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[hider=Beckett Thorne | Poseidon][color=#2e2c2c].
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[center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[sub][color=5c83a7][b]B E C K E T T [color=2e2c2c].[/color] T H O R N E[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=5c83a7]29     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     heterosexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]▹ parentage  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   poseidon[/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   blond[/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   blue[/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   6' 1"[/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   athletic / muscular[/color]
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[/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
[color=5c83a7][b]A B I L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]hydrokinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- absolute control of water, healing via water,  breathe underwater indefinitely, see clearly in the darkness of the deep, remain dry if desired, and immune to water pressure.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]atmokinesis / geokinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- limited control over weather, able to summon strong winds and create miniature hurricanes or typhoons. limited control to cause earthquakes to a certain degree. [/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]zoolingualism / perfect bearings[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- can communicate telepathically and normally with all marine animals and equine creatures (horses, pegasi, etc.) always knows his exact nautical coordinates, allowing him to navigate the sea with ease. [/i][/color]

[color=5c83a7][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]survivalist[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- years in Vietnam and life at sea honed his instincts—he can read terrain, track resources, and endure extreme conditions without panicking.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]strong swimmer[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- the ocean feels like an extension of his body, he cuts through water with supernatural ease, able to navigate currents and dive deep without fear.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]tactical thinker[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- combat and experience taught him to assess a situation in seconds, he’s quick to strategize under pressure, preferring precision over brute force.[/i][/color]

[color=5c83a7][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]fear of heights[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- anything above open ground or water sends his pulse racing—he freezes up, dizzy, as if the sky itself might swallow him.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]emotionally guarded[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- he struggles to form close bonds easily, vulnerability feels dangerous, so he keeps people at arm’s length even when he aches for connection.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]nightmares[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- memories of war and loss haunt his sleep, leaving him exhausted and unfocused when they’re at their worst.[/i][/color]

[color=5c83a7][b]I T E M[/b][/color]
[url=https://i.ibb.co/DHZXTfdn/Gemini-Generated-Image-254iok254iok254i.png][color=d6d6d6][b]kataklysmos / deluge[/b][/color][/url] [color=808080][i]- A gift from his father, the Deluge is a tactical, black-faced watch with luminous markings that glow a bioluminescent green in the dark. When he turns the hands and pushes the button it will transform into whichever weapon the hand landed on. A curved sword with ancient greek etchings on it, a luminescent trident that feels like a storm forming beneath his hands, or a glittering net that is near indestructible, and something only he can lift.[/i][/color]

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[color=5c83a7][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=ffffff][b]stoic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] wary [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] loyal [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] protective [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] resilient[/b][/color]

[color=5c83a7][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]

[color=808080][color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=5c83a7][i]1952:[/i][/color] Born near a small coastal town, somewhere along the eastern seaboard. He never met his father, Poseidon. Rather, his mom marries a fisherman with a successful business, they have two more children, but Beckett inherited an uncanny affinity for water from his father, he can calm a storm at sea in small ways without knowing why, the water whispers to him in ways it doesn't for anyone else he knows. This is never explained
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=5c83a7][i]Late 1960s–early 1970s:[/i][/color] Teenage years filled with long hours swimming, fishing, and working odd jobs along the docks to stay connected to the water and escape the mundanity of school. Quiet, thoughtful, and introspective, he didn't fit in easily with other teens, but he had a few close friends.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=5c83a7][i]1970:[/i][/color] Drafted for the Vietnam War around age 18, alongside two of his best friends. Trained as infantry, learned survival, navigation, and leadership skills. Experienced the trauma of combat and lost one of his friends. This left a lingering tension, mistrust, and a profound respect for life. His remaining friend turned to alcohol to cope, he tried to help. Eventually, when his help was answered with violence, they grew apart. [color=5c83a7][i]1972–1976:[/i][/color] Served four years actively, he signed on for another four years after finding stability and purpose in the military structure.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=5c83a7][i]1976–1978:[/i][/color] Military service ended when he was around 26. Carried the weight of his experiences but also gained discipline, survival skills, and a quiet confidence. [color=5c83a7][i]Late 1970s:[/i][/color] Drifted along the eastern seaboard working odd jobs; commercial fishing, sailing cargo boats, delivering goods by sea. These jobs kept him close to the ocean, where he felt safe, at home, and almost supernaturally connected.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=5c83a7][i]Early 1980s:[/i][/color] Moved into slightly riskier work to keep life interesting, despite his families disapproval; deep-sea salvage, private boat charters, freelance guiding for adventurous travelers. He developed a reputation for being dependable, calm under pressure, and quietly clever. [color=5c83a7][i]1983:[/i][/color] On vacation, he entered the Lotus Casino, a curious, alluring place full of games, lights, and perpetual glamour. Fascinated and distracted, he didn't realize that time was frozen inside. He settled in, drawn by the endlessness, the lure of a place that felt detached from the hardships of his past. He caught glimpses of a pretty blonde after a few years, noted her appearance, her strange attire each time he saw her pass by, but then let it go. Beating Cube's Quest had stolen his attention once more.[/color] 

