she was too stunned and scared to do anything. as was hermes.

to make a very long story, very short, hermes confronted marujenia before he forgave her for her actions and let her keep the wallet. he was so impressed. beyond. that he offered to buy her dinner; as long as she joined the parade with him again. they could swipe more as a team.

many months passed, and maru very quickly left her old love behind her for a new love with hermes. they treasured eachother, and revelled in each other's talents, oddities, and perfections. maru fell pregnant in 1999. hermes remained with her for her 9 months of pregnancy. by that time, she knew who he and what he was. she knew the dangers of having his child. they hadn't planned it. but they didn't run from it either.

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Day of the Email​

February 1st​

Oxford University, UK​

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The day the email arrived, Anastasia Kira Alonsie, was in her afternoon lecture at Oxford University. The small class of 38 students had just finished taking their seats. The noise wasn't eliminated yet, as they fished in their bags for computers, pens, papers and textbooks. Not that Annie minded just yet. She was too busy fishing out her own things. Her notes were first to emerge, then her pointer, pens, and her laptop. The 31 year old pushed everything else aside, including her tea, to plug it into the overhead projector. Normally, teachers used the in built computers and simply signed into their accounts to get things started faster, but Annie wasn't exactly a normal teacher. She didn't trust the system anyways. Anything could go wrong, and she trusted her material above all things. The process was longer, but it was worth it when her students actually learnt something. It was what made her a favourite at the university. Even if she was only there twice a week.
"I want to see every one of your charts finished by the end of this lecture. I don't care if you've done it already or if you scribble it now. Just make sure it's right." She addressed her class distractedly. Not that they noticed. Yet.
While she waited for the technology to do its thing, her mind wandered off to the lottery being drawn that morning. Despite her insistence that she didn't need it, Rosie took control of the situation and Annie's name now rested among the potential candidates. She wondered if she might be chosen. She would take it. In a heartbeat; as much as she says otherwise. Still there was fear that she would be picked.
Her thoughts had consumed her so much that a loud shout from one of her students snapped her out of her gaze on the floor. Annie's eyes widened in surprise at herself, and at the sudden loud noise. Immediately her attention went to Tom in the highest row. He was almost as genius as her. Almost.
With a laugh of surprise, Annie put her hands on her hips. "Was that necessary Tom?!" The poor boy sunk in his seat with red cheeks, causing majority of the class to laugh. Annie couldn't help but do so as well. She shook her head and re-positioned herself in front of her computer to begin the lesson, all the while her students continued to tease Tom.
"Alright, alright. Calm down people, it's just a-" Annie stopped dead in her tracks. Her mind stopped working for a moment. There was no way. The students already paying attention to the screen in front of them began to whisper to each other in realisation of what was on it. Unbeknownst to Annie [mildly to Rosie] the students caught word of their lecturers entry into the draw. They spoke no word of it. Till now.
"Oh my god. She got in." A stunned student right up the front, Elizabeth her name was, spoke out loud and didn't regret it. Majority of the class turned to her same as Annie did. Everyone had some sort of accusatory look on their face.
Annie spluttered for a moment. "How did you-?"
Almost as quick as she was cut short, Annie emitted a shout along with some of the students. Rosie [who knew], had just come crashing in through the wooden classroom with her laptop in her arms and a look of glee spread across her features for her genius best friend.
"Kira! You won't believe-!" Rosie cut herself short when she registered Annie's face. She looked pissed. While her students were pissing themselves laughing.
"Oh....oh...I am so-Oh hey! You've seen the email!" The students still amazed by their class events hollered and cheered. They probably didn't mean to mock their lecturer. She'd get them back for it later. "I'm gonna need a moment people~"
Annie breathed a deep sigh of dis-contempt as Rosie came closer so they could analyse the email together. This had better be worth it.
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Day 0 - Sendoff​

March 1st​

JFK Airport​

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If Annie hadn't needed to go through the motions [those being customs and the likes] she could have avoided this royal mess. The flock of news reporters, photographers and journalists in her way made it very hard to concentrate on one thing. Her own private jet had landed on the air strip, and she got a glimpse of the LifeCom plane on her way inside. The wind was a little heavy when she arrive, so she rushed it. But that was an hour ago. It was more than just formalities. The only real piece of advice given to her so far was to make sure she turned up at the gate. Just like everyone else, anyone who cared would know she made it on to the trip.
Annie was just glad the bottle neck wasn't as drastic as Rosie made it out to be over the phone. On her way in, she needed to hang up on her best friend, but having her support till then made it a little easier to breath when strangers began hounding her as she approached the gate. The man and the woman with her, courtesy of her parents greatest concerns, were on the job to allow Annie to pass through unharmed. As much as she really hated the statement she made, she did not want to suffer an attack in front of millions.
Her carry on luggage rolled across the floor by her side as she stepped up to the cheery airport staff. The sign above her head made her smile a little as they searched for her name and readied themselves for their last escort.
"Ms. Alonsie. This way please." The kindest face Annie had ever seen stepped from nowhere and gestured for Annie to join him.
With a smile, she turned to the two behind her. "Thank you both, for your help. I hope my mother paid you well," she mused. They were only around for an hour or so.
The male, Alex, shook his head with a laugh. "It was our pleasure. But our job isn't done yet."
Annie's smile fell into a grimace for a moment. Just what she didn't want.
She nodded and faux shrugged herself back around to follow. "I'm sorry, what was your name?" Her guide turned to her. "Simon. Miss." The young man set them all up in the cart, and before she knew it, Annie was stepping out on to the tarmac and bidding goodbye to the bodyguards that stood at the end of the stairs. Her black boots clicked on the metal all the way up, most probably alerting people inside to her presence.
When she stepped inside she was greeted by staff. Annie had only smiles for them as she went further in. The space was lavish. She wasn't surprised to find it far more lavish than her ride there. She was asked ever so kindly if she'd like a drink by a man to her left.
"Yes. Earl Grey tea, half a sugar, please. Thank you."
As her eyes began to meet people, she copped nerves. A breath in, and one out would do for now. Each "winner" she passed held a beauty she was pretty sure she expected. Events like this just loved to turn out that way. The other girls appeared younger than herself, but what she to know yet. Each one obviously held a pretty stark contrast to herself and each other. Even the men she eyed momentarily had their stark differences....and their great attributes. Still offering polite smiles to the people she still wasn't ready to talk to yet, Annie continued down the plane to a seat not far off from a pretty well dressed man. He sported a tamed beard and a strong look. He was handsome. Though it looked like she was assisting another beautiful woman with her luggage. for a moment she thought the scene was adorable. The three of them were farthest down. She liked not having eyes behind her. It calmed her nerves.
It only took her picking up her luggage to realize her short height would be no match for the overhead. She shook her head at herself and opted to pull out a couple things before she committed to the struggle of her life.
While she set herself up, a hostess walked over with a gentle smile. "Ms Alonsie. Your tea." She held forward a warm cup. Annie could see the steam rising from the tea she asked for. "Thankyou. Oh, could I get some help?" The taller woman smiled. "Not a problem."
Annie was quick to close her bag up and the hostess easily placed it in the overhead.
"Let me know if there's anything else you need. Enjoy your flight Ms Alonsie."
Quite satisfied with her place now, Annie began removing her coat. All the while eyeing her tea. She hadn't had anything since her flight. Come to think of it, she wondered if she could grab a snack as she sat. In front of her was her journal, a case of writing utensils, her tea, and her favourite book.

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The Jack of Clubs
"Ezra "Z" Jasper"
Casino City Cemetary
December 15th 2027
8:00am - Home
It's mornings like this one that Ezra has always dreaded the most. By the time she wakes up, her bodily functions have pretty much slowed to a crawl, and lord above does her readiness to lose life grow. Her body doesn't make any physical changes, not yet, but it sure does feel like it has. With a groan, Ezra pulled herself out of bed to prepare for her day. Typically, the 15th was saved for rest and "recovery" but she'd made plans for herself this time 'round, and intended on completing them. After a big breakfast, and an hour of straight exercise, Ezra got herself in the shower. She sang. Very loud. Too loud....and when that was all over a pair of steel capped boots, a jumpsuit, white tee and satisfactory hair sufficed for her outfit. Not uncomfortable, but not a fashion no either. She couldn't help it. Her pride was an easy vice of her's. That being said, she planned on getting her hands plenty dirty today. There were a couple of properties and apartments she needed to visit within her sector, and plans that needed to be drawn up with some on-site check up's. Nothing special. If she had the time, she would blow out a candle before her van arrived.

day - Out
Ezra's day turned out pretty much exactly the way she hoped. She put the pain in the back of her mind and focused on every one of her tasks with what diligence was due. Every site she travelled to felt different from the next, as they do, but her work ethic stayed the same. Her first drop-off was at a job Gentry was working on. He would be arriving on site at any minute, so all she needed to do was drop off her rendered designs, and he would do what he liked. It was very often, no matter who was completing a job, that the final product strayed from the original design; but that was the beauty of it all. Ezra listened and learned and drew and when others saw what she realised, then they understood what they really wanted for their clients.
The next job was a little more tasking. When the on-site workers [those who laid the foundations like herself] saw her condition, however, they insisted she not do any heavy lifting. She made the excuse of being sick, again. Low and behold, the woman who usually drives her to and from the cemetery was present. So, of course, she attested to that and the group got on with their jobs. Ezra stuck to drawing plans, taking measurements, notes, considerations, and keeping the flow of work even. She was there the majority of the day, 11 or 12 full hours, before she made her leave.
One smaller drop off came after. More plans, more rendered designs. The very last held her up about an hour. For a very successful team, the builders were only human [majority of them in Casino City were anyways] and made mistakes. Gladly she stayed to aid in the fix before once again, she was off. By the end of the day, she was confident her fellow Clubs would be happy with the preparation she'd extended for them all. More than. For almost being a corpse again, she did pretty well this time around. For all she knew, next month she'd be bedridden. Ezra was glad she'd taken advantage of it.

9:30 - Home
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Claire~ happy birthday to you." The brownie in Ezra's hands trembled for a moment before her cool breath blew out the candle atop it. She wasn't one for singing. But she wasn't terrible. 'Happy Birthday" was her best song. By far. She softly made a wish for the woman who had so kindly given her body to her for the last month. "Thank you Claire~ I hope you're at peace." Claire Karster was the elderly woman who's body Ezra had been borrowing for the past month. According to her obituaries, she was a kind and gentle woman. She'd never done a bad thing in her life.
Ezra liked to know who she was bringing back. In a way. It made her feel a little peace. Especially when she had to give them up again. She remembered every one of them. It was easy to when you were blessed [or cursed] with an unmatched memory [matched only of course to her other Clubs].
As she bit into her chocolate treat, a sudden pain wracked Ezra's chest. "Shite!" She stepped back in shock, and consequently, dropped her half-eaten brownie. "Oh. Oh okay," she huffed. It had come from her heart, obviously. It was failing. Fast.
With a shake of her head, she rubbed her chest with one hand and bent to pick up the spoiled food with the other. In the process of standing again, her eyes scanned the clock on her kitchen counter. It was nearing 10:00, which was when "her team" would arrive.
With a nod of her head, Ezra left everything to shower quickly. She couldn't possibly return Claire as a sweaty mess. Following that she had a duty to put on corpse ready clothing. There was nothing to it. Just a simple pair of grey trackpants, a singlet and a pair of thongs [or flippity flops of you like~]. By the time she was done, she heard her doorbell ring.

