[CHAR] Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

[SalemFlame]

Aeris - Child of Luna

_{Hunter Schafer | #D6D6E7}
"The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror." —Ani DiFranco

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_Name:

Aeris (Born Selena Hart)

_Age:

26

_Gender:

Non-Binary - AFAB (Uses They/She Pronouns)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

10 Years Service + 4 in New Rome

_{Place of Birth:}

San Francisco, United States

_{Key Relationships:}

• Gimme the tea - are they dating anyone?
• Friends?
• Enemies?
• Any siblings (mortal or demigod) that they are close with? Is there anyone that isn’t related by blood that they do consider family?
  
  This section may be completed after your character is approved. Feel free to update it periodically throughout the RP as well.

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"Don’t try, your’re never gonna win, oh underneath the starlight" — Can’t Fight the Moonlight - LeAnn Rimes

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_Appearance

• Height: 5’9”.
• Hair: Blonde, Shoulder length. Can wear in a variety of fashions, but usually just left fall naturally. Will sometimes create bun, or use hair extensions.
• Eyes: Lunar Blue
• Body Type: Tall, Angular body with a strong frame. Has broad shoulders going into an almost hourglass figure.
• Clothing Style: Aeris prefers practicality. That isn’t to say they won’t ‘dress up’ when the circumstances require it. A lot of her clothes have been made herself, and use a special thread that gets brighter and even reflective when under direct moonlight.
  
  Signature Outfit - A loose, silver-grey tunic shirt tucked into high-waisted black trousers, cinched with a simple leather belt. Over this, they wear a cropped, midnight-blue jacket with subtle lunar embroidery along the seams that only shines in the right light. Their boots are dark and scuffed from quests, but laced with pale threads that glow faintly under moonlight. Around their neck hangs a crescent-shaped pendant, and a set of thin silver bangles jingle softly at their wrist.
• Body Markings: Camp tattoo is a simple crescent moon. Doesn’t have any other tattoos or markings.

_Personality:

Aeris has a quiet sort of presence, the kind that makes people lower their voices when they step into a room. They don’t talk much, but when they do, it’s usually worth listening to. Most of the time they’re thoughtful and patient, content to sit back and watch the world around them. There’s a gentleness to them, like moonlight on still water, and people often find themselves opening up to Aeris without really knowing why. Even in New Rome, where strength and discipline are everything, they stand out not by being loud or commanding, but by making others feel grounded.

Their personality, though, seems to shift with the phases of the moon. Around the new moon they grow quieter, more withdrawn, as if they’re holding their breath and waiting for something to return. With the waxing crescent, they start to open up, finding energy and drive again. By the time of the full moon, Aeris can be sharp and restless, almost fierce, their calm giving way to a burning intensity that surprises those who think of them as only soft-spoken. It makes them unpredictable at times, but it also means they carry both sides of their godly parent’s nature within them: the light that soothes, and the light that blinds.

_History:

Born as Selena Hart, Aeris grew up in San Francisco with her mortal father after her mother, the goddess Luna, left shortly after her birth. Her father worked long hours to provide for them, leaving Selena with a lot of time on her own. She filled much of that time by experimenting with scraps of fabric, teaching herself how to sew and developing a lifelong passion for textiles. Her childhood was quiet and sometimes lonely, but her sewing gave her focus and comfort.

When Selena was twelve, her life changed dramatically. That was when monsters began to track her, forcing her father to seek help from others who understood what was happening. During that time she finally met Luna, who explained who she truly was and why she had always felt different. The meeting was brief, but it gave Selena the answers she needed before she was escorted to Camp Jupiter. There she was placed in the 4th Cohort, where she remained for her entire ten years of service. She was not the most outspoken legionnaire, but her calm and steady nature made her dependable. Her peers noticed that her moods often shifted with the phases of the moon, sometimes quiet and withdrawn near the new moon and more restless and sharp around the full moon, though most came to accept this as part of who she was.

At fourteen, Selena decided that her birth name no longer reflected the person she wanted to be. She chose the name Aeris, marking a turning point where she began to define her own path rather than feeling like the abandoned child of a goddess. She continued to serve with consistency and discipline, earning quiet respect within her cohort. Aeris never sought glory or high rank, but her reliability and precision in battle made her a valued member of the legion.

When her ten years of service were complete, Aeris chose to retire to New Rome. She opened a clothing shop called Moonwoven, turning her childhood passion into her livelihood. The shop reflects both her artistry and her divine heritage. Bolts of fabric in muted shades of silver, blue, and violet line the walls, with garments displayed on carved wooden mannequins. Lanterns fitted with glass inlays create a soft, moonlike glow across the space, while a loom and worktable sit near the back where Aeris often works in plain view of customers. The atmosphere is calm and inviting, a place where people can browse or simply sit and talk while Aeris stitches. Known for the care and precision she puts into each piece, she has built a reputation as a skilled artisan whose garments seem to catch light in a way that feels almost otherworldly.

Though her life now revolves around Moonwoven, Aeris has not completely left behind her years of service. She has made it clear to the legion that she is willing to take on missions or assignments for New Rome when needed, balancing her work as a craftsperson with her sense of duty. To many in the community, she represents both sides of a demigod’s life: a soldier who gave her years to the legion and an individual who has forged a life of her own beyond it.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Luna - Goddess of the Moon

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Aeris’ relationship with Luna is strained but still important. They met only once when Aeris was twelve, when Luna explained the truth of her parentage with a calm detachment that left as many questions as answers. While Aeris is proud of the connection to the moon and the strength it gives them, they cannot ignore the sense of abandonment that came from growing up without their mother. Changing their name from Selena to Aeris was as much an act of self-definition as it was a quiet rejection of being shaped by a goddess who was never there. Even so, Aeris cannot deny that Luna’s presence lingers in their life, woven into every phase of the moon and every shift in their own moods, a reminder that their mother’s absence does not erase her influence.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

Aeris’ powers are tied directly to the phases of the moon and the time of day. In daylight they are significantly weaker, peaking at noon when the sun is highest. At night their abilities become stable and much more reliable, with all of their powers reaching their natural peak under moonlight. During a full moon, Aeris becomes overcharged, with every ability amplified to its strongest form.

