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Name: Marco DePaulo
Aliases: Pretty Boy
Age: 18
Birthday: 2/14/2002
Ethnicity: Mixed Race, Half African American
Birth Place: New York City, Harlem, New York
Godly Parent: Venus
Legacy: Legacy of Apollo (Roman Form)
Cohort: Cohort 5
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 5
Gender: Male
Rank: Legionnaire
Occupation At Camp: Helps out with the gardens as well as works part time at the coffee shop in New Rome.
Languages: English, Latin, French, Spanish and Italian.

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Height: 6’1”
Weight: 140
Body Type: Lean and muscular
Eye Color: Hazel with gold rims
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Milk Chocolate Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A small scar across his right shoulder. On his right arm there is a dove Tattoo with five lines under it.
Personal Style: Marco is usually a very sharply dressed person, even at camp. He likes wearing a button up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, dress pants, a smart pair of shoes, and sometimes a vest. He’s not a huge fan of wearing the purple shirt with the jeans that some of the campers wear… but he’ll do it if needed. However, he usually has the best names in fashion in his wardrobe, a perk of whom his father is.

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Friendly * Self Conscious * Flirty * Worrywart * Kind hearted * Stubborn

Sexuality: Pansexual and Polyamorous
Relationship Status: In a Poly relationship with Emily
Personality: Marco is one of the friendliest and most open people he knows, or he claims so. However, he is a very caring young man that cares deeply for anyone he calls friend or lover. However, under it all, he is a bundle of worries and self consciousness. He is always worried about hurting someone he cares for by accident, because he’s seen what happened to his father… after what happened with his mother. He also can be a bit stubborn, not willing to budge on some things, saying that it might be ‘worth the risk.’

Fatal Flaw: Personal Loyalty: Marco would give the world for his friends. He would literally trade anything for those he calls for and calls family and friends.
Habits: He’ll tap his fingers idly when bored, tends to preen when he sees a mirror, tries to play matchmaker.
Hobbies: Cooing over his little pet Sugar glider, going on dates, clothing/ fashion, training, needle felting.
Fears:

• Breaking the heart of someone he truly cares for.
• Hurting someone he cares about.
• His dad finding out the truth about his mom.

Likes:

• Flirting
• Coffee
• Spending time with people he cares about
• Fashion
• Seeing others happy
• Grapes

Dislikes:

• Lying to his father
• The games some of his siblings play with other people’s hearts
• His mother’s behavior
• Tea
• Racist people
• Dogs

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Demigod Abilities:

• Charm speak, minor ability.
• Ability to speak the ‘Romance’ languages.

General Skills:

• Some gardening skills
• How to accessorize
• People skills
• Cooking
• Needle felting
• Animal care
• Tracking

Combat Skills:

• Some knife fighting ability
• Some sword fighting
• Some spear fighting
• Archery

Magic Item:

• A compact that he can use to send messages, like Iris messages.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - A nice button up shirt, nice pants, nice shoes, socks and boxers.
• Purse/Wallet - A man purse that he carries his little Sugar glider in, snacks for his glider, as well as his wallet. In the wallet: ID, US money $300, some credit cards. He also has some denarius if he needs them.
• Cell phone (Needs to keep up on fashion)
• His little sugar glider, Milo
• Imperial Gold knife
• A few photos tucked into his wallet of past and present lovers
• Little picture of Milo in case the little sugar glider is not with him.
• House/ apartment keys
• Car keys
• Camp necklace

Possessions In Cabin:

• Clothing
• Poster of a movie star he likes
• Little supply of makeup for his siblings
• His camp clothing
• Camp shoes
• Small bust (Trophy)
• A little cage for Milo
• Mini fridge for Milo’s food
• Little hammock for Milo
• Extra plush pillow

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Biography Marco’s father was a young supermodel, around twenty two years in age, when he started dating this beautiful young lady model that he met. The two had a story book romance, falling in love quickly, and they looked rather handsome together. However, right as Marco’s father was getting ready to propose, the woman vanished, leaving him alone for seven months. At the end of that, a basket with a note and a baby appeared in it on his doorstep. There was nothing more in the note that a simple apology and the name of the baby.