11:57 - Sacred Hill
By this time it had been close to 2 hours since they arrived at the cemetery, and Ezra still has not passed on. These operations don't usually take so long, but this one, in particular, seems to want to be difficult. She was sprawled out in the back of one of the van's, talking quietly with the female driver she'd been working with all day. About anything and everything. ezra was in the middle of her sentence when the real pain hit. "But that then begs the question. How would inertia affect- Woah!" The driver brought a walkie to her lips and spoke quickly when she saw the look on Ezra's face. It said. "See you soon."
The heaviness in her head grew, and any extra weight her body used to have, made its vengeful return. Ezra could feel her face changing without her consent. Bit by bit. Just minutes later, her heart followed too. Then, like wildfire, Ezra's organs shut down, till her brain realised it should follow suit. All the while, she writhed pain.

12:00 - Sacred Hill
Ezra blinked, suddenly unable to see or hear a thing. A faint stench met her nose as she took a deep breath in. She was quick to realise she didn't need to do that, however, and closed her mouth. But again, she felt the need to breathe. "No, no, no thank you." She just hoped it would go away soon. She'd just need to distract herself. Inspect her body as much as she could manage. Begin morphing.
Overall, she felt lively. Sprite even. This body was young. A young female's body. That worried her, but it would be good in the long run. Besides, she would investigate later. She felt tall, but she couldn't tell, and she was almost certain there was a very nice head of hair on her head. She brought her hands to her body from her sides, slowly, careful to not move faster than she should. They came to her face and gently felt around so she could begin doing what felt right. Her face morphed into the one she knew, and even her body changed off of muscle memory. She kept the height, certain it was at least an inch taller than original Ezra and lost quite a bit of hair to regain her edgy cut. Everything started to feel right again. But she quickly met her threshold, 12 or 13 minutes later when she realised she should be making noise. "Oh. Right. Here's goes nothing." The devices her fossor's used would be able to detect which plot she was in. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HEY HELLO, IM IN HERE. THIS ONE." She smacked her fists against the wood and silk above her to cause tremors in the dirt surrounding her device of torture. "OOOO BABY DO YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT. OOO HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH." She'd been listening to it in the shower. "THEY SAY IN HEAVEN, LOVE COMES FIRST." She really loved her coping mechanism. It helped with the claustrophobia. "OHH HEAVEN IS A PLACE AND A HEARRRTH" But it had to stop at some point. So she stopped 2 minutes into the song..... Now all that was left to do was wait. "oh my God. you've forgotten. you arse~ that's not how the song goes!-"
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BASICS AND APPEARANCE

Full Name: Anthony Steven Rashford
Nickname: Tony, Steve, whatever you think of
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Godly Parent: Asclebius
Face-Claim: Bertie Gilbert
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: blue
Height: 5ft9in
Weight: 75kg
Tattoos/Markings: none
Distinguishing Features: What makes them recognizable

PERSONALITY
Personality:
Strengths/Virtues: Three minimum
Weaknesses/Vices: Three minimum
Quirks:
Likes: Five minimum
Dislikes: Five minimum

BACKGROUND
History:
Theme Song: Optional

Note: History can be as long or short as you want. You can add how your character met another one, if you so desire. Relationships between characters can be worked out separately.

POWERS AND ABILITIES
Powers: Not quite a power but his mind is programmed for medicine, able to diagnose a patient by sight of most minor illnesses and injuries and is a quick learner in all things medicine.
Skills: First aid and general medicine, cooking, saxophone
Weapons: Spear if not a staff
Other: Any other information you want to add.

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    DAUGHTER OF ATHENA
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    jordan angeles de la vega.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]nickname[/div] jordy, vega.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]age[/div] seventeen.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]gender[/div] cis-female.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]s. orientation[/div] bisexual.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]child of[/div] athena; goddess of wisdom.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]face claim[/div] kaia gerber.
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    [div class=circlePicture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/dca4a71fa909f550e563215823962cf3/tumblr_inline_oyniwmXQTs1rv0vwh_540.gif'); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] [div class=circlePicture style="background-image: url('https://66.media.tumblr.com/aec904a03f4f88e2d71e19592f66f9db/tumblr_inline_oynj2jAwyT1rv0vwh_540.gif'); background-position: 50% 50%;"][/div] [/div]
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]hair[/div] dark brown hair with a slight gradient effect into a lighter brown (she's certain it bleaches in the sun). it is naturally wavy.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]eyes[/div] dark brown.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]height[/div] five foot, nine inches.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]weight[/div] here
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]tattoos[/div] she has none, though she wants one.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]piercings[/div] just her earlobes.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]dist. features[/div] her distinctive hair color, her piercing glare. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class="content content2"] [div class=scroll] [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]personality[/div] jordan is independent, and stubborn to the point she refuses to ask for help, and if she was in need, she would reject someone's offer. her stubborn nature appears in most aspects of her life, and it can be hard to sway her opinions or make her do something she personally decided she won't. she tends to not show her emotions either, as jordan is reserved and she doesn't want to bother others with her problems.

    jordan also gets easily frustrated when things don't go the way she planned, but she will still tirelessly work towards that goal. her determined and headstrong exterior can be off putting to many, and she can seem uptight. despite this, Jordan is witty and humorous and can enjoy a good time, and is known to be quite daring and playful. it is mainly her kindness and caring attitude that seems hard to find, since she really only shows it to people begins to like and care about as friends.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]virtues[/div] ambitious, pragmatic, independent, dedicated
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]vices[/div] cunning, competitive, stubborn, reserved
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]quirks[/div] wrings her wrists when deep in thought or nervous, tends to curse or mutter in spanish.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]likes[/div] rain, thunderstorms, sudoku, nighttime, reading, rock climbing.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]dislikes[/div] spiders, failing to solve problems, her dyslexia and adhd, white chocolate, tomatoes.
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    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]history[/div] jordan was handed over to her father by athena, and whilst he lost the intelligent woman he fell in love with, his heart was captivated by the baby she gifted him. the man called the child jordan. in every way, jordan then grew up as a normal girl. perhaps intelligent beyond her years, but it was just her and her father, and that was fine with her. her life was perfectly normal, perfectly happy.

    but then jordan's father found another woman to love. and that woman had one child of her own, three years younger than Jordan. the couple quickly married by the time jordan was 10, and her step-mother managed to sway the attention towards her child, as well as their new born twins that arrived a month after the marriage. it seemed jordan's father was so love struck that he forgot about jordan. obviously, Jordan was still clothed, fed and loved, but much of the new couple's time was focused on her step-siblings instead. the young female quickly found the best way to get more attention from them was to get glaringly good marks, and she also found it quite easy to excel.

    jordan was pushed around by her younger step sibling, and being sick of not having her father to herself anymore, jordan, at age eleven, decided her best chances were to run away. it had been a whole day away from home, when the first monster attacked. at her young age with no defenses and no idea what was going on, jordan, again, decided her best chances were to run away. soon more monsters came, but she also ran across the street in front of her father, who'd been frantically driving around searching for his daughter.

    after narrowly escaping with their lives, her father immediately told her about the truth of her birth mother. jordan attended camp from then on. there, she was respected and cared for. but every year, she had to return home to the continued maltreatment she received from her step-family. her siblings pushed her around, despite their age, and her step-mother spat at her like she was a bastard born in the seventeenth century. jordan keeps this truth from her father, and simply keeps her head up, looking forward to her next summer at camp.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]theme song[/div] here [/div] [/div] [div class="content content3"] [div class=scroll] [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]powers[/div]
    xxx→ enhanced intelligence - alike most of her siblings, jordan is incredibly smart, though it isn't particularly a "power" in the common sense when referring to demigods.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]weapons[/div]
    xxx→ jordan's main weapon is a celestial bronze staff, concealed in a hand-held size device (obviously, her staff is bronze and not silver like in the gif). each end also has a hidden blade that extends from pressing a button where her hand sits normally.
    xxx→ a large celestial bronze dagger.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]skills[/div]
    xxx→ weaving - jordan has weaved once, though it seemed as if she was a practiced professional. not a very useful skill, but one she has nonetheless.
    xxx→ polyglot - jordan grew up bilingual, learning spanish and english. her godly blood gives her greek, and she is currently learning french and mandarin.
    xxx→ battle strategy - hours of studying, even in her sleepless nights in combination with her parentage has led jordan to be among the best strategists at camp. she often uses these skills in battle or in preparation.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]strengths[/div] agile + strong, hand-to-hand + close quarter combat, quicker thinker + good with battle strategy.
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]weaknesses[/div] terrible with ranged weapons, low endurance (due in part to her insomnia), struggles fighting with others (unless she's giving orders).
    [div class=block style="background: -webkit-linear-gradient(30deg, var(--color-g1a), var(--color-g2a));"]other[/div] she has been suffering from insomnia for the past year. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div]
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REMY ALTO

REMY ALTO/REE/MALE/BI/APHRODITE

APPEARANCE
185CM ∣ 72KG
INDIGENOUS BRAZILIAN
RAVEN HAIR ∣ DARK CHOCOLATE EYES
SLENDER ∣ ECTOMORPH
HELIX IN LEFT EAR ∣ EARLOBES PIERCED x
TATTOOS x/x
g l a s s e s
HE'S COLOR BLIND
THEME SONGS
Carmen - Lana Del Rey
PERSONALITY
He is not antisocial, but he's definitely a bit more shy than the rest of Aphrodite kids. He doesn't know his way around words and tends to stutter and blush sometimes. Remy would rather listen than talk and gives pretty good advice due to his experience of being a rather trusted person. It doesn't hurt that he is observant and sensitive to the surroundings. He is sensitive to others' needs too and very empathetic. Instead of offering a shoulder to cry on, he'll cry with you. He is reliable and has a very strict moral compass he follows. You can reveal any secrets to him, and he'll take them to the grave with him. He's not interested in gossip but the wellbeing of others. He'll forgive you if you betray him and go against his morals but he will never forget. The boy actively puts others before himself and pats himself on the back for being a good 'dad'.