• Moonlight Weaponry - Aeris can form weapons out of solidified moonlight, usually short swords, spears, or daggers. These weapons burn monsters like celestial bronze but are unstable in daylight, flickering or breaking apart after extended use. At night they are reliable, and during a full moon they are sharper, faster, and nearly unbreakable.
• Lunar Illusions - Aeris can bend moonlight into illusions, such as phantom doubles, cloaks of shadow, or veils that obscure terrain. Illusions are faint and easy to see through in daylight, more convincing under night skies, and near flawless under a full moon.
• Silver Radiance - Aeris can channel a soft glow from their hands to soothe pain, close small wounds, or ease fatigue. In daylight it is little more than calming warmth. At night it can stabilize bleeding and accelerate recovery. Under a full moon the radiance burns brighter, making it effective against curses and corruption as well.
• Tidal Pull - Aeris has a minor influence over water, able to draw it toward them, push it away, or stir its surface. The effect is small inland, no more than what might fill a bucket or puddle. Near rivers, lakes, or the coast, the pull becomes stronger, enough to shift currents or knock enemies off balance. The power is weakest during the day and most effective under a full moon.

_Legacy:

N/A

_{Legacy Abilities:}

N/A

_Cohort:

4th Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Former Legionaire

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Because Luna left after their birth, Aeris struggles with deep insecurity about being left behind. They push people away before they can get too close, or cling too tightly to those who matter, either of which can cause relationships to fracture.

_Weapons:

They use a spear when their moonlight weapons are not powerful enough to be useful.

_{Misc Information:}

• Textile Collector: Aeris has a habit of picking up scraps of fabric wherever they go: from old legion banners to discarded ribbons, and keeps them in a chest in the back of Moonwoven. Some of these end up sewn into new garments, others they just hold onto for the memories.
• Night Owl: Even in New Rome, Aeris rarely sleeps before midnight. They often sit on the roof of their shop to watch the moon, sometimes sketching garment ideas in the moonlight.
• Soft Spot for Strays: Aeris takes in lost or injured animals when they find them. At one point, the back of Moonwoven briefly became home to three stray cats before they found proper homes.
• Unfinished Project: In the back of Moonwoven, Aeris keeps a half-finished cloak they started sewing when they were fourteen, right after changing their name. They have never completed it, saying it feels like a piece of their past they are not ready to finish yet.
• Dislikes Mirrors: Aeris avoids looking in mirrors too long, claiming they sometimes see their reflection shift; not into someone else, but into a version of themselves they don’t recognize, as if the phases of the moon are reflected back at them.

[Pumpkin Jackdaw]

Thomas 'Tommy' Harker, the Sleepless Lamb

_{Christian Hogue | Dark Lavender}
"How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams." —Bram Stoker

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_Name:

Thomas 'Tommy' Harker

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Male

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Aromantic Homosexual

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian [Cajun]

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

10 Years Service; 7 Years in New Rome

_{Place of Birth:}

Thibodaux, Louisiana

_{Key Relationships:}

Significant Other

• TBD

Friends

• TBD

Enemies

• TBD

Family

• Jasmine Harker, Daughter of Ceres, helps manage agriculture for New Rome; Rather close relationship, especially after the untimely death of his step-father.
• Howard Stoker, Mortal Step-Father, Deceased; something dark stirs here.

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"I'm a ghost in the garden, scaring the crows" — Second Chances by Gregory Alan Isakov

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_Appearance

• Height: 6'5"
• Hair: Brunette, very short on the sides and the back with a big mop of messy waves on top
• Eyes: Cloudy Blue
• Body Type:
  
  ☁︎ Due to the typical style and wear Tommy frequents, it's very easy to assume someone as relaxed and mellow to also not participate in many strenuous activities. Tommy's tall, that much is obvious, but beneath all the loose fitting clothes and the baggy pants, there's a wall of hefty muscles. In particular, when training, Tommy pays a fair bit of attention to his shoulders and primarily because he likes it when his oversized sweatshirts and hoodies fall like a big curtain over his entire torso.
• Clothing Style:
  
  ☁︎ Comfy wear chic feels like an apt term for whatever style Tommy fancies for himself. Big, oversized sweaters, hoodies, sweatshirts typically in an assortment of seasonal colors for the specific purpose of blending into his surroundings any time he lounges around the gardens and parks of New Rome. Fun tidbit: Tommy always wears holiday-themed sweatshirts on the day of each holiday. They're always different and has left a few colleagues wondering if he throws them away afterwards each year.
• Body Markings:
  
  ☁︎ Along with the ten lines of his service and his father's symbol, a poppy flower, Tommy has a tattoo of a cloud covered moon on his right shoulder blade and kudzu vine ring around his pinky finger. He has his ears pierced (lobes for both, and all along the outer edge for the left one) and a number of studs and earrings he wears everyday. Other than that, he has a few scars that aren't of very notable or memorable moments.

_Personality:

_{⟡ Lethargic ⟡ Calm ⟡ Easygoing ⟡ Attentive ⟡ Inquisitive ⟡ Resilient ⟡ Flippant ⟡ Distant ⟡ Forgetful ⟡ Cozy ⟡}

The quiet patter of raindrops on a windowpane, an undercurrent of fire crackling blending in with the soft slide of paper on paper. Everything so typical of a cozy, sleepy evening. Tommy fits the bill. An ever warm presence, content to just exist in a moment. On the verge of shutting his eyes and falling to the smooth warmth of a restful sleep. It's how Tommy approaches life, as if it is meant to be taken in, slow, lethargic, and with a meandering thought rather than the lightning urgency of real life. It's this "one glove fits all approach" that got Tommy in trouble a few times whether that be in school, with partners, or the ever present authority figures. Even in those situations, Tommy takes things in stride. Things happen and the only thing in Tommy's control are his own emotions.

Beyond that, Tommy has a myriad of interests and quirks. He's a tidy person despite everything, with a deep care for comfort and for making others feel that same comfort. In that, he's a very touchy person and will be glad to cuddle up beneath a tree with just about anyone willing, especially folks he considers friends. He has a strict boundary on what is platonic and what is not, concerned first and foremost with consent even in friendly touches. While Tommy is flippant about a lot of things, he does take boundaries incredibly seriously. Not a lot of people like being touched or don't feel comfortable with their partners being touched in certain ways. Tommy's alright with that.

