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....................................................  __________________________________________ D A U G H T E R . O F . H E C A T E ________________________________________________________ 20 | female | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | brunette ▹ eye color | green / brown ▹ height | 5' 8" ▹ build | slender / athletic | . A B I L I T I E S magic - This covers a large array of capabilities such as: telekinesis, conjuring and even some reality manipulation. She tends to lean more into telekinesis and conjuration but has been trying to strengthen her magic to its fullest potential. medium - Some Hecate children are able to speak to the dead. From a young age Andy could, before she even knew she was. Spirits can't cross camp borders, but outside of camp she sees them all. S T R E N G T H S combat - Growing up an army brat, Andy quickly learned how to fight. Then once she join the camp, she continued to further strengthen her skills. stamina - Andy has a lot of drive and energy to just go, go, go. She may get tired but pays no mind to it. Her philosophy is she can rest when she's dead. agile - Flexible and quick, she can move dodge and outrun a lot of others. Of course, not those enhanced by their demigod abilities, but she can usually keep up with most others. W E A K N E S S E S strength - Andy is fairly strong, but by no means can she compare to most others at camp. Thankfully most combat isn't based on brute force. If a battle needed to be won by an arm wrestle, she wouldn't be the choice. defense - Attack, attack, attack, is how her mind works. She's a very offensive fighter trying to take them down before she has to defend herself, so, her defenses aren't the best. selfless - She's never been one to put her own well being first. Just ask the other campers about some of the things she's went through... Her own well being is last in her mind. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y passionate .... | .... brave .... | .... playful .... | .... stubborn H I S T O R Y Andy was born in Moscow, Russia on an American army base. It was hard enough growing up with a Marine Lieutenant for a father, never stationary for more than a year. But it just made things worse that her mother disappeared shortly after her birth. Andy grew up an army brat, which isn't a rare thing but all the other children thought she was strange and stayed away from her. Andy's father told her that her mother wasn't human and didn't belong on our earth, so of course when she was young she believed it. And when the other children asked her why her mother wasn't around, that was her answer. So it was easy for the other kids to think she was crazy between the tales she shared of her mother and her abundance of "imaginary friends." As she grew older Andy really started to believe she was crazy, and her father made her feel like he was egging on her insanity. He would tell her someday she would save the world, that she was more powerful than any mortal... Mortal? He made her sound like she wasn't human. Maybe she wasn't, her only friends were people that no one else could see, and when she was alone... she could do things... things that weren't normal. When she was 16, Andy was more in her head than in reality, and her father finally began to agree that she wasn't stable, and had started debated about sending her away to an institution until she was better. One night when Andy went to visit her father she over heard him having a conversation in his cabin on a aircraft carrier. She waited outside the door, ear pressed up against the cold metal. It wasn't for nearly an hour until her father said, "You gave birth to her, but you haven't been a mother to her!" Upon hearing that Andy pushed aside any amount of decency and barged through the door to find inside an ethereal woman. She was gorgeous, eyes and hair like... like Andy's, her body emitting a feint light and she wore... a toga? She thought it all was a joke, or maybe her insanity, she couldn't tell anymore. But after a very long night of talking with her "mother" she realized she wasn't crazy at all, but to the eyes of any regular person she'd seem completely delusional. She didn't want to believe it all. It would be easier to accept that she was crazy and her mother abandoned her, but that wasn't the truth no matter how much she wanted to fight it. Ever since that night her mother, Hecate, promised to come visit or check up on her as much as she possible but... there was a stipulation to reappearance in Andy's life. She was sent to Camp Athens to live among other people like her, who were also children of a God. But Andy still resented her mother’s absence in her life up until that point. No matter though, her first year at camp she saw her mother… twice maybe three times in total. Over her first year at camp so much happened to Andy, from helping take down a minotaur, being trapped and tortured in the Underworld and fighting along side the other campers in a battle for their lives. But it was the after math of the battle that finally made her want nothing to do with her mother ever again. In the heat of the war, Andy entrusted her wounded and dying brother to Hecate… Only to be told he died in her care. Devastated, angry and heart broken she wants absolutely nothing to do with her mother. And any time she’s tried to reconnect with Andy since that day, she doesn’t give Hecate the time of day. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #bd1664 ........ faceclaim . | . Poppy Drayton ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ S O N . O F . A P H R O D I T E ________________________________________________________ 23 | male | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | dirty blonde ▹ eye color | green ▹ height | 6' 2" ▹ build | muscular ▹ oddities | missing right arm | . A B I L I T I E S appearance morphing - Aphrodite children can dramatically change their appearance, although Wes has no strength in this ability. cupid - Wes has the ability to make people fall in love. He refuses to use this on others unless as part of a battle strategy. sexual desire - Wes also can control the sexual urges and desires, but similarly to making others fall in love, he doesn't use it on others for personal gain. S T R E N G T H S multilingual - Like all other children of Aphrodite, Wes can speak all romance languages. His favorite being French, but he barely uses it. alluring - To anyone, Wes always comes off attractive, magnetic and captivating. Be it pheromones, appearance or his silver tongue. strength - Wes has always been pretty physically fit, but once he lost his arm, his left quickly learned to compensate. His strength might not match an Ares kid, but it's not something to take lightly either. W E A K N E S S E S combat - He may be physically strong and in shape, but Wes isn't much of a fighter. Over the past year he has been training to compensate for his right arm, but he can just barely hold his own. lying - He hates lying and is also terrible at it. selfless - Wes never put himself first. He often runs in to aid others, even though he has little to no skill to do anything beyond get in the way or get hurt. But he still tries. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y compassionate .... | .... cocky .... | .... outgoing .... | .... brave H I S T O R Y Growing up in the 90210, Wesley always had whatever he could desire at the tips of his fingers. And to most that was always their dream to grow up with tons of money and parents who didn't seem to give 2 shits about what he did. Scratch that... parent. His father, Jacob Preston, was one of the most sought-after defense attorneys in the nation. Jacob could make serial killers come up as innocent in court. The made him a high demand lawyer, with a substantial amount of income. Being a lawyer, his dad was always very distant and cold towards Wes, leaving him to be raised by nannies and maids due to the absence of his mother. Ever since he was little, Wes always had a knack for getting into trouble because it always seemed to be the only way to get his father's attention. On a regular basis he would skip classes to go meet up with girls or cause trouble throughout the town. By age 16 he had been arrested twice and every cop in the district knew his name. But Wes didn't mind the attention, in fact he loved it whenever all eyes were on him. His new bad boy reputation also made him begin to get even more affection from the ladies… Compared the large amount he was already getting when he still dressed in the expensive clothes his father bought him. Wesley would be rather wearing a leather jacket, and a pair of torn jeans, driving an old model car or motorcycle, instead of the $1000 suits and Mercedes his father tried to buy him. Although Wesley was a very intelligent kid in school, he ended up flunking out due to his numerous absences and his lack of attention or discipline. When his father found out that Wes wasn't going to be able to go to Yale like he did, he was furious. He no longer wanted his son in his house hold let alone anywhere near him. So, Jacob finally decided to sit Wes done and tell him the true story about his mother. Obviously, Wesley did not believe a single thing his father said, until Aphrodite herself appeared in their living room. She said that she had been trying since Wes was a kid to get his father to send him to the camp where he would be "safe." Since his father no longer wanted anything to do with him, Aphrodite took the opportunity when she could. It was apparent that his parents no longer got along, but as to the history that passed between them, Wesley would never find out. All he could tell was that his father had been keeping him from his mom all these years, and even though Wes felt a little old to be going to a camp. He accepted the opportunity to get away from his ungrateful dad and possibly one day get to know his mother better. As if his life wasn’t already being flipped upside down, everything changed when he came to camp. For the first time in Wes’ life, it was just about him. He didn’t have to fight to get attention, because everyone there was special in their own way. He had friends… People always either wanted in his wallet or pants, never taking the chance to get to know the man beneath. He finally knew what it was like to be wanted somewhere… And it changed everything about him. His prerogative changed from selfish to selfless, and his narcissistic shell faded to a compassionate teddy bear. Fighting hydras, a hopeless crush and losing his arm… he never felt more at home. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #667c0c ........ faceclaim . | . Jensen Ackles ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ D A U G H T E R . O F . E R I S ________________________________________________________ 21 | female | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | brunette ▹ eye color | brown ▹ height | 5' 4" ▹ build | slender | . A B I L I T I E S chaos manipulation - Sloane is very skilled at this. She can create, shape and manipulate the chaotic forces in the universe, allowing them to manipulate probability emotion manipulation - She can manipulate the emotions of others bringing negative feelings to the surface and making them grow stronger. She cannot put false emotion in someone's mind, just warp and heightened an already present emotion. invoke violence - With heightening negative emotions, Sloane invoke others into severe anger or rage, and cause mass violence and discord. warp preceived reality - Sloane is proficient in warping the reality others perceive. It's not changing the world around them or altering reality, but simple manipulates the senses in a way that people think something else is happening. S T R E N G T H S mental combat - Through her superior skill and control over her abilities, Sloane can fight most battles with her mind. She rarely, if at all, has the need to wield a weapon. unreadble - It takes a skilled person to know what is going on behind her facade. Sloane is very good at hiding her emotions. She doesn't allow her facial expressions to give away her thoughts or feelings, so it is difficult to know if she is being sincere, lying or anything else. W E A K N E S S E S combat - Sloane is small, weak and not very coordinated. If her survival came down to a physical fight, it's not likely she'd last thirty seconds. trust - Not many people have come into Sloane's life and if they do, they always end up leaving. Because of that, she has a difficulty opening up and trusting other people. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y quiet .... | .... strong .... | .... blunt .... | .... guarded H I S T O R Y What kind of man attracts a Goddess of discord and strife? The kind of man that festers like vines on the world, slowly letting his tendrils spread their way through the world around him. Everyone sees the beauty, the potential, blind… Until they are covered. Too deep to get out, stuck in their choices. That was Vladislav Astor. He grew up in a household of wealth, potential and promise. The world was his oyster and he knew it. It wasn’t long into his adult life before he turned his attention towards the world of politics. What better way for the scum of the earth to rise to the top and even get support. Once at the top, he’d have so much power that he’d be untouchable. And it didn’t take him long get to a strong foot hold in the Russian government. He worked in the shadow of the great ruler before him, a powerful conservative who fought for people but with his own hidden agenda of communism and power. As Vladislav grew more predominant in the Russian government, he caught the attention of a particular Goddess. As it’s usually said, everything else is history. It was safe to say that Vladislav was not ready when told Eris was pregnant with not only one… But two children. After all, what better chaos would there be than bringing children into the world for a man who wanted nothing to do with a family or kids. To say Vladislav was a horrible father is putting it lightly. Sloane could count the times on one hand that she actually had a meal with her father. They were more for his political gain than anything else. He’d take them to press conferences, play the part of loving father over his children that tragically lost their mother. But absent in their home life… Or at least for Sloane. "There’s no place in politics for a girl." That’s what she was taught. Vladislav took Sylas everywhere with him, teaching him the in’s and out’s from a very young age. And when their father was tired of hearing Sloane beg to come too… He reached out to Eris. Sylas was to be the heir to the dynasty Vladislav was fighting so hard to create, while Sloane would be shipped off to her mother to become Eris’ own prodigy. For years, Sloane was her mother’s shadow. Eris was never one for having demigod children… Or children at all for that matter. But the prospect of having a mini version of herself to cause havoc where ever she wasn’t, was enticing to her. So, she trained Sloane long and hard, helping her perfect all of the abilities she was gifted with. But even with her mother there was no love there. It was the relationship of a master and an apprentice, not of mother and daughter. By the time Sloane was a young adult, her mother said she had learned all that she could be taught. A master of chaos manipulation and all that entails, Eris was ready to unleash her daughter on the world and feed from the strife she’d cause. It was at that time that Sloane’s parents decided to send Sylas and Sloane to Camp Athens. To the media it was for their own safety because the life of a political leader is never safe. But the twins both new it was to get them out of their parents’ hair. For the first times in Sloane’s life she’s been left to be her own person alongside her brother, who was raised to be everything she isn’t. As if their family life wasn’t difficult enough already, they have to hurdle the battle that is their own relationship, and their interactions with those around them. And for Sloane that means truly learning how be part of society, which is something she’s had little to no exposure with. So, while most of the campers are excited at the idea of the camp… Sloane feels like a fish out of water, waiting for the last shoe to drop. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #c7b29b ........ faceclaim . | . Anya Taylor-Joy ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ S O N . O F . E R I S ________________________________________________________ 21 | male | bisexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | brunette ▹ eye color | dark green ▹ height | 6' 4" ▹ build | slender / muscular | . A B I L I T I E S chaos manipulation - Sylas does not compare to his sister in mastery of their abilities. Although he can manipulate chaos, he doesn't have the same level of control as she does. Whenever he is emotional, it seems to ooze from him into those around him without his knowledge or control. emotion manipulation - Of all of his abilities, this is the one that he excels the most at. He is able to extort negative emotions in another and amplify them slowly, without the other's knowledge. invoke violence - Sylas does not use this ability as much as one would think. Instead, he prefers to effect the repressed emotions, letting them boil to the surface and evolve however they may. warp preceived reality - Sylas has effectively done this only a handful of times in his life, and struggles with it greatly. Instead, he usually relies on Sloane to do this for him. S T R E N G T H S deception - No one realizes it when he is doing it, and no one ever will. Sylas has an entire persona that makes him seem as simple and ordinary as the other gents at camp. combat - With an expensive education, Sylas was educated in the art of fencing and martial arts. Even though he is lanky, he can pack quite the punch and hold his own in battle. manipulation - Sylas can mold people like putty in his hands. He reas micro movements like a book. HIs sensory knowledge of others emotions guides him, allowing him to say and do the perfect things to get people to bend to his desires. W E A K N E S S E S sloane - Not in the way that you'd expect. Being Eris's favorite yet having an over all neutrality in chaotic arts holds him back. If he can't keep her in check then she will surpass him. his emotions - Unlike Sloane, Sylas doesn't have the poise or control over himself, his abilities or emotions. Whenever he gets more emotional his abilities go haywire and emit from him into those around him, causing their own negative emotions to rise. his ego - Sylas was raised with the image in his head to follow in his father's footsteps, someday taking up the mantle of ruling over Russia. He's been raised with an inflated self esteem, sense of purpose and ego. Because of that Sylas is unbelievably competitive, stubborn and narcissistic. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y cunning .... | .... deceptive .... | .... narcissistic .... | .... chameleon H I S T O R Y Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Mauris ornare tristique est, ac mollis eros efficitur at. Vladislav Astor, a legend in Sylas’ eyes. He has always respected and looked up to his father like he was a God among men. After all, he did win the heart of Goddess. It takes a spectacle of a man to garner that kind of attention for his achievements. A politician with eye for what the world could be like. Some saw him as a tyrant, others a visionary. He wormed his way into the Russian office before anyone noticed the radical changes the man intended. Now at a seat of power too high for anyone to touch. His cunning agenda and mastery of slow burn chaos definitely caught Eris’ attention. But of course, Vladislav didn’t think about his own chaos she could invoke… That being in the form of children. In his eyes though, they weren’t children but legacies. Someone to continue on the family name, and the power he fought so hard for. But, unfortunately for him, not everything could go his way. If he had a choice he’d only have sons, but the universe did not favor him that time. Vladislav, when he did dote upon his children, it was almost exclusively Sylas. He took his boy with him everywhere, grooming him into a politician’s son since he was walking. Sylas had such a natural knack for creating chaos, and deceit. How often did he break the rules, trash the house or anything else and pawn it off on Sloane? Since a toddler, he had the world wrapped around his finger. So, it was no surprise that Vladislav sent Sloane away with her mother, to try and mold the girl to be more like himself and Sylas. Plus, politics was no place for a woman. For years, Vladislav taught Sylas the ins and outs of everything. How to walk, talk, dress and act. A master at deception, creating an elaborate façade for the world to snake his way to anything he wanted. Once Vladislav reached true power, it was decided that having his son at his side was no longer a priority. With new power comes new enemies, or that’s the way he worded it. Sylas and his sister were sent to Camp Athens for their own safety. It’d give them a chance to live out of the country where people wouldn’t be trying to make a hit against Vladislav, but potentially also give the Astors a chance to hone their abilities and potentially rise to the top of a new totem pole. The demigods. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #0a6d6b ........ faceclaim . | . Bill Skarsgård ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ D A U G H T E R . O F . A T H E N A ________________________________________________________ 22 | female | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | black ▹ eye color | brown ▹ height | 5' 6" ▹ build | slender | . A B I L I T I E S genius - Blair has always been incredibly smart, excelling in school with little to no effort. Unfortunately, she rarely applies herself in academics finding them boring. She gets A's for her fathers sake, and occasionally covered Lochlan's ass with his own school work. lie detection - It's nearly impossible to lie around her and she loves it. Blair won't always call you out, sometimes she'll use it to her advantage or blackmail... or help her brother cheat at poker. The possibilities are endless. intangibility - She can make parts or all of herself intangible, along with someone she touches but with zero combat skill there isn't much she can do with it beyond run and hide. So that counts for something. S T R E N G T H S persuasion - Blair has never had to struggle to get what she wanted, if it's from her father, brother or anyone else. Sure, she has better lucky on men, but she's grown quite the talent in reading others and using it to her advantage. seduction - Flirting comes naturally to Blair and it's worked more often than it hasn't. She was lucky enough to be gifted with the goods, and a knowledge on how to use them. quick thinking - Perhaps it has something to do with her parentage, but Blair has always be able to think on her feet, if it's pick up lines, convenient lies, or a quick plan to get out of a sticky situation. W E A K N E S S E S lochlan - Perhaps basic, but she loves her brother and would do anything for him. He had gotten them into their fair share of bad situations, but she always stands beside him. He hasn't gotten her arrested, but it's also not impossible. combat - Fighting? Are you kidding? Blair would break a nail or ruin her outfit. There are million other things she'd rather do before even attempting a physical altercation of any kind. trust - There's been enough people to betray Blair's trust that it takes an exceptional amount of work and persistence for someone to gain a semblance of trust from her. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y self-aware .... | .... flirtatious .... | .... honest .... | .... vain H I S T O R Y Blair’s family story is nothing close to normal. Her father, William Carmichael, lived in the upper East Side of Manhattan. He was smart, successful, and thriving when he met Athena. Their shared intellect is what brought them together, and not long after is when Blair came into their lives. Typical in relationships with Gods, she was left with her father to be raised, and for the most part that was the end of their relationship. That was until about a year later when Athena showed back up in William’s life. It didn’t take much time for her to be pregnant again. But that’s when the truth came out that Hera, angered at Athena for Gods only know what, took on the guise of Athena to ruin what relationship she had with William. Seeing that he was no more than a spawn to the Gods’ twisted games, William wanted nothing more to do with neither Hera nor Athena. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Hera for leaving him with a baby boy to raise on his own with the young Blair. Blair and Lochlan grew up with privileged lives, wanting for nother. While father wanted little to do with Lochlan because of Hera, he still took care of him out of obligation, if nothing else. Being a daddy’s girl, she made sure her father always took care of her brother. She couldn’t make her father love or care for him the way he did her, but at least Lochlan had a home, food, and Blair to look out for him. As they both grew into their powers they quickly became a pair to be reckoned with. Lochlan became quite the manipulator, using people to his advantage in ways that even Hera would be proud. All the while, Blair used her own abilities disgracing the goodness of anyone associated with Athena, helping her brother trick, manipulate and cheat his way through everything. They were the unstoppable rich kids that everyone hated but also wanted to be friends with. They were content in their cruel intentions, playing with their fellow classmates and acquaintances like chess pieces. Shortly after Lochlan’s whole relationship debacle, Lochlan spun more out of control and Blair rode the tailwind with him. Eventually, their father sat them down blaming Lochlan for most of their problematic tendencies. He gave the choice of military school or a demigod summer camp, and while Blair had zero desire to go anywhere near a camp, she quickly chose camp and demanded she go to. She refused to let her father ever do something to Lochlan that he would not also do to her. Reluctantly, he agreed, and the pair left their lap of luxury… for a fucking summer camp. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #c9bef3 ........ faceclaim . | . Camila Mendes ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ S O N . O F . P O S E I D O N ________________________________________________________ 24 | male | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | black ▹ eye color | brown ▹ height | 6' 1" ▹ build | muscular | . A B I L I T I E S hydrokinesis - Over the years, River has worked very hard to hone this skill to better impress his father. He has great control and finesse with this power, and it is without a doubt his greatest skill. Recently he's been practicing drawing on the water in creatures, but this is difficult to test without the risk of harming or killing. water breathing - Is a passive skill that comes with being Poseidon's child. His control over this is similar to regular breathing. He could hold his breath if he chose to, but never saw the need. seismic manipulation - On a small scale, River can create tremors and earthquakes. Mostly he'd use this to knock an opponent off balance for an advantage. He does not has as much control over this has been known to cause tremors when he is more emotional, especially angry. speak with fish & equine - He has no desire to talk to them, so he lets Ocean