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the ones you love- Spoiler:
  Name: Caroline May Grail
Age/Birthday: January 1, 1994/17
God Parent: Khione
Years in camp: 6
Mortal Family: Chris Grail {father-dead}, Kris Grail{step-brother}, Caro Grail{step brother-dead}
Brief History:: One word would eventually, as Caroline would realize, describe her family. Insane. And it didn't take long for her to figure that one out too. Why, you may ask. Well, that's a question to be answered if we go back in time, when the moment Mr. Chris Guild and the goddess Khione met.
A fine melodramatic play happened in the winter of 1995. The masterpiece of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare was acted on stage in a local opera house. The line filed out, two blocks away, as to the leak of news, saying it was by far the most beautiful play to be presented in the small town of Orange County. Back then, televisions are too much expensive for one household to bear, and besides, it was a social event anyone who's anyone is going.
Two tickets that were purchased were dropped into the box. As the bus boy raised his hat in welcome, the pair seemed oblivious to the cold, with their fine tux and thin fabric dress. They stop out of the cold streets, littered with shivering play enthusiast, and almost, as if it were a simple cold night, they actually liked it. Having a more, expensive set of tickets, the couple got exclusive entrance, plus the all favorite front row seats. By standard would gap open their mouths as the two entered. They were simply majestic. Nothing more, nothing less.
As the the story progressed, the girl pressed closer to the man. She snuggled under his arm, which he slowly draped over her thin shoulders during the show. It was funny, as to the present was simply peaceful compared to what will happen next. But what does happen next wasn't really acceptable. As they approached the scene where both young teens have sworn their unending love for each other, Romeo and Juliet in friar Lawrence cell, the girl turned her head up to face her own man.
"Hon, what would you do, if I bring you news?" she asked.
The man gave off a hearty laugh, and replied, maybe something witty and charming, what he would always do. But before the words came out of his mouth, a loud explosion happened.
Chaos rained down the terrorized townsfolk. Wanting to get away, they pushed, scratched, clawed their way out of the collapsing theater. But the couple were trapped on the balcony, overlooking the now yapping whole on the wall. Standing amidst the rubble, another striking man came in. Bellowing great outrage, he pointed an accusing finger at the two. He roared anger, and the next thing everyone knew, darkness filled the place.
After a bottle of highly alcoholic beer, Chris set down his files near the computer. What's the use. People already think of him as crazy, after banging his head nine months ago and insisting of some crazed, mystical guy causing a ruckus rather than the said terrorist attack. Chris lost everything. Well, everything except his newly found labeling and fortunes. He lost his reputation. He lost the girlfriend only he knew. And soon, his own company will probably get the buyer the board of council suggested. So much for troubles.
A gently knock tapped his window, the certain window to his right side of the office. Curious, as too having that window cleared of any close branches or anything to have someone break into, Chris opened it and sticker his head out. Right there, at mid air, floated a pink basket. Plain look, it's simple pink-painted braids were enclosing blanket upon blanket of baby blue clothes. But unto closer inspection, the iridescent wings that attached themselves on the bottom of the basket supported its weight, and those baby blue blankets were...moving? Two plump kids were inside the thing. Too precious, Chris can't detach himself and leave them in an orphanage. But what about his own good?
Chris couldn't really know what to do with the kids. Now, since within those times, his original son from his former wife has moved into his home plus the fact that his career was at stake. What to do? Where to go? chris didn't know. But he did try.
Several year later, he raised the twins and his son Kris. The blue-eyed boy and thegreen-eyes girl were called Caro and Caroline. They were raised in a life of living, and rich, but were treated not as royals but ordinary kids. The only thing was, they had their things at home, and experience in their traveling cases.
They were happy yes. Until the day of the accident. Driving along country road with his darling kids, Chris has promised them to see the seaside shores of San Diego after he has finished his things. The twins now eight and Kris fourteen, he was surely trusting for them to be responsible already. Until what he didn't knew, he was to hope for a little more responsibility. As he left everyone in the hotel, Caro was fiddling with something. It was about 6 years after comming into their house did Chris really noticed that his son was a pyromaniac.
As a NASA scientist, Chris was always those people who'd be labeled the nice, crazy guy. And well, he was for buying that lighter to little Caro. Caro played with it everywhere they went. And so, as he slept, something happened. Caroline never blamed her brother for it, but that afternoon, hotel Dela Verde burned down to the ground. Kris was able to survive, since he was at the lobby complaining about the disfunctional remote, and so did Caroline. Caro on the other hand, well, he wasn't seen since then. Their father was devastated. But life did continue. Ony, a little alteration happened.
Driven mad, Chris was sent to a local aslyum to heal, calm down. While both kids were all alone in the world, in their home, they found a note. Written in fine script was the will of Chris, and even if he was just not there, he gave off his things, belongings to the Grail kids. The kids weren't kids, in the end. The experience he gathered has matured them into years. And yes, they lived humbly and in secrecy. Kris wouldn't associate himself with their father anyway, now that he was crazy.
At age eleven, Caroline was introduced to camp. Her brother was there, as she went up the hill, but he knew he wasn't welcomed there. In Manhattan, he lived normally, and brought all of his father's works there. Kris was following his father's footsteps, and so, the brother-sister would spend holidays together there in the state of New York. Their tightly bonded relationship would last longer, and they do hope, it will.
Personality: Caroline is a girl of hyperactivity and glee. She's bubbly, and so far, if you have her one her good side, she's talkative. She loves to talk, even though of the weirdest topics. She has a bright smile that would show her openess to others. She loves to act herself, and doesn't care about society's thoughts. She's a girl with great imagination, and loves to go on and imagine the craziest things. Caroline is a girl of randomness, but she has respect for others. Lesser respect is given if you're a bit of a big head. She doesn't care about anything, as long as you're a great conversationalist, she'll hang around. She's a girl who's a little bit clingy to her friends, and she'll dwell in the prescence of people known to her better. Caroline is a girl you'd often would like to have in parties, although all by herself is also great. She has a cool, approachable and kind demeanor that hides her insane mind. Due to genetics, or whatever that is, she's a little bit not right in the head. She's a little bit of crazy at times too. She wanders around, but mind you, she could carry her own weight fine as ever.
Her slim shoulders aren't really for responsibility. But she could be caring and helpful at times. Caroline is a girl who is a great trouble a lot of times. She has quite a temper, once it builds up in her chest. She snaps randomly, making her a ticking time bomb, and mood swings are common for her age. She is a great emotional swinger, making her very hard to understand. She seems flirty at times, talking to boys mostly, and exchanging great similarities, since her great attraction to cars, music and guns, and she might be labeled wrong. But in reality, she's just that friendly. She likes to say pick-up lines, but doesn't really mean it, sometimes to the extent of making fun of them and changing the ending lines. Caroline is just that open. She does hate bullies though. And to her great weakness, she doesn't like anyone to hate her. At all. One simple comment will make her paralyzed, and she woud break down whenever alone if anyone does. Caroline is random, but she is a good friend. She's kind and trustworthy, even with that motor mouth. She's a little bit weird, but past that, you could count on her. Always.
Appearance: Having their traits from their father, the three Grail kids have reddish locks. The twins' locks were more dulled, though, and Kris' hair had a more prominent shade of red. Caroline has curled eyelashes that has a lighter shade than that of her hair. She has green irises that seemes like made out of spirng leaves. Her face is heart shaped, and her almond eyes are just under her widow's peak. She has pale white skin, normally a little colder in room temperature, and her stance is tall. She's about 5'7" and weighs about 43 kilograms. She's skinny, and eats a lot, but doens't grow too wide becuase she's very active.
Caroline has ADHD, or even the mother of all ADHDs. She can't go still, being fidgety in her place, even for a minute. She like to wear only a small amount of defensive armour during practices, because honestly, she can't move fast in them. Caroline is always around, almost everywhere at once. That's why her dressing style is simple but sometimes stylish. She doesn't prefer to dress elegently during ordinary days, but unlike most, she's got no ill motives for dresses. Her shoes range from doll shoes to sneakers to combat boots. Caroline has scars, from falling down trees a lot, and she's got sturdy arms helping her to climb everywhere. Caroline aways blushes beet red whenever fattered, embarrassed or just plain angry.
Fatal Flaw: Caroline has a major problem with authority. She's a trouble maker, and since she had no father to grow up with, rules doesn't actually rank first in her mind. She takes her time in really pissing them off, if they don't get along well, and would break any rule they say the moment it gets out of his/her mouth. She is carefree, but doessn't go on killing every person to defy them.
Talents: Caroline has control over snow. She has the power to send it any season, a little too little in the summer, anywhere but only in a limited time and space. She also has the gift of spreading sunshine and bliss, but sometimes it's just plain annoying.
Caroline likes to draw, even though she hasn't got the patience to let it bloom further. She draws random scribbles on pieces of paper, and then poof! she moves on with her life. Caroline is gifted with creativity and great imagination, that even in this age, she could still picture out a grown unicorn in great detail.
Pets: A white, fluffy male cat with big blue eyes. It sneaks around at camp, yet comes into the cabin at night as if a real camper. Or maybe he's one. No one knows. Caroline got it, when it leaped into her arms as she left for camp. In the streets, she noticed it to be dirtied, but as she took it a bath, to it's irritation, and what came out is a white cat. It was a pink nose, and his eyes are feline, but familiar. She calls it Shane, as to she noticed it look out and danced in the rain, even though of it's fear of water. Rain would be a better name, but she's just too unpredictable like that.
Weapons: Caroline has a good hand for a dagger. Actually, it's underestimating her when you say she's good. She could throw a dagger, 15 yards away. And that's with her right arm, since she's left handed.
Others:
- Spoiler:
 Name: Elijah "Eli" Kevin Breech
Age/Birthday: September 1,1995/16
God Parent: Demeter
Years in camp: 6
Mortal Family: Jordan Breech
Brief History: Love was a fairytale. Well, it was for young couple Demeter and Jordan it was. True and brave, Jordan Breech didn't even think about leaving when Demeter called up and told him she was a goddess. He just shrugged and said "Hey, I knew you were always special". Thus, their relationship bloomed. Jordan, being half-Russian, half-German, was only temporarily based on America, since his job as a architect, at the time they were dating. So, as Demeter bore a child, and eventually left, as all of the gods do, heartbroken Jordan flew back to Moscow with a pale baby in his arms.
Eli lived a healthy and active life. He doesn't like school, but he surely excels, even with his ADHD and dyslexic disabilities. Eli was a part of the higher class of students, being a good player for basketball, but he never did try to infuriate anyone.