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[center][color=808080][color=5c83a7][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #5c83a7  [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5c83a7][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] stephen amell [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=5c83a7][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] Sleepy Tani[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=Evander Castell | Athena ][color=#2e2c2c].
.[/color]
[indent][indent][table][row][sup][h1][color=181818][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][right][color=8A6038]E V A N D E R[/color][color=181818]...[/color][/right][/h1][/sup][/row][row]
[cell][color=2e2c2c]....................................................[/color][img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8c/ea/87/8cea87b08b9d3fba9b6f3561343b358e.jpg[/img]

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[center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[sub][color=8A6038][b]E V A N D E R [color=2e2c2c].[/color] C A S T E L L[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=8A6038]28     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color]
[color=8A6038][b]▹ parentage  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   athena[/color]
[color=8A6038][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   brown[/color]
[color=8A6038][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   brown[/color]
[color=8A6038][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   6' 0"[/color]
[color=8A6038][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   beanpole :([/color]
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[/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
[color=8A6038][b]A B I L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]genius intellect / strategic combat[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- possess high intelligence, especially regarding war strategy. can analyze opponent movements and weaknesses on the fly.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]weapon proficiency[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- can to adapt to various weapons quickly.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]limited telekinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]-  a rare ability to move objects with his mind using physical gestures. [not useable yet][/i][/color]

[color=8A6038][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]brilliant[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- his IQ is off the charts, photographic memory, patterns click, and he can dissect complex problems in seconds.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]strategic[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- raised on stories of battlefields and war heroes, he reads a fight like a chessboard, always three moves ahead and accounting for every possible outcome.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]perceptive[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- he notices what others overlook, the shift in someone’s tone, the flaw in a plan, the weak point in a structure. His mind is always connecting dots, sometimes before he realizes he’s doing it.[/i][/color]

[color=8A6038][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]abrasive[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- his prickly attitude and cutting sarcasm push people away before they get close, leaving him isolated more often than not.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]overconfident[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- he trusts his intellect to a fault, sometimes assuming he’s right simply because he [i]usually[/i] is, which makes him dismissive of advice and blinds him to mistakes.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]overthinker[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- he spirals in his own mind, analyzing every angle until the moment to act passes, his brain is his best weapon and his worst trap.[/i][/color]

[color=8A6038][b]I T E M[/b][/color]
[url=https://i.ibb.co/ccDF9T3s/ABS2-GSn3if-xce8-Du-Y3-Bwm4rk69-Fv-VJRi-Bp-QHJoanl-Pb0-Ppe6-Yh-RYOpcma-RLG-f-Oq-UMGp75-Rd-QSk-Hlp-HPBSQGQN.png][color=d6d6d6][b]daedalean compass[/b][/color][/url] [color=808080][i]- A gift from his mother, the Daedalean Compass appears as an ancient, bronze compass with gears that shift like a puzzle box. It doesn’t point north—it points to the nearest solution, not the nearest exit, toward what he needs, not what he wants, steers him like strategy incarnate. It can lead him to a missing ally, a critical resource, the answer to a riddle or logistical problem.[/i][/color]

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[color=8A6038][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=ffffff][b]sarcastic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] prickly [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] perceptive [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] strategic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] passionate [/b][/color]

[color=8A6038][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]