In that sense, Tommy's a very reliable person to talk to. Maybe not a person you wanna ask to do or be anywhere at a certain time (he'll be late; that's a constant), but if there's anyone willing to listen, albeit half-awake, it's probably Tommy. His ramblings and musings are usually sound, if a bit on that 3 A.M. high on lack of sleep vibe side. Tommy cares in that very placid, almost lucid way where he'll lay there and offer a bite of whatever he's eating while attentively listening kind of way. It makes him very amiable and easy to talk to, easy to pour secrets too especially, knowing he's got his mouth shut and won't ever judge (outside of specific cases).

And boy does he give a mean back rub. But why wouldn't he? He's a licensed masseuse with special touch based powers.

_History:
TRIGGER WARNING FOR EMOTIONAL ABUSE AND POTENTIALLY MURDER......???????? [Denoted which bullet point has the triggers]

⟢ His mother, a tall woman with hair that fell to her knees like dark willows catching wind, told him when he was tall enough to reach her hip that his father was a busy man. That she loved him for as much as she could but love sometimes isn't enough. He asked her if his love was enough for her; she said, "Always." There aren't many universal truths, but Tommy attests to that one.
⟢ They lived in a glass home in Louisiana, somewhere in near his place of birth, but off in the wild, dampness of the land's bayou. It felt almost incomprehensible that a house like this could withstand the environment that wrapped around it. Tommy, however, felt no such fear or questioning. He was an easy child who simply smiled when his mother explained to him that their home was very special. In a very special place, given very special permissions.
⟢ He loved when the rain would wet the glass and the vines that surrounded it. He loved the damp smell of his home and the perpetual green that shone in the yellow-orange sunrise that tickled his eyelids. Of all the things that surrounded him, though, Tommy would miss the gradually shifting music of the swamp that lulled him to some of his most restful sleep.
⟢ His mother met a man, tall, lanky, with severity in every jut and edge of his face. His nose wasn't particularly long, but it looked sharp. Like it'd popped his eye whenever the man bent down too close. His teeth were a perfect shade of porcelain white that hurt to look at. He wondered why his mother would marry a man who hardly ever smiled.
⟢ They left the bayou soon after their marriage. Tommy remembered packing up that day, remembered that his mother had to carry him out. He felt tired, but not in that cozy sleepy way. Walking felt entirely too hard and his eyes burned. Whimsical glass home wrapped in ivy and nestled into the vibrant greenery warped into a stark red French Quarter home with too much concrete and metal and very little in the way of natural decor. The strip of green grass on their stoop felt manicured and synthetic and the one tall tree stood lean and gaunt before his new home. The richness of Louisiana culture never hit their home in the same way it would others, whenever Tommy would pick in through curtains or doors that burst open to a myriad of scents and noises melded together in a way that brought warmth to Tommy's bones. His door opened to the dullest of greys and a quiet that burned a hole in his ear.
⟢ Living in a glorified greenhouse, Tommy felt at peace in the darkness. With no city lights to pollute the sky or peak out through the foliage, when the clouds covered a darkened moon, Tommy could tell no difference between opened eyes and shut. Here, though, the darkness felt claustrophobic. Instead of the warm cover of night he was used to, this darkness felt like crawling through a crumbling tunnel. But he made do. If anything, Tommy was very comfortable in tight spaces; nooks and crannies he could find and cozy up in with a journal or a nice book. Back home, his mother would often find him curled up in places she'd least expect. In those spaces, it felt like the world could shed off all pretenses and share its quiet secrets. Here, it was much the same, but the secrets weren't the kindest.
⟢ [EMOTIONAL SPOUSAL ABUSE] When his mother could drop her facade, she told him why she'd married Howard. That sometimes people hide their truth because they know, deep down, how terrifying that honesty could be. Howard presented himself as a severe man, that much wasn't an issue. He was kind and had a dry humor that, above all else, made Jasmine laugh. Sometimes, that's enough to make one ignore the subtle ways someone raises the hair on the back of their neck. It made Tommy wonder at the power some people hold over others physically and supernaturally more gifted than they are. Howard tore Jasmine down piece by piece, forced her reliance on him, made sure she couldn't leave as easily as she wanted to. Tommy never knew the extent until he was older, but he heard the sharp whispers in his hiding spots, the sudden whiplash of an angry, biting, insulting man to someone apologetic with a voice that dripped with honey. Jasmine assured him, though, that he never hit her. That, somehow, Howard knew that would be a fatal mistake.
⟢ On occasion, Tommy would sometimes see a man standing across the street, lit by a lone streetlamp and staring directly into his window. He'd wave and Tommy would wave back. He noticed the man would smile, not the kind he was used to, the kind he'd see in his own reflection. This smile felt bitten back, weighed down. And when Tommy blinked, the man would sometimes disappear.
⟢ [CREEPY CHILD] A boy can only feel so powerless at the face of his own mother's misery. It's something that burns inside, simmers like a frog quietly boiling in its own pot of water, oblivious to the rise in temperature. Tommy, very gradually, stopped sleeping. He'd sit in bed for hours at a time before he quietly carried himself to his parents' bedroom. At first, it was just a few minutes, Tommy would stand by his father's side and watch him sleep. The rise and fall of his chest, the huffs of air that pushed past his nostrils, the way his face sunk into itself. Minutes became an hour, became hours. He'd stand there, sleepless, walking ever closer to the edge of the bed. Until the night just before his 10th birthday. That night he stayed standing at the foot of the bed until his mother woke.
⟢ [DEATH/POTENTIAL MURDER] Somehow Jasmine knew. There was a shadow cast upon her son's face when she caught the dim shine of his eyes—a statue in a graveyard. Some sick, twisted version a La Pietà at the foot of her bed. She didn't bother shaking the man beside her awake, even when her eyes flickered down to see his steady breaths. She knew. So she hurried to pack her things, grabbed whatever bags she could find and stuffed them full for both her and her son. They fled.
⟢ Tommy never knew the extent of her mother's strength. He remembered her digging in their garden, carrying heavy bags full of what looked like more dirt, built with her bare hands fences and posts and an entire shed. This strength, though, felt different when she wrapped her arms around him. When she hefted him up and barreled out the door and almost into the man that stood there waiting. He escorted her to a car of deep, deep black, handed her the key, and grabbed the bags to stuff inside while she buckled Tommy into the back. He remembered him holding Tommy's door open, quietly exchanging some unspoken words before he bent down to press a kiss to Tommy's forehead. That's the first time he saw the man smile without the weights at the corner of his mouth. They left him there, left that too quiet home, left the street that felt too vibrant for a man so severe, and left that same man to rot in his own dreams.
⟢ The trip to California was mostly silent. To this day, Tommy never quite knew what his mother was thinking in that moment. Sometimes he wondered if she were frightened of him, but he remembered her eyes in the rearview staring back at him. Concerned. Worried. Like what was coming was a lot worse than what happened to them here. She only ever explained the hour before they arrived in Oakland. The demigod stuff, the Romans, Jupiter, the powers, everything.
⟢ His mother never came with him through the tunnels, but he knew she'd be there after Lupa. She'd be waiting for him after that long, grueling week, biting her lip and staring at the ground. She'd confessed when he was older that she still regrets not preparing him better, but that revealing everything before his time might have made life harder for them, especially alone out there in the wilderness. He never blamed her, still doesn't.
⟢ Life as a legionnaire was, oddly enough, never quite so eventful for him. He only ever rose ranks from 4th to 3rd cohort simply because he never truly cared for the responsibilities entitled to his station. Mostly, he did what was expected of him and nothing more. Despite this, his colleagues often preferred working with him. His presence was often soothing even when he kept them from sleeping during particularly long night shifts. Maybe that was his god given abilities, or perhaps Tommy was always the soft pillow someone could rest their head on or the warm blanket shielding them from the chores and tedium of the day.
⟢ When he graduated from service in the Legion, it was a rather unceremonious thing. Tommy picked a home right next to his mother's (who lived in another glorified greenhouse on the outskirts of New Rome) and took up higher education. From there on he'd open a little shop in Ceres's Garden called 'Torpor and Trifles' that acted as a place of comfort and relaxation for veterans and legionnaires alike. He's a professional masseuse and physical therapist (the latter of which he got his degree in). The store front looks mostly like a cozy lounge and spa, while the back has a lot of physical therapy equipment and dedicated spa rooms where he provides a massages and some other fancy spa things (hot rocks and the like!)