At the peak of the school year, one day though, something happened. An explosion echoed throughout the halls of good ol' HighSchool, and the next thing he knew, Eli was on a plane to America with one nervous classmate of his. This classmate, he shivers alot, bleats, which Eli as a weird plot of habits, and usually would wear something long, but hey, Eli didn't care.
They landed in Manhattan, where he eventually got off, far away from this other kid. He ran around for hours, definitely lost. And soon, one stranger, took pity and took him away. In Long Island, they dropped him off, ironically where camp was. There, he knew his true self, contacted his father, and he lived at camp since.
He made friends, eventually got close to a blue eyed girl named Century Fern a little more years back, and since then, lived at camp, except on special occasions.
Personality: Eli is always on the move. He likes to sight-see, even when he was still small, and he gets bored whenever the sight isn’t that remarkable. He is loyal, trust-worthy and definitely someone you could rely your life on. He loves to lift the tension at different occasions. He’s fun-loving and very much loves to seek thrilling episodes of his life. Eli longs for, no lusts, for friends. He wants to be a part of something, something that would make him, not really known, but remembered. Since he’s family is out of the equation, he just wants somebody, somebody that would be his anchor to the real world. Even though he’s a bit of a dare-devil, he’s got good knowledge enough to think about the consequences. He’s a tactician, if you get him to take you seriously, and he’s very much as skilled as fighting as every other kid his age. He’s really cool to hang out with, random and fun at times, and silent at most. He’s not actually a public speaker, but he could speak for the public if he masters enough courage to do so. Eli’s cool, easy to be with demeanor hides the fact that he’s actually one great fighter. He has strong will to do stuff, and he acknowledges the small works of others always.
Eli, well, is a gentleman to most, especially girls. He hates to be under authority, talking back and being a smart-Alec whenever facing someone bossy. This flaw tends to get in the way of being in groups, which makes Eli a more of an individual worker. He hates, loathes even, crowds, especially since he thinks their looking at him, waiting for him to screw up or something. Eli has a weird sense of thoughts. He sees the bigger picture, but forgets the small ways, ending up disastrous. Eli is not the one for memorizing things either. Under pressure, he could make up the smartest comebacks, the complex equation, the whole game plan, but if not, he’s very much forgetful. Moreover, Eli is quite strange at first talk. Small talks bore him. Quick. But if he’s in the mood, he’ll end up getting talkative.
Oh, and his line is: “Banana.”
Appearance: Eli is, I guess, pretty cute. He has paper white hair, which forms a helmet dome on his head. His almond shaped eyes are, well ironically, almond of color. He has pale white complexion, and he has a mole on his square jaw. Other beauty marks he receive, will be visible, so he is a little vain on his face. Eli has lush, pinkish-red lips, and he has pearly white teeth. Standing in the height of 6’6”, Eli feels taller than most, even if he isn’t. He always faces up to the adoring sky, and his eyes shine lighter to a shade of yellow as the sun’s rays hit his iris. Eli has a green thumb. He has soft, hardworking hands and it’s mostly dirt stained, since he doesn’t care about how dirty soil is. But don’t worry, he’ll clean-up. Eventually.
Scars, well, he’s got a lot. Enough said.
Usually, you could find Eli in any wear, anytime. But, you cant find him without his iPod. Eli loves his music, so you wouldn’t find him without earphones in his ears, even if he isn’t really playing anything but golden silence. He is capable of wearing anything in the outdoors, even if it’s a million degrees, he could wear anything. He loves denim jeans though. With t-shirts of any color, although his favorite color is grey.
Fatal Flaw: Eli takes it to himself to do everything. He hopes that he’s able to help anyone with anything, even if it’s beyond his help.
Talents: Demeter kid, remember? He has control of any plants. Eli also could sing, quite good. With melody and tune, you’d hear him sing just about anything, but as long as you’ll get him to ignore the crowds.
Pets: Eli has a grown wolf as a pet. It’s an Antarctic Husky, which is kind of weird since they’re no where near any ice. It’s big, about 2 feet if it sits down, and has the most wonderful shades of grey, white and black.
Others: Eli has a bit of Russian twang.
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Name: Bobby Jane Belen
Age/Birthday: September 4, 2004/ 7 years old
God Parent: Iris, goddess of the rainbow
Years in Camp: 2
Mortal Family: John Paolo Belen
Brief History: Well, there's nothing quite special of Bobby, or as she calls herself "Bubby". She's a child of John Belen, singer and song writer, which at the moment is having the peak of his career. Or is there?
The complicated love interest and relationship of Iris and John was not was complicated as it seemed. Drawn to his charming ways and skillful talent with the art of the ears, Iris just had to meet this young man. She, like a butterfly to a flower, couldn't resist but to fall down at the feet of the fellow, the moment he gave his concert tour around the states of America, where, at the time, she was undercover as a staff in John's concert production. She would try to get in touch with him, every time he finishes his practices, coping with the other seductress of the day. But she kept patience, knowing that whatever she does will pay her in good time.
At long last, it did.
It was simple, accidental even, on how John first saw her of who she was. Iris was painting the concert walls of the studio, ready for tomorrow's performance and ready to make her boss a star as always. John was practicing directly below her. While he played, iris sang in her heart the son of true love. And soon enough, he found herself singing. Out loud. To the irresistible rhyme and beat of the guitar. How embarrassing?!
But John didn't think of it as such. He'll, he barely thought about it. He was stunned into shock, to see the perfect girl above him, like an Angel destined for him. Her charming eyes that doesn't seem to know which would be the perfect color, shifts from hazel to purple to blue. Her hair was curled into perfection on her head, and her paint stained, pearly white hands were inviting he could almost see his in those.
And Iris was star struck too. The way he looked felt compelling that she lost track of time. His soft brown eyes were warm, melting like chocolates! And his hair, the windblown hair that made his want to run her fingers through it. Could this be love? Entirely, both parties were bewitched by the other.
Iris didn't seem to notice herself bend. She was going, bending down, and the ladder that held her small weight snapped.
She fell with a small scream in her throat. But surely, as she waited the hard wooden floor beneathe her, strong muscular hands wrapped around her waist and held on her like a life preserver. Sweet darling John Paolo Belen broke her fall.
Since then, the sweethearts were inseparable. Ever. They hardly even kept each other secrets, aside from Iris being a Greek Mythological god of course. But for everything they did, they did it together.
So the birth of Bubby was not unexpected. After so long time being couples, it was as if a gift of their love from each other.
But as Iris saw the plump kid, she started to act weird. She would excuse herself from their dates. She left the father-daughter alone at night, and eventually, she went and never came back. Heartbroken, John couldn't move on. He continued with his career, of course, but it wasn't the same.
Bubby grew up alone, and a child of art. Even being left alone for days at home, with only her nana, Bubby never thought wrong of her dad. She knew, always, that he was only put for her good. Such a thoughtful child, and yet she was also sociable. She loved to play. She loved to play games. Her master pieces didn't go undiscovered. She won, always in competitions and adults would marvel at the simple child's mindplay. Amazingly beautiful, they would say.
But, one thing stops her from being anything but perfect. She's blind. Genetically infused in her blood was the lost of sight, or even the loss of colors except for a few specks of light and darkness. But, even then, you would never know.
Bubby was 5 years of age when she first experienced them. Half-blood dreams. She knew what colors looked like, courtesy of the dream nights her mother secretly painted for her to see. Bubby had one at night, about a frightening monster coming down her neighborhood. She saw Kyle, a local at the town shivering in fear from the black dog the hovered above him. And, as the monster snapped his jaws to damage the frightened teen, she woke up for breakfast. She, back then, didn't know what lies in front of every person if they were labeled insane, but she was still innocent that the nana she told about her dream brushed it off as some weird force of nature on kids.
Bubby didn't understand much, but later on, she knew she had been kidnapped or something.
They were taking the daily walks and play with good folk's kids when she felt them, soft hands grab her by the stomach and being whisked off into someplace. She heard whispers in old non-English tongues, and, amazingly she understood them.
All she remembered, after that, is her head banging on something hard, tires screeching and even a wolf howl.
Bubby found herself at camp in the later days. Chiron told her everything, the moment she woke up. Everyone expected her to. Even asleep, they considered her lovable already. Bubby made new friends, new playmates, new siblings and eventually, a family. Later, she called her dad and told him she was safe, and how she loved this new home. Her dad, thankfully understood her daughter, and made her stay, knowing she would get lonely back in her old home. She forgot about it already even. Forgot about her frantic nana, a million posters for her, the cops searching the whole Florida region just to get her back. Why would she? She was only 5. Now, she has a new home, new people, new friends.
Personality: Bubby is a thoughtful child. She's great at befriending anyone, because she's charismatic, and she's got a smile on her face, no matter how difficult times are. Bubby is charming, sweet and adorable. She's got a bucketfull of sunshine and she loves to share it out. She loves little woodland creatures, like rabbits, and doesn't know the difference of a small hellhound or a large dog. Bubby is forgiving, a playful little girl and she's got a knick at finding things on her own. She loves travel, and to meet new people.
On the other hand, Bubby is lonely inside. She feels, well, incomplete. She loves to walk around, forcing anyone who'll pity her to come with. But she doesn't want their pity, just their company. Having the loss of sight, Bubby is not afraid of what lurks at night, or what the others call 'the dark'. For her, the dark is just a color, another color she could always see. And so far, she didn't need to get rid of the blackness to live on. She is childish, too innocent and naive at times. Bubby also hates enemies. Always. They think of her wrong, and she doesn't want anyone to look at her that way.
Appearance: Bubby has 3 'B's to describe her. She's beautiful, blond and blind. Get image is more of her mom that dad's, it's almost as if she's a carbon copy of her. It's even scary! Her crown of hair is perfectly curled down her back, and ends with a bounce between her lower back ribs. Her eyes seemed glazed over, but the hazel turning brown turning blue eyes seemed almost seeing. She has pale, pink lips on her heart shaped face, and her long curled eyelashes enhances her almond shaped eyes. Her pinkish-white skin is never burned under the sun, but just turns into a shade of red. A small mote is on the left side of her face, below her not-pierced ear, and her eyes seem to smile to if she grins. Her permanent teeth has grown out of the hole at the front of her mouth, and the baby teeth next to the upper two-front has fallen out recently. Bubby is around 4 feet tall, and weights around 28 kgs. She's slim, a little under weight, but she does well in long running marathons and swimming.