However, he's not all rosy and without problems. He likes to bottle up his emotions to avoid problems. This causes him to carry lots of emotional baggage and grudges. He hates asking for help, and would much rather tackle his problems alone. He's insecure, caring a lot about what others think of him. Nonetheless, he's still friendly and likes to keep everyone entertained around himself. As long as the others are happy, so is he. A welcoming mat that is easy to step on would be a good way to describe him. Sometimes, however, he is not that truthful and likes to tell little white lies to get out of uncomfortable situations and keep everyone happy. He's afraid of conflict and would rather sweep problems under the rug and live a happy, peaceful life with his arms linked with his friends. Remy lives in his own little bubble, always head up in the clouds. He's a very creative soul, dreaming and fantasizing. He is in his own utopia to escape the dangerous world out that is out there, coming for all the demigods.​

VIRTUES; PATIENT, CLEVER, MEDIATOR, STRONG INTEGRITY, AMIABLE

VICES; LIAR, CLUMSY, NON-CONFRONTATIONAL, NAIVE, ENVIOUS

QUIRKS: FIDDLES WITH HIS HAIR A LOT, LICKS THE CORNERS OF HIS LIPS WHEN NERVOUS, CONSTANTLY HUMMING, ALWAYS PLAYING THE GUITAR WHEREVER HE GOES

LIKES: PLAYING THE GUITAR, TANNING, COOKING, ARCADE GAMES, DRAWING PORTRAITS OF HIS FRIENDS
DISLIKES: SOCIAL MEDIA, SPICELESS FOOD, HEIGHTS, RATS, RAIN, LOUD NOISES

HISTORY

HE WAS BORN TO JOÃO ALTO, A MAN FROM THE INDIGENOUS AWÁ TRIBE OF BRAZIL AND APHRODITE, MASKING HERSELF AS A WOMAN NAMED KIKI. JOÃO WAS A POOR STREET BUSKER LIVING IN SAO PAULO. SOMETIMES, THINGS GOT REALLY TOUGH AND HE'D HAVE TO RESORT TO PROSTITUTION. MOST OF HIS CLIENTS WERE OLD LONELY MEN AND WOMEN LOOKING FOR FUN. HE DID NOT ENJOY HIS JOB AT ALL. ALONG CAME APHRODITE, WHO TOOK INTEREST IN HIM AS HE SAW HIM SINGING IN THE STREET. JOÃO WAS, OBVIOUSLY, SMITTEN BY HER BEAUTY. SHE USED HIS 'SERVICES' AND THAT WAS THE ONLY TIME THAT JOÃO WOULD ENJOY THAT JOB. HE NEVER SAW 'KIKI' AGAIN AFTER THAT NIGHT, BUT AFTER 9 MONTHS A CHILD APPEARED ON THE DOORSTEP OF HIS RATHER SAD LOOKING APARTMENT.

AND SO REMY WAS BORN, 16TH OF OCTOBER THEY ASSUME. HE IS A LIBRA, THE SCALES THAT WERE DESTINED TO CRAVE BALANCE. JOÃO COULD NOT AFFORD AND WAS NOT READY TO TAKE CARE OF THIS CHILD. HE SENT REMY TO BE TAKEN CARE OF BY HIS GRANDMOTHER WHO STILL LIVED WITH THE TRIBE. THEY BEGRUDGINGLY ACCEPTED THEIR NEW MEMBER. YES, MY FRIENDS, REMY LIVED IN THE AMAZON FOR THE FIRST 7 YEARS OF HIS LIFE, HIS FATHER VISITING HIM A FEW TIMES A YEAR WHENEVER HE COULD. HE FOUND BALANCE AND FAMILIARITY FROM THAT TRIBE AND HATED THE IDEA OF HAVING TO MOVE AWAY.

HIS TRIBE COULDN'T HATE HIM, FOR HE WAS SO SOFTSPOKEN AND SO WELL-BEHAVED. HE HAD THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL AND NEVER FOUGHT WITH OTHER KIDS. EVERYBODY LOVED REMY TO A CERTAIN AGE. HE WAS JUST AS ARTISTICALLY INCLINED AS HIS DAD, YOU'D THINK THAT HE WAS A CHILD OF APOLLO! WHEN JOÃO WAS FINALLY FINANCIALLY IN AN OK PLACE, HE DECIDED TO RAISE HIS SON. WHEN REMY WAS 9 YEARS OLD, HE JOINED HIS FATHER IN SAO PAULO. HE FELT TERRIBLE WHEN THE FAMILIAR SCENE CHANGED SO ABRUPTLY. IT WAS AWFULLY AWKWARD SINCE HE WAS NOT USED TO HIS DAD AT ALL. HE PLAYED THE GUITAR AND SANG WHILE HIS JOÃO SAT IN THE BACK, OCCASIONALLY ACCOMPANYING HIM. HE WAS AMAZED, REMY WOULD ATTRACT PASSERBYS AND WHEN HE FLASHED HIS SWEET SMILE, THEY GAVE THEM MORE THAN A PENNY.

HE WAS SPOTTED BY A PASSING SATYR WHEN HE WAS 11. TAKEN TO CHB, HE FOUND IT HARD TO ADAPT AT FIRST. HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY TO ADAPT, THE OTHER KIDS LOOKED SCARY FOR THE BOY. EVENTUALLY, HE STARTED OPENING UP A BIT MORE AS HE GOT USED TO THIS SCENERY. HE COULDN'T SPEAK ENGLISH, BUT THAT APPARENTLY DID NOT STOP HIM FROM DROPPING A FEW 'OBRIGADO' S AND A SMILE. NOWADAYS HE STILL ROLLS HIS R'S AND HAS HIS WAY AROUND LIES AND SWEET COMPLIMENTS. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS HE STILL SOMETIMES MISSES THE TRIBE AND FEELS TRAPPED IN THE CAMP.

POWERS

VARIATION OF CHARMSPEAK - HE CAN MAKE PEOPLE DO HIS BIDDING ONLY WHEN HE TOUCHES THEM AND HOLDS DIRECT EYE-CONTACT. HE DOESN'T LIKE TO USE THIS POWER AS IT MAKES HIM FEEL LIKE HE'S ABUSING SOMEONE.

SKILLS
HE'S REAL GREAT IN ARCHERY
HE'S A GOOD MEDIATOR AND COMMUNICATOR

DRAWBACKS; HE NEEDS TO KEEP EYE-CONTACT AND PHYSICAL CONTACT WHILE USING HIS POWER OR ELSE IT WILL BE EASY TO RESIST. HE CAN ONLY USE THIS ON ONE PERSON AT A TIME. REMY IS IN A SORT OF A TRANCE TOO WHEN HE USES HIS POWERS AND IS SENSITIVE TO PHYSICAL ATTACKS.

WEAPONS; HE USES A BOW AND AN ARROW WITH CELESTIAL BRONZE TIPS

STRENGTHS: HE'S VERY QUICK AND FLEXIBLE, VERY FAST REFLEXES

WEAKNESSES: HE'S NOT VERY STRONG AND PERFORMS POORLY UNDER PRESSURE
This RP has nothing to do with PJO even though the character name is the same.
He had to search for a reason for a while. He couldn't really pin this one particular moment that would make flying impossible to him. There wasn't any specific trauma that would scar him so bad that he'd refuse to even think about flying. It just...sent shivers down his spine. Remy put his thinking face on, licking the corner of his lips again. There were multiple reasons why no one should fly, and he was not about to state them all here and now. He was a busy person, or so he liked to think of himself. The boy was busy enough to seemingly have time to read books and argue with people that were less than his own size over something as simple as flying. "I have just come to the conclusion that no one sane should fly," he stated in an all-knowing voice, perhaps taking a jab at the girl and mocking her lack of aforementioned sanity.
All those injuries and stories about what has happened to people while they were flying were not so fun to listen to. It was like a gradual buildup that kept piling fear and instilling it on the boy. Besides, he had seen quite the injuries himself. His fear of flying probably related someway to his general fear of heights. He always felt dizzy and like he was going to faint when he was looking down from some high place. Flying many kilometers an hour in the air while soaring through those said heights did not sound like a good idea to Remy.


She folded the handkerchief, first in half, then in a small quarter. The boy took a closer look at it, leaning closer to see better. It kept surprising him that she apparently was good at making these intricate little details while retaining her large and boisterous personality. It was almost intimidating. She was messy yet so refined? And he thought that his own traits contradicted with each other! He didn't comment on her work just yet, but you could see from his gestures that he was satisfied with her work. Nodding slowly, he even approved of her work. He wondered what else she could do. What else could those fragile and slender fingers do, what else did her seemingly sharp mind hide?


He wasn't really fooled with her poor cover-up on the topic of who she was making these for. Who was she pouring her blood, sweat, and tears for? Who deserved all these intricate details? Remy was observant enough to notice the hesitation in her body language and speech. She liked to knit sweaters, and? "Little sweaters?" he asked for a follow-up from her. He thought that she must have had some kind of an animal, perhaps one of those cats some students had. Maybe she knit them for the cat? Eventually, he gave up as she told him that she did it for nothing or no one particular. What a waste of talent! Perhaps she was just practicing. Practice makes perfect, that was something Remy often heard. He had the patience and attention span of a toddler, so he could never succeed in the same things as Dinara did. He wouldn't dare to mock her anymore, she was admirable in his eyes now. She had something he lacked.

She seemed to have a creative streak too, even if hers was much different from his. Remy's only creativity would come out as music, maybe writing poems sometimes and pass it off as lyrics. He would never, ever tell her that he liked to write poems, he found it a hobby that was too embarrassing to be told to others. You could call it sexist or something along the lines of trendy topics like that, but he did not like to associate himself with feminine things. He was a manly man! Masculine! Maybe one day after she had proved her trustworthiness to him and he'd bring his last defensive, manly walls down. It would be a long process, but with Dinara, it all seemed to speed up remarkably. She told him things that she had never told these things to anyone else, and he'd do the same thing for her in return one day. A true man kept his word, right?

She started her theatrical performances again, rubbing her arms and hands like she was going to freeze and roll over to her demise any moment now. He watched her make a fake sneeze and scoffed. "I am not cold, I'm far from being cold!" he insisted that she was wrong. There was lots of passion in him, he wasn't just a cold shell. Enough for him to share it with others! Dinara should just wait to see him angered if she wanted to see 'cold'. He'd freeze you with your gaze and tear you down if you'd anger him. Watching her flail her arms carelessly, he clicked his tongue. She didn't look like a person who had actually fought someone before. Let's just say that all-boys schools in his past were wild...

"Are you implying that I'm not usually nice- you know what? Never mind," he crossed his arms over his chest to signal his defensiveness again. What was there to be nice about? If she didn't like it, fine. He'd just be a worse version of himself around her. Somehow she seemed to like his attentiveness but flicked him on the forehead for doing so? He didn't understand what these odd creatures called girls wanted!