Marco grew up doted on by his single father, but there was always a lingering sadness in the poor man. His heart had been crushed, broken by this beautiful woman, and whenever Marco would ask about his mother, he could tell that the hurt was real, so he learned quickly to not ask about his mother.

Marco and his father always knew that he was not going to be a normal boy, as he took an interest in fashion, needle felting, and both boys and girls quickly in his life. However, besides some trouble with school work and being diagnosed with both ADHD and dyslexia as a young age, his teachers always found him a charming and sweet boy, and it seemed that Marco was always able to talk himself out of any sort of terrible trouble that he might be in.

When he was about twelve, he received visions of a wolf and then met Lupa one day. Lupa told him of Camp Jupiter and Marco was interested, and told his father it was a fashion school that went year round, and then packed up and went there. He still wants to punch his mother in the face if he ever meets her, but other than that, he’s quite happy.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Marco was found by Lupa when he was twelve, and shortly after claimed by his mother and taken to the camp. He easily fit in with his siblings, and the young man has always been charming, so he easily fit in with the others. He has been at the camp for five years, but he still goes home to visit when he can.

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He makes each meal for his little sugar glider by hand. He does enjoy singing, even if he’s not a child of Apollo. His first kiss was with a boy when he was 12.

Theme Song:All You Need is Love- The Beatles

Extra Information:
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4587409
Favorite God: Hades followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Waverley Watts
Aliases: Waves, the Bard
Age: 18
Birthday: February 11th
Ethnicity: African American
Birth Place: Greenbelt, MD
Godly Parent: Trivia
Legacy: Calliope (Orpheus' Bloodline)
Cohort: Cohort 5
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 8 Months
Gender: Female
Rank: Probatio
Occupation At Camp: Probatio Grunt Work (also plays music around camp and at the coffee shop, but she doesn't count that)
Languages: English, Latin

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Height: 5'6
Weight: 126 lbs.
Body Type: Thin
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown and Purple
Skin Tone: Light Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Rose on chest, illuminati triangle on middle finger, pierced ears
Personal Style: Fashion isn't exactly Waverley's forte. If she's trying to impress, but isn't in a formal environment, Waverley tends to wear darker colored blouses and jeans. But more often than not, she can be found in nerdy t-shirts under rather plain hoodies. She tends to stick to darker colors, so she can blend into the background when she wants, which is odd for a wannnabe performer. The only pair of shoes she has are a pair of dirty old running shoes, and, depending on the weather, she'll wear a scarf.

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Approachable * Gullible * Friendly * Pushover * Lighthearted * Anxious

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: One might assume that Waverley's years on the streets might've hardened her into some vicious, jaded cynic focused on her own survival. But that assumption couldn't be more off. In reality, Waverley is as much of a sweet, dorky teenager as she was when she left home. While she's not the most outspoken person around, she's not exactly an introvert either. She's an anxious individual, and can often come across as awkward in conversation, but that doesn't stop her from being friendly. Unfortunately, her compassion, anxiety, and eagerness to please often makes it easier for some to use and manipulate her, but when push comes to shove, for better or worse, she'll do what she thinks is right over what she's been told to do.
Fatal Flaw: Naive
Habits: Nibbling on things (earbuds, pencil erasers, ect.), giving people and things nicknames, humming or softly singing to herself about things she’s doing (which often causes weird little magical effects)
Hobbies: Writing music, playing music, playing video games (when available), people-watching
Fears:

• Violent Bigots
• Police
• Embarrassment
• Cats

Likes:

• All Music (particularly enjoys classic rock and indie music)
• Coffee
• Movies
• Art
• Chocolate
• Dogs
• Stargazing
• Nature
• Travel

Dislikes:

• Diet Soda
• Math
• STEM Subjects
• Unnecessary Education
• Bigotry
• Sketch Comedy
• War
• People Who Take Themselves Too Seriously
• Authority

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Demigod Abilities:

• Musical Mystiokinesis: Due to her odd mixture of Trivia blood and Muse blood, Waverley has the ability to reshape and alter reality, but only when she's making music.
• Musical Empathy: When Waverley makes music, she's able to manipulate the emotions of her listeners.