Her way of style is simple, probably for the fact that he can't actually see what she's wearing. Her feet are usually covered with sneakers, or Red Converse shoes. Her top half ranges the wear from tank tops to shirts, or occasionally hoodies. She wears anything below that, and he loves to wear dresses.
Bubby was a careless child. She always were. She has scars on her knees, and her palms are littered with scrapes.
Fatal Flaw: She's got the ability to hide her emotions. She doesn't want anyone to care for her too much, even to the point that she thinks large wounds are, well, just a scratch.
Talents: She's a great artist, even if she's unable to see it for herself. She is musical, in the singing and guitar strumming ways, and she knows every tone of each individual, therefore making a database in her mind of who they are. She also has a secret code of tones from animals, birds the most. The shrill of the mockingbird means it's noon, the bluejay says it's dawn, and the howl of wolves means there's danger.
Bubby has a way of knowing where things are. She's got a 6th sense of where they are, even not specifically, but wholey there.
Pets: A, rather, big Golden Retriever
Weapons: A small dagger, of 7 inches long. It's twin is in disguise of a charm in the bracelet she wears, but Bubby won't probably know, unless she's in grave danger.
Others:
”You Build Up Hope, But Failures’ The Only One You’ve Known."
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Name: Mikayla "Ace" Littner
Age/Birthday: 14/July 9
Gender: Female
God Parent: Eris, goddess of Strife and Discord
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Martin Littner {father}; Stephy Littner {Step-Sister}; Tanya Amber Littner{step-Mother:Dead}
Years in Camp: 1st year.
Brief History: In the years prior to her birth, there were breaking news. Catastrophies. Disorder. Chaos. Even some people thought of the world Ending! These were the years of Eris, as she brought about discomfort and hurt to the land fleshies. Eris was blood lusting, severely angered as the men and women lived their lives without even a sacrifice or two. The nerve! Eris was not pleased of the modern day age, as they ignored the gods, and the ways they worshipped things like food, internet, cars and SOCKS! And no one could stop her!
Until Martin came. Dedicated into his line of work as a military soldier, Eris was happy to see one man who was self-less and compassionate. She would marvel about his ways of rescuing victims of flood, calamities and war. She would make the stars line up in the sky for him. She even became human for him! She was a medic in disguise. She worked with him for several years in Iraq, healing everyone, and even acting out of character in front of him. And so, she dreamed of a life with this tall, handsom man, until they were sent home.
Eris was already a month pregnant, to her utter joy, with the child she knew was a gift from Aphrodite. She felt the love and care of the man while somehing stirred in her womb as she time passed. But, as they landed in Arizona, her heart fell. It was meeting her dream man, for years of course!, but also meeting his beautiful wife. Tanya was nothing, compared to her, but she could tell Martin would leave her for his true wife. Outrage, Eris still kept her cool and walked away, no more interactions with the mortals until the day she gave birth. Eris delivered the baby girl on the doorstep of their home, and she knew the fate of her child would go bad in the hands of the foul woman. And so, deep in the night, while everyone was sleeping and the baby was safetly in the crib of the same room Stephy, the couple's only child, she murdered Tanya, blood spraying on her golden locks and she didn't even had time to scream. Mad with laughter and sense of winning, Eris fled with a curse on the birthchild. But in the darkness of the night, since the half moon must've been hidden in the clouds, Eris mistook Stephy for her little child, Mikayla, and the curse of greif and pain fell upon the young girl.
In the years then, Martin took in the child, knowing he was the reason for all that has happened. Martin never knew what lengths it took Eris to make her way known. If only he had the sight of this happening! Martin was the only one that could help her youngest daughter though, and he knew it. He knew that what would happen to his little one if no one stood by her side. Call it paranoia or even leap of the blood, but Martin knew he had to make it right. For family. On the other hand, Staphy wasn't the one who would forgive easily. Call it her fatal flaw. She made the educated guess of Mikayla being the cause of all this, as to her appearance caused the death of their beloved mother. She made her little sister's life uneasy, and always went out of her way to crush her dreams.
Mikayla, at the age of 7, had it. With a rough life for the past years, she had it with everything. She called herself Ace, and would scowl in outrage if someone called her Mikayla. As the years, Ace had gone to different schools, sometimes into different states even, because she was banned for doing things. Sometimes, she would look for attention she knew she would hate, and found herself provoking a circus bear or something like that. And even for her past, Ace was banned, even if she didn't even do it. All this, Ace took with only her father and a grudging Stephy as they hopped between states.
For some unknowned reason, Ace gets the feeling of uneasy-ness if someone had met her the first time. She knew she would be despised anyway, even if she did good, so she didn't actually made an effort to do something note-worthy. But all in all, Ace was misunderstood.
13 years after the incident of murder, Ace was, well, thirteen. She grew up to be an independent and troublemaking girl, much to her father's disappointment, but he didn't leave her one bit. She would be caught cheating, stealing, and even throw vegetables in someone's back yard! And all throughout, Ace was both comfortable and irritated that way. Until the day she almost killed her sister. They were left alone at home, while Martin, now a retired military man, was at the grocery store. Stephy was ordering Ace around, which Ace reacted negatively and just yelled. She had enough. Without thinking, Ace ran out of the house and slammed the door shut, as her feet wandered aimlessly around. She let her heart out, screaming in the Sunday morning as local church-goers looked at her weirdly, and she let all the pain lose. As she went back home, she found herself in a now burning, one story house. She panicked a bit, going inside to risk her life for her sister. But she found no one. Running she was already rescued, Ace proceeded outside to look at the building crowds, but as she reached the door, falling debri fell on her head and she lost consciousness.
Ace woke up, the next three days in the infirmary of Camp, with demigods bustling for her. She found out that a satyr found her, amazingly unburnt in the ashes of their home, and she was lucky to be there. Ace asked if anyone was left of her family and the said satyr only shook his head saying he hasn't seen anyone. Resigning, Ace slumped back and sigh. Now, she has a new home in the wide open Camp, and never did she want to find her family. Why would she? She would only cause their deaths.
Physical Appearance: Ace is definitely pretty. With her double colored eyes, since she has the medical diagnosis of complete heterochromia, she is definitely one rare specimen. One of her iris is the color of brownish hazel, and the other is that of misty blue. Both of them looked absolutely pretty marbles on her heart shaped face. She has long, naturaly curly dark eye lashes, and her wavy and shiny hair falls down on her shoulders. She has thin eye brows, perfectly placed on her face, and her lips are red and is a thin line under her small nose. Ace is small and speedy, with a little waist and muscular, and yet long and thin limbs. She is standing over 5'5", weights below average, even though she eats alot due to heredity, and she has a slightly tanned skin.
Ace is a bit of a tomboy in style, and she loves to prefer baggy pants and shirts anyday than skirts and dresses. She hates make-up, jewelry or any of the like, and despises anything that would make her look anything at all unlike her. She doesn't believe on anyone being another person for the sake of appearance, but she doesn't really care about the others that would. Ace wears her hair down, sometimes uncombed or hanging loose in a pony tail, to get it out of her eyes. She wipes her face off from sweat, by the back of her hand, and it becomes a habit of hers. She bites her lips if she becomes nervous and uneasy.
Another thing about Ace, is that she loves hats. It makes her feel safe and secured once something covers her head. She doesn't sweat easily, and she could wear a jacket under the heat of the Summer sun. Ace is photophibic too. She has the sensitivity to the light, and her eyes would hurt if she is exposed to brightness. The flash of a camera is one of the things that she hates the most.
Personality: Ace is a trouble maker in layman's terms. She has the certain image in her that labels her to be an action girl, deadly and powerful. Ace is athletic, and always on the move. She tends to stay away from the things that remind her of the past, but if her attention is divertede, she may forget that she even had a past. She is a prankster, and very much fun-loving in the inside, if you offer her a chance of diception and trickery, but she always tells the truth if she gets caught. She hates to lie, and therefor makes an effort into the extent of disguising herself if she doesn't want to be caught. Ace, has a mild irritation to authority, and she hates them all. She doesn't care about the rules, to the extent of not really knowing who the current president of the US is. Ace is good at making others both feel at home, or feel unwelcomed, as long as she feels like it's right to do so. Basically, Ace is no average girl.
Ace is a bit bossy. She hates it if someone doesn't see her perspective before jumping into conclusions. She's yell at them, if they don't ever listen to her, and in the end, if she was right and they were wrong, she'll say the quote: "I told you so." on them. Ace feels quite guilty, if someone would ever be in her bad side, but if she remember why she hated them from the start, her burning passion ignites. Ace usually scowls, whenever she is intimidated, but her smile is worth a thousand lives if you were able to replace that blank, expressionless face of hers.
Fatal Flaw: Ace has acute senses, proven to her that she is unique. Or maybe it's too acute. Ina battle, as they fight, she might get glimpse of far away things that distract her from the enemy, thus her fate ends.
Pets: She has a small Robot-like machine, about 2 feet tall. One of Hepheastus' scrap creations she found as she wandered around one of his abandoned forges. Vio, sort for Voí̱theia(help in Greek) is a handy helper around the cabin, and it has modern day technology installed in his motherboard, creating emotions in his system. It is a walking, talking and probably the most creative computer system there is. Ace considers it as a 'sibling' for at least this doesn't judge her character based on what she has done, therefore she treasure it mosts and never lets it out of the building. {Transformers >.<}
Talents: One of the most notable thing about Ace, is that she's got one eck of a mocking bird's voice. She could sing sweetly, and yet she spends her time shouting her voice out. She learns to play the guitar, another noteworthy talent, thus she owns her own blue guitar besides her bunk.
On demigod talks, Ace has the power to cause major disruptions in peace. Like setting off fires from no where, creating large gapping holes in buildings and even unknowingly making objects combust, as long as it's chaotic, drastic and catastrophic, you know the daughter of Eris could be behind it. But, behind it all, Ace doesn't go to the extent of world dominations. Sometimes, even if it weren't of her doings, she gets blamed for everything.
Weapons: Ace is handy at sword play, but she prefers the regular bow and arrow as her main weapon of choice. She has a golden apple, ironic how it brought down the ancient Greek civilizations before, that transforms into a bow made of flexible Birch wood, and fine string.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round.
Other: Played by Jorgelina Airaldi
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Quote: "I write sins, not tragedies."
“Cause Maybe, Your Gonna Be The One to Save Me."
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  Half-Bloods
Name: Travis Novale
Age/Birthday: 15/June 28
Gender: Male
God Parent: Poseidon
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Carmel Novale(mother); Justine Novale(older step brother); James Novale(step dad)
Years in Camp: New Camper.