[color=808080][color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=8A6038][i]1997–2008 (Ages 0–11):[/i][/color] Evander was raised by his mortal mother, an astrophysicist, in a quiet academic life surrounded by books, equations, and the quiet ache of an absent parent. Athena visited rarely, almost always for his mother, rarely for him, so he grew up believing she was just an eccentric friend his mom liked a little [i]too[/i] much, who blew in like a storm and left just as abruptly.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=8A6038][i]2009–2013 (Ages 12–16):[/i][/color] As monsters began to notice him, his mother finally revealed the truth: his absent parent wasn’t mortal at all, but a god. She never named Athena, and he never asked. Instead of heartbreak, he felt a spark of challenge, an equation with an unknown variable that begged to be solved. Camp Half-Blood was the safest place for him, he placed in the Hermes cabin, unclaimed but undeterred. Chiron noted his sharp mind and instinct for strategy, and Evander began treating every class, duel, and quest like a puzzle waiting to be solved. Maybe then that would earn him his place in his rightful cabin. 
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=8A6038][i]2014–2022 (Ages 17–25):[/i][/color] He split his time between Camp (nine months a year) and home (three months during the holidays). He earned two accelerated college degrees, Mechanical Engineering and Applied Physics, while securing eighteen patents for inventions, many related to innovation and battlefield-adjacent tech. He remained unclaimed, but every accomplishment felt like an offering to the parent he didn't know. It wasn't good enough, and though he may have developed a complex, but he was never discouraged.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=8A6038][i]2023–2025 (Ages 26–28):[/i][/color] He invested in multiple start-up companies, each subtlety tied to Athena’s spheres; research, strategy, education, invention. Every victory was sharpened with intent, proof that he was worthy of being claimed. He knew it was her, knew it down to his marrow, but there was a challenge that he hadn't met completely, a puzzle unfinished. The silence didn’t feel like abandonment, it felt like the final quest. He believed he would earn the moment she finally named him her own.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=8A6038][i]2025 (Age 28 – Present):[/i][/color] Now a seasoned camper with a reputation for intellect as sharp as celestial bronze, Evander balanced demigod life with mortal responsibility, leaving camp three times a week to take business calls. He no longer worked with start-ups as often; instead, he funneled his success into founding a scholarship for brilliant young minds without the means to chase their ambitions. He named it Athena’s Scholarship, a gift to the mother who had never claimed him, an offering to the empty space where her approval might someday live. On the day our story begins, his phone chimed with the confirmation when he went for a hike outside the camps borders, approved, funded, and already receiving applications, his first victory that felt like a prayer. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=8A6038][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #8A6038  [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=8A6038][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] hayden christensen [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=8A6038][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] Sleepy Tani [/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider= Daphne Hart | Apollo ][color=#2e2c2c].
.[/color]
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[center][color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[sub][color=B07482][b]D A P H N E [color=2e2c2c].[/color] H A R T[/b][/color]
[color=807B84][sup]________________________________________________________[/sup][/color] 
[color=B07482]27     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual [/color]
[color=807B84][sup]__________________________________________[/sup][/color]
[color=B07482][b]▹ parentage  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   apollo[/color]
[color=B07482][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   brown[/color]
[color=B07482][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   brown[/color]
[color=B07482][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   5' 5"[/color]
[color=B07482][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   pretty :)[/color]
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[/cell][cell][justify][sup][color=2e2c2c].[/color]
[color=B07482][b]A B I L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]vitakinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- highly skilled as a healer who can cure wounds, diseases, and illnesses with a touch, often accompanied by also singing hymns in ancient greek for added healing strength.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]photokinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- able to use the ability to manipulate sunlight, create blinding light, and make objects or herself invisible for a short time.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]musical prowess[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- proficiency with instruments, particularly the lyre, and the ability to influence others with music and her singing voice.[/i][/color]

[color=B07482][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]medical prodigy[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Daphne’s knowledge of mortal and magical medicine rivals that of veteran healers, she diagnoses injuries and illnesses with an accuracy that feels like intuition, but is really the result of years of relentless study and sleepless practice.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]healer[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- her hands carry sunlight like a second heartbeat, warming wounds closed and coaxing scarred tissue to knit, her healing isn’t instantaneous, but it’s efficient, gentle, and utterly reliable, an anchor in the chaos of demigod life.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]empathic[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Daphne reads emotional states like vital signs, knowing when someone needs space, a joke, or the truth softened at the edges. it makes her a leader without raising her voice, the kind of person others follow because they feel safe near her.[/i][/color]