General Skills:

• Pop Culture Knowledge
• Singing
• Guitar
• Perception
• Creativity
• Traveling Knowledge

Combat Skills:

• Stick Combat
• Combative Magic
• Stealth
• Combative Empathy

Magic Item:

• Orpheus' Lyre: Oddly enough, Orpheus'Lyre isn't a lyre. That is to say, it's not just a lyre. Orpheus' Lyre is capable of turning into whatever instrument the user desires, and for Waverley, that tends to be a guitar. It allows Waverley more control over her abilities, and also seems to be neigh indestructible, with the only evidence to the contrary being a carving on the back with the letters 'E + O' carved in a heart. If not with its owner, it can be summoned to them at will.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Subtle Gay Shirt for Pride, dark blue jeans, dark gray hoodie, worn running shoes, a gray beanie and a scarf
• Wallet - $47.38 US, 19 Denarius
• Imperial Gold Baton (worn on hip)
• Orpheus' Lyre (usually in case)
• Guitar Case
• Handgun (filled with imperial gold bullets)
• Old smartphone (cracked)
• Song Journal
• Compass
• Rubber bands
• Pencil
• Messenger bag

Possessions In Bunk:

• Photograph of Family
• Hunk of Rebar
• Shoebox of Souvenirs (old maps, fliers, tokens, ect.)
• Collection of photographs of Waverley with a bunch of disheveled kids
• Laptop (heavily used)
• Small box of Legos (she likes using her magic to make them build themselves when she's alone)
• Suitcase (contains collection of clothes)
• Box of extra pillows (uses them to arrange in bed when sneaking out at night)
• Map of the US pinned to wall with numerous circles and notes written on it
• Old stuffed rat (named Fred)
• Stamps, envelopes, and other letter-writing necessities

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Biography Officer Wyetta Watts and her husband Aaron were a stable little family before Waverley came along. They already had one kid, a boy named Sam, and they both had stable jobs. She worked for the Washington D.C. police department, and he had his own successful business producing and selling the plastic straws often seen in restaurants of all kinds. To call their marriage loveless would be an exaggeration, but not much of one. They'd come to the point where they were closer to business partners than lovers. Having already built a life together before the passion faded, they figured it would've been idiotic to rip that all apart on the vague possibility they might find someone they preferred romantically. Even so, it was an emotional blow to Wyetta when Waverley arrived on their doorstep with a note: both proof of her father's infidelity. It wasn't the first time Aaron had cheated, but it had been the first time he was caught. And it was the last time too, though it's hard to say for certain whether he actually remained faithful from that point on, or if he just became more careful.

At first, Wyetta could barely look at the child. Every time she did, she was reminded of her husband's betrayal. But as time went on, Wyetta took notice that Aaron was also neglecting the child, preferring to spend time with Sam. So, Wyetta, being a compassionate woman, swallowed her pride and raised Waverley as if she were her own. The two became close after that, and for a while, it was them against the world. Then, Waverley's sister came along. At first, things didn't change too much. Wyetta had to care for the baby, Riley, but she was still able to spend time with Waverley, who was getting old enough to not need pampering every minute of every day. But as Riley grew, it became clear that she was special. She was a smart girl, smarter than normal, and definitely smarter than her older sister. This revelation was enough for Wyetta to focus a majority of her energy on her.

That's how Waverely's life was for most of her life. She'd never claim to live a tragedy; her family was upper middle class, and she got a good education at a private school. But when it came to her home life, it would be accurate to say she was neglected. She was the middle child between a kid genius and a clever boy with charisma seeping out his ass. Compared to them she wasn't special. Or, at least, that's what she thought. When she was fourteen, her family home was attacked by something out of a nightmare. And it seemed to be coming after her in particular. Even weirder was that she was the only one that could see it. It wrecked their house. And, at first, she ignored it. She wasn't sure what had happened, but she was sure that it wouldn't happen again. Until it did. Once again, she seemed to be what was drawing the monster to her family home.