Brief History: Travis is a natural trouble maker, at school and at home in West Virginia. He was dreaded by most of his batchmates, because he's got the air of intimidation around him, even when they were still at the age of 6. He was cut off by then, since everyone was too scared to befriend the guy. the teachers would always complain on how his blue eyes looks into their souls, and he's managed to get himself kicked out of a school, even before classes starts. Carrie, or known as Carmel, was desperate, and just plain busy with her work(she was an accountant in a major bank branch) at first to notice the signs of ADHD and attention seeking of her son, which cause him to have a depressing and lonely childhood.
At the age of ten, his mother remarried another man, James, thus creating another blow of depression to him. He dreaded the day of their marraige, and even threatened of running away. But eventually, they married without such fuss.
But, as his step-father learned of such behaviors, after their first child was born, he eventually signed him up for military school, which he rebelled with. James didn't want such attitude and atmosphere on which justine was to grow up in. Travis was angry, and blinded by rage, he took off in the night, running away without a good bye. For years, he was alone in the streets, avoiding the police and making his way up into the big apple, New York.
He stood alone in the couple of years, fighting gangs for food and money, and, eventually, monsters for survival. He was very much a rebel back then, until he found Samantha, another demigod of Hermes. she was sly, cunning, and just plain pretty inside and out, eventually, Travis had fallen in love with her. For a year, they traveled around, since both were runaways and unclaimed demigods, and in that year, they managed to group with a satyr. He managed to take them to camp, and which they arrived uneventful until the base of the hill. As they walked up, something charged them, and Sam pushed both guys out of the way of the tall, one-eyed man, making her target. She managed to throw them away, but in the end, she was thrown away in a crumpled mess, dead. Travis mourned for her, and promised to be a better person when for both of them.
Within the years, he managed to get rid part of the sad personality in him. he managed to reconnect with his family in the past, where his father took him in, but he was still pushing in his choice of the military school, therefore he was still running away.
Physical Appearance: Tyler is definitely 'cute' in a girl's perspective. He's tall, lean and pale, like a vampire in the modern day movies. He has short, choppy, and raven black hair. He's definitely Mr. tall, dark and dangerous, and the way he looks alone makes you either intimidated or want to hang around with for a long time. He's got a scar over his right eye, and his irises are an amazing color shade of blue, which turns to green in the proper perspective. He stands exactly 5'10", which is tall, and he has the certain gene that doesn't allow him to tan up, but only add freckles.
He is normally not the type of guy to dress up on usual camp days, but he does on a date. He's got the certain charm that makes everyone love his way of posture, even though he stand with only his boxers in front of them. He isn't that muscular, but he has the power to defend himself in battle.
Personality: He is very sweet whenever he wants to. He's the typical guy who'll always be there, who'll love to be your best friend, and who'll stick by your side in bad times if you befriend him in the right way. He's easily flirted too, and would easily fall for someone he knows are good by heart. He's the guy who looks past the physical appearance and looks deeper into their personality, but even then, he's a bit gullible. Travis is a natural born individual worker, thus he's a bit pessimistic and cut off, but he is also a hard working person. If you do get to know him truly, you're lucky.
Travis is a tad weird in nature, but he is a tactitian, and has the ability to think ahead. Sometimes, he's laid back, and he's got a sense of humor, even if he is kind of dark and mysterious. Secrecy is his tactic in approaching others, keeping the image of Mr. tall, dark and creepy, but the sooner you get to let him lose, he'll probably be a good conversationalist. He loves to stay alone in the dark, keeping his thoughts by himself, but occasionally, he's shares it with others. He hates it when he's criticized, and he takes it personally. He doesn't like hard opinions, and acts as if it doesn't hurt him, but it does, mentally and emotionally.
Fatal Flaw: He has a really big problem with Authority. He definitely hates it when someone bosses him around. He talks back, no matter how life threatenting it is to do so, when someone is toying with him. They say, it's because he's trouble, walking around for death matches, but in truth, he's just plainly a magnet to problems and dangers, and just a tad bit misunderstood.
Pets: A cute little German Shepherd.
Talents: He's got the ability to move fast and he is sometimes everywhere at once. Some say it's teleport, but truth be told, he's just that stealthy and athletic. He is, like any child of Poseidon, gifted in powers over large bodies of water. He could control waves, current and water itself, making him both deadly, and powerful.
Weapons: He's got a sword of Celestial Steel, that turns into a small, wooden, sword key-chain.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer, but he tends to run away back to camp during the school year.
Other: Played by Remus Ledin.
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“Who Said There Wasn’t Beauty In The Chaos?”
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 Name: Zinnia 'Zin' Melione
Age/Birthday: unknown/ 13
Gender: Female
God Parent: Chaos
Mortal Parent: Anna(mother), Lily(twin sister[Golden Eagle’s charrie])
Years in Camp: a Year.
Brief History: Living with her step dad and two brothers in the world war two, Zin was brought up like a boy, unlike her sister. She was creative and very much a tough and stubborn kid back then, as she is now. Lily and Zin’s mother, Anna, unfortunately got killed at their birth, thus making their step brothers and step father to take care of the two instead. When she was 13 of age, her brothers and their step father joined the war. Zin, who refuses to heed refuge with Lily, lied about her gender and age, joined in the war. At her first battle, she was greatly wounded. But however, she was able to crawl to safety and faint with great injuries. Waking up, she found herself in the Lotus Hotel and Casino in Vegas, and became one of it's inhabitants for a long time. Within this year, she was able to get out of the Hotel's charm and live in the streets for 1 month where she took in the changes of the new world and was brought to camp by a satyr.
Physical Appearance: She has short hair that falls to her shoulders and has silver-grey eyes. She has a small figure but has the posture of a boy. She is 5'3", which is small, and has pale skin, as if she weren’t so exposed in the sunlight. Her thin eye brows were black in color, like her hair and her eye lashed are curled naturally. Her teeth are straight and pearly white, for a soldier. She has large battle scars in her legs and arms, which she tries to hide, for she thinks it makes her look weak. She usually wears a black shirt under her navy jacket and likes to wear shorts rather than jeans.
Personality: She is one stubborn kid, with a loyal heart. She loves the dark and prefers to be alone, but in the presence of friends, she is quiet. She has a strong fighting spirit and fears little. She will defend her friends and doesn't back down from her opponent because she is a girl. She is short tempered and somewhat distant. She is lovely in the inside but she blocks all her 'girlish' traits behind her walls.
Pets: -none-
Talents: She cannot dance, nor sing. She tries her best to 'fit' in with the new world. She tries on new stuff, but doesn't stays on particular talents. She doesn't care either what others say of her talentless.
Weapons: A celestial bronze sword.
Other: She can create weapons and other things out of nothingness and she can also create scenes of chaos around her. She can also do the powers of other campers if they show it first but it takes more of her energy and it takes time for it to be regain.
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- Character Sheet:
Character you're applying for: Hades, god of the Underworld
Brief description of the character: (Personality and Physical)
Personality: He is usually described as cruel and unjust. The lord of the dead is really a misundrstood god. He is ill-tempered and easily offened. He is quite the loner and would order the company of his wife, childeren and ghost servants rather than the Olympians. He lives by his own rules and lives to show how much power he has over his brothers. He wanted to show off, so they could treat him more respectfully and not a foe to be feared. He may hate his family, but he is also quite loyal. Stubborn he may be, he keeps his word. He tries to keep a cruel aura around him, be he is actually pleased if he's noticed by the other gods.
Appearance: No one is really sure how the gods look. They shift their forms into which is more suitable for the occasion. But mostly, he appears with dark hair and brownish black eyes. He wears a cape in his normal form and it turns red at his war like state. He is usually as pale as a ghost, may it be from lack of sunlight or being the ghost-land's ruler.
No one really knows his true form, for which, the mere sight of them could kill you.
Sample Roleplay: The barren land of the underworld stretched for miles. It was impossible to scoure it all for intruders and passages. But who knows. Maybe it could be mapped out someday. Two figures stood in the dim light of the underworld express way. They were standing there, never admiring the shadow, but with a plan in mind.
A skeleton guard stood by the side of the god of the underworld. Both ready for battle or for any orders, his red glowing eyes held no trace of disobedience. "Do you think, we could find a map of this place?" the man said, standing proud and tall. His dark cloack fluttering even without the breeze. The skeleton rattled it's jaw is agreement. "And do you think, maybe, we could build my empire larger?" he asked again. The skeleton's response was the same. Hades turned his heel and faced his kingdom. "Get Dadelus, the builder of the labyrinth. We must have his service before that air head Minos makes his choice." he ordered. The skeleton nodded his skull and scampered to the endless sea of souls. Hades smirked. "It is time. Time for them to acknowlage the underworld as the greatest empire." he purred the last word. It was his time to shine. Time to be noticed and not just a character in the background. He silently trudged back to his throne room, never letting the smirk fade, but also held his head up high.
Why do you deserve/want to roleplay this character?
I think I deserved him because, I really want to roleplay him. I was having a mental war whether I'll apply or not, but here I am:)
So want to rp as Hades because to me, Hades plays a major part in Greek mythology. But he rarely got any notice. It is a role I would like to be for Hades is a god I understand. It is time for him to be acknowlaged as the hero he is and not the cruel god everyone thinks he is. I want to show his point of views for others to know his side before they take the sides of the Olympians.
This is where they started from!
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Half-Bloods
The Basics
“Things You Might Want To Know”
[justify]Chase Anne Theseus is a daughter of the god of wine, theater and madness, Dionysus. She’s 14 years old, born on the 18th of September, and she’s ready for everything life throws at her. Camp Related
“The Outside World Is My Dream, And Camp’s My Reality.” She’s been claimed, the moment she’s stepped a foot inside the camp’s boarders. Chase is also an old timer in camp, being there for as long as her whole life. She was well known in camp as to being one of the oldest, which actually spent her days, living at Camp Half-Blood. She’s definitely year-round, but she plans on somewhat renting an apartment near Long Island to have her very own taste of the real world. History
“I Tend To Repeat It Over And Over Again” Jeanette Marie Theseus, Chase’s biological mother, was pretty, with big blue eyes, brown-ish red hair and a heart shaped face, but she wasn’t exactly what we call careful. She was young, reckless and egoistic. Having her parents being the 10th richest people in the world and being the only child, her life was literally all about her. She had everything laid to waste, everyone was looking at her every move, and she loved the lime light so much. It pained her to be out of the camera’s point of view. What more could a girl want?