handle that. River hasn't particularly tried one way or the other, and if they've spoken to him while he's in the water, he blocked it out. underwater healing - This, like water breathing, is passive. If he is submerged in water he can slowly heal, but he is unable to heal others and it's unknown if it work fast enough to help mortal wounds. He's rather not test that. S T R E N G T H S combat - For most of his life, River has spent as much of his time practicing and training. He has a black belt in several forms of martial arts which he has infused with his psychokinesis to create an effortless style of fighting that is uniquely his own. honest - While the truth can hurt and not always be what people want to hear, River is not one to lie or manipulate. He's very straightforward and blunt. Lies are a waist of time and complicated. intimidating - He has a naturally intimidating presence between his cold expression and generally stoic nature. He doesn't placate, talk unnecessarily, or play around. If he makes threats he backs them up and it's a rare occasion if he's seen joking around. If someone manages to make him laugh that is a truly special occasion. W E A K N E S S E S ocean - He's a protective big brother, even if he doesn't always act like it. River looks out for her in his own way and she is one of the few ways to get to him. ego - River's reputation is very important to him. He must be everything his father sees in him and more, so any weakness in his prowess is a chink in his armor. Less than perfection isn't an option. lack of water - So much of his power and combat prowess comes from water. The farther away he it is from it the more draining and difficult it is for him to perform at his peak. Places like the desert physically drain him and exhaust him quickly. He thrives best near bodies of water or areas of high humidity. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y proud .... | .... stoic .... | .... driven .... | .... blunt H I S T O R Y Alani Sullivan was a professional surfer who had gotten well known throughout her hometown of Hilo, Hawaii. It was surprising that she caught Poseidon’s attention, but what did seem out of the ordinary was that the God was so infatuated that he had not one, but two children with the mortal woman. First was River and then Ocean, their mom must have thought she was a comedian with those names. No doubt it’ll definitely get some comments at camp. The siblings grew up hearing stories about the Greek Gods from their mother and once their abilities started blooming, River couldn’t help but start putting together some of the pieces. His powers presented themselves earlier than they did for Ocean, and through great determination he managed to keep them well enough in control to get through school. But once Ocean was pulled out because of her accident, River started homeschooling with her. Since he was a couple years older, he’d help her with her school work and when they were done they’d train until the sun went down. River can’t fully explain why he trained them both so hard, maybe it was a gut feeling telling him that they’d need to know this someday. He had been surfing and taking martial arts classes since he was able to walk, and now he felt like it was his job to try and teach Ocean what he knew. He knew he was hard on her, maybe he expected her to be a natural like him, but he wouldn’t always be there to protect her. She needed to know how to protect herself. When he was fifteen, Poseidon showed up for the first time. Their father brought her a trident, and while River would never admit it, he was jealous. He had been training longer and harder than her, yet she was given a weapon of the Gods. That jealousy that festered in him only made River fight stronger when their father trained them. It was only once a year, but he spent the other 364 days practicing ruthlessly to be better the next time he returned. It had been nine years since Poseidon first showed up in their lives when he appeared at their home. Normally when he came to train it was in the middle of the summer, but this time it was winter, shortly before Christmas. He told them of a special camp just for demigods and how he wanted to send them there to help keep things in order. Apparently they had two half siblings sent there to do the same that were killed during some accident. Poseidon wouldn’t explain further, only that he wanted River to go lead these campers, to be his eyes and ears. Their mother didn’t want them to go after hearing about the others who died, but… you can’t really say no to a God. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #86a8ad ........ faceclaim . | . Charles Melton ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
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....................................................  __________________________________________ D A U G H T E R . O F . A P O L L O ________________________________________________________ 19 | female | open minded __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | black ▹ eye color | dark brown ▹ height | 5' 7" ▹ build | average / curvy | . A B I L I T I E S healing - Tapeesa's true skill and mastery is in the art of medicine. While she had a natural talent before coming into her abilities, she is quite proficient in magical healing. Most of her practice has been non-life-threatening such as cuts and broken bones, but she is fairly confident, if fast enough, she could contain most ailments. Her own injuries heal faster than the average person. Unless they are severe, she rarely pays them any mind knowing it will be healed within a day or two. photokinesis - She does not have much practice or control in when it comes to controlling light. With focus Tapeesa can create small glow orbs of light or turn lights on and off. When she is emotional lights around her, electrical or natural, have been known to flicker, dim or brighten depending on how intense her emotions are. marksmanship - Like any child of Apollo, she has a natural ability to hit a target. Although for Tapeesa this is usually getting her paper ball in the trashcan on the first shot or the delicate needlework necessary for stitches or beaded jewelry. She's never held a weapon other than a knife, which was most definitely not used for violent purposes. S T R E N G T H S herbalism - Growing up her mother's shadow, Tapeesa has always shown a strong interest in plants and their various properties, especially medicinally. She has spent most of her growing life reading up on all the ways plants can be used for medicines, poisons, and everything in between. musician - Since a young child, she was deeply immersed in her family's culture. Her grandfather taught her how to play the tautirut, even giving her his own instrument before he passed. And her mother taught her the art of kataqjjaq, Inuit throat singing, which they often did on cold winter days while sitting around the fire. While her family has long since passed, Tapeesa still finds comfort in playing her tautirut or kataqjjaq, even if she cannot do it properly alone. Music has been a way to keep her family with her through life. resourceful - With a majority of her childhood being spent in an orphanage, Tapeesa rarely had money or the means to do many things. This helped her learn the skills to think quickly on her feet and find solutions to any challenges she found herself facing. W E A K N E S S E S conflict - It's been said there isn't a mean bone in Tapeesa's body. Arguments and fighting often make her shut down or pull away rather than humor the possibility of upsetting someone or hurting another. This gotten her called a doormat on more than one occasion. The few times where she has stood her ground was on someone else's behalf. It is rare that she stands up for herself. altruistic - Anyone who knows her knows how Tapeesa always puts others before herself. She's often seen as a big sister to everyone in her life. Her own happiness and well being is an after thought. She can focus on herself once everyone else is taken care of. trusting - She takes everything at face value. She has zero skill when it comes to lying and has never felt the need to be dishonest. Because of this she assumes others are equally as honest. Unless given a reason to think otherwise, she only sees the best in others, assuming everyone only has each others best interests at heart. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y bubbly .... | .... compassionate .... | .... honest .... | .... open minded H I S T O R Y Ahnah was an Inuk woman born and raised in the small city of Iqaluit, Nunavut. She was raised in a rich Inuit, learning about her ancestors and their way of life. While her father worked hard providing for their family and was rarely home when she was a child, her mother did everything with Ahnah by her side. Her mother had become a reliable healer to the local community. Like a little shadow she followed her mother around the city on house calls and helped her mix her various herbs and poultices. She was a natural. Together the mother and daughter helped those in need whether because they couldn’t afford doctors or they just preferred holistic medicine. After the passing of her mother when she was a teen, Ahnah took up the reins and continued her mothers work. Following High School she wanted to further her knowledge and became the first person in her family to ever go to college. She traveled across the country to the University of Toronto where she began her study to become a nurse. That’s where she met him, Apollo. He looked like any other college student at the time, young, vibrant, with golden blond hair and a handsome face. He was nothing like the men back home and she was nothing like other women he had met. They bonded over their shared passion for the power of healing and desire to help others. Apollo would read her poetry and Ahnah would teach him Inuit music. Their romance might not have lasted long, but there was a lifetime’s worth of love and knowledge shared between them. It was right before her graduation that Apollo told her the truth of who he was. Perhaps it was because she was taught about Gods, although Inuit not Greek, most of her life or that she never had a reason to believe he was lying to her, but Ahnah believed him. It broke her heart to say good-bye but who was she to keep a God to herself? Shortly after returning home from college was when she discovered she was pregnant. Of course there were rumors and whispers that spread throughout the small city. Even in the 21st century people still liked to talk when a woman got pregnant outside of wedlock. But Ahnah couldn’t have been happier. She got a job as a nurse at the Qikiqtani General Hospital and eight months later she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl in the middle of a snow storm. Her little arctic flower. Her Tapeesa. While they were not a wealthy household, Tapeesa grew up wanting for nothing. She spent her days learning to play the tautirut and tended the garden with her grandfather. During the evenings she’d sit in the kitchen with her mom as she