He lifted a brow, just like he usually did, and questioned her new nickname for him. Rem? He could swear that had something to do with sleep. Rapid eye movement, wasn't that what REM stood for? He couldn't quite remember the meaning. He was surprised she used a nickname with him. He thought those things were reserved for people close to you. Friends, family, lovers only, not mere acquaintances and less-so rivals. If rivals had nicknames, they were usually a bit insulting, weren't they? Maybe she was just as confused about their status. He still hadn't made up his mind. Maybe they'd forever stay in this awkward state? Perhaps she had simply followed his suit, he did call her 'Miss pretty sunshine doll' or something of the likes of that before. He had never meant it as a compliment and she seemed to have failed to understand.

She plopped on her stomach and Remy instinctively moved a bit further away, crossing his right leg over his right one. Everything about his body language was almost always closed. He was unavailable. "If you're going to give me a nickname, give me a legitimate one," he tilted his head slightly. Licking the corner of his mouth in thought, he finally came up with one.

"How about...Gato?"

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Karma HouletteFull Name: Karma Houlette
Nickname: Quite a few nasty ones
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Godly Parent: Nemesis - goddess of balance, justice, and vengeance
Face Claim: Sita Abellan

Hair Color: It changes quite often, but her original hair color is chocolate brown
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 143 lbs
Tattoos/Markings: N/A
Distinguishing Features: Her serious stare, and maybe her hair.

Personality: Karma is friendly, but most certainly has a short fuse. That fiery temper can be an asset. When Karma is angry, she'll never play the passive-aggressive card. Passionate and independent, Karma will never do something just because everyone else is doing it, she's 100 percent committed to the tasks at hand. Loyal, smart, and impulsive, she always has multiple projects on her plate, and won't be satisfied until her work, social life, and personal life line up exactly with the dream life she envisioned. Most have trouble keeping up—but if they can, they'll have a friend for life in Karma. She will always tell you what she's thinking, with a frankness that may occasionally border on rudeness. But even if she seems overly blunt with their opinion, but that's only because she values honesty above all else. And it works both ways. While Karma may be the first to call you out, she'll also be the first to compliment you for a job well done.

Strengths/Virtues: Loyal, smart, and determined
Weaknesses/Vices: Assertive, aggressive and never forgets a insult
Quirks: Loves to collect things that are fashionable and wild, despises pixies, and curses in different languages.
Likes: Fashion, weapons, dealing karmic justice, unicorns, and frozen yogurt
Dislikes: Having her fortune told, pixies, being called short, Taffy and the rain
History: Karma was born in Marseille, France to a rough and tough good hearted artist. She was given to her father and told the truth of her heritage that day, her father took it surprisingly well. Raising the little fire starter wasn't much of a hassle for him, he let her be as creative as she wanted to, but set boundaries and morals to keep her in check. He never once lied to her about her heritage but made it clear she was never to tell anyone. Karma didn't think too much on it, if her mother was too busy for her kid, then Karma was too busy to even think of her. Being homeschooled most of her life, due to a few expulsions, she grew up around passionate and goal oriented people, who left little for kindness. Taking those personality traits she did well amongst her father's crowd and the fashion industry, but not well around most others.

Her father grew from a respected artist to a well known fashion designer during the first ten years of her life and took all of her restless energy and passion into modeling for her dad and training. If it wasn't for that training and a whole lot of luck Karma might not be alive. Three days after her thirteenth birthday she started to be able to feel the amount of luck others have around her and started attracting monsters. Having known what she was she thought she was ready, but really wasn't when she was attacked by some monstrous models at the studio. Using the birthday present she got from her mother and, unknowingly, her power she was able to scrape out of there and be ushered to Camp Half Blood. Adapting quite quickly to the regiments, she still misses her father and former career so she visits when she can.

Theme Song:

Powers: Tychokinesis- She had the ability to absorb and give anyone's luck through physical contact.
Skills: She's a skilled swordsman and very adept with a whip. Also she's good at going unnoticed when she wants to.
Drawbacks: To absorb others luck she requires physical contact. Also it's up to other players to play their loss of luck.
Weapons: She carries a sword that with a press of a button expands into a bladed whip. The weapon is hidden as a normal bracelet.
Strengths: Can fight both long and close range.
Weaknesses: It takes time for her to adjust from long range to close combat with her weapon.
Other: Karma surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, enjoys spending time with the Aphrodite kids and is friends with most of them.
She's trained extremely hard, not for the recognition of her godly parent, but to prove that she is strong enough to be able to live her own life back with the mortal world. She dreams of going back to modeling and helping her father and new stepmother out.



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coded by: _nechesyn​
Princess Yamil Illanya Zarikeit of Abroul
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Yamil nodded as Emara told her to fetch bucket of water. Going over to the bucket she took it quickly and filled it up as much as she could, before carrying it over to the stall she placed it before her. Sitting and watching as the herbalist took to heating the water and making the potion to heal the poor creature. Tamil watched and tried to learn as much she can from what the woman told and showed her. She stared in awe and took everything to memory.

After helping Emara with her duties Yamil wiped her brow and let out a heavy sigh. Smiling over at the mare who looked a bit better Yamil gently reached out her hand and caressed the gentle beast. It was warm, but not too much like she was before. The mare's fever had broken, she was glad that with a few more days of rest the mare would recover. Feeling the beast rest against her gentle palm Yamil's eyes shined with joy as she patted the mare a few more times doing her best not to get too excited and scare the mare. If it were up to her she'd have spent the rest of the evening sitting beside the gentle creature. However it was not up to her.

Atar cleared her throat to catch the princess's attention before stepping forward. "Now that your task is done, it is time for us to go, princess."

Yamil looked over her shoulder to Atar, she would have complained, but she made a promise. Looking a bit saddened the princess stood up and gave a solemn nod. "Yes. You are right Atar." Straightening up she brushed the dirt off her fine silk clothing and looked over to Emara. Giving her a kind smile she spoke warmly. "Thank you for letting me help. I know I don't have many skills but I appreciate you indulging me. I've learned much from this. I hope we can do it again Emara." Rasing her shoulders a bit she gave a bashful smile to the elderly woman.

"Alright, let us leave." Atar said raising her hand out to the princess.

Yamil waved goodbye to Emara, then turned back to Atar nodding softly as the two began to walk. They left the beautiful stable and up the long path to the royal quarters. The ground made of a strong glass that reflected the starry sky. Stars twinkled at their feet as if they were walking on the sky itself. Yamil skipped along the path as they entered past the Silver arch that was the entrance of the royal quarters. "I am so glad I could help out Emara and that mare. We should check on it tomorrow morning when we come for our lesson." Pausing as she stood in front of her home she looked back at Atar, "thank you for being so patient with me. I know you must have had a long day, too." She saw the gentle smile on Atar's face and then her bow. Now that she was in the castle formalities were much heavier here. Although Atar couldn't speak freely around here Yamil could understand what she was saying. "I'm glad you're by my side." Turning back she took a deep breath and stepped into the building. The instant the princess had entered into her princess chambers she was surrounded by her ladies in waiting.

"Princess! Where have you been?!" One of the ladies exclaimed her face painted in worry.

"You're covered fifth again." The other lady said as she looked at the dirt on her silk attire. "It will all have to come off." Taking her hand they dragged her down the long marble corridors and into the bathing and dressing rooms. Unable to get a word in edge wise with her ladies she was pushed through until some how she was sitting in her large room, in new silk clothing, surrounded by her ladies in waiting and holding a bowl of flowers to be put into her hair. She loved her ladies in waiting, but none of them were her own age. The twenty women in charge of her care were kind and loving, but it felt more like having twenty mothers than friends. Yamil knew it was a good thing, the women here were employees not slaves it is not a family duty to serve and most of the children in the royal palace are educated for free. While she is doing her princess duties they are off studying to strive to make this kingdom even better. It was a good thing, but what would she give to talk to someone her own age for a change.

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"Princess can you lift your head up a bit more." One of the ladies in waiting said, snapping Yamil out of her thoughts.

"Oh yes, of course." Yamil said as she lifted her head and looked out a the group of women who took care of her. The ornate crown was taken from it's Jade box and lifted up to be placed on her head.

"Are you feeling alright dear?" One of the women said softly as she leaned in closer to check on her. Yamil could see the soft wrinkles along her cheeks and eyes from smiling throughout the year. The look of worry for her didn't sit well with the princess, she'd much rather see her smile. Giving her own smile she nodded sliding the unpinned crown off her head and headed straight for the floor. Everyone's eyes widened in shock at what was about to happen. One woman let out a shocked scream as the delicate crown began to tumble. Thinking fast Yamil tossed the bowl of flowers out of her hand and went for the crown. Only barely managing to catch it before it crashed.

"Princess are you alright?!" Atar said as when she heard screaming she brust through the chamber doors spear ready for attackers. Only to see the princess holding a crown in her hand and everyone covered in flowers.

"I'm alright." She said nervously her body still shaking from the surprise. One of he ladies fell back into the arms of another the shock too much.

Lowering her spear Atar sighed, "at least you caught this one. Your reflexes are improving."

"Really?!" Yamil exclaimed as she raised her hands in excitement and the crown fell from her grasp.

"Your highness!!" One of the ladies exclaimed as she dived for the crown and caught it again.

"Sorry!" Yamil said giving a nervous smile.

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After regaining their calm and composure, Yamil was finally ready for dinner. Excited to see her mother again today she didn't want to wait in a dreary dining hall for her mother. Instead Yamil dashed passed the dining hall doors and made her way to one of the most protected spaces in the palace, the queen's chambers. Unlike Yamil's room that looked like a vast ballroom adorned with crystals and gems, the queen's room was a garden. Irrigation paths and plants grew all along the winding area of the queen's quarters, most of the plants native to her homeland far off in the east. Vibrant crimson shear curtains fell from the ceiling with bead dancing along with them. The room was always alive, animals and water sang through the halls as Yamil hopped over the water ways towards where her mother certainly was.

"Yes. Be sure to send extra soldiers along with the relief group to help survey the area. I'll be providing an extra stipend to allow them to hire mercenaries who know the lands better. We do not want any refugees to get separated. They've already been through enough. I'll be using the re purposed housing in the western district to house them. Since it is new, there will be enough room and a closer location to jobs for them if they so please." The queen said to one of the advisers and ladies in waiting. Each one female and adorned in gold and silk as many who the royals favor did.

"Mama!" Yamil called out as she saw her mother and ran across the shallow river to where she was sitting, accidentally splashing some of the other advisers. There were some soft shrieks of surprise from the women as they felt the water splash. Smiles forming on their faces from the respite of severity as they saw the sweet princess greet her mother. Leaping out she jumped into her mother's outstretched arms and hugged her mother tightly as she beamed with joy.

"Ah! My brilliant angel!" The queen called out as she wrapped her arms around her daughter and rolled onto her back and peppered the girl with kisses. Laughing together the two looked at each other and shined brightly in the room. The queen looked at her daughter, "seeing your beautiful face messages this day all the brighter" She said with a loving smile bad she poked her daughter's nose. "I'm sorry that I could not spend as much time with you as I usually do, my child."