Well, she could answer it with one word. [i]More. She was power hungry, wanting everything new, shinny and colorful. Her parents oblige, of course, as too they were too busy with their own personal lives. They didn’t care what she does with her life, as long as their family reputation doesn’t get stained in the process.
But the day they dreaded most, where all the reality of the world came crashing down on their perfect lives, happened too early for everyone’s liking. To have a taste of the hard cold truth, after living so long in the world of fantasy, it was painful. Unacceptable even to the rules they permanently set up in the household. Jeanette was pregnant. On the age of 18, she carried within her the small, fragile baby Chase.
How did it happen? Easy. Jeannette was looking for more. More lime light, more power and more attention. And she got it, attracting the wine god when she wandered into a night club one night.
She stumbled along inside, probably checking the new club out one night. And Dionysius was already there, drinking whisky in the sidelines, having his eyes glued to the bodies that tangle in the dance floor. Probably, he was already looking out for her. Because as she ordered a drink, he walked closer, attempted to interact with the mortal. Jeannette wasn’t exactly right in the head by then. Having taken a few sips of alcohol, her will was easily broken by the young, flirty and cheesy pick up lines of the god. But of course, since they just met, they weren’t exactly ready for anything.
Day passed by, and the more the mortal fell in love with the man. With his large gifts for her, for his sweet poems of unconditional love and for the fact that he was immortal, powerful, a god. Yes, Dionysus told her the truth, knowing that she’ll grow closer to her more. And she did, wanting the world to know that she’s that special to attract that powerful a man. She wanted him to stay, to love her all her life, to be the one she’ll call her husband. But Dionysus knew that couldn’t be. They tend to drift apart sooner or later. And what Dionysus didn’t know, Jeannette was already carrying a baby girl in her womb, the little sign of life in her womb.
And so, when Dionysus finally went away, leaving her heart broken in two, she was devastated. She tried everything. She rebelled, she locked herself in a room, and she even starved herself. But the wine god didn’t come back for her.
Then, when everything was almost fine, her parents finally taking a second glance at her, she was already 6 months pregnant, her belly as big as herself. Her parents were disgusted with her, for having a daughter in her womb without the father. They considered to keep it a secret, but Jeannette was already loosing the will on her own baby. She considered abortion, but her parents were full on their faith, they would never allow it.
And so, Chase was born into the world, secretly of course on September 18. But Jeannette won’t accept the child as hers, and the nurse considered on sending the plump, cute and pink child into an orphanage. But what she didn’t know, a satyr, assigned by Dionysus himself was already out to fetch the girl. And so, on September 20, two days after she was born, the child went missing. What they thought happened to the child was a matter of the family, but all they know was the girl gone, out of their lives for, hopefully, forever.
But little did they know, after a year in trekking back home, the satyr finally made it back, and Chase grew up in camp Half-Blood, where she truly belonged. She never knew her mother, she never would go to her father, and all she had for family were her half siblings and older campers in her time. She trained hard, to show what she was worth, and would never complain during punishments.
On her 7th birthday, there was some commotion in half blood hill. Some monster was attacking incoming campers, and she was considering in joining the defensive line to help save them. She was too young, and yet she was one of the front liners in battle. She fought with two dracaena, with only a dagger in hand and won. Supposedly, it went on for hours, as she dodged in coming enemy attacks, flinging medicines here and there, but in the end, it was already a winning war. And so, she had a first glimpse at what exactly could have been her life when she didn’t live in camp.
Chase is now 12, and she was assigned for half blood retrieval in Manhattan. This was the first time she was in the big city. And something hit her. She could try and live in the city. But then, the unimaginable happened. She crossed paths with her mom, who was now 32 years old, married and living her butt off in a studio designing program. At first, it wasn’t anything special with the encounter. But maybe something in Chase’s eyes reminded her of her baby. Because as she took a second glance at Chase, in the busy streets of the city, she broke down and wept, the memories of the past flinging back to her baby.
Chase didn’t know what to do. And so she ran as far as her feet could carry her. She didn’t know the woman, but she was oddly familiar. Like an old treasured memory in her head. And so she realized who exactly it was.
Chase gave up on the mission after then. She called a satyr in camp and asked if he’ll replace her, and he obliged. Fuming for an unknown reason, Chase stormed back to camp and for the firs time, faced her father. She wanted answers. She was angry, confused and just plain mad for being toyed around like that. Dionysus looked at her child, not making any second glances, and told his story with a tone of boredom. But in truth, he was proud enough to see his daughter rise up to be independent, unlike Jeannette. But Chase didn’t want any of this. She had a rebellious air inside her.
She can’t believe what her mother was, a teenage mom, desperate for attention. And her dad was just there, as if she wasn’t one out off a million, but one of the million children he had. She was easily replaceable, easily forgotten, easily absorbed in the back ground.
Then is where hold to camp broke hold, and a long time disorder in her arises. Kiara, as what Chase calls her, is the bad side of her personality, definitely she arose within all the emotions cooped up in her little world. Kiara was fierce, mad, blood lusty and scary, even for Chase. She’s the reason Chase gets a bad reputation, being rebellious. She hated the gods, and the life they throw their children in the mix, but she doesn’t despise camp. It was her home for 13 years after all. It was the only string that attached her to the place, and not go join the side of the titans. But as days go on, and she has to face the world with the cheerful expression they wait for her to show, her decision upon going to the dark side rises above. Everyday, as she place on a poker face she was always used too, her hold to camp lessens.
Chase was afraid that someone’ll get hurt, because of her, but then again, she couldn’t control her alter personality. Until now, the two personalities clash in one body. And the worst thing is, when you get stuck with both of them, you’ll surely be dead meat. Physical Appearance
“Take A Picture. It’ll Last Longer.” Chase, like her mom, has blue eyes and brown-ish, red hair. She has a heart shaped face and a slightly peachy skin color. Her soft pink lips is always glued with a soft smile and her features are small and gentle. She stands with a tall structure for her age, rising up to 5’7” the last time she took her measurements and has a little waist line. She has a sprinkle of freckles on her nose, and she also has a long scar, ranging from her right hand to her elbow. She is a left handed person but she could do as much damage with her right hand.
Chase’s fashion sense clearly rises above the rest. Not because she has as much interest in fashion as Aphrodite’s children, but because she knows nothing off it. Maybe the most fashionably accepted clothes she wear is a shirt and pants, but mostly, she dresses herself up like a boy. She knows nothing of make-up, fitting shirts or with short skirts, but she does wear shorts. Gussying up in the morning isn’t really important to her, and she doesn’t even care if she took a shower in the morning or not. Personality
“A Little Catch To The Package.” Chase was always confusing and weird. Not because of what she appears to be, but because she’s got a lot more disorders than the rest. She’s got multiple personalities. But don’t worry, she only has one, the bad side to her personality, named Kiara. Both of them has the same flaw too. With the sweet, innocent Chase, and the fierce, angry Kiara, both of the personalities are Power Hungry. They both are exceptionally bad when it comes with power, and they tend to want more. Chase
“The Brighter Side Of Things.” Likes:
-to Draw, Write Poems
-to play Pranks and crack Jokes
-Fun itself
-Colors
-the Rain
-to Create
Dislikes:
-Crowds
-Alcohol
-high Positions
-the Dark
Overall Personality:Chase is optimistic, friendly and does love fun. She’s sweet, and gentle, loving all things small and cuddly. She’s definitely have an air of happiness around her. Chase loves to smile, and spread the happiness around. She’s a strong, independent girl, living in camp all her life, and has a huge fighting soul. She loves to crack jokes, make pranks, plan battle and just plain hang out with strangers and friends alike. She loves to draw, to write poems and literature. Dyslexic-ness aside, she always wanted to be a professional artist or author.
But, on the other hand, she’s always self conscious. She thinks that everyone is out to see her screw up. She also can’t hold a grudge to save her life. She is always forgiving, always seeing the brighter side of life. Kiara
“Being Good Is Over Rated.”
Likes:
-to Fly
-to Destroy
-to Feel the Adrenaline in her veins
-to play Sports
Dislikes:
-Make Up
-Stuck up snotty kids
-Dances
-Confusion
Overall Personality:Kiara is chase’s opposite inside of her. She’s rebellious and fierce. She loves to destroy, to release her pain in violence, something Chase doesn’t approve off. She’s like an Ares kid, violent, destructive, unpredictable. She considers herself as a variable in the equation of family, something not to be controlled. She likes to battle, to fly and feel the rush of excitement, making being a pilot as her life long dream.
Kiara, like all Ares kids, is just very much confused. She’s a coward under her tough appearance and she specifically hates it to be controlled and manipulated. She doesn’t like to be toyed with either. Kiara has a short temper, and would normally appear whenever Chase seems to be threatened and abused. Either that, or whenever their both emotionally disable.
Pets
“Something to Toy With.”
None at the moment.
Talents
“The Beginning Of Fun.”
Chase is one of the normal Dionysus kid. She could control Vines and she’d been exceptionally talented in making others slightly crazed. Chase is exceptionally good at poetry and art, and Kiara is good with control panels for airplanes, after thinking of her dream of being a pilot in the future.
Other
“The Tag Along.”
She’s got only one other personality. She also isn’t close to her dad.
Chase’s color is #CCCC66
Kiara’s color is #3399CC
When RPing with both, the color is #CCCCFF
“Keep Your Feet On The Ground, When Your Head’s In The Clouds.”