So Waverley left. It was a difficult adjustment. Waverley had never really needed to support herself. She tried to get a job the next state over, but she found that if she settled down somewhere for too long, the monsters would find her. So she had no choice but to keep moving. It was hard for a while; the little money she had ran out pretty quick, and she had no way of making more. That was, until, she found her guitar. It was in a pawn shop, and when she picked it up, it just felt...natural. Like it was meant for her. She bought it with the last of her money. It was impulsive, but it ended up being one of the best investments she ever made. Learning how to play came easy to her, like a second language. Not only that, but she found that when she played, she had more of an affect on people than the average street performer. It was a talent that kept her belly full and, on good days, kept a roof above her head. Not having to worry as much about such things allowed Waverley the peace of mind to start enjoying her vagabond lifestyle.

The monsters still found her sometimes, of course, but they were few and far between enough that she could defend herself with her hunk of rebar she tended to keep on hand long enough to escape. Eventually, she fell in with a group not to dissimilar to herself: runaways and homeless youth. Not only was it pleasant to have some people to travel with, but it was beneficial for both her and them. Her talents got her more jingle than any of them, which she was all to happy to share, and the unwashed group of teens seemed to give off an odor that threw off the monsters. So she stayed with them for a time. They're actually what lead her to the Wolf House. One of her friends was a Jack London fan, and when they were traveling through the area, they heard mention of a house he built not too far away. So they approached it at night, hoping to squat there, but before they got very close, they were jumped by what Waverely deduced was some sort of monstrosity of a wolf. As far as she knows, all of her friends got away, but she did not. Instead of being eaten, though, she was taken in by Lupa, who trained her.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Training with Lupa wasn't easy. Waverley didn't fancy herself much of a fighter, but Lupa saw enough potential in her to not eat her on the spot. But eventually, she managed to meet Lupa's standards, and was sent off to New Rome. Lacking a letter, she was unsurprisingly put in the fifth cohort. It's been eight months since then. She doesn't so much mind it. She gets along with the people, particularly those who share her lower status (and that weird blonde revolutionary chick), though she doesn't particularly enjoy the whole "warrior lifestyle". She doesn't plan on staying in New Rome forever, but it's the only place where she won't get eaten up by monsters. Plus, it supplies suitable adventures, and she likes to snatch up the ones that require travel.

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Theme Song: Hammerhead - Penelope Scott

Extra Information: Greek, and my girl Persephone, the Destroyer
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Stella Herbalem
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Height: Currently 4’8”
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she’s working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn’t really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more ‘earth tones’ or things in green that match her eyes.

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Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she’s twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:

• Fires
• Homophobes
• Pure black darkness

Likes:

• Strawberries
• Tea
• Puppies
• Books
• Poppies
• Rain

Dislikes:

• Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
• Snow/ Frost
• Bullies
• Strong Black Coffee
• Horror Movies
• Baseball

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Demigod Abilities:

• Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
• Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:

• Baking
• Gardening
• Reading
• Some knowledge of poison
• Sewing
• Cooking

Combat Skills:

• Some self defense lessons
• Some knife lessons
• Sword fighting

Magic Item:

• A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
• Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
• Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
• Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
• Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
• Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
• Paperback books
• Photo album
• House keys
• Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
• Sewing Kit
• Stuffed Red Panda plush
• Cell phone
• Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:

• Extra clothing
• Tablet (Not really used.)
• Practice weapons
• Small planter of her more interesting plants
• Extra soft pillow from home

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Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella’s mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn’t see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn’t made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free

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Name: Cassian Rudenko
Aliases: Cass, Cassi, Ian.
Age: 15
Birthday: July 19, 2006
Ethnicity: Greek
Birth Place: Florida
Godly Parent: Dionysus (Legacy of Eris)
Cabin Number: 12
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp:
Languages: Ancient Greek, English

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 130 lbs
Body Type: Average
Eye Color: Jade
Hair Color: Brunette
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style:
Cassian's personal style tends to change depending on his mood that day. He has the tendency to default to a nice button up shirt, pants, and a few wrist accessories. From there it's a matter of if he wants to be a soft boi and feel cute for the remainder of the day, or if he was to forgo the sweaters and pastels and go for more striking colors that make him feel s3xy and confident. Regardless of his style, he uses it as a weapon just as much as any Cabin goer from the Aphrodite cabin, and will accessorize every outfit by wearing his panflute around his waist, clasped on by a leather cord.