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_{Godly Parent:}

Somnus, God of Sleep

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Aloof in nature, Somnus doesn't find himself visiting or talking much with either Jasmine nor Tommy. Still, when he does appear, often in the dead of night with but a wave or in Tommy's dreams, there's a perpetual warmth there. Tommy sometimes remembers half-awake moments in his childhood staring up at a dark figure bending low, hands curled over the messy edge of his blanket to pull it snug beneath his chin, then quietly fastening the stuffed sheep snug in the crook of Tommy's arm.

Occasionally, Tommy wishes he could know more of Somnus, both of his nature and of him as a father. However, Tommy's very content with his relationship with the god. Despite the fleeting nature of his visits, Tommy always feels a sense of peace, of acknowledgement there. Like he knows of Tommy, cares for him clearly and, honestly, that's enough.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

☁︎ Hypnokinesis - Depending on the size, strength, and will of a creature, Tommy can induce sleep. He's been shown to do so indefinitely to things and people much, much weaker than he is (like his stepfather, or a non-magical animal), however this isn't something he can do to his peers or those more powerful than he is. For those of similar strength, Tommy can induce drowsiness and lethargy, though this usually comes at the cost of his focus—in battle it's much harder to do this, but Roman training is not a thing to scoff at. On the other hand, Tommy can also keep others from falling asleep, as well with the same stipulation. For those willing, however, it becomes as easy as breathing for both keeping awake and putting to sleep. With his training in the Legion, Tommy can utilize this power in bursts for magical enemies and those similar or tougher than him: in essence, he can knock someone out for a quick second. This is more costly in relation to his energy and used too much it can and will backfire (he's put himself to sleep this way overexerting it on a nasty group of basilisks trying to eat half his questing group; despite the danger present, it looked kinda funny watching ten or so basilisks and Tommy tumbling to the ground at the same time). At max Tommy can keep someone equal to him asleep for 4 days and awake for 2 with no negative side effects; his quick burst of forced sleep is 3 seconds max.
☁︎ Dream Walking - Usually with permission, though Tommy can attempt to brute force his way into dreams (this can be stopped and the person typically knows), Tommy can exude his own dreaming consciousness into another person's dreams. It's mostly useful for messages, but sometimes he likes to hang out with people he enjoys inside their dreams. He cannot harm a person or influence them to do anything against their will in a dream. The recipient will always remember this specific dream. And yes, he has done not safe for work stuff with guys in dreams before. Everything in a dream is at the whim of dream logic, too. This also works in groups, though he's only tested it with 4 people so far. He does not know the upper limit, but suspects it's 5 or 6. When dream walking with more than 1 person, they all have to be within a mile of each other.
☁︎ Dream Medium - Being the son of a chthonic god has its perks in relation to the dead and being able to speak to dead people in his own dreams is one of them. This can work in tandem with dream walking, but he's only ever been allowed to take up to 2 others with him to 'Dead Dream Walk' so to speak in his own mind. The deceased person has to be willing, and he has to fall asleep with an item they possessed in order to invoke their spirit. Has Tommy ever done anything untoward with a ghost man before? No... well...?
☁︎ Illusions - Taking a bit of the dream world into the waking world, Tommy can form auditory and visual illusions within 50 feet of his sightline or in a 20-foot radius. The former he has to keep within his sightline, while the latter he can maintain even in his sleep. This occasionally happens without him knowing while he's sleeping, as well, usually just small things like creating a windowpane that looks into a rainy forest, echoing the dim rumble of thunder or like soft clouds that puff around him. If he's not focusing on them, they are rather easily dispelled by others, but used in combat he can distract opponents rather thoroughly. When focusing particularly hard on one illusion, Tommy can add tactile sense to it, though is unable to harm or cause pain to anyone with it (like if he were to make the illusion of a purring cat rubbing against someone's legs, they might feel the softness of its fur).
☁︎ Cozy Comforts - Tommy exudes a faint aura of comfort around him that he can intensify with focus. For people it can be rather different (at their own subconscious or conscious will), but most common is the simple soothe of a comforter fresh from the drier and the soft give of a bed one's grown accustomed to. He can amplify this to allow people the full moment of relaxation for as long as they are willing and within his vicinity (it's large enough that he can move around his business freely and still allow people inside to feel it from opposite corners).
☁︎ Cloud Touch - Honestly, this is probably what makes him an absolutely amazing masseuse. Tommy can instill the feel of comfort through touch, causing muscles and joints to relax. He has had trouble with people who have somewhat addictive personalities because it works as an intensely good pain reliever. He uses it to aid in physical therapy to dull the pain and allow folks recover from especially nasty wounds they've had treated and healed. He's noticed that sometimes even fully, magically healed wounds can still produce physical responses that impede in a person's ability to move. This helps soothe that.
☁︎ Umbrakinesis [Minor] - Manipulation of darkness but to a much lesser degree than other chthonic children. Tommy's is more about visibility than it is using darkness and shadow in tangible ways. He can bend the dark a bit to help conceal people, especially at night. Less effective during the day, at least outdoors. As an extra of this ability, Tommy has incredible night vision.