[color=B07482][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]pacifist[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- she avoids fighting whenever possible, preferring diplomacy or healing, which can leave her vulnerable in battle or in situations where combat is unavoidable.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]stamina[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- despite her skill and determination, prolonged physical exertion drains her quickly, she excels in precision and care but cannot sustain heavy combat or intense labor for long periods.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]fear of death[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- not for herself, but for those she treats; Daphne is terrified of failing anyone under her care, and the pressure of that responsibility can paralyze her in critical moments.[/i][/color]

[color=B07482][b]I T E M[/b][/color]
[url=https://i.ibb.co/0RSV9R5P/ABS2-GSmz-EDqm-VWDb-Y51k-Hb-Y-KS9c0-XOm-Fh1-H1l-MZZkv-Gatwjbc98t9o-Fhb-RJ1-Ee-Tj-L4e-Wu1-Cx-MNLCft-Ozg-T5.png][color=d6d6d6][b]heliosheart pendant[/b][/color][/url] [color=808080][i]- A gift from her father, the Heliosheart Pendant; glow's like gentle sunlight in darkness, just enough to light a path or soothe, not blind. Grows warm to the touch when danger is near, growing hotter the closer it is. When placed on someone’s skin, amplifies her healing ability for a short time. If she pushes herself too hard, the pendant cools suddenly, Apollo’s warning to rest or she risks burning herself out. Along the circular frame is a ring of ancient Greek runes, forming a short poem.

In darkest hours, light persists;
In trembling hearts, the dawn insists. [/i][/color]


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[color=B07482][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=ffffff][b]selfless  [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] compassionate  [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] tntuitive  [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] resolute  [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] gentle[/b][/color]

[color=B07482][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]

[color=808080][color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=B07482][i]1998–2010 (Ages 0–12):[/i][/color] Daphne was raised by her mother, a gifted writer who loved her more than words could even explain. She grew up immersed in stories and creativity, feeling her mother’s love and warmth, which left her with a gentle, empathetic spirit and a fascination with the arts. She never met her father, but each year on her birthday a poem would arrive for her, she kept them all.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=B07482][i]2010 (Age 12):[/i][/color] Her mother sent her to Camp Half-Blood, believing it was safer for Daphne to learn how to protect herself early rather than later. Daphne arrived nervous but determined, quickly discovering that while she lacked the inclination for fighting, she possessed a natural gift for healing others. Her mom sent her care packages and poems throughout the year, and she'd always go home for Christmas.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=B07482][i]2011–2015 (Ages 13–17):[/i][/color] She honed her abilities as a healer, studying mortal medicine alongside magical remedies. Apollo claimed her the first time she healed another camper by accident, solidifying her place as a valued child of the sun god. By age 17, she had earned the respect of her peers and was named councilor of the Apollo cabin, a role she embraced with quiet determination.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=B07482][i]2016–2022 (Ages 18–26):[/i][/color] Daphne reformed the camp’s infirmary, streamlining procedures and training other Apollo children with the “healer’s touch” to maximize their abilities. Her efficiency and empathy made the infirmary a place of safety, and she became widely respected. When she could, she'd take trips to the closest hospital, visit the children's unit, and heal them as she read to them.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=B07482][i]2023–2025 (Ages 27–present):[/i][/color] She solidified her role as a cornerstone of Camp Half-Blood, mentoring younger campers and maintaining the Apollo cabin’s reputation for excellence. Her mother continued to send poems and care packages, which Daphne treasured, and she took pride in knowing that her work saved countless lives and nurtured the next generation of demigods. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=B07482][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #B07482  [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=B07482][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] emma watson [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=B07482][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] Sleepy Tani[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider= Faye Mikami | Ares ][color=#2e2c2c].
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[sub][color=964A4A][b]F A Y E [color=2e2c2c].[/color]  M I K A M I[/b][/color]
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[color=964A4A]27     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     female     [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color]     pansexual[/color]
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[color=964A4A][b]▹ parentage  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   ares[/color]
[color=964A4A][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=809090][b]|[/b]   black[/color]
[color=964A4A][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   brown[/color]
[color=964A4A][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   5' 6"[/color]
[color=964A4A][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b]   hella fit ;)[/color]
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[color=964A4A][b]A B I L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]physical prowess[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- superior strength, speed, and endurance compared to normal demigods, allowing her to lift heavy objects and fight without tiring for long periods of time.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]odikinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- control over the emotions of hatred and rage, often used to spark conflict.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]Telumkinesis[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- the ability to manipulate, summon, or repair weapons.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]blessing of ares[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- given to those showing immense courage or bloodlust, this blessing surrounds them in a fiery aura, granting temporary invulnerability to pain and physical harm. [not usable yet][/i][/color]