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the hyped up demi-titan by Mnemosyne
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 Half-Bloods Name: Chloe Alastrina Age/Birthday: 16/ November 25 Gender: Female God Parent: Mνημοσύνη(Mnēmosýnē)Mnemosyne- Titan of memory and remembrance Claimed: Yes Mortal Family: Ryan Alastrina(Father) Years in Camp: She’s new. History: When Ryan Alastrina went to college, he didn’t know what would expect him there. He came from an old family in the out skirts of town, therefore in a highly privileged people, he didn’t know what to do. Ryan was smart, intellectual and funny, such traits caused him to get a scholarship in the certain school. He had red hair, a boyish look and always a smile on his lips. Making him be very handsome and smart, two qualities that attracted a titan to him. Being humorous and out going, he attracted different lovers, each wanting him for their own. But only one woman caught his eye. It was Mnemosyne, titan of memories. She was logical, something he’ll never forget to notice her smile, the way answers of different proportions would flow out of her mouth and the flash of intellect in her eyes. And so, they got into a relationship, which ended with Chloe. Mnemosyne a.k.a. Zoey, regretted to leave, but had to. Ryan insisted her to stay. He was gullible not to know his ‘Zoey’ was a Greek Myth. But ancient laws couldn’t be changed, and ‘Zoey’ left their newly born kids in the hands of a Ryan. Desperate in keeping all memories of the woman, he kept very good care of their child. Chloe, he called her, something that remind him of Zoey. She, at first had a mop of blond hair, and soft grey eyes, and Ryan planned a good future for her daughter to live in. He became a man with a right job. An architect. He was always busy with plans, but still got time for his only daughter. Being loyal to Zoey, he never remarried and vowed to stay that way. So, indeed, Chloe had a meaningful life. She had friends, a good school and the best home, which was in the out skirts of town, life could ever give. She was never bullied, and had a nice group of friends. She had a high position in her school Swimming team and best of all, she had a perfect dad. Almost nothing could rain on her life’s parade. But even she wasn’t excluded in monster attacks. At first, it was only some Cyclopes following her, stalking her and even trying to steal her away, but there were always something failing their plan. For 14 straight years, nothing bigger than a tank-sized hell hound attacked her. She lived a happy and normal life as a teen. Having crushes, gossiping, fulfilling studies and such. But she always felt empty inside. So, when she was 15, when disaster struck and changed her life and dreams when something arrived on her door steps and caught her unguarded. A really BIG surprise. The Minotaur, half man and half beast itself charged through the house, with only their small family inside, literally crashing the house her father pain staking built over time. And to make matter’s worst, it was after Chloe. Being naïve, Chloe didn’t react fast enough, taking time for the scene to sink into her head. When the monster charged, that’s the time her brain shifted with the words: I’M DEAD. Chloe closed her eyes. Beginning to pray silently to God to spare her and let the others go. And soon, did the roaring and chaos stopped. Standing on what looked like sulfur dust was another smaller Girl. It was the very own Zinnia Melion who saved her. Chloe looked around, confused as ever and saw the wreckage that was once her house. Piles of furniture all over the place, broken. Splinters of wood and cement chunks were everywhere including in what she guessed was the yard. And the most horrifying image, her dad kneeling in the foot of the stairs. Of course, he hadn’t been in the ground floor in time to see the commotion. So he thought this was something of Chloe’s fault for the damage. Chloe could see it in his eyes. The pain, the memories and her childhood washed away because of an accident. Chloe tried hard, for him to see it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Including the emotionless savior, who tried hard not to look impatient? And in the end, sending off images unknowingly into her father’s brain. And so it happened. One minute he was looking pained, and the next, he was doubling over, clutching his head like it was about to fall. Chloe panicked, and screamed for help. But as fast as it started, it ended. Ended badly too. Ryan slowly looked up, something unreadable in his eyes. And then he started to laugh. Booming echoes bounced off the misshapen walls. And then Chloe realized what happened, and what she did. She drove her father mad. The crazed brown eyes looked at her with no hint of recognition. Chloe couldn’t believe what luck she had. The first moment her dad was the best dad ever, and now, he’s just plain crazed. On the other hand, her savior looked like she was in a hurry too, strings of words nearly in audible coming off her mouth. Words like camp, monsters, and even something about gods. But she couldn’t process it. In desperation, Zin yanked Chloe’s arm up, and she led her out. Chloe was surprised and in shock, not questioning where they’ll go. And the last image she got, before Zin shadow traveled their way into long island, was gruesome. Her dad, still doubling over in hidden, crazed humor and her child hood home in smithereens. A sentence embedded itself in her head. You made your dad crazy.Physical Appearance: Chloe has grey eyes and dirty blond hair that falls to her mid back. She’s petite, small and light, which makes her fast and speedy. She has soft, pale lips and slightly tanned skin. She ranges her height between 5’4” to 5’6”, but she doesn’t exactly know. As for scars, she has them. Lots of them. And every one of them had a story. Like the one on her elbow was caused by a rouge harpy. The one on her cheek was a accident at Social Studies class and the one on her leg was actually caused by a laptop charger. How she got injured by it is a mystery to her, as well as other scars. It may be caused by monsters, others or her own clumsiness. Chloe, like her personality, is mixed up and whacked. Whenever it’s sunny, she may have different out fits that range from hoodies to jackets, sandals to rubber shoes and shorts for jogging pants. She may wear bright colors in gloomy days, and neutral ones in the sunny ones. She could also wear sleeve-less shirts in the rain and jackets in the summer afternoon. She sticks out, and she’s proud of it. Personality: Chloe is a sweet girl, with split personalities. She may be moody at times, but she’s really happy. She loves to play under the sun, where it’s bright and, well, sunny. She is determined to help others, which allows her to achiever her goals. Chloe is pretty prep, always looking at things with a typical glass-half-full out look. She rarely get’s angry, being the cheerful and youthful girl she is, but you wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. Like a proper lady, she is patient, cunning and smart, the traits she earned with her father. But she has a split side to her humane side. She’s weird. Really weird, which doesn’t really care about what others think. She stands out in a crowd like a sore thumb, may it be to her personality and on what she wears. She’s straight, direct and approachable. Not scared of what others will think and would voice out her thoughts. Meanwhile, she is also a grudge holder. She never forgets anything you do mean to her. She usually acts cold, stiff and harsh around the person involve, which is unlike her, but if you’d ask for an apology hard enough, she might as well forgive you. She is also not very courageous. She doesn’t want to experience heart brakes, pain and such so she sometimes shuns others from being too close to her heart. And to her loved ones, she’ll be over protective. Chloe also haven’t gotten the little voice in her head fixed too. Like, if you would go into a dark alley, you’d probably be scared and a voice in your head would want to end the nightmare fast. But her mind doesn’t work that way. She will be going into the said alley head on, skipping and probably humming loudly to herself. Having a low sense of self preservation, you’d probably think she’s all that. But in the inside, she’s just as confused about life as a 7 year old would be. Fatal Flaw: She’s too naive. Curious about things, small and big. She doesn’t really see the big picture even if you post it on a bill board and place neon lights to it. A man in a coat could offer her candy and she’d take it into a trap. Pets: a small baby hedgehog named Ariel.  Talents: Chloe is what you could call ‘talented’ in half blood terms. She could bring up a distant memory in your head, no matter how hard you hide it. And she could also place other false memories into your head, as if it were real and drive someone mad. If she’s sad, gloomy and won’t explain why, she’ll just pop a memory into your head and answer your questions. In short, she controls memories. She’s not so good with a sword, and mediocre with a dagger, but she loves a celestial bronze dagger of hers, which she uses in a fight. In ‘normal’ terms(but what’s normal there?), she’s pretty mediocre. She could sing, with a soft soprano voice and could play the guitar. She loves swimming, and was a swimmer in her past school varsity team. Weapons: A celestial Bronze sword. Year-Round or Summer: Depends. Would you want to ask her dad if he’ll accept her back? Other: N/A
“Dreams Are The Less Descriptive Nightmares.”
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the strange, British Morpheus kid
-o-o-o-o-o-o- - Character Sheet:
 Halfbloods:
Name: Jasper Fritz
Age/Birthday: May 15, 1996
Gender: Male
God Parent: Morphus
Mortal Parent: Gene Fritz
Years in Camp: 3
Brief History: He doesn't remember his past because he was trapped in the lotus Hotel and Casino for 50 years. He'd escaped from the place when he was eight and now he's wondering what happened to his family. He'd only remember a faint memory of screams, smoke and evil laughter. Since his time outside the hotel, he experienced how to be a regular kid in a short time. But that was until a minautor attacked his school and forced him to flee. He hid in the empty streets of Manhattan until a mysterious man appeared and led him to camp. Upon reaching there, he disappeared leaving Jasper with more quesions than answers.
Physical Appearance: He has brown shaggy hair that went to his chin, pale skin and has grey stormy eyes. He was thin from his early days in the streets and he usually didnt care what he looked like. He would just glare if someone points it out and leave. He looked like a child of hades except for the eyes. Always the eyes.
Personality: He is sometimes sensitive and friendly, but when he is alone, he feels empty. He hides himself from his true pains and he never took down his walls to anyone. Even from his best pal. He loves to listen to music or practice under the heat of the sun but he played alone. He sometimes talked to his pet but he sets it free most of the time, seeing it liked the freedom.
Pets: Parrot. He got it when it injured it's wing and needed treatment when Jasper was in the woods a couple of years ago.
Talents: He has no particular talent and he doesn't bother in serching for one. He is content and happy for who he is but still seem restless to find more about his confusing past.
Weapons: He has short daggers but he doesn't use it due to his powers. His daggers were pure black and made from a strange metal that works on monsters effectively.
Other: He is afraid of water because he once drown in a lake when he was 10.
Doesn't like love so much and think it's a waste of time but in reality, it is what he just needs.He'd been so cooped up in his thoughts that he didn't see the signs of people around him caring so he didn't know what to feel when he did realize.
The Deadmay your soul dwell in the ever wonderful haven."The Supernatural Is The Natural Not Yet Understood."
a||r||j||a||y||||s||a||n||c||h||e||zthe silent but deadly Melinoe camper-o-o-o-o-o-o- - Character Sheet:
 Half-Bloods
Name: Ricky John 'Arjay' Sanchez
Age/Birthday: 17/ May 13
Gender: Male
God Parent: Melinoe, goddess of ghosts.
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Benjamine Sanchez(Father), Lex Sanchez(Sister), May Sanchez(Twin;dead)
Years in Camp: 1
Brief History: Arjay's life was complicated. Before he was born, it was already weaved by the fates to be complicated. Melinoe, seemingly interested in Ben deeper than what she thought, she again went back into his life, and eventually brought life to twins. And, before she became attached again, she parted from her whole family, leaving another set of kids in Ben's doorstep.
As a child, 10 years of age, it was pretty weird. With her older sister always running away, his father being always not there as he was to Lex, he only had one companion in life. It was May, her un-identical twin sister. Named after their birthmonth, May was very pretty indeed. As he was handsome, she was prettier, and together they made an awesome, beutiful couple. They were inseperable and definitely, they were always seen together. Several people would woe one of the twins, an since they didn't look alike in any way, they used it to their advantage and pretended they dated. For Arjay, he didn't want to date because of his absolute feeling of completeness with his only twin and sister. No another girl was good enough for him. He loved them both, in the familial way of the Filipinos, and would put down anything for their sake. But for whatever reason his sister had, he didn't know.