_Legacy:

Ceres, Goddess of agriculture, fertility, grains, and motherhood

_{Legacy Abilities:}

☁︎ Floral Genesis[Limited] - The sudden creation of flowers, however Tommy can only ever create a field of poppies. It's a small plot that can only be made in proper ground and it's not that useful, but it's neat at least. Being that this flower is a symbol for his father, the poppies that Tommy creates and the seeds they produce don't come with the awful side effect of opioid overdose. The seeds themselves can't germinate, however, and therefore are only recreated through Tommy's power. Sometimes this occurs if he falls asleep on a patch of ground.
☁︎ Plant Identification - One of the many things Tommy adored doign with his mother at a young age was learning what plants were, their properties, and what they were used for. As he grew older, however, touch became all he needed to know most information behind a plant (mainly their properties, how they affected other living things, and the genus). It's great for aiding someone who might need to know what something could be useful for, but that was more so when he was in the Legion. Now, it's just a neat trick.
☁︎ Seasonal Resilience - A big reason why Tommy's typically able to wear sweaters and heavy layers in the summertime mainly has to do with this ability. It's like the opposite of Seasonal Affective Disorder. He always seems incredibly comfortable no matter what season it is. He could go out in shorts during the winter, if he wanted to, which he doesn't, but still.
☁︎ Fertility Boost - Yeah, that's about right. It works on both plants and people through touch. For people, it has to be a consensual thing. Tommy finds it very nice to help couples who've had difficulty conceiving, especially if they're unable to see anyone else at the time for assistance. Fun Fact: one person commissioned him around Tommy's first year in New Rome to help him win a giant plant competition. Tommy didn't know it wasn't for personal reasons (sometimes people just want big watermelons. Watermelons are great, so how could he blame the dude?) and the guy got banned from ever competing in any agricultural contest ever again.

_Cohort:

Former 4th and 3rd

_{Position in the Legion:}

Veteran Legionnaire

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Too Little, Too Late

Some people have a very bad sense of timing. Tommy's got this particular issue of not considering how truly serious something is until it's quite literally too late to make a difference. Sometimes, these situations are very much out of his control and have nothing to do with him (he feels guilty for not helping his mother sooner when he was just a child and couldn't have done anything outside of what actually happened, which he had no control over). And sometimes, it really is within his control, but he rose to the occasion too late for it to many anymore. Timing is everything and Tommy doesn't quite have the best grasp of that concept yet.

_Weapons:

☁︎ Quietus - A composite bow made of oak with decorative mistletoe. The arrow tips are Stygian Iron that are barbed. The wood of the bow is enchanted by his mother to repair itself if somehow broken. Quietus is disguised as a bracelet around his wrist, half of it is a metal band and the other is leather where it's tied together.
☁︎ Placidus - A gladius made of stygian iron that can be retracted into a keychain that looks like a sheep sleeping in a squishy looking cloud.

_{Misc Information:}

Misc

☁︎ Has a very smooth voice, deep like wood rumbling in a fire pit. It has a lazy slur, not like a drunken man, but of a cello rolling through notes in a melancholy song.
☁︎ Tommy does not smell like a swamp despite loving them, but he does have a very airy floral scent with this undertone that smells the way honey might taste.
☁︎ Because he lives next to his mother, Tommy often adopts any of the plants she doesn't sell. He has a mean green thumb and plants seem to like him well enough, so none have died on his watch! Which also means his home is very, very crowded and incredibly green. But in a cozy way where it's surrounded by nature, but in an indoorsy way.
☁︎ Tommy, due to his lethargic nature, is by proxy a cat person, though he adores dogs just as much. He just feels like he can't really give them the energy they need. Thus, he has two cats: a pure black cat with orange eyes named Otium (also called Otis) and an orange tabby named Foolish.
☁︎ Tommy is not a vegetarian in practice and can and will eat meat, but he mostly does eat plant-based foods. A product of living with a mother who could easy grow food they needed. He will never say no to a good ass charcuterie board and will eat vacuum swallow prosciutto.
☁︎ Tommy has a wonderful relationship with his mom and often visits her everyday to chat, have tea, and lounge around. He will very often take naps on her couch because it is the softest, most divine piece of furniture on this planet.
☁︎ Tommy can dance but he doesn't do so often because he'd rather be laying down.
☁︎ While one would think that he can fall asleep anywhere, one would be absolutely correct, but he does prefer either napping in nature or napping in a cozy nook, especially while reading a book.
☁︎ He does look well rested, but always still somehow on the verge of falling asleep even if he can use his powers to stay awake without any adverse side effects for days at a time.
☁︎ While he does listen to music, Tommy prefers using his auditory hallucinations to mimic the sound of rain to give his sleep the maximum coziness value.
☁︎ No one ever sees him train and he always wears really loose fitting clothes, but is somehow still incredibly fit (he does find time to train and exercise regularly though, yes, he just does so alone). People who have never seen him shirtless do often think he's stick thin, though, especially with his height.
☁︎ Will 100% act like he doesn't know how to do certain things just so people do it for him.
☁︎ Cannot play the guitar, but people keep assuming he can. He'll act like he's about to play a song, but then get "distracted" rather than admit he can't. Not for any prideful reasons, but just cause it's fun to fuck with people sometimes.
☁︎ Wildflower and Barley by Hozier
☁︎ The Moon
☁︎ Hermes (as a kid), Hecate (as an adult)