[color=964A4A][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]scrappy fighter[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Faye relies on agility, cunning, and adaptability in combat, using every advantage in her environment rather than raw strength alone. if she gets knocked down, whoever knocked her down better hope they also knocked her out, because if she gets back up they'll live to regret it.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]stamina[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- she can endure long battles or grueling training sessions without tiring, allowing her to outlast opponents physically and mentally. she grew up learning martial arts from her mom and has the stamina to prove it.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]strategic mind[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- her anger is surgical, not impulsive, she plans moves carefully, analyzing weaknesses and exploiting them with efficiency rather than relying on blind fury.[/i][/color]

[color=964A4A][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]love of a challenge[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- she is drawn to combat for the thrill and the test of skill, which can put her in unnecessary danger or lead her to underestimate risks.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]self-critical[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- Faye holds herself to impossibly high standards, often obsessing over minor mistakes or perceived failures, which can undermine her confidence.[/i][/color]
[color=d6d6d6][b]overly cautious with trust[/b][/color] [color=808080][i]- she struggles to fully rely on others, preferring to control outcomes herself, which can slow teamwork or create tension in group settings.[/i][/color]

[color=964A4A][b]I T E M[/b][/color]
[url=https://i.ibb.co/Qvf1kC7K/ABS2-GSl7-Bn-Ven-IFa0-D-Bh-Mxum-xd-PUFWni-Ja-Y76ns8-DYl-Zclvt8m8-Q6dz-Yhzr-EPw80k-ZWkw-YRb-Rd-GM32e-Er5yg.png][color=d6d6d6][b]makhai / the spirit of battle[/b][/color][/url] [color=808080][i]- A gift from her father, forged with celestial bronze and the essence of the makhai, who considered the spirits of battle and combat that attended Ares on the field. They represent the "demonic" side of war—slaughter, riot, and grief. Chaotic and supernatural, the feeling of the axe in her hands suggests the axe has a mind of its own and a thirst for the heat of the fray. It can transform intp a more modern looking tactical pocket knife with a red-and-black "damascus" steel pattern on the handle.[/i][/color]

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[color=964A4A][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[color=ffffff][b]pragmatic [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] patient [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] clever [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] witty [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=808080][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] honorable[/b][/color]

[color=964A4A][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]

[color=808080][color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=964A4A][i]1998–2018 (Ages 0–20):[/i][/color] Faye was raised by her mother at The Aiki Shrine in Iwama, Kasama City, immersed in the discipline and philosophy of Aikido. Growing up alongside her mother, she learned to channel energy with precision and control, developing a calm, surgical temperament. Her mother met her father abroad, and though Faye never met him, he chose her name. Ares’ deep care for her mother granted Faye a rare life of relative peace, shielding her from the dangers that most demigods encounter early in life.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=964A4A][i]2018–2024 (Ages 20–26):[/i][/color] Faye honed her Aikido skills and cultivated patience, observation, and strategic thinking. Though she trained as a warrior in theory, she focused on discipline and precision rather than rage, she was deeply passionate about the shrine, hoping to become a master of Aikido some day.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=964A4A][i]2024 (Age 26):[/i][/color] Ares sent a message to her mother that Camp Half-Blood would soon be the safest place for Faye. She reluctantly left her life of peace at the shrine and arrived at camp, quickly adapting to demigod life. She was claimed upon arrival and even received a small gift from her father, one that she cherished greatly.
[color=d6d6d6][b]✦[/b][/color]     [color=964A4A][i]2024–2025 (Ages 26–27):[/i][/color] Faye integrated into camp life, finding camaraderie with many of her siblings, though she often found the more abrasive Ares children frustrating. Her calm, calculated approach to combat was a disconnect they could never bridge, and she often found herself lingering closer to the calmer Apollo cabin, becoming fast friends with Daphne. [/color]