But when they were 15, something happened that changed his perspective in life. As he was going home, his sister had an accident, since she skipped school back then because of her happy go lucky nature. She was crossing the street, wanting to buy the bread from the other block, when a drunken man drove straight into the sidewalk and killed her. Arjay greived her sister's death. How could his Twin go on without him. So many night were spent sleepless and his eyes could cry no more. That's when he learned his talent from the gods.
As he was sleeping, a sense of warmth and love enveloped him. Almost, as if as someone was in his room, since he slept alone except when his sister would sleep in his room, something caressed his arm. He jumped up, startled, and then he saw her. She was smiling down at him. May was there, pale under the moonlight, and yet she looked alive. She smiled at him, and mumbled something unaudible. Arjay was going to ask what it was, when she leaned down and grazed her ghostly lips on his. She loved him, as she thought he really WAS her partner! Arjay couldn't sleep in his room again, sleeping into Lex's room even if it meant to be on the floor.
Soon enough, Lex manage to see the potential demigod capability of Arjay, and eventually brought him to camp one summer. And since then, he made another home, somewhere the pain doesn't reach him anymore. And yet, as he had another sleepless night, he'd feel another sense of warmth envelop him and he'd eventually sleep.
Physical Appearance: He has shaggy brown hair, cut like he was either in a hurry, because it stuck out everywhere and yet it looked stylish. He has deep brown eyes that you could get lost into, having his father's genes in him rather than his mother's. Having a natural tan, he looks like a pampered kid, and compared to Lex, he was the real child of Ben. He's tall and not really mascular, but he isn't also skin and bones, nor is he fat. He's normal looking, but that normalicy is leanin into the skinny side a bit.
Arjay likes to wear anything, from suits and ties, to regular clothes. He's not really the type to be picky upon what he wears as long as he keeps his head down and out of notice. He's one in the million, and not one in a million. He rather likes to keep it that way too.
Personality: Arjay has a very distinct personality, he is very patient. He is the type of guy, which rarely speaks and yet when he does, his words, which are wise and well thought, and his voice, is alluring enough that makes you want to hear more. He isn't one of the Jocky kids, and yet he's into sports. He's probably one of the guys you'd very much prefer to hang around with, because of his air of big Brotherhood and because he's kind and just plain fun to be with. Like his older sister, he is the type who doesn't start a conversation, only wanting to listen to someone talk, but he's not the one to make it awkward or end it. He's the strong silent type, the ones girls dream for a prince charming.
He, like a gentlemen, has a weakness for girls. No matter how evil, how disgusting one is, he'd treat them with mucho respect. He, also, is power hungry, but indeed he knows he is. Arjay has the weird sense of being paranoid or jumping to conclusions at times, no matter how weird it is. Once you've got to get a taste of the thoughts in his head, you'll see how jumbled and mixed up it is.
Fatal Flaw: He is powerhungry.
Pets: None, an yet he loves to have a dog, seemingly envious of his siter's pet hedgehog.
Talents: As talents go, there are two ways on getting one. It's either you were born with it, or you worked hard into getting it. As for Arjay, he could play the guitar quite well. He's a musician by training, being forced to attend classes to get his head out of the gutter.
Weapons: A bronze sword, made from the same metal as her sisters and is blessed the same by the Fates. And like Lex's, it is an iPod by disguise.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer
Other: He's a left handed person. He could speak fluently in Visaya and Tagalog, as well as English. Arjay also likes to write. As long as he got his pen in his pocket, there is no way of knowing what he writes about...or for whom.
Arjay also could see spirits, and they whisper to him, like the buzz of bees. They warn him or potential danger, and they act like his guardians.
"I'm Not Breaking The Rules, I'm Making New Ones.”
a||l||e||x||a||n||d||r||i||a||||s||a||n||c||h||e||zMelinoe's girl next door-o-o-o-o-o-o- - Character Sheet:
 Half-Bloods
Name: Alexandria 'Lex' Sanchez
Age/Birthday: 17/June 12
Gender: Female
God Parent: Melinoe, goddess of ghosts.
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Benjamine Sanchez(Father)
Years in Camp: 5 years, having her be an old timer.
Brief History: The thing about Benjamine, he's not the type of person who'll lay low for the sake of family. No. He was a man who loved the lime light, and the paparazzies that swarm around him like flies. He is commonly known for being the major director of movies, and he's at the peek of his career when Melinoe came into his life.
It was only then, when the cute, plump little Lex was born that ol' Ben worried about being a father. Being 25 years old at the time, he never knew the consiquences of his action, even as he lived by himself in Los Angeles, and left his family back in the Philippines. Melinoe bargained with the god Chronos, as to she didn't want to be mixed up in Ben's world, that instead of 9 months, she was to give birth in 9 days. And after the argument, she won. Ben, since his career, it was all about him, and now that there was a baby into his life, he knew he had to take the responsibility he tried to avoid. Within the first week, they were supposed to be happy. But that was when Zeus came into their life, because she didn't heed her duties for a while, and Melinoe regretfully came with them when they threatend the life of the Sanchez.
Heartbroken, Ben vowed to raise their daughter careful in behalf of her lost mother. He stayed out of the business for a while, until he was sure Lex could go on without him, and he made a surprising comeback, for projects came flooding on his desk the moment he announced his appearance.
So, with a multi-million bank account, you'd think Lex would grow up as a spoiled brat, but no. She was grounded by the fact that she could do something that others couldn't. She was rebellious at first, running away with thousands in her bag, and the next day be found in a hospital, with the people smiling around her. She was gifted, the way that people always loved her at first impression.
But on the other side, her dad wasn't that happy of her giving traits. He worried tha she'd get kidnapped or get shot the moment she sets foot outside their home. But Lex wasn't one for being bossed around. And so, as the time she got the nerve to actually go somewhere oter than California, she met a fury. And it was Alecto herself, thirsting for her blood. Lex trembled upon seeing the hah, and she only wanted for a savior to help. And there did came a hero. As it turned out, someone found her under attack and helped her to camp. Not knowing what to do, she followed him.
But the moment she set a foot at camp, th man vanished, leaving her quite confused. So, in years, after her disappearance, she finally got the courage to go back home. Her dad, whom she expected to be furious, opened his arms for her, even offered her a home. But she didn't push him. She already had a house at camp.
Physical Appearance: Lex is quite the eye catcher. She has long curly red hair that just stops above her mid back. She had sparkling blue eyes, her Filipino descent from her father side not evident. She's also tall and thin, the ones the guys always looks at, but she's stubborn and very much uninterested in make up. Having a sprinkle of freckles on her pale skin, she's far from the perfect girl.
She's got easily bruised skin, like a delicate flower. She also has a scar on her thigh, from the fury attack too. She's got no fashion sense, wearing any old shirt in the closet even though her dad offers her the most expensive of things. She's very grounded, wanting to wear nothing of dresses and skirts. That's her, the plain old teen, nothing that would make you say she was a daughter of a film director.
Personality: Lex has certainly the air of a Girl Next Door title in her. She's not overly feminine, an she's not overly jock. She's typicly the 'good girl', being polite and all, and especially if she acts like she's not all that. She's the one who you could get along with ease if you know her well enough to read what she's trying to say. She's very much into everything teenagers her age would be into. She has danced and sang to music, read books, even if she's dyslexic, and even dreamed of boys. And, on half blood terms, she's also quite athletic. Once you get to know her, you'd probably think that she's open, and not the kid you'd see who'll sit in the rain. She wont stop a good social interaction, but she definitely isnt the one that starts it. She's sporty, nice and very soft spoken, but every good side has it's flips.
Past her good attributes, she's a bit secretive. She's as shy as a mouse, and she's got a big problem with authority. She hates to be controlled and she hates being inferior to others. Along with this, she pulls herself off the social track, because of her mom, she's got the abilities no one ever would wish for. She normally loves to be around books and inanimate objects. Because as she knows, the only things that won't leave her are the ones that doesn't die.
Fatal Flaw: Even if she knows that the fate of a person can't be change, she still tries to save them from harm, even if she perishes.
Pets: She has a small baby hedgehog named Kate.
Talents: She's an excellent singer. She could handle a sword as good as a bow and arrow, making her have a lot of options when offered weaponry.
Weapons: A sword that turns into an iPod, by her mother. It was crafted in the river Styx and blessed by the Fates, on how it vibrates as it sucks the individual's soul.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer, but she could sometimes stay year round.
Other: She could feel it if someone dies or if someone is close to death, as if their spirits relectantly leave their bodies slowly. But she can't see the specifics nor where. And, sadly, she can't know/feel her own death. She also can see ghost, thus the quote "I see dead people could relate to her".
"'Cause Cool Guys Don't Look At Explosions."
a||b||e||l||||m||o||n||t||e||n||e||g||r||othe blind son of Demeter-o-o-o-o-o-o- - Character Sheet:
 Half-Bloods
[b">Name: Abel Montenegro
Age/Birthday: April 18/ 16
Gender: Male
God Parent: Demeter
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Tristan Montenegro(dad), Freldie Montenegro(older step-sister)
Years in Camp: 6 years
Brief History: “What did you do muffin? Played with sharp objects and poked yourself blind?” that was the sentence he lived with. Believe it or not, his sister, which was a year older, was the only bully he had in his life. He guessed, that she really didn’t understand what it’s like to be blind. Which he was. Blind.
And so, if his own blood sibling doesn’t understand, why would others? He was treated lower than others was. Sure, he did have friends, but they don’t stay long. And the people he meets will chatter about, long enough for them to realize he’s blind and wander off, in search of another person. But he didn’t care what they do or think. He didn’t care even if he was still alive or not. And so he lived his life careless, sometimes invisible and not really that clear to the outside world. He’d dreamed of having his sight back, even for a day, and wished he wasn’t such a heavy baggage on his father’s shoulders. He wished he was someone special, someone to be bragged about, but it was a big wish. Yet it did happen, which he regretted the most.
His father was a technician, living their life in the small salary he has. He lived in a small apartment in lower New York. So close to camp, but he never knew about it until he was ten. And he hoped he never did. Cause, as he was walking to his apartment, with his sister teasing him about how the sky looks so beautiful and yet he couldn’t see it. Clenching his fists, he shoved his hands in his pockets and hung his head, hoping she’ll stop. But she didn’t.