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* Sweet * Flirtatious * Caring * Over Confident * Versatile * Sadistic *

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Cassian welcomes everyone with a warm smile and soft hug. His soft curly brown hair and fair complexion make him seem like a sweet and innocent young boy. But behind the rosey lips and sweet smile, lies a devilish personality. He loves nothing more than to flirt incessantly and make as many friends as possible, especially those of the woodland variety. He cares nothing for gender, and believes that more is always merrier. But cross his temper or slight him, and you will know nothing but madness and chaos to follow in your wake.
Fatal Flaw: Hubris
Habits: Tapping his Panflute, Biting his lower lip
Hobbies: Gardening, Baking, Animal Watching, Water Coloring
Fears:

• Disappointing his parents
• Wildfires
• Manticores

Likes:

• Cakes
• Sweets
• Honey
• Music
• Flirting
• Iced Drinks

Dislikes:

• Pollution
• Black Coffee
• Bigots
• Anchovies
• Ranch

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Demigod Abilities:

• Maddness
• Chaos

General Skills:

• Flirting
• Panflute Playing
• Knowledge Nature
• Animal Handling
• First Aid
• People Reading

Combat Skills:

• Archery
• Short Sword
• Inducing and Curing Madness
• Inducing and Curing Chaos

Magic Item:

• εντροπία Celestial Bronze Panflute: Has depictions carved into the metal that form a scene across the reeds.
  When played they can create and manipulate vines and root systems to the users will and is capable of aiding in creating madness or chaos with its songs.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• εντροπία
• Clothing: Light blue slim fit button up dress shirt, white knitted sweater, 6 leather bracelets, light brown pants, and worn in white converse.
• Satchel: Contains a first aid kit, Pens, Pencils, Brown 95 lb Paper Notepad, Travel Watercolor Kit, Zune, Headphones.
• Tervis
• Scented Hand Sanitizer
• White Faux Leather Gloves
• Short Sword

Possessions In Cabin:

• Faux Leather Suitcases: Full of Various Wardrobe Changes.
• Dark Wooden Box: Various tea sachets.
• Several Metal Containers with Various Loose Leaf Teas.
• Electric Kettle.
• Cast Iron Tea Set
• Wooden Box: Full of Candy
• Bow
• Quiver: Normal Arrows

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Biography
Cassian's life was anything but normal growing up. At an early age his mother began to teach him the proper way to wield a bow, and how to nock an arrow. She always said that she had to learn at an early age, and how she wished for him to be better than she was, to be more prepared. For what he didn't know. His mother would tell him that his father was up above, watching him, and that every year on his birthday, if they partied hard enough and celebrated enough, his father could join them in spirit and see how much he's grown even if Cassian couldn't see him.

He spent most of his time outside in the garden his mother had planted in their backyard. Making friends with the dryads that took refuge in their trees, the naiads that lived in the lake that sat behind their property. At first Cassian had assumed they were just his imagination, until one day he worked up the courage to speak to one of them and they replied back. It only made him wish to stay out more, to stay with his friends and talk the hours away. He never made many friends outside of the mythical ones, because his mother had decided to homeschool him. His physical education was always some form of obstacle course, or sword and bow training. He was taught about nature, the usefulness of plants, their properties, how to carefully extract honey from a hive, and how to tend to the wounded.

Cassian didn't think much of it, having nothing to compare it too until he finally made a friend within his cul-de-sac. Later on when he had asked them about their Dryads, he was met with a confused look, and Cassian thought it best not to press on. His mother later told him that only special boys and girls could see and hear the spirits of the world, and that he would know more when he turned thirteen.

Unfortunately for Cassian, his friend had let it slip to some neighborhood kids that Cassian believed in mythology. So a group of kids decided to call him out to "play". They all had entered a wooded area nearby and off everyone's property. They told Cassian that if the spirits of Nature did exist, they would have no problem defending him then. The kids encircled him, cracking knuckles and grabbing branches as weapons. But before any could lay a hand on him, Cassian's eyes flared purple and a handful of children became mad. They clucked like chickens, others ran in circles flapping their hands as if they could fly, some just babbled incoherently. A few children remained unscathed, looking at Cassian like hebwas a freak. One went to hit him to try and make it stop but a Dryad had stepped up and knocked him out. To everyone else it just seemed as if he clumsily ran into a branch on the tree, but Cassian knew better.