[Moon Child]

Noah Hayes: Daughter of Vulcan | Legacy of Minerva

_{Sophie Turner | FF6347}
"I am not an angel, and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself." —Charlotte Bronte

_Name:

Noah Jean Hayes

_Age:

23 | December 13 | Sagittarius

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

10 Years of Hell // 3 Years

_{Place of Birth:}

Bellingham, Washington, USA

_{Key Relationships:}

• Romance- TBD BUT PLS GIVE ME SOME
• Friends- Derex Steiner, Luka, TBD
• Enemies- TBD
• Family- Noella Hayes (mother) | Ashton White (older half-brother)

"Hey, hey, hey
Since I'm gonna go to hell anyway
I'll go out with a bang, bang, bang
Crashing, burning all away

I do what the good girls don't
I do what the good girls don't
I do what the good girls should never ever, never ever do"
— Good Girls - Elle King

_Appearance
🔥 Hair: Transitions between her natural red and icy blonde | Straight | Usually worn down in all of its silky glory.
🔥 Eyes: Blue-Green
🔥 Height: 5’9”
🔥 Body Type: Tall, Slender & Willowy
🔥 Clothing Style: Grunge & Alternative, Heavily 2000’s Inspired|| T-Shirts of favorite bands, shows and movies | Denim Jeans and Shorts | Button-Down Flannels | Doc Martens | Converse | Vans | Leather Jackets | Windbreakers | Sunglasses | Beanies
🔥 Makeup Wise: Winged Liner, Mascara and Cherry Chapstick
🔥 Body Markings:

🔥 Tattoos: The standard Camp Jupiter brand with 10 stripes and Vulcan’s hammer | Behind Left Ear | Left Side Arm | Right Front Thigh | Right Side Ribcage | Left Wrist | Assortment of smaller tattoos in different places around her body.
🔥 Piercings: Both Ears | Septum and Nose Ring

_Personality:

🔥 Rebellious 🔥 Free-Spirited 🔥 Carefree 🔥 Extroverted 🔥 Loyal 🔥 Passionate 🔥 Approachable 🔥 Protective 🔥 Observant🔥 Trustworthy 🔥 Adventurous 🔥 Thrill-Seeking 🔥 Lazy 🔥 Impulsive 🔥 Combative 🔥 Irresponsible 🔥 Immature 🔥

Noah Hayes is the girl your parents tell you to keep at arm’s length because she’s a ‘bad influence’, and it may seem that way upon first impressions. Her extroverted demeanor, impulsive attitude, inability to take things seriously and fearless way in which she will stand up against anyone or anything for her loved ones and her beliefs can be off-putting to some. Yet those who get to know her on a personal level will swear to Noah being an incredibly supporting person, loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and just someone you can trust with your life who you can be sure will have your back. Do you need someone to listen to you? She’ll be there. Do you need unfiltered, honest advice? She’ll give it to you with your best interests at heart. Do you need someone to convince you to buy that expensive item you’ve been eyeing for months or go out tonight? She’s got you. Do you need a wingwoman for a night out, a cheerleader and/or someone to fight with you because someone did you wrong? She’s your girl.

Cross her, though? You’d best sleep with one eye open. She believes in getting mad and getting even.

_History:

Once upon a time, Noella Hayes was a University of Washington grad student in the field of Archeology. In order to meet the requirements to earn their master’s degree, students had to participate in a semester-long exchange program in an Ancient City of their choosing. Noella, who had pursued her field of study after obsessing over the Roman Empire since her childhood, jumped at the opportunity to go to Rome. Tears of excitement ran down her cheeks at every monument she stepped foot in: proof of Noella’s joy at achieving her lifelong dream. ‘I wish I could just stay here forever…’ was the one thought playing over and over in her head in a loop. She knew she would have to return home to Bellingham once she graduated, but constantly prayed to be given a reason to tie herself down to Rome forever.

And when she least expected it, her prayers were answered.

While exploring the city one afternoon, Noella came across La Forgiatura Divina: a store that claimed to sell antiques and custom-made metal pieces. Interest piqued, the young woman stepped in and looked around. She marveled at the pieces on display, audibly complimenting the beautiful craftsmanship, unique artistry and careful level of detail in each one. The store owner, intrigued and elated by the feminine voice offering such praise, stepped outside of the workshop he often hid in. Brown eyes met green across the room, seemingly bringing the world around them to a screeching halt… The spark was instant.

It wasn’t long before that initial spark turned into a full-fledged forest fire. Merely a week after that first meeting the man Noella came to know as Ignazio Ferraro, the two were fanning the flames of passion in between the sheets of his bed. From that point on, she split her time between her grad school research and exploring the city _{and every corner of his place} with her lover. Their torrid affair lasted the entirety of Noella’s five months in Rome, culminating with one last scorching night together before her return to Washington.

Two months after her return home, Noella found out she was pregnant. Having a child at this point in her life wasn’t what she had planned, but she was ecstatic at having a living reminder of Ignazio and her beloved Rome. The surprises wouldn’t stop there. From the day of her arrival that 13th day of December twenty-three years ago, Noella’s child had been going against any expectations set to her by others. When the Hayes family had expected a boy, they were surprised at birth with the news that their newest family member was an infant girl. When they had expected a soft-spoken, gentle, cuddly little girl, they got a loud, adventurous, thrill-seeking wild child that made them all amused and roar with laughter, but who also pushed the boundaries and tested everyone’s patience with her pranks and antics. And when Noella expected a fully human child, she was floored to discover on Noah’s tenth birthday that she’d birthed a child of the Roman god of fire and forge himself.