Suddenly, a huge hellhound appeared, breaking through the back of a building, and pass some bushes. It roared greedily, like someone had just starved it and left a hunk of beef in the open air for it to chew on. Only the hunk of beef was Able. Panicked and adrenaline rushing, Able grabbed hold of his sister’s frozen form and ran who-knows-where. Thinking they could out ran it, he ran left, hoping he ran into an alley of some sort. But he was wrong. Instead of running into an alley, he ran into something. Or more like someone. But he was both blind and fazed that he didn’t care to know what he/she or even it was. He could hear his sister’s muffled cries, and he wondered for a second what could be the cause. But he didn’t dare ask her.
But then, ever so suddenly, everything went black, and he swore he felt something hit the back of his head.
Waking up, he found himself three days later at camp. Chiron was beside him, while he lay silently on the couch. And that was the time he was opened into the world of heroes and myths. Chiron explained how an elder camper saved him from the hellhound, and how he blocked out. He even told him what happened next, which was a gruesome happening. His sister died, not by the monster, not by the camper, but by accident. She was startled, frightened, that she left him unconscious on the sidewalk. She ran straight into the street, and a car appeared, crashing into her. It was a hit and run accident that killed her. Chiron’s face was grave, and he looked sorry, but Able couldn’t see the sadness in the man’s eyes. It was too much to sink in.
Thinking that it was okay, Chiron didn’t notice he was blind and began to tell him about his father. Tristan is upset, and Able thought he wouldn’t want to see his father, when he cause his sister’s death. So he never went back into his house. Ever again, and lived in camp since he was ten.
Physical Appearance: He has long strawberry blond hair, which hides his eyes. His light blue eyes are glazed over and looks like he was able to see. Due to genetics, he was permanently blind and wont be able to see the rainbow. He has pale skin and has a skinny structure. He is tall, about 6’ 4” and has a scar on his cheek.
Personality: Able is sarcastic, and usually laughing. But in truth, he’s sad. He loves pain, because it’s his only reminder that he’s alive. He pushes himself into the limit and doesn’t like others to pity him because he’s blind. Able loves to be somewhere small, safe and quiet. Where he could practically hear everything. Since his sight is lost, his other senses make him aware of what’s happening. He hates loud spaces, therefore tends to be alone in the cabin.
On the other hand, Able is nature loving and has a free spirit. He loves to be with others, even when it’s a one sided conversation. Able is used to mockeries, and sometimes makes fun of himself whenever the mood needs enlightenment. Able is strong and determined, and nothing could break his spirit whenever he decides to do something, he does it. Witty and a smart-Alec, he is kinda smart for his age. He dreams to be a scientist, and practically knows as much as Athena kids do, though he doesn’t brag about it.
Whenever he feels down, he fights. But not his normal fighting skill. He allows himself get beaten, because the more pain, the more he feels alive. But he doesn’t show that he’s losing purposely, he doesn’t want, or need, their pity. He needed pain, and he’ll get it. One way or the other.
Fatal Flaw: He has a low self-esteem and pushes himself too hard, even though he knows he’d die if he persisted.
Pets: A Golden Retriever, but it’s at their house in lower New York.
Talents: Able doesn’t know much, unless you’d place ‘a great cook’ and ‘a smart-Alec’ as a talent.
Weapons: He has a short dagger, but it’s enough for him to win in a battle.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Rounder
Other: He could control plants. Duh, Demeter kid.
“Smile, It Show’s You’re Worth Fighting For.”
d||e||r||e||k||||r||e||t||o||l||lthe gentleman form Apollo cabin
-o-o-o-o-o-o- - Character Sheet:
 Name: Derek Retoll
Age/Birthday: 15/ March 15, 1998
Gender: Male
God Parent: Apollo
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Francis(dead mother), Travis(step-dad)
Years in Camp: 3
Brief History: Derek had the worst of luck. And that’s already in half blood standards. He had an abusive step father and a caring young mother. Living in New York, you’d think they were saved from all the abuses by the law, but instead, it was worst. Living in a house that was once owned by his mother’s family, they could never escape the step-dad’s grasp because his mom loved the home she’d already made. His step dad was a drunkard, making them poorer at the present, and almost bankrupting their family with his poker games. Derek would get hit by the littlest of things. For forgetting to take the cat out, for leaving the door open, and even for not supplying his bets with his lunch money. In short, his father was a bully. And Derek hated him for that.
One day, as he was walking home from school, something happened that changed his life. The moment he opened the door to his house, he knew something was wrong. The rusty, metallic smell of blood hit his nose before he even got a chance to see it. Standing by the doorway, he saw his own mother in a pool of blood. He called for help, and soon, medics began to pour into the small, run down, home. Travis, who had been inside a bar this whole time, blamed Derek for his mother’s predicament. But he didn’t look at himself before he pointed the finger.
At it turns out, Francis had a heart attack, loosing her balance and falling on the ground, hitting her head in the process. And there was nothing more the doctors could do. She was already dead. Feeling down casted and sad, Derek didn’t leave the old house, knowing how much the house meant to his mother, he tried to live with his father. Going into a part time job, and supplying their needs, he had the most stressful and hard life a 11 year old could go into.
For a month, he tried to change his habits. Drowning himself with work to relieve himself of the pain. But his dad always made sure he wouldn’t forget what happened. One faithful night, all of these ended. Derek couldn’t help but runaway. In such a young age, he’d be a target for trouble in the streets. But luckily, a senior camper saw the boy as having a potential of being a half-blood. And he was right. After half bringing, half-dragging Derek to camp, he was able to confirm his thoughts. And that brings us to Derek, who still couldn’t accept the fact that he was a demigod, and his father left them at the hands of a drunkard of a man.
Physical Appearance: Derek has blond, shaggy hair that seems to not be tamed by any sort of combing. He has bright, blue eyes that held so much pain, and yet is mysteriously clouded by something else. He is on the height of 6'2” and had a pale complexion. He is built strong, with muscles, but seems to be skinny for his age. You’d see all his ribs from having to starve himself in the early stages of mourning. A scar near his left eye reminded him of his past life.
Personality: Derek is quite a charmer. He is the perfect gentleman, with having to live with his mother, you’d think he had never had a bad life. He is polite, quiet, but whenever he talks, everyone listens. He merely shakes his had or nod whenever the question is simple. And so does he have a inclination to be alone. He is protective among his friends and especially gentle to girls. You’d think he is a playboy, but he never wants to be one. Derek is also stubborn. He has a weird sense of humor and seems to be too serious at times.
Fatal Flaw: He is blinded by the truth whenever his friends are mixed into the problem
Pets: none
Talents: He could sing. Like any Apollo camper, he could play a guitar too. But he never does. Why should he show it? It doesn’t make his mom go back to life, so why should he?
Derek also has the ability to see pieces of what he's going to face ahead of time. His brain goes into alert mode whenever he feels attacked and his body reacts to the adrenaline, making him seem to move faster. Whenever he has a briuse, it could heal upon his word, but it takes mucho energy for it to close up.
Weapons: A celestial Bronze sword given by his father at his first year.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: He is mediocre when it comes to archery. For him, sword play is better. He loves to play basket ball and he also loves to smell the open ocean.
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| Incompleted or Unaccepted Ones:
the ones I'm doing
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Jul 02, 2011 8:02 am | |
| My Char's Relationships
Derek Retoll is Single. =]
Zinnia Melion likes Connor Chambers {Bre Bre}
Travis Novale is single. =] Violet Jones [/color]{BreBre}]
Ace Littner is Single. =]
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Jul 02, 2011 8:33 am | |
| The Interviews
Theme Songs{may change}
Bubby Jane Belen Who Says {Selena Gomez}
Eli Breech Heartbreak Warfare {John Meyer}
Zinnia Melion Monster {Paramore}
Travis Novale Wake Me Up When September Ends {Greenday}
Ace Littner Ignorance {Paramore}
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Bubby Jane Belen Random Girl
Eli Breech
Zinnia Melion Ashley Greene
Travis Novale Rasmus Ledin
Ace Littner Jorgelina Airaldi
Their Favorite Quotes
Bubby Jane Belen Who Says {Selena Gomez}
Eli Breech
Zinnia Melion "It's either I squish you like a bug, or you'll get thrown into the cabin of rabid girls. Your choice."
Travis Novale "They say life is a happy cycle, as long as you go with the flow. They are dead."
Ace Littner "They say we write sins, not tragedies. Well, I make both of them."
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Jul 02, 2011 10:14 am | |
| New Charrie, Up For Accaption!
Travis Novale, son of Poseidon | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Jul 02, 2011 11:52 am | |
| ACCEPTED! I love him! Strong character! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sun Jul 10, 2011 6:00 am | |
| New Charrie. *sigh* Again.
Maikayla "Ace" Littner | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sun Jul 10, 2011 9:59 am | |
| Lol. I love accepting your characters. You used a lot of detail, thank you for that.
Accepted! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sun Jul 10, 2011 10:16 am | |
| Thanks Nico. :) I appreciate the compliment. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Jul 23, 2011 9:18 am | |
| Edits!:
Zinnia Melion, daughter of Chaos, is inactive till further notice/until a quest is over.
Ace Littner, daughter of Eris would be the temporary cabin leader till further notice of Zin's return. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Fri Aug 05, 2011 1:15 pm | |
| Love your chracters, Can! I should work on more characters, I only have one active one ATM. D: | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:06 am | |
| Thanks Tethys! I've liked your charries too! Love the pictures and the past. So...rainbowish. :] | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:01 am | |
| I love your characters!! They're REALLY amazing!! No lie, they're incredible....seriously!! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:47 am | |
| Oh a big thanks to you too Fergs. :] I've been meaning to kill/inactivate/leave them be soon, but I'm glad you like them. :] | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sat Aug 20, 2011 2:33 am | |
| Character C L E A N - U P ! Dashing Abel Montenegro is dead {08/20/11}Beautiful Lex Sanchez is dead {08/21/11}Silent Arjay Sanchez is dead {08/21/11}Strong Zinnia Melion will be rejoining the group!{08/21/11} | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Sun Sep 04, 2011 3:34 am | |
| Character C L E A N-U P!
Bobby "Bubby" Jean Belen is joining my small group!
Too bad charming Derek Retoll won't be able to see her come by!
Is that...Hades I see comming back?
Oh, don't forget to check up on this topic! I've got a lot more of changes up my sleeve! | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:44 am | |
| Thanks! Okay, one down, 2 to go!
Warning: Elijah is almost done! Whoever wants a connection with his past, just ask! Okay? | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:15 pm | |
| Okay, when, where and with whom? | |
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| | Subject: Re: Death's Works {take two} Mon Sep 05, 2011 9:19 pm | |
| Um... let's see. When: 2 years ago, Where: Camp Half-Blood Hill, Who: Century Fern. | |
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