[hr][h1][b][i][color=6666FF][center]Demetri Rowan Howell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/623360226481012766/830510933285273610/5fa292dd93329b2167dedfb4bf154665.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=6666FF][b]Location[/b][/color]: Camp Store
[color=6666FF][b]Skills[/b][/color]: [/center][hr][hr]

Demi cocked an eyebrow at Tammy as she tilted the book to reveal the spine. He'd never played the game before personally, but he'd heard nothing but good reviews. Of course his only knowledge of the game was an old YouTube video of some guy named Leroy Jenkins that first got Demetri interested in trying out the game. He'd had a chance to download it and create a character but his ADHD made it very hard to focus in the game and the dyslexia didn't help much either, so he ended up quitting before ever hitting level 5. [Color=6666FF]"Sweet. Didn't realize they made books about the game too, not that I know much of anything when it comes to WoW."[/color]

Before Demetri could even finish his sentence, Tammy had already bookmarked her page, zipped over towards him and snagged the list, looking it over. He had to admit the breeze she created felt nice now that the snow was gone and his jacket getting a bit too warm for comfort. [Color=6666FF]"Right, thanks."[/color] Demi made his way through the store towards where Tammy had pointed. Finding the guitar strings and collecting a few. [Color=6666FF]"Think I got everything else covered. Buuut."[/color] He snagged a box of Whoppers from a shelf, shaking it slightly so that the malt balls rattled within their cardboard cage. [Color=6666FF]"Think I'll take some of these too. Granted I'd prefer the non-American version but I suppose this'll have to do while I'm here."[/color] Demetri placed the items onto the counter where Tammy had been earlier. [Color=6666FF]"What do I owe ya?"[/color]

[hr][h1][b][i][color=CC00CC][center]Cassian Rudenko[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/392257844256440322/844140037963644949/855e9aabdb4e547cabf9f9441afd50a4.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center][color=CC00CC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Cabin 12 > Dining Pavilion
[color=CC00CC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: People Reading[/center][hr][hr]

Cassian smiled as Arthur began to apologize. About to accept it and mention how ideal that would be before Arthur had decidedly finished his sentence sending a pang through his own heart. He carefully removed a stray curl that rested on his forehead and moved it up towards the tufts that fell to the right, holding his smile in place. The moment was cold, calculated, almost surgical, as if it wasn't meant for comfort rather than a display of sorts. He let Arthur finish speaking before he finally let out a soft chuckle at the boy, noticing how he straightened himself as if he was almost trying to make himself appear taller. It was cute, really. 

His attention was snapped over towards Andy as she joined into the conversation, focusing more on the aspects of the gods than the social snarks being made by Arthur. Cassian chose to ignore the little boy for now, not giving him an answer and purposefully speaking only to Andy for the moment. [Color=CC00CC]"It's true that my father [i]does[/i] run this camp. But I don't see why that should matter? Especially now that all this turmoil is happening and it appears that every god is having their time pulled away. But then again I never [i]was[/i] the jealous type. After all more is merrier I always say."[/color] Cassian said as he punctuated his sentence by tapping a single finger against his rosey lips.

His eyes slowly moved to the side, finally acknowledging Arthur again and having his smile creep back. [Color=CC00CC]"How very [i]rude[/i] of me I forgotten to make my introductions. The names Cassian, Cassian Rudenko and I'm the child of Dionysus. Arbiter of Madness and friend to The Wild. I'm also very keen on reading people so it isn't too difficult to see what's going on in the minds of others."[/color] Cassian took a long sip of his tea, tilting the cup up so that the vessel and his hand would cover his eyes from their view. There was a slight shimmer of gold in his eyes that vanished as soon as he began to lower his cup. No one needed to know he was a legacy of Eris. After all, what fun would there be in that?