The news of Noah’s godly parentage were revealed during the Hayes girls’ annual trip to Rome to visit Ignazio. It was then when he confessed his true identity, and informed both women that Noah was expected at Camp Jupiter for her mandatory decade of service to the Legion. As expected, Noella and Noah were united in their outrage against Vulcan at both being kept in the dark about his true identity and how he expected his daughter to just up and leave everything she’d ever known to attend some camp they knew nothing about. The Hayes girls stomped, yelled and protested, never shy to express their blistering displeasure. But in the end, it was for naught. Noah’s attendance to Camp Jupiter was not only mandatory, Vulcan said, but crucial to her survival and life preservation. If she didn’t go, there was a high chance that she wouldn't make it to adulthood-- a thought that neither woman could bear to entertain. So after returning home and saying their tearful goodbyes, the mother and daughter duo physically parted ways. They would never lose contact with one another, but wouldn’t see each other again for many years.

On the recommendation of Vulcan, Noah was assigned to the Fourth Cohort upon her arrival to Camp Jupiter. Her Roman lineage and legacy alone would’ve likely placed her higher, but there were concerns about her lack of motivation. These concerns were proven to be well-founded. Noah was, for lack of a better word, lazy: barely skirting by doing the bare minimum and never offering to do anything beyond what was asked of her. Her centurions were losing patience fast, frustrated at her disinterested, blasé attitude… Until they discovered the girl’s passion and unmatched talent in blacksmithing. From that point on, a silent, unacknowledged agreement was made: Noah was assigned smithing duty and only saw active duty when it was strictly necessary, thus bringing pride instead of shame to her cohort and its members. Her carefully crafted weapons, armors and shields soon became the envy of camp, and offers to move up to other cohorts soon followed. Noah, knowing full well this would mean an increase in responsibilities and expectations, politely refused every single one. She remained a loyal and integral part of the Fourth until her highly anticipated release from duties ten years later at age 20.

Upon culminating her mandatory service, Noah settled in a tiny house in the outskirts of New Rome and opened Hayes Smithing in downtown: a store where she repairs and sells custom, personalized and handmade metal pieces like weapons, armor and (her personal favorite) jewelry. Business is great and life after the legion is going even better.

_{Godly Parent:}

Vulcan: God of Fire and the Forge

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Noah would say she has a good relationship with her father. Initially, she saw him about as often as a kid with split parents who live oceans away from each other do, but that increased after she moved to camp. They may not be the type to get vulnerable and talk about deep thoughts or feelings, but their shared love for blacksmithing has certainly brought them closer. He has taught her many things throughout the years and helped make her the sought-after artisan she is today.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Fire & Heat Immunity and Sensing- As most children of fire gods, Noah can sense and is completely immune to any amount of fire and heat.
• Metal Manipulation- Noah can shape and manipulate any kind of metal.
• Armoring Mastery- Noah is able to easily design, create, and/or repair armor.
• Bladesmithing Mastery- Noah is a master at making knives, swords, daggers, and other bladed weaponry. She can create blades, maintain them, repair them, or make them stronger.
• Jewelcrafting Mastery- Noah is also a master at designing and creating jewelry, making each unique piece with not only perfect skill, technique and timing, but with a great level of detail and artistry.
• Metallurgy Mastery- With the years, Noah has become a master of the field of metallurgy. This means she examines the performance of metals and can determine which ones can be put to which uses.
• Proficient Combatant- Noah can, at the very minimum, successfully defend herself in case of physical fights without having to resort to the use of her powers.
• Hammer & Axe Mastery- Whenever necessary, Noah excels in fighting with a hammer and an axe.
• Explosion Inducement (Limited)- Noah can cause instant, medium-level explosions into flames of inanimate objects within her targeted eyesight with the snap of her fingers. She can cause a cluster of smaller items to explode at once, but in the case of larger items such as bridges, vehicles, buildings, boats, etc, she is limited to only one item per explosion.

_Legacy:

Minerva: Goddess of Warfare & Sponsor Of The Arts, Trade and Strategy.

_{Legacy Abilities:}

• Musical Aptitude (Limited)- Noah can pick up on how to play songs on her guitar by ear, and can carry a beautiful tone when singing.
• Shield & Spear Proficiency- Noah is proficient at wielding shields and spears.
• Superb Memorization- Noah has an excellent memory, and can never forget what she hears.
• Artisan & Craftsmanship Mastery- Thanks to Vulcan’s genes and enhanced by Minerva’s legacy, Noah can flawlessly and rapidly craft items that may be functional or strictly decorative, including weapons, armor, jewelry and household items with perfect skill, technique and timing. During her time in the legion, Noah’s work was mostly craftsmanship: meaning she replicated specific types of functional and utilitarian objects to the technical and material specifications given. As she grew older, her work became artisanal-- meaning that while she repeated some of the items made, they were all unique in their own way: ideated and designed by her creative inspiration and adding beauty to the pieces by doing things like painting, sketching, or engraving them.
• Adept Strategic Skill- While Noah is uninterested in and stays away from participating in active combat, she possesses great observation skills that make for an adept tactician that offers helpful, excellent strategic ideas when prompted or needed-- one of the very few reasons she didn’t get booted down to the Fifth Cohort.

_Cohort:

Fourth Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Retired as soon as she completed her mandatory years of service. She’d rather drown in the lake than volunteer to do that shit ever again.

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Laziness

_Weapons:

• An Imperian Gold axe and electric guitar disguised as a charms in a bracelet from Vulcan.
• A beautiful and practical armor and shield set minus the wings obvs from Minerva.