When Cassian turned thirteen they threw the biggest party of all. A celebration to mark his start of being a young adult, to mark the day he could know more about his family, those special boys and girls, and of course to show his father how much he'd grown. What he hadn't expected was to get a gift from his father that day. There was no name attached to it, but his mother assured him it was meant for him when he turned 13. She explained why he couldn't make an appearance all those years before, how the ancient laws forbade it. Cassian found out about Camp Half-Blood, and his mother asked for Cassian to stay with her for two more years.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:

Cassian has only been at Camp Half-Blood for 7 months. Having joined on his fifteenth birthday as a farewell to his mother and a reunion with his father. In those months he has spent much of his time helping in the strawberry fields, wandering the forests to befriend the spirits of nature, swimming in the lake and chatting up the naiads, and helping the satyrs in any way he can. 7 months in which he could learn to hone his mother's powers as well as Dionysus'. Cassian learned that day that he was a legacy, a child of Dionysus and the son to a daughter of Eris, giving him sway over chaos and madness. She had protected him this long, now she wanted to show him how to do it himself.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: Post
Greek- Hades.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Michel Jacques Braun III
Aliases: Sausage Boy, Wheels
Age: 15
Birthday: June 6
Ethnicity: Latino
Birth Place: Phoenix, Arizona
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Cabin Number: 9, summer camper
How Many Years At Camp: 1
Gender: Transmasc
Occupation At Camp: Forger
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, Spanish

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Height: 4'7" in wheelchair, 5'11" when propped up against wall
Weight: 130 lbs
Body Type: Slim, slightly buff
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Red with purple dyed streaks
Skin Tone: Pasty white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Michel sticks with useful and practical, wearing a camo jacket with tons of pockets and wearing an undershit under it, leaving the jacket's zip open. He also wears a pair of light up Skechers, because, in his words, "I need to light up the way somehow". Additionally, he just drapes a blanket over his legs in the wheelchair, occasionally affixing a plate to it to use it as a table. Most of the time, he doesn't bother doing his hair, which he rarely cuts, but occasionally does a small poneytail or trims it a bit

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Resourceful * Haughty * Intelligent * Prideful * Charismatic * Envious

Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Michel can be best described as a minor megalomaniac, what with him always being cocky with whatever he makes, with utmost confidence in his creations, even if they fail, but also having wild dreams, such as the common "take over the world" thing, as well as minor things, like making a flying pig that shoots lazers. You know, just because. He is incredibly charismatic, able to will weak-minded people over to his side by just twisting his words a little, but still haughty enough that somebody could be able to discern his true nature. Mock his creations? He isn't below mocking you on a personal level just to feel like he got that last word in. Mock how his wheelchair has five rockets and not six, he'll gladly dress you down for having your hair messy. But he is compassionate to some level, especially those who are disabled in any way.
Fatal Flaw: Pride
Habits: Drinking milk almost every waking hour, excercising only his arms every day
Hobbies: Driving is wheelchair over the toes of others, making traps meant for mice
Fears:

• Loss of mobility in his upper body
• Rejection of his identity as a male
• Being forced to leave his wheelchair

Likes:

• Milk
• Dogs
• Small animals
• Any food with an "-o" at the end of it
• Basketball
• Sports

Dislikes:

• Alcohol
• Monotone noises that get louder the longer they go on
• Objects that shouldn't move but move
• Roombas
• Frisbees
• Bulldogs

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Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)

• Trap Detection
• Machine Aptitude

General Skills:

• Forging
• Arts and Craft
• Writing skills

Combat Skills:

• Archery

Magic Item:

• None

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Spare shirt, rags, spare pairs of shoes
• Purse/Wallet - Several handkerchiefs, some American Dollars, ten or so pens, spare string, old newspaper cuttings
• An old Gameboy that doesn't work anymore
• Some pencils
• Paper

Possessions In Cabin:

• A folded up, spare wheelchair
• Spare coal that just lies around
• Clothes strewn on his bed

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Biography Born to a disabled father and a autistic mother, Michel grew up in a very disabled friendly enviornment, complete with any and all facilities to aid his father in his day-to-day activities. Both his father and his mother worked in their forge making decorational swords, making him naturally predisposed to being interested in forge work, though he focused more on the decorational part. When his mother finally confessed to his father about Michel's true parentage, that he wasn't his son, he just smiled and said that it didn't matter, that he was still his son, though Michel resented his mother for cheating on him in the first place. Nevertheless, he loved his parents as a child should.