"It's alright mama. You're working on welcoming the refugees from the neighboring kingdom. Are we giving them the repurposed home like I proposed. It has the most unoccupied buildings and they should be treated kindly and have a home here, not hold up in a tent. " Yamil said looking at her mother with softer but determined eyes.

"That I did child. It was a smart idea." The queen said.

"Ahem. Your majesties and royal advisers." One of the new staff said meekly as she looked at the two happily talking with one another. "I believe we have a guest arriving in the throne room." She said giving a low bow to the room.

The queen and princess sat up and looked over at the server and smiled brightly to each other. "Shall we, Mama?" The princess said extending her arm.

The queen giggled and hooked her arm into her daughters and nodded. "We shall, daughter." Gearing up the duo walked over the water and made their way down the hall to the throne room, their wet footprints leaving a trail behind.
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“I CAN’T TALK TO MY BIIIIIRD! D:”

Full Name:
Florin Davis
Nickname:
Kind of hard to nickname “Florin”.
Age:
16 years old
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
“Heterosexual, sorry boys. I still love you though. <3”
Godly Parent:
Apollo, god of the Sun, music, bad poetry, healing and lots of other random stuff.
Face-Claim:
Stephano Masciolini
Hair Color:
Fire Red
Eye Color:
Stormy gray
Height:
5’’7
Weight:
“Hey! ... Honestly I have no idea I haven’t stepped on a scale in ages! Haha!”
Tattoos/Markings:
No tattoos, maybe a light dusting of freckles across his cheeks, but that’s about it.
Distinguishing Features:
Always carrying a violin around in one of those drawstring backpacks, and a banjo strapped to his back. Seriously, this guy? Crazy.

Personality:
Always the optimist, Florin tends to lean towards humor to defuse a situation. Puns, memes, cheerful banjo music, anything. If he can avoid getting punched in the face with the use of a horse mask, he'll be happy. He's very hard to anger. But he does get heated about one specific subject- Bullying. He can and will beat any bullies over the head with a violin, so you have been warned.
Strengths/Virtues:
  • Agility
  • Positive mental attitude
  • Pun game on point
Weaknesses/Vices:
  • Afraid of the dark
  • Not physically strong
  • Heart on his sleeve
Quirks:
This entire guy is quirkiness, it’s one of his number one character traits. He totes around a violin and takes requests for the gods’ sake.
Likes:
~Music
~People in general
~BIRDS! AHHHH!
Dislikes:
-The dark
-Bullies
-Geese are jerks, man.

History:
Florin Davis is born to a famous Violinist named Edith Davis. She wasnt exactly sure what she would do with a son, but she was sure that she would handle it fine, especially after Apollo just randomly left. Edith tried to give her son a normal life, but she was constantly touring around the country so he never really got much of a chance to settle in one place. He made friends everywhere he went, though.

One day, on one of Edith’s rare days off, she took five year old Florin to the park, told him to have fun on the playground and sat down to watch him. A few minutes later, she was distracted when an old man in a dirty, burlap type shawl and robes shuffled over to her and sat down beside her. Edith tried to ignore the woman, but she’s was staring directly at her. She could feel the woman’s beady black eyes on her. But when she turned to question her, the woman spoke in an eerie dulcet tone.

“This... is a child of the sun... the light... do not let him be touched upon by the dark, lest that light be... snuffed out.”

Edit immediately became alarmed and looked back towards her son, who was happily playing in the sand and running around, like any other child there. When Edith looked towards the woman again, she was gone. Once Florin was swiftly rushed back to their “home on wheels” Florin developed a very sudden but very real fear of the dark, and to this day he still sleeps with a nightlight.

Theme Song:

Powers:
Bird Speak - He can talk to birds, for some reason. Incredibly useful power is useful.
Skills:
+Puntastic
+Virtuoso

Weapons:
έφεση- Èfesi.
I like to compare Florin to Orpheus. This special Violin he has is named έφεση, the Greek word for “appeal” as in appealing to the gods. When Florin plays it, if the music pleases any of the gods listening, they can decide to bestow a gift upon the violin and it’s player. Whether it’s a useful gift or not, that is up to the gods themselves.
Other:
He has a pet loon named Lora.

I will get the writing sample in, but I want to write something unique to Florin for once, so it maaaay take a little time. Bare with me here~
 
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    [ Rex Isabella Temple. ]
    ▌NAME: Rex Isabella Temple
    ▌NICKNAME: Isa (only by her sister)
    ▌AGE: 17
    ▌GENDER: cis-female
    ▌ORIENTATION: homosexual
    ▌CHILD OF: hades
    ▌FACECLAIM: lauren jauregui
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    x▌HEIGHT: five feet and eight inches
    x▌WEIGHT: 167 lbs.
    x▌HAIR: brown straight hair but dyed black now
    x▌EYES: green galaxies
    x▌TATTOOS: one, two, three, four
    x▌DIST FEATURES.: her tattoos, her pierced lip and nose, and her eyes
    x▌CLOSET: r e x

    x▌PERSONALITY: Rex is quiet. She doesn't like touch or being touch. Unless she invites it, otherwise don't. She isn't trusting of people she doesn't know, and once you break her trust, you might never get it back. Like her sister, she prefers to be alone. Unless El is around her. Her sister is the only bright light she likes to be around, she's the only one who knows the real her. She doesn't like adults, due to her father being the jackass he is and her mother never being around to even notice her. Her trust of adults is low as fuck. Rex isn't shy to say her opinion, and once you get on her nerves, you will here what she has to say. Doesn't care what damage it does, she will say it. She hates being around anyone who is cheery all the time. It's annoying as fuck. She's overprotective as fuck, like no one goes near her sister unless she allows it. Her sister is everything to her, the only person who really cares and knows her. So she has a issue of always trying to protect the girl who's supposed to be the older one.
    x▌VICES: overprotective, sneaky, sarcastic.
    x▌VIRTUES: brave, smart, caring
    x▌QUIRKS: smirks when she’s figured something out or have an crazy but smart plan.
    x▌LIKES: drawing, music, and slushies
    x▌DISLIKES: everyone aside from her older sibling, one direction, and dickwads
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    x▌THEME SONG: Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

    x▌BIO: Rex was born on a day that her mother hated. It was dark, rainy and gloomy. Not to mention, she had a child coming out from her you know whats. The father, a god had left soon after finding out that she was pregnant. The first guy she loved, and he left her with a child that she didn't really want either. Next thing you know, Rex was born. Her mother was a well-respected newspaper editor so she didn't really struggled for money. As soon as Rex was old enough to be raised by a nanny, she was. For the next couple years, Rex barely knew her mother. Only as Mommy who left her with strangers and came back to tuck her in. ( Rex had to beg for that. ) She was brilliant at school but never applied herself. She believed it was too boring and structured. She hated being touched by strangers, and hated her nannies. Soon after Rex turned 8, the nannies stopped. Her mother felt like she was old enough to be taking care of herself. Which she did. Up until her 13th birthday. She was left alone due to her mother always working. Something slammed the door open. A monster. Rex grew scared, and suddenly she was a shadow. The monster looked around but didn't find her. He started to destroy the things in her house looking for her. She got so scared that suddenly, she was traveling to a place. When she opened her eyes, a girl who looked like her kinda was standing over her. And a symbol of a horse. Turns out she had a bond unknowingly to her, to her sister. Her sister explained who their father was and what she did. When her mother found out, she threw a fit. Saying she was hoping that she was nothing like that man. Wishing that she had never been born. Rex snapped. Screaming that she didn't ever show that she loved her, and that she hated her mother. Grabbing everything she needed, Rex left never to return. She moved into camp as a year rounder joining her sister. She never talked to her mother, and her mother just ignored her pretending that she didn't have a daughter. She loved her new home, and her sister. Trusting only her, and changing the way she acted. She became badass Rex, the girl who hated touch ( due to growing up with no human contact aside from random people ) and protected her sister fearless.
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    x▌POWER:
    [shadow mimicry] Rex can transform into shadows. She can assume a two-dimensional form, extend outward to become a larger shadow, blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through them. She can also become a shadow or transport to their shadow of someone she had bonded with and trust deeply. Right now only her sister knows about this bond power and has one with her. She\e can call out to her using her shadow and she can feel if she’s in trouble. With this, she can always call to shadows and have them fight for her if she needs to.

    x▌DRAWBACKS:
    [shadow mimicry] Rex is totally useless in this form. She can’t fight or even try to defend herself. She is a shadow and you cannot hurt a shadow but that’s all she can do. She can travel through shadows as well but she must have an clear route and it’s very unstable because if she doesn’t know where she’s going. She can end up pretty anywhere dark. The bond power only works if Rex and the bonded person create a strong and stable bond. It will not work unless that happens. If the bonded person is in danger or killed, this power cuts Rex lifetime in half or she can save them by transforming her lifeforce to them. Again cutting her lifetime in half. Which is why it’s a last ditch effort. It is her only fear due to her sister being the only bonded person. She can't be a shadow while using the shadows to fight for her. They will disappear if she isn't controlling them and focusing.
    x▌STRENGTHS:
    [↳] her mind
    [↳] her braveness

    x▌WEAKNESSES:
    [↳] her sister
    [↳] her nontrusting ass

    x▌TRIVIA:
    [↳] she sings to her sister
    [↳] she reads, and writes music
    [↳] she's a teddy bear to her sister
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    Daughter of Athena

A New Beginning - Hogwarts RP
Mr. Christmas, he fought the urge to correct or change the nickname but absurdly he found himself liking it. It was better than Santa, thank you to the fifth years for that one, at any rate.

Small change? Small change if he cared to stop it? As if he'd care to stop it, the students would mourn the loss of his voice from the halls of Hogwarts - it was something that brightened the empty corridors and was certainly better than the paintings yelling or the sound of Peeves shrill wail. Everyone, barring one she-devil and apparently, the Headmaster would agree with him on that. He wasn't going to lie about the fact that that had dimmed his opinion of the Headmaster slightly, although the idea of gaining some change wasn't a bad one.

It was all still better than being told he was fired though.

The man's next words caught him off guard, he was being entrusted (albeit begrudgingly but he was going to choose to ignore that part) with the job of escorting the first years. He puffed out his chest slightly at the thought of it and tried and failed to keep the Cheshire cat grin off of his face.

A grin that was quickly wiped out by the Headmasters quiet threat.

If anyone ever asked him he'd deny it but under the Headmasters sharp gaze and clear threat Lance found himself folding inwards slightly, the idea of facing a muggle inquisition didn't sound good - from what little he could remember when it came to learning about it. History of Magic had never been his strong suit.

Now he did want to open up a betting pool, it was really the smart thing to do - looking out for his financial future should the worst ever happen. "Of course Wilson! Though if that ever does happen the reasons behind my, thankfully, hypothetical firing should not colour your view of me at all! Most of the reasons the Professors will come up with will have been greatly exaggerated or made up." Especially that one incident with the bathrooms on the third floor. Or the time he roped the first year defence class, when he was meant to be supervising their lesson whilst their Professor was in a meeting, into helping him try to catch Peeves. Or that time with the Mermaid, Black Lake and the Ravenclaw Prefect that Nat still hadn't gotten over.