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[center][color=808080][color=964A4A][b]hexcode[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] #964A4A  [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=964A4A][b]faceclaim[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] chloe bennet  [color=2e2c2c]........[/color] [color=964A4A][b]creator[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] | [color=2e2c2c].[/color] Sleepy Tani[/color][/center][/sup][/justify][/cell]
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[hider=Colton "Colt" Shepherd][color=#2e2c2c].
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[sub][color=A64017][b]S O N[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=A64017][b]O F[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c].[/color] [color=A64017][b] H E P H A E S T U S[/b][/color]
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[color=A64017]22     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     male     [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color]     heterosexual[/color]
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[color=A64017][b]▹ hair color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  blond[/color]
[color=A64017][b]▹ eye color  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]   green[/color]
[color=A64017][b]▹ height  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  6' 1"[/color]
[color=A64017][b]▹ build  [/b][/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=9b9b9b]  buff / athletic[/color]
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[color=A64017][b]A B I L I T I E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Pyrokinesis[/b][/color] - [i]The ability to mentally generate, control, and manipulate fire. Colton has never experimented with his supposed powers, though he has...melted things in the past, burnt his handprints into bed frames, but he's always ignored when sparks jump from the tips of his fingers. Fire feels...natural to Colt, he can remember staring into bonfires in the past, watching the flames jump and leap into the sky, higher and higher the longer he watched. It wasn't good, to be different, so he stopped staring at fires, learned to temper his anger and remain as cool as possible.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Calokinesis[/b][/color] - [i]Colton has always run warmer than most people, he's like a walking, living, breathing furnace. It comes naturally to him, and it has made summers out in the country when he was working on the farm brutal. He's melted his fair share of tools in an aggravated, hazy accident, but as he's aged he's learned to keep a tight lid on his emotions to try and control it. The result is warmth spread across his entire body, natural to Colton, but surprising for others. [/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Master Inventor & Engineer[/b][/color] - [i]Inventing and building runs in his blood, Colton has always been brilliant when it came to repairing or building things, scraping things the rest of his family deemed unusable to create something new. If you have something broken and you're thinking of throwing it out, he's the person to go to. There's a small sense of pride in every creation, knowing that he could be useful to others makes him happy.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]High Intelligence[/b][/color] - [i]His therapist once suggested when he was younger that the reason Colton was so scared of everything, was because he was so smart. It was posed as a logical affliction, anyone who could look at a scenario and know all the ways it could go wrong would be smart enough to be terrified of the bad outcomes. His mind has always worked too fast, sometimes faster than Colt can even register the whirlwind of what-if's and maybes. He tries to look at everything from every angle, pick apart a perspective until he understands, and above all else, considers the worst case scenarios.[/i]

[color=A64017][b]S T R E N G T H S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Physical Strength[/b][/color] - [i]Growing up on a farm, Colton's been lifting thing's twice his body weight for as long as he could remember. His physical strength often feels like the one thing he truly has going for him other than his mind, especially since his stamina is abysmal.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Adaptability[/b][/color] - [i]Colton can think fast on his feet, he likes to compare sticky situations to puzzles, if he can just line up the pieces correctly he can solve the issue. It doesn't matter what sort of puzzle he's dropped into, if there's a solution he can find it.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Innovative[/b][/color] - [i]Retired tractor parts, scrap metal, old battires, whatever he can get his hands on, Colt can transform to fit his needs. [/i]

[color=A64017][b]W E A K N E S S E S[/b][/color]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Fear[/b][/color] - [i]For as long as he can remember, fear has ruled his every waking moment. It still is there, lingering in the back of his mind like smoke caught in his lungs, rattling every breath he takes and filling his mouth with the rancid taste of bile. Recent event have made it possible for Colton to overlook most of his fears, but he knows it can't last forever.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Self-Doubt[/b][/color] - [i]Every choice he makes is laced with doubt, and those doubts are often enough to keep him up at night.[/i]
[color=9b9b9b][b]Kindness[/b][/color] - [i]Colton was raised to be kind, no matter what. His Pa has remarked that too much kindness could be his downfall.[/i]

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[color=A64017][b]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/b][/color]
[b]respectful[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] dependable [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] innovative [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] [color=807B84][b]|[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color] integrous[/b]

[color=A64017][b]H I S T O R Y[/b][/color]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7]nyctophobia;[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7]an extreme and irrational fear of darkness or night.[/color][/i][/center]
Colton was born the same day a volcano erupted on Anatahan, in the Northern Mariana Islands. He cannot dwell on what he scarce remembers, so the fact that his mother passed in childbirth has been something that has only ever sat at the back of his mind, a constant and compelling reminder that his life had started with death. He had been adopted quickly, before any of the oddities that would mark Colton as being [i]different[/i] started to fully manifest. 