taught her kataqjjaq while cooking dinner. It often ended in accidental spitting and giggles, they just made sure not to sing near the food. But the weekends were her favorite. Her mom would take her around the city as she made various housecalls, still practicing the same holistic medicine her mother before her did. Tapeesa wished she could have met her grandmother. Everytime her mom did something new, she explained every step to her and shared the story of how her own mother taught her. It felt like secret family magic being passed down from one daughter to another. Growing up, Tapeesa always asked about her father and while her mom never lied to her, she never shared the whole truth either. She would share pictures, his poetry, and stories of their time together. But Ahnah kept the truth of him being a god secret, only sharing that he was special and had to leave so he could help others like she tried to do. It made her sad not to know him, but she was lucky to have her grandfather who filled that role in her life. She was his little Snowdrop and he’d move the heavens to make her happy. To her eyes, Tapeesa’s life was perfect. That was until she was eight. One night in the dead of winter, Tapeesa’s mom was called into the hospital to help a woman in labor. It had been blizzarding for days which was nothing unusual for Iqaluit. She prepared the family snowmobile, as she usually did during the more severe snowstorms and headed to work. Tapeesa and her grandfather were none the wiser, assuming she made it to work like she always had. But several hours later they received a call. Ahnah was in an accident and had died. The following two years were rough in the Nanuq household. Tapeesa, still being young, took awhile to come to terms with the fact that her mother was no longer around. It often resulted in emotional outbursts and fits that ended in both her and her grandfather in tears. With her grandfather no longer able to work and showing early signs of dementia, they struggled to make ends meet. There were several scares that she might be taken away from her grandfather, but the people of the town that her mother and mother’s mother had helped banded together to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. But eventually the dementia took her grandfather and with no other next of kin, Tapeesa was sent to an orphanage in Toronto. Being one of the older children in the home, Tapeesa quickly realized that her chances at being adopted were slim. On one hand she liked the possibility of a new home and family, but her mother and grandfather couldn’t be replaced. They were her true family and she didn’t want another one. Unlike some of the other children who never knew a family, she wasn’t saddened at the thought of not being adopted. Instead she looked after the younger kids like a big sister, helping them learn, grow, and know what it was like to be loved. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that her powers started manifesting. Tapeesa can’t recall a single moment where she noticed she could do things that she couldn’t quite explain. As the pseudo big sister to so many little kids, she was always helping dress small scrapes and kiss boo-boos. Over a handful of months she started realizing that wounds she tended were healing faster than they should be. Then a deep gash in her knee was nonexistent the next day. The more she paid attention to it, the more supernatural it seemed. She had no explanation for it. Maybe the skill her family had as healers was more than a skill? But that didn’t explain why it was different for her. She could recall her mom having stitches that seemed to take ages to heal, but when she broke a finger she was fine in a couple days. Then there was the light. Whenever Tapeesa was emotional, the lights seemed to pulse. The room would get darker when she was sad and when she laughed it felt like the sun was faintest bit brighter. She couldn’t explain any of it, but she knew she wasn’t crazy. She never told a soul about what she could do, or at least what she thought she could do. While all the other orphans were asleep Tapeesa would practice, curious what she could and couldn’t do. No matter how hard she tried, the most she could accomplish with light was a small floating orb or turning lamps on and off. But with healing… The more she tried the more she could accomplish. For a brief time she inflicted some gruesome wounds on herself only to see them heal faster each time. By the time she aged out of the orphanage system she had grown an impeccable control that she had to learn to pace herself when helping others to not arouse suspicion. Often turning to herbalism with a little of her own special help so people just thought she had a special way with plants. Tapeesa had nowhere to go when she aged out, but the begging of the kids and the orphanage growing accustomed to her aid, offered her a job. It didn’t pay much. She barely could afford a studio apartment but the orphanage kept her fed and she loved her job. That was her life for just over a year, when one night there was a knock on her door. On the other side was the spitting image of a photograph her mother gave her many years ago. He was a young, vibrant man, with golden blond hair and a handsome face, who hadn’t aged a day. "Hello, Snowdrop," he said with a warm smile. "My how you’ve grown." __________________________________________________________________________________ Camp Athens OCs - Greek Demigods hexcode . | . #0bbdaf ........ faceclaim . | . anna lambe ........ creator . | . Mjolnir |