It wasn't like the lad had been killed or anything, just roughed up a bit.

Actually, the betting pool might not be the best idea.

"Right! Thank you?" Lance hovered for a second before launching himself off of the desk and heading towards the door, "Don't worry Wilson! The little firsties will be safe with me...I'll guard them with my life and everything-" His eyes widened as a memory hit him, "And no students shall be lost...permanently maimed or harmed under my watch, you can trust me! The wee kids won't even get a headache."

He shot off a small wave as he exited the room, still not quite over the panic he'd felt when he'd first walked in.

And if he tripped on the way out and through the door he was glad that no one had commented on it.
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"Alright, midgets over here!" He called out as he neared the train the students were currently exiting, he waved and greeted some familiar faces and rolled his eyes as he was inevitably called Santa by a certain group of students. The students had finally arrived, the train had come barrelling in at full force in all its glory and Lance could finally do his job.

"Oi!" He jerked his wand towards a certain fifth year amidst the crowd that was greeting him and calling him Santa, they must have been trying to show off in front of the first years. "Flood the toilets again this year and I will end you Iain...I'll throw you in the lake or let Peeves have at you." The student merely nodded and hurried off, Lance chose to interpret the expression as one of fear rather than the more likely look of indifference.

The smoke funnelled out of the train and he took in the sight of the Hogwarts Express, he didn't usually get to see it and so when he could it was always quite the sight. It was a thing of beauty really. He waited and watched as the first years made their way over to him, "Is this all of you?" He scrutinised them for a second - he hadn't been given any kind of list so he'd have to hope for the best. "Well if it isn't it is now!" He shot them all a grin, looking like a cartoonish maniac as the light from the lantern illuminated his face. "The rest can be apparated home or something," He muttered quietly. Or just be rounded up by the older students and herded to the entrance hall to be sorted, "Don't worry! I'll look after you lot...you got lucky....you could have ended up with any of that lot." He nodded towards the direction of the castle where the Professors were, he knew that some of them would have been signing in the older students at the carts but the lucky first years were going to be taking the scenic route.

"Little bit of advice for you all as while I'm here I might as well impart my worldly wisdom, you should all be very terrified when you walk into Charms as the Professor is an evil witch, should never mess with the ghosts, trust the flying Professor and never mess around in or damage the library...be very scared if you do." He was a grown man scared by very few things and even he feared the wrath of Jiaying. "..oh!" He clicked his fingers as a thought came to him and he came to a sudden halt, "And if you do anything that either result in extra work for me I will make life extremely irritating for you...and please don't feed my cat he's extremely overweight and despite what he may have you believe he is not being starved or mistreated he is simply a greedy bugger that needs to be put onto a diet."

Hunter kept up a steady commentary as he guided the first year students through the forest and towards the boats that would take them to the castle. He tuned out their conversations as white noise and trusted that none of them would be stupid enough to run off into the dark depths of the forest on their first day. That was basically a death wish unless they stumbled upon a particularly cheerful centaur or managed to find their way to the castle themselves.

His arm was aching from carrying the lantern but traditions must be maintained, it was the same lantern Hagrid had used all those years before when it had been him in the students position and absurdly he liked the way it felt to carry a big lantern around - made him feel like he was Hagrid, big and strong rather than the somewhat short English man he was.

He was starting to develop a height complex thanks to the fact that some of the people he worked with were freakishly tall. At least most of the students were tiny little midgets rather than towering over him, the first time he'd encountered a student he'd known from being eleven that had grown taller than him he'd tried to give the lad detention but the Headmaster had refused to have it.

So being surrounded by first years as he carried Hagrids lamp was actually turning out to be more of an enjoyable experience than he'd imagined and the journey started to fly by a lot quicker than he'd thought it would.

Though the students were probably sick of walking by the time they'd started to reach the lake.

"If any of you can convince the Astronomy, Potions or Charms Professor to sing or dance I swear to buy you as many sweets from Honeydukes as you want...and by as many as you want I mean as much as I can afford and by that I mean like three or four chocolate frogs or some liquorice wands because I'm really quite poor." He let out a self-deprecating chuckle that died on his lips as he realised where they were, he quickly forced some cheer back into his voice as he got ready for what he had unofficially dubbed the 'big reveal.' "And on that high note...let's get you all to Hogwarts."

Lance stopped walking, doing a mock dramatic bow as he placed the lantern on the ground. He raised his wand and murmured "Lumos." A small ball of light appeared and he guided it towards the lake, letting it illuminated the lake and reveal the small boats bobbing on the surface of the dark lake.

The lake had unnerved him as a student, too dark and murky for him to feel completely safe - he always felt like there was something lurking beneath the surface waiting to grab him and the dark itself was unnatural. The idea of riding across it again made him feel queasy, he just hoped the green tinge he guessed he skin had taken on wasn't as obvious as it felt.

Then the light rose and brought attention to what was above the lake, the castle was stood proudly illuminated by the golden light in the windows as it practically glowed when compared to the dark night sky.

It was a magical sight, he chuckled at his own pun, and he hoped that the students would remember seeing Hogwarts for the first time in a more positive light than he had.

"If you get sea-sick, sick when it comes to rickety wooden boats and water or anything like that I'd speak up now."

When none came, barring the first year at the back that he ignored - it was a small boat ride and he was there to intervene if it got too bad so really they didn't need to have spoken up but he'd have had to ask, he nodded and spun on his heels and started heading closer to the boats perched at the edge of the lake. "It's a maximum of four to a boat...don't put your fingers, hands, arms, feet, legs or just any body part into the lake unless you wish to become Mermaid food and if you do want to become Mermaid food then jump in and hope that your grief-stricken parents will respect your life choices."

"And even if you think they will please don't as I quite like this job and I'd rather not get fired before the years ever officially began."

As he walked and got into the boat he hummed 'Jingle Bells,' under his breath, occasionally turning around to check that no one looked as if they were about to throw up or faint and that he had the same amount of students that he'd started with.

He probably did.

Hopefully.

Once he was satisfied that everyone had boarded the boats he cast a silent charm and their journey began, the boats began to make their way across the water - his boat in the front with the students all close behind.
 
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[div class=c] [div class=img] [div class=tlt][div class=n]vanessa[/div] aguilar[/div] [div class=to][div class="ta un"][/div][div class="ta deux"][/div][div class="ta trois"][/div][div class="ta quatre"][/div][/div][/div] [div class=co] [div class=bb][div class=g] [div class=bl][div class=ah]daughter of[/div]
dionysus[/div][/div][/div] [div class=l][div class=fa][/div][/div] [div class=box][div class=scr] [div class="inf un1"][div class=lq]full name:[/div] vanessa florinda aguilar

[div class=lq]nicknames:[/div] nessa, vi, vannie, vinny, flor

[div class=lq]age:[/div] 17 (may 25)

[div class=lq]gender:[/div] cis female

[div class=lq]sexuality:[/div] demisexual

[div class=lq]godly parent:[/div] dionysus

[div class=lq]faceclaim:[/div] kiana lede

[div class=lq]height:[/div] 5'4

[div class=lq]weight:[/div] 120 pounds

[div class=lq]hair color:[/div] black

[div class=lq]eye color:[/div] hazel green

[div class=lq]ethnicity:[/div] afro-cuban and greek

[div class=lq]body mods:[/div] nose ring, no tattoos

[div class=lq]dist. features:[/div] bright eyes, full lips, freckles

[div class=lq]voiceclaim:[/div] natalie martinez [/div] [div class="inf deux2" style="display: none"][div class=lq]personality:[/div] nessa is the type of person who will casually begin a conversation with a stranger, especially at a party. she is sociable and she is intuitive when it comes to people. she could be considered a great hostess, being very mindful of her own words, tone, and expressions. she listens closely to what someone has to say and easily remembers what is said.

nessa tries not to drink too many sugary beverages or juices, fearing that she will develop a habit that will translate to alcohol. nessa is very good at lying about her emotions, but when she holds them in, she becomes prone to breaking down. because she didn't grow up with much, she loves material things and can be greedy out of fear that what she has will be taken away, thus needing more. this contradicts with her own will and makes it easier for her to binge the boundaries are there to "help" her in her own mind, despite the possible adverse effects.

however, at a party, she seems to be at home, laughing and smiling and dancing. nessa becomes more lax when you get to know her and she is very kind and looks out for others. she will gladly make a drink for someone else, no matter how complicated the recipe is. her inquisitive nature makes her more open-minded and she is more than willing to try new things. thinking outside of the box is her specialty and she loves finding new drinks to make and new fruits to work with.

[div class=lq]vices:[/div] restrained, emotional, lustful, masked

[div class=lq]virtues:[/div] helpful, inquisitive, nonchalant, friendly

[div class=lq]quirks:[/div] talks to plants, has a high alcohol tolerance, plays with her hair when nervous

[div class=lq]likes:[/div] cocktails, leopard print, gold embroidery, the taste of fresh fruit, chocolate, rosebushes, aesthetic poetry, indie music

[div class=lq]dislikes:[/div] overdrinking, bigotry, corroding statues, putting up a facade, wilting plants, the projects / ghettos, tense atmospheres

[div class=lq]skills:[/div] bartending - nessa seems to have great intuition about making a good drink, though they don't contain alcohol. she knows the ingredients of several popular drinks by heart and can make them with ease.

pomology - she has a natural understanding when it comes to fruit. nessa can tell when a fruit is not ripe enough or when it is going to begin molding. she knows the names of many different fruits and flowers by heart, as well as their tastes and aromas.

theater - like dionysus himself and his other kids, nessa is great at acting. though she is not good as several of aphrodite's kids, she is quite high on the last and she can easily fake a cry, pout, smile, or just act dramatic.

[div class=lq]weapons:[/div] she doesn't have any weapons herself, but her aim allows her to use anything that she can throw (spear, bow, etc).