He grew up on a farm, with two brothers and three sisters, a loving mom, kind dad, and Colton was...terrified. Of everything. It started off small, the inability to sleep without a nightlight filling the dark crevices of his room, the darkness outside jarring him into fits of fear that seared hand prints into the alabaster wood of his crib. His parents called a priest, but there was no demonic entities to explain the oddity of their adopted son. Colt was odd, but he was brilliantly smart, and so the strangeness was eventually pushed away. They loved their son as if they had given birth to him, they'd [i]chosen[/i] him, and so what if he ran a little warmer than their other children? Colton was theirs, and they were content. 

He, was not. His fears didn't start and end with his childhood. His fear of darkness kept him up as night, twisted his dreams into nightmares where a boogie man chased him through the slick and black streets of their town, menacing laughs echoing off the old brick roads. To Colt, fear wasn't about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened, things that might, that could, even if it seemed impossible. His fears started with the darkness, but they grew until he was scared of the bath, scared of bugs, scared of heights, scared of [i]living.[/i] 

[center][i][color=D6B6A7]phobophobia;[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7]an intense and irrational fear of experiencing fear or panic itself.[/color][/i][/center]
His parents argued when he was ten, going around and around for days. His mom wanted to take him to see a professional, his dad believed their faith would be enough to see Colton through his trials and tribulations. The rest of the family watched on, quiet and confused, until finally his mom took him and left. They were gone for three weeks, in which he saw a therapist for the first time and was able to begin giving voice to all the fears that coiled around his throat like wire, and then his dad came begging for forgiveness. They returned home, and once a week, every week, they'd take Colton together to therapy. 

His fears became more manageable as he got older, each living nightmare was still there, sticking to his skin with all the persistence of oil, but over time Colt found other things to help steady the tremble of his fingers, one of which being, as his mom called it, [i]tinkering.[/i] His brother's had laughed until he fixed the families tractor using bubble gum, and parts of a dissembled lamp. From there, Colton flourished. He was still scared more often than not, but it was like something clicked for him, and he shifted the gears of his brain from fear to focus. He'd stay up late into the night, his room overflowing with light, building little robots, drones, and a small handheld, digital music player shaped like a cube. 

Despite his father's wishes, and the the beliefs of the rest of his siblings, Colton never quite found himself following their chosen religion. He attended church on Sunday's, feeling each time as if he were having an out of body experience. He didn't understand the concept of a God who would allow so many evil and cruel things to transpire, but for him mom's sake he pretended, reading the sermons and praying at night before bed. Colton grew up in the country, where faith was unanimously revered, and he allowed the customs to be imparted onto him. He grew up to be kind, respectful of women, a perfect gentlemen, honest to a fault. He didn't play any sports, the fears outweighing the rewards, but Colt was smart enough that he didn't need a sports scholarship to attend college, his teachers had noticed his brilliance, and that had been enough for him.

[center][i][color=D6B6A7]pyrophobia;[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7]an intense and irrational fear of fire.[/color][/i][/center]
Colton doesn't remember much about the day it all fell apart, he'd come back to visit from college for the first time in close to three years, and he'd been so excited to see his family again...but there was fire licking up into the sky, fluctuating the air with it's heat. He'd stood there for a long moment, [i]terrified[/i] of the flames, of the fact that none of his family were outside, their truck was parked in it's usual spot. They were all in the house. He remembered the moment of clarity, of refusing to abandon his brothers and sisters, beneath a blue sky in the middle of the afternoon, his tragedy unfolded, and the only thought he could think in that moment was... [i]not my family.[/i]

There is a moment when a person will walk into fire, knowing full well they'll get burned, but it doesn't hurt. When you're prepared for pain, pain loses power. Only...the fire didn't even burn him. His parents bedroom was on the first floor, he got them out first, ignoring his mom when she begged him not to go back in, because how could he leave his siblings in there? The fire didn't burn, but the smoke choked him, every breath making his lungs feel raw like an open wound. It billowed down the halls as it swallowed the cries of his sisters, flames curling around their door hungrily. They'd screamed when he burst in, smoldering and choking, but Colt got them out. 