Being homeschooled till Junior High, Michel needed a lot of work to be more social, which he took to with enthusiasm. Soon he would be known around the school as the kid in the wheelchair who would kick your ass or be an asshole to you for no reason. This got him the nickname "Wheels" due to him cackling as he rolled around in his wheelchair. Even so, he was never bullied, because the kids were actually decent human beings. He rose to the top of his Engineering and Design class for his innovative, if mildly dangerous, designs. His friend circle extended beyond the loners and the nerds, to even the jocks. Needless to say, he was the popular kid who was kind of an asshole, but was nice enough if you weren't one to him. Hypocritical, yes, but that was just how he worked

When he turned 13, his father was in an accident while working in the forge, when one of the forges he was working on flared in temperature suddenly. When this happened, a grieving Michel took a long, long break from school, which they were sympathetic enough to provide. When he came back after a month of no showing, he seemed the same, but took offense if any of his friends mocked those with disabilities. Earlier he would've just snapped at them to shut their trap, but now he would resort to fistfights and violence. Within two weeks his friend circle diminished to a handful of people, as his classmates learned not to mention anything negative about disabled people. One thankful thing that was a result of this was that he and his mother grew even closer, even after she married another man, a recurring client who was a divorced English teacher in another school. While he took a while to warm up to his new stepfather, he eventually did, seeing how he made his mother happy.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: When he turned 14, a Satyr came to his home, telling him about how he was a demigod and that he needed to get to Camp to be safe. After the four of them sat down and discussed the situation, his parents agreed that it might be best for him, despite him not being in any danger up till now. He went to camp with the satyr, stayed for some time, and then decided to be a summer Camper.

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Theme Song: Magnificent, isn't it

Extra Information: Favorite god is Hades because he sleeps around the least, and at least tries to be faithful


I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Seraphina Elsabet Cedergren
Aliases: Sera, Elsa [Close Friends Only], Lilla Pärlan [Little Pearl]
Gender: Female
Birthday: August 27th
Age: 15
Ethnicity: Swedish - Canadian
Birth Place: Kamloops, Canada
Godly Parent: Posiedon
Cabin Number: Three | Year Long Camper
How Many Years At Camp: Zero
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Swedish

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Height: 5'3"
Weight: 187lbs
Body Type: Curvy [Hourglass Figure]
Eye Color: Sea Green
Hair Color: Raven Black
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Earrings [Lobe Only] | Random Scars on Arms & Legs due to Cats | Tends to have Bruises all over her body from Tripping, Bumping into Things, or Plainly Falling Down.
Personal Style: Sera made it a goal to dye her Camp Tshirt a sea green color, making half of the Orange shirt fade into that exact color. Along with her shirt she wears a deep pine green zipper hoodie during the fall/winter months, knee length shorts [Spring/Summer], black or burgundy jeggings [Fall/Winter], and sometimes a skirt if she's not doing much combat training. If she ever visits her family she'll go the whole nine yards to be extra girly. Dresses, jewelry, makeup, even heels. Sera has trained herself how to run even in the highest of heels, thanks to her fascination with Catwoman. Her style then is a modern Victorian. She does have some dresses from Sweden but those are only used for celebrations such as birthdays.