[div class=lq]strengths:[/div] great aim, good with ranged weapons, nimble and agile

[div class=lq]weaknesses:[/div] hand-to-hand combat, physically weak, using close-range weapons [/div] [div class="inf trois3" style="display: none"] [div class=lq]biography:[/div] [tw: depression, alcoholism] vanessa was raised by a single mother, tamara, in miami. her mother was a hardworking woman who struggled with depression and did her very best to fight it. she was an occasional drinker, but she wasn't completely dependent. she had to go to work every day, which meant nessa was left alone to go to school, come home, eat, and do what she needed to do.

nessa knew very little about her father, but whenever her mother talked about him, she sounded both excited and tearful. they met at a college party, which he apparently hosted. he was the one who approached tamara and, according to her, he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. his skin was a flawless olive and his hair was darker than wine. he was kind but wild, pulling her out of her comfort zone. she became pregnant months after they first met, and once their child was born, he disappeared.

nessa always excelled in music as a subject, but the major courses bored her. she loved reading, but she was diagnosed with dyslexia and she couldn't sit still in class. what she was good at, however, was science, but specifically plant science. she was interested in creating inks from flower petals and juice from fruits. she experimented with these outside and she had a tendency to pick and eat wild berries, despite her mother's warnings.

as time went on, her mother began to drink more and more and delved into a deeper depressive state. she was able to be checked as legally disabled, which allowed her to receive funding from social services. she got very little money from the services, but the food stamps were enough as long as she could feed nessa. they couldn't afford their little house since tamara couldn't work anymore. some family members gave little amounts of money while many others unapologetically scolded and insulted her at the lowest point in her life. as things got darker for them, she could've sworn she saw something lurking in the holly bushes.

because of nessa's worsening dyslexia and being unable to afford a good psychiatrist, tamara ended up putting her in a school for "special" kids when she was 9. there, she thrived and was able to help other kids, despite her won difficulties. she was in theater and she was a natural at it. in fact, her teacher encouraged her to take classes and even let her stay afterwards so she could help her with her lines.

in that school, she met diana, a shy young girl who became her best friend. for the next two years, they were an inseparable pair, though diana often sought nessa's validation and praise for some reason. a year later, she started seeing things, creatures with wings and talons. only weeks after this, she came home to find her mother gone and the house in a mess, with bits of glass everywhere and blood splattered on the ground. diana said that nessa could stay with her, a proposal which she accepted.

as more monsters kept popping up from the shadows, one finally decided to come out of the dark during her theater class, and the next thing she knew, the monster was lifelessly laying on the ground with vines around it and diana pulled her into a separate room, nervously gushing about all the demigod stuff and the fact that she was a satyr watching over her. they took a bus all the way from miami to camp half-blood. after finding that she was the daughter of dionysus, she's been training and helping with the strawberries in the fields ever since.

[div class=lq]power:[/div] plant manipulation - from the ground, nessa can grow vines and other vegetation that produce fruit, especially fruits that are commonly used in alcoholic drinks. she can also manipulate the fruit produced, being able to speed up the fermentation process, ripen the fruit, or increase the number of seeds from inside the fruit.

[div class=lq]drawbacks:[/div] the plants always require some form of soil to sprout from. if a tree or vine bursts through pavement, it will not last as long and will die much faster than if she was in a field or garden. if the ground underneath is not fit to produce a certain tree or vine, it will not grow. nessa cannot manipulate parts of the tree (i.e. bark or leaves) if they are broken off. her emotions affect the plants and their fruit, such as the fruit rotting if she's in a bad mood. [/div] [div class="inf quatre4" style="display: none; color: transparent; width: 340px;"][div class=ha]aesthetics[/div]

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As Jade took in the crisp clear air, her lips curled into a satisfied grin. She was finally doing something she wanted - traveling. She was on a much needed vacation, taking a break from her studies in engineering. There was no pressure to return home, nor was there regret about spending too much. Her mother was the one who funded the trip with no qualms from her step-"father" thankfully.

There was something mystical in the air, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. It had been a wonderful week of walking along white sandy beaches and dining at the classy Aristotelous Square. Her seaside hotel room had an especially beautiful view of the deep blue ocean that she woke up to every morning. But something made her feel like today would be particularly lovely. As if something would just make it a whole lot more interesting.

Jade just wished that she could go out late at night - for some unknown reason, she felt most comfortable when the stars were out. But she was a young girl with money who didn’t have a tour guide, so it wouldn’t very wise of her to try to go out and “have fun” at 3 in the morning. Instead of going to the same beaches and the same restaurants, she was going to do something different today - she was going to climb Mount Olympus.

Something told her to get up early, and so she did, though with much hesitation. Jade took a train ride, which was longer and more expensive than she anticipated, but it wasn't unbearable. It was reminiscent of the long road trips that many, if not most, kids experienced, not excluding her 12-year-old self. However, the time passed by silently and the nap she took made her feel more energized and ready to explore the mountain.

It was a long walk, one that Jade enjoyed as the sky was bright blue and the sun was shining on her skin. As she walked to the mountain's base, she found herself approaching a quaint little village. It was old, abandoned, and even crumbling, but for some reason something about it felt peculiar or, to word it more accurately, surreal. Maybe because she had only seen old ruins in photos, but never in reality.

Part of her wanted to keep walking up the mountain, but another part felt that she wanted to stay within this little village. Then something caught her eye - a piece of paper swiftly picked up by the wind. It swayed and gently floated along before finally settling in one place on the ground. Curious, and just downright nosy, Jade hesitantly walked and picked up the fallen paper. It had writing on it, but in a different language, and the format resembled poetry. It certainly was not French or she would have been able to read it (though she probably wouldn't out of respect to the author's privacy; she knew how personal writing could be).

Who did it belong to? She didn't know but she thought that whoever it was would likely come to find it. Jade simply folded it into a rectangular shape and put it in the pocket of her jeans. She looked around for anyone who looked particularly frantic, but saw none. There weren't too many people anyway, and thinking that the person may have left, she began to leave.

Suddenly she was greeted with a nice "thump!" to her face as it bumped into the transparent wall. The petite girl was almost knocked back and her eyes began to water as the sharp pain shot through her nose. "Ow..." Jade's voice turned into a long, quiet whine as she regained her footing. Wiping the sudden tears away, she knocked on the wall, trying to figure out what it was.

"Hey, does anyone know who did this? Or what 'this' is?" she said, not talking to anyone in particular, but still being loud enough for someone to hear. Maybe someone would know who pulled this (frankly impressive and quite unnecessary) prank. No one looked very suspicious, and no one was laughing at the matter. Then there was the realization of the rel question Jade should have been asking.

"Wait, how am I supposed to get through this thing?"
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  • 1546216675016.pngFull Name:
    Ryan Livius
    Nickname:
    Ry
    Age:
    16
    Gender:
    Male
    Sexual Orientation:
    Heterosexual
    Godly Parent:
    Phobos
    Face-Claim: Cameron Boyce
    Hair Color:
    Black
    Eye Color:
    Amber (it can happen, look it up...also just wanted to run with yellow being the colour of fear)
    Height:
    5"8'
    Weight:
    170lbs
    Tattoos/Markings:
    None
    Distinguishing Features:
    Freckles, loads of freckles
 
W.I.P.​


  • Lukas

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    Artist: idk

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    Faceclaim: Jay Alvarrez
    Basics
    Full Name: Lukas Galon Aukai
    Nickname: Luke
    Age: 18 years old
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Heterosexual
    Godly Parent: Poseidon
    Face Claim: [look under picture]
    Hair Color: Brown with strands of blonde
    Eye Color: Left - Blue ; Right - Green
    Height: 6'01"/185 cm
    Weight: 161 lbs./73 kg
    Tattoos/Markings: rad tats
    Distinguishing Features: Heterochromia iridium (two different eye colors) , his tattoos

    Personality
    Personality: Lukas is a moderately complicated teenager. Since childhood, he was self-reliant. Having to depend on himself to face any, and all, obstacles was a self-taught trait; his parental figures were not the best in providing support and offering wisdom, so Luke had to think and fend for himself. And from that self-reliance also came a strong wave of pride and self-confidence (along with a big ego, but one he does not flaunt or gloat about 24/7). His pride can get the best of him sometimes, and that's when an outside source needs to put him in his place. At first, he's going to be enraged. But after what is said begins to settle in, he'll understand and respect where they come from. Afterwards, he'll apologize for lashing out and ask for forgiveness (be wary of his puppy dog eyes!).

    For the majority of Lukas' life, his decisions have been based upon his intuition, and relies on that for a good portion of his life. Through any fights he's been through, or any on-the-spot thinking, Lukas relies heavily on his intuition to get him through the moment. Most of his friendships, past and present, are also built on his intuition, as he trusts and befriends only the loyal and most honest people he encounters. Honesty and loyalty are very valuable to Luke, and when someone breaks that he becomes rather irritated. But his emotions rarely get the best of him, and he tends to keep a level-headed mindset for the majority of time. When talking with Luke, sarcasm and humor is something he appreciates and loves to use.

    Virtues: Intuition | Temperance | Honor
    Vices: Vanity | Zealousness | Hubris
    Quirks: Ambidextrous , Easy to impress , Pescatarian , Has flat feet
    Likes: water (duh) | water sports | marine life | his lucky medallion | exploration | beneficial opportunities
    Dislikes: fire | cheaters | meat (other than fish) | dry skin | overeating | bossiness

    Background
    History: Born in Honolulu, Hawaii, Lukas was the product of a love that was too good to last. His mother is the secretary for Hawaii's state senator. His father, the Greek god Poseidon, was —at the time—portraying the role of a fisherman. And as fate would have it, Luke's parents would meet a local bar. His mother was having a "girl's night out" with a few of her old high school friends, and his father was there for the amusement of seeing the intoxicated make a fool of themselves. For the duration of time that both Poseidon and Martha, Luke's mother, had spent at the bar, they could not keep their eyes off each other. Martha's friends had kept pressuring her to introduce herself to the man in a Hawaiian shirt (Poseidon). Eventually, she gave in, and approached the man. From there, the two's love zinged. It was only a short amount of time before pregnancy had struck Martha, and she became overwhelmed.

    Approaching the third trimester, Poseidon (or Carl, as Martha knew him) abruptly left. Panic overcame Luke's mother, and she felt lost and betrayed. By the time Lukas was born, Martha was already putting the newborn up for adoption. A nearby foster home decided to take pity on Martha, and Lukas was put into the custody of his foster parents, and quickly too. His toddler years would fly by. He swiftly learned to walk and talk, and he even taught himself to be potty trained.

    Entering his early childhood and teen years, Luke was often found to be the center of attention in school, for good reason too. Often, Luke would act as a bridge between kids who were higher in social status and for kids who were lower. He had compassion, humor, and patience, all good-quality traits to help guide the kids in his school to better connect with one another. And because of the lack of parental figures in his life, he found his own confidence and self-honor to help assist him. All of that confidence and honor he built up is also his downfall.

    In his freshman year of high school, Lukas was sought out by his mother. She hoped to kindle a relationship with her son, or so he thought. In actuality, she wanted to take him to Camp Half-Blood, where he could be with the other demigods. When she told Lukas of his true heritage, he didn't take kindly to it. For so long, she denied to tell him the truth of who he was and where he came from, and now she wanted to dump the truth on him? He was livid. But, in hindsight, he also saw that she meant good this time. She was giving him the chance to live amongst others who were like him. Her offer was commonly debated in Luke's mind, and within the month he decided to take her offer. By the end of October, Luke had finally joined Camp Half-Blood, and has remained there ever since. Every once in a while, his mother sends letters to him, and he replies, informing her of all his adventures and crazy stories at camp.