The sirens of fire trucks screamed in the distance, he couldn't see their lights from outside with the sun beating down on him, but his job wasn't done. For the first time in his life, there wasn't an ounce of fear in his heart when he charged back into the burning house. All Colton cared about was getting his brothers out, was making sure his family was safe. He didn't [i]care[/i] what happened to him, not anymore. The fire licked at his ankles, melted his boots, seared the fabric of his shirt into his skin, but it did not burn him as he took the stairs two at a time. In the end, all of his resolve meant [i]nothing.[/i] The fire got to his brothers before he could, and the Shepard family shrunk by two. 

[center][i][color=D6B6A7]There isn't a single recognized medical term or widely accepted name for the fear of being unafraid.[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7](def.) fear of the inverse of courage; a psychological state where a person is afraid of what it[/color][/i][/center]
[center][i][color=D6B6A7]might mean to be courageous or free from fear.[/color][/i][/center]
Tragedy feels a lot like a house fire. There are days were it is stifling with it's heat, where you feel as if you are suffocating with every lung full. Though, if you really wanted to, you could learn how to hold your breath as you made your way through the smoke left in its wake and you could keep going. And sometimes, sometimes, you could grow something beautiful from the ashes that were left behind. If you were lucky. Colten wasn't sure if he was lucky, it didn't feel like luck when they put two small coffins in the ground, it felt cold and cruel. 

He does not return to college. He helps his dad rebuild their home, he helps on the farm, he loses himself to the grief of loss and pretends that the shaky grasp he had on his faith his entire life hadn't slipped from his fingers at some point between the fire, and the funeral. Colton lives one day at a time, and while everyday gets a little easier, sometimes he still wakes up gasping, choking on smoke that isn't there, and seeing what fire can do. His father finds him in the shed, surrounded by blueprints of things he will never get the chance to build, his dreams for the future crumpled up in the wastebasket in the corner. He hadn't felt afraid since the fire, but old habits died hard, and light filled every crevice of the old, small barn. 

[color=E3A56F]"You'll waste all your potential here."[/color] The rich timber of an unfamiliar man's voice cut through the silence of the night, making Colt whip around with wide eyes and tensed arms. They lived, to put it eloquently, in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. The idea that a stranger would stroll up to their property was preposterous...and yet here was a man that Colton had never seen before. 

[color=A64017]"Who the hell are you?"[/color] 

The man's lips twitched with the faintest hint of a smile, as if he'd said something that was part of some inside joke. [color=E3A56F]"You're a lot like your sister."[/color] The man didn't answer his question, simply gave an idle comment that made Colt draw short, brows furrowing in confusion. [color=A64017]"How do you know my sister?"[/color] There was a tinge of protectiveness in his voice, his entire body growing tense and too warm. The man waved him off casually though, still smiling faintly. [color=E3A56F]"Your [i]actual[/i] sister."[/color] 

Time seemed to freeze like the top of a lake in winter, curling impossibly in on itself as Colt stared at this unfamiliar man...and then it all clicked, all at once. He knew he was adopted, everyone in his family had dark hair, brown eyes, and a paler parlor. Colt was the only one with blond hair, green eyes, and naturally olive toned skin. He was taller than his father, and shared no visual similarities with his mother. He knew he was different, knew he never quite fit the mold of the Shepherd family, but he hadn't ever thought he'd see himself in the face of another man. 

[color=E3A56F]"Surely you didn't think someone like [i]you[/i] could be produced by a mere farmer?"[/color] There was an indistinguishable edge of pride in the man's tone that Colton has never heard in his adopted father voice. He opened his mouth, but no words came to him, and so the man closed the distance, sliding a letter onto his workbench with a wry smile, scarred knuckles glinting in the florescent light's overhead. He looked up after reading [i]Camp Athens,[/i] but the man was gone with the same mysterious silence he'd appeared in. 

The letter was detailed, and he'd made up his mind before he'd even finished reading it. Colton couldn't go back to college, but he couldn't stay home and sit in his grief either. He left his own note for his family, and left before the night was through. He wasn't scared anymore.
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