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Generous * Sheepish * Kind Hearted * Clumsy * Humble * Gullible

Sexuality: Demisexual & Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Seraphina is a somewhat shy person, tending to stay back from large groups, rather talking to people one-on-one. She’ll put herself last, trying to go out of her way to help people in need, even if it costs her her own life. Anyone that watches her closely will notice bruising and cuts on her body if she shows her skin. Sera is a very clumsy girl, not the best trait for a Demigod to have, but she doesn’t have very good balance and seems to be accident prone. If you stick around Sera she’ll show that she’s actually very talkative and bubbly, not a sheepish girl at all. Sorta like Fluttershy, timid but very sweet.
Fatal Flaw: Gullibility | Seraphina tends to trust people to easily, causing her to be manipulated quicker than most. She'll help anybody that seems to be in need, having lost money to those who say they're in need but are faking it.
Habits: Chews on ends of Pens & Hoodie Strings. Tends to Daydream.
Hobbies: Reading & Swimming
Fears:

• Claustrophobic
• Losing Loved Ones
• Bugs

Likes:

• Reading Fictional Stories
• Anime & Manga
• The Batman Universe [Fav Character: Scarecrow]
• Sour Candies
• Felines
• Autumn [Enjoys Carving Pumpkins & Big Sweaters]

Dislikes:

• Small Spaces
• Summer Weather
• Rats
• Overly Spicy Foods

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Demigod Abilities:

• Hydrokinesis: Being a daughter of Poseidon, Sera has perfect control over a vast majority of water. Usually being able to manipulate waves with ease, sometimes making the liquid solid enough to stand upon. She has limited healing abilities as well whenever she's in contact with water. Causing any of her wounds to heal quickly. Sera tries to keep a bottle of water on her in a satchel like purse just to have an advantage when out battling.
• Zoolingualism [Limited]: Sera is able to speak to equestrian animals such as Horses, Zebras, etc. As well as aquatic animals.

General Skills:

• Swimming
• Horseback Riding
• Sewing
• Cooking & Baking
• Norse & Greek Mythology

Combat Skills:

• Throwing Daggers
• Sword Fighting [Fencing & Close Combat]
• Hand-to-Hand Combat
• Spear Fighting

Magic Item(s):

• Månskens pärlor [Moonlight Pearls] | After arriving at Camp Halfblood she gains her Celestial Bronze Throwing Daggers. These three daggers are able to transform into three Rings that she wears on her Right Hand.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing |Camp T-Shirt, Hoodie, Shorts or Leggings [Depending on Season], Sneakers.
• Backpack [Quest Use] | Wallet w/ $25 USD & 10 Drachma Coins, Extra Change of Clothing, Small Blanket, Jellyfish Plush, and Random Assortment of Snacks.
• Purse [Visiting Family] | Wallet w/ $50 USD & 7 Drachma Coins
• Canteen of Water
• Regular Throwing Daggers
• Book | Cirque Du Freak

Possessions In Cabin:

• Currently None

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Biography: Seraphina was born on a warm August day to her mother Linnéa. She was raised by her uncle, & grandparents more than her own mother since Linnéa was a popular five star chef. Her uncle Anders homeschooled Sera, he was an ex-teacher and saw that his niece was having a difficult time with reading simple words and that the private school teachers were abandoning their duties because Sera would act up in class. He took his time with the girl in order to make sure she could read and write a grade level above her peers at all times. Trying to prove that she was a smart kid even with her Dyslexia and ADHD.
At the age of seven her mother Linnéa had married Mortimer. Sera didn’t really like her new step father, trying to keep to herself and even ignoring her new step sister Henriette. She felt something was very off about them since the duo didn't really go out in the mornings unless it was a cloudy day. Even with her concerns about the two, nobody listened and thought she was just acting out because she didn’t want to get to know her new family members. Seraphina always suggests they’re vampires because of that fact, along with how they dress and the limited amounts of food Mortimer & Henriette eat.
The family moved out of Kamloops, Canada when Sera turned ten. Relocating to Las Vegas, Nevada because her mother opened a brand new restaurant in the Downtown Strip. Due to becoming separated from her uncle, Sera’s educational skills & talents started to go downhill since teachers would ignore her attempts to ask for help because she would be disobedient during school. She learned that Anders had moved to New York because of his boyfriend who was part of a Ballet Theater. Upon learning where her uncle had moved to, the girl packed up as much as she could into a backpack, took money from her mothers wallet, and bought a Greyhound Bus Ticket. Successfully running away from home, or so she thinks.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Seraphina has not yet Arrived

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Theme Song: Ship in a Bottle
Extra Information:

• Norse Pantheon; Loki.
• Cult of Cthulhu; Is a big fan of the H.P Lovecraft Stories of the Elder One Cthulhu.

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.