    Theme: the water glistens ; like glitter and gold

    Powers
    Powers: Hydrokinesis - Luke can shape, manipulate, and bend water or anything liquid-based, inorganic compound with liquid, gas (steam, water vapor), and solid (ice) states, including changing them from one state to another. Other small applications come with his ability of hydrokinesis.
    Drawbacks: Dry Areas (such as deserts and what not) , Being dehydrated , Those with a superior hydrokinesis
    Skills: Swimming | Handling his quindent | Understanding sea creatures
    Weapons: His quindent
    Strengths: Intuitive | Diplomatic | Supportive | Being near water | His strength
    Weaknesses: His pride | |

    Extra
    - Luke is from Honolulu, Hawaii
    code by Ri.a


 
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☆
Name: Chris Aéras Hycopatas
Nickname: Airo
Age: 18 (5 June 2000)
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Nationality: Greek
Speech Dialect: Greek
Godly parent: Boreas

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Staff Fighting
Chris had excellent training in fighting with a pole arm since he was young.
Cryokinesis
Like his father, Chris is able to manipulate blizzards and snowstorms, but not create them. With much concentration he can freeze water, make jets of ice and shoot them.
Weapon: Wooden plain pole-arm
Years at camp: 10
History: There is not much to say about Chris his upbringing. Chris was born in Greece, Europe. He soon moved with his mother to Canada, so she could be closer to his father. From an early age, Chris got and his mother got chased by Monsters. She decided to bring him to the camp when he was just 8 years old. Since then he has been a year-rounder and only leaves the camp for quests. With the loss of his power he is quite irritated because people win now from him in duels

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Personality: Chris is a friendly guy who likes to help people. He is a quick talker and knows what to say. He is very impulsive, like the wind and goes with the flow, he doesn't take much responsibility for his actions.
Strenghts: Quick thinker, knows what he does, fighting in open spaces, plans that are straight to the point, having a helicopter view.
Weaknesses: Impulsive, close combat, fighting in a place where isn't much space to move, doesn't take much responsibility for his actions, questions autority.

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Height: 6'3
Weight: 180 lbs
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Grey
Tattoo: He has his back and arms tattooed like air nomads in avatar.
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MARISOL
Daughter of Aphrodite


Full Name: Marisol Salvador Flores
Nickname: Mari
Age: 17
Gender: Female (MtF)
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Godly Parent: Aphrodite

Hair Color: Light Brown / Dirty Blonde
Eye Color: Grey-Blue
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 125lbs
Tattoos/Markings: Light freckles, Pierced ears
Distinguishing Features: Wide smile, Height,

Personality:
Marisol is a cunning and controlling bitch with the mindset of a dictator, but also a hopeful team player with a loyalty stronger than Heracles, and a chronic urge to help and provide for others. She’s like a tiger mom, but she drives a PC instead of a minivan and has a deep hatred for children.

Virtues: Outwardly understanding, Loyal, Intelligent, Cautious
Vices: Underlying judgmental, Liar, Slight manipulative, Aloof
Quirks: Gets extremely tense when nervous,
Likes: Cantaloupe, Makeup, Good planning, Gaming, Being in control
Dislikes: Being purposefully misgendered, Flats, Having to follow others, Unnecessary tasks, Being rushed

History:
Marisol was born in Gibraltar to a loving couple: Roberto and Isabella. Sadly, their love story was cut short, a large tumor was discovered shortly after Marisol’s birth, and just a week later Isabella fell to her new terror, and left the world her daughter had only just entered… Or at least that’s the story most people believe. Marisol’s father knew about Isabella’s true identity long before Marisol was ever conceived. Together, Roberto and Aphrodite planned everything, including Marisol’s birth and Isabella’s “death,” ever her funeral. To this day, the only people that know of Isabella’s true story are Marisol and Roberto..

Marisol had a mostly normal early life besides moving back and forth between Barcelona and Gibraltar. Nothing about her was very different from any of the other children where she lived, everything seemed to be the same, all but one small difference. Unlike most of the other boys, Marisol had always been more drawn towards dolls and dresses. These urges had been mostly suppressed until after primary school. Marisol’s increasing interests in what was generally considered feminine caused strain between her and her father.

Between the fighting between her and her father, increasing bullying at school, and an emptiness left from the absence of her mother, Marisol fell into depression. Marisol shortly dropped out of normal school, moving to online school, secluding herself even further from others. Sure she found online friends and temporary happiness in gaming, but nothing could fulfill the emptiness she felt in herself, and foreignness she growingly felt on the outside.

He just couldn’t stand to see her like this anymore, Roberto called upon Aphrodite for guidance, an answer to Marisol’s depression. Late that night, a knock on the door would lead Marisol to finally meeting her mother, and the biggest change her life would ever receive. A few weeks later Marisol would start hormones, Roberto finally learned to love and accept his daughter for who she is, garnering her the support she had always wanted.

Marisol’s Odyssey had only just started to begin. With the continued filling of her emptiness, and her gradual rise from depression-inducing dysmorphia, Marisol’s journey of self acceptance and world-conquering only pushed on.

After graduating from online schooling in the spring of her seventeenth year, Marisol and her father had received word of a place filled with other offspring of the gods, people just like Marisol. After a few months of contemplating, Marisol finally decided it was her time to leave the nest. She packed her things and left with a one-way ticket to America, embarking on a new journey, a journey only fit for a Demigod.

Theme Song: Palette - IU

Powers:
Charmspeak: Marisol can influence others with the strength of her voice.​
Amokinesis: As a daughter of Aphrodite, Marisol has a level of control over the emotions of love, lust, etc., but on a much smaller scale than her mother.​
Beauty: Marisol is able to radiate beauty, regardless of how she may look. This ability sometimes prevents enemy forces from willingly attacking her, even as she charges them head-on.​
Skills:
Technology: Due to her background in online gaming, Marisol has gained some knowledge and skills when it comes to computers, and technology in general.​
Speaker: Marisol is a great public speaker and manipulator, even without the use of her Charmspeak.​
Strategic: Marisol is very good at coming up with strategies, and is very good at plotting and planning.​
Drawbacks: Marisol’s Charmspeak can easily tire out her vocal chords, leading to a sore throat and hoarse voice.
Weapons: None, though if needed probably a knife or a small sword. Does poison count?
Strengths: Marisol is very good when it comes to debates or deal-making. While she isn’t the best at physical fighting, she can excel in the formation of a war plan, and if needed could possibly even influence her enemy to quit attacking, or to even join her side.
Weaknesses: Marisol is quite weak when it comes to fighting physically. She isn’t very strong, and her knowledge of weapons and how to use them is quite lacking.
Other: Marisol's birthday is February 2nd.

fc: Angela Ponce​

It had only been two weeks since the attack at the Astra Conference, but business at the resort had already deadened. Thiri and her family, along with most of the city, expected commotion and travel around the city to fall, but they could have never planned for the nearly complete halt of commerce. For the greater part of the past two weeks, nearly ninety percent of the resort had been left vacant and Thiri’s family was desperate for customers.

“Someone just pulled up!!” Thiri’s mom cheered from a side corridor of the lobby building, prompting both her and the rest of the nearby family and workers to scurry their way into lobby.

“Damn! Look at that car, and his suit! He must be filthy rich!” One of Thiri’s younger brothers gleefully shouted before getting swatted by her mom. The boy wasn’t wrong though, the man that stepped out of the seemingly very expensive car was dressed just as impeccably in a full Central-quality suit.

Thiri’s mom waved her hand at the small awed crowd, dispersing them, but not dispersing them enough to leave the building. “Hello! Welcome to the Kohsoom Resort!” Thiri’s mom subtly snapped her fingers, sending two of the boys walking towards the door with their heads down in a respectful bow formation. “Let us get your bags!” She waved her hand, gesturing to the two boys, “I’m sure you are looking for a suite!” She smiled at the man.

“Thank you, but I’m actually not here to get a room,” he hesitated at the presence of Thiri’s mom’s smile dropping, “umm- I’m a representative of the A.S.T.R.A Initiative, I heard Hsu Thiri Mya lived here?” He said said with a confident but questioning tone. Thiri’s mom’s sudden feelings of slight disappointment quickly shifted into surprise and confusion. All eyes in the building simultaneously grew ten sizes and shifted their gaze towards Thiri, whose eyes must have grown by twenty.

Stepping back further towards the back wall of the lobby room, Thiri held her hands as if she was standing at gunpoint. “I didn’t do anything. I swear.” She said sternly, yet with a tinge of desperation.

As if everyone’s looks were targeters, the well dressed man locked onto Thiri and began his expensive strut from the front desk. “Yes, but we would like you to do something,” he said rather invitingly, only for the eyebrows and suspicions to shoot up from the still-quiet, still-watching family. “I come from the A.S.T.R.A Initiative, we are a government-centered organization created for the protection of our great city and its great citizens. With the recent attacks at the Astra Conference and the growing list of missing Astras, your admission would be greatly valued.” He stopped only a few feet away from Thiri.

“No. No! Absolutely not.” Thiri’s mom exclaimed, smoothly walking her way between her daughter and the non-customer. “My daughter only needs to protect herself, and her family! Sir, I don’t know who you are or why you feel entitled to just burst into our home, but I would like to politely ask you to leave, especially if you are not seeking out services.” She said firmly, holding eyes with the man.

“I-” Thiri didn’t know what to say, she was still shocked, her mind was racing. She could have never guessed this would walk through the doors of her resort, and her parents and the elders definitely didn’t include this in their plan.

“Ma’am,” he looked down at the aggressing mother, “Please, I did not mean to offend you. Your daughter is gifted with an incredible talent that could help us secure not only your family, but the entire city. I understand how much she means to you and her importance at your resort, but with the growing tensions, we need her more than ever. I understand that since the attack, your business has become almost barren; we can more than compensate you during these hard times, and ensure both your family’s and your resort’s safety.”

Thiri’s mom raised her arm with a pointed finger towards the entrance and readied her lips for a stern expulsion. But just before she could get out her own words, a slightly cheerful cheerful exclamation was made just from behind her. “Yes! Yes! I’ll do it!”

From out of all corners of the building, Thiri’s family yelped with a slight panic, especially her mother and father. They all pleaded with Thiri to not go with the man, they discouraged her for her brashness, yet none of their efforts managed to pay off. After what seemed like hours pleading her own case, Thiri finally managed to once again take control of her own life, and convince her family to go with the man.

That night, Thiri packed her things, and the next morning she said her goodbyes. Tears were shed of all varieties, yet even through their hesitation, they knew it was time for Thiri to finally leave her nest. Thiri smashed 3 suitcases and 3 external bags into the car before beginning their short journey to the hover port. “I hope you packed a coat or two,” The man said smirking in the rear view mirror. He watched Thiri in the backseat, gazing back at the shrinking resort. Though she did not know if taking this opportunity was the correct decision or not, Thiri knew there was no turning back.
 
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