_{Misc Information:}

• Is an 80's and 90’s rock music and movie girlie at heart.
• Drives an orange custom Harley Davidson Fat Boy.
• Her favorite color is orange (obvs).
• Her favorite movies are IT, both the 1991 version and the 2017 and 2019 ones.
• Offers free admission concerts in her shower that can range from twenty minutes to an hour.
• Stranger Things is her favorite show of all time (#I🧡EddieMunson, RIP), with DARK being a close second.
• Indulges in Mary Jane consumption pretty frequently to ‘get inspired’.
• Is rarely seen without her orange vape mod, and is often surrounded in a cloud of cherry-scented smoke.
• Can be found playing pool, devouring some lemon pepper wings, downing pints of beer at a pub in her free time.
• Will absolutely never miss karaoke night.
• Has a workshop/studio space set up in a shed-like building in her backyard.
• The Noah Playlist
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[Sadie]

Marlowe Kali Aston, Chaos Gremlin

_{Selena Gomez | Silver}
"Enough talking! Time for some screaming." —Eris; Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

_Name:

Marlowe Kali Aston

_Age:

22 🦇 October 31 🦇 Scorpio

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Pansexual

_Ethnicity:

Mexican-Italian

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

Since the age of 12. Is in her last year of her ten year mandatory service at Camp Jupiter.

_{Place of Birth:}

The Underworld

_{Key Relationships:}

• Significant Other-
• Friends- Nikolas Burnett
• Enemies-
• Siblings-
• Crush- Cassian Morgan

"Don’t fuck with my freedom
I came up to get me some
I’m nasty, I’m evil
Must be something in the water
Or that I’m my mother’s daughter" — Mother’s Daughter- Miley Cyrus

_Appearance

• Height: 5’5
• Hair: Dark brown and wavy, ending just below her chest.
• Eyes: Deep brown
• Body Type: Curvy, hourglass.
• Clothing Style:
  
  • Example 1
  • Example 2
  • Example 3
• Body Markings:
  
  • SPQR tattoo with a golden apple, and 9 years of service
  • Left waist/hip/thigh
  • Chest
  • Back
  • Right thigh
  • Underboob

_Personality:

Confident 🦇 Possessive 🦇 Loyal 🦇 Sarcastic 🦇 Reliable 🦇 Manipulative 🦇 Honest 🦇 Bossy 🦇 Independent 🦇 Selective

_History:

Born in the shadowy depths of the Underworld, Marlowe Kali Aston entered the world amid whispers of discord and turmoil. As the daughter of Discordia, goddess of strife and chaos, and a mortal tied to the secretive legacy of Trivia, Marlowe’s life was destined to be anything but peaceful. From her earliest days, she was surrounded by the eerie silence of the Underworld’s darkest corners, a place where souls wandered lost, and the air was thick with forgotten secrets.

Her childhood was marked by loneliness and mistrust. Her mother’s chaotic nature meant love was unpredictable, often laced with cruelty and manipulation. Marlowe grew up knowing that peace was a fragile illusion, and that chaos was the only constant she could rely on. The legacy of Trivia, the goddess of crossroads and puzzles, imbued Marlowe with a sharp mind and a knack for navigating confusion — but also trapped her in an endless maze of doubt and suspicion.

At age 12, a betrayal shattered her already fragile trust. A close friend—one of the few who had dared to see past her bitterness—was sacrificed in a deadly game between rival factions in the Underworld. The event burned deep wounds in Marlowe’s heart, fueling her bitterness and disdain for trust and loyalty. She vowed never to be vulnerable again, embracing chaos as both armor and weapon.

Her role as a messenger for Camp Jupiter came as a bittersweet escape. Though surrounded by others, Marlowe remained an outsider, mistrusting bonds and relationships, always lurking in the shadows of fear and spite. She found solace in everything dark and spooky—haunted woods, ghost stories, and ancient curses—feeling a kinship with the shadows that mirrored her soul.

Yet, beneath the bitterness and spite, there is a flicker of something else—a longing for order and meaning in a chaotic world, a secret hope that someday she might find peace beyond the strife her mother embodies. Until then, Marlowe Kali Aston dances on the knife-edge of chaos, a fierce, dark spirit who loves destruction almost as much as she fears being broken.
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_{Godly Parent:}

Discordia

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Surprisingly, Marlowe has a very close relationship to Discordia, but they mostly just feed off of each other’s chaos. She prides herself in being the daughter of chaos itself, and does everything in her power to strive to make her mother proud.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Emotional Manipulation- Can sense when people have negative feelings towards each other, and uses those feelings against each other to cause them to fight. Can also induce and stir the flame of anger within a person.
• Knifemanship- Has mastery knife skills, and inherited assassin-level training with a blade. Can create blades out of shadows if without her signature weapons.
• Umbrakinesis- Can pull at the shadows in a room, making the entire room darker. She can only hold the darkness for thirty minutes at a time. Her nose starts to bleed when she gets close to passing out.
• Animal Communication- Can speak with snakes and bats, and can bid them to her will.
• Shadow Manipulation- Has the ability to manifest bat wings out of darkness for flight. Also can travel through the shadows up to five miles if she senses chaotic energy present.
• Polyglot- Speaks multiple dead or forbidden languages, eg languages only spoken by spirits, demons, or gods of death. Ancient Sumerian incantations, 'language of Hades', Enochian, tongues, occult grimoires.
• Words of Discord- When she whispers in someone’s ear, she can plant doubts, fears, or secrets.
• Chaotic Immunity- Resistant to charms and illusions- her mind is already chaos.
• Reality Fracture- Causes temporary breaks in logic (fire burns cold, shadows drip upwards

_Legacy:

Trivia

_{Legacy Abilities:}

• Night Empowerment- Her abilities are enhanced at night, especially when under a full moon.
• Necromancy- Can control the dead, but only skeletal remains, and only a handful at a time for up to ten minutes.
• Ghost Speak- Has the ability to communicate with spirits, but can only hear them.

_Cohort:

First.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Messenger

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Impulsiveness. With the chaotic energy inside her dominating most of her actions, she tends to act rashly and doesn’t think before acting out.

_Weapons:

• Bracelet she wears on her left wrist turns into her Imperial Gold Pugio, Shiva
• The ‘M’ ring on her index finger turns into her Gladius, Ghost.
• Has a dagger named Ruin, forged by Underworld obsidian, hidden within her mother’s golden apple necklace.

_{Misc Information:}

• A pet Bat named Pip.
• A pet Malayan Coral Snake named Apep. Extremely venomous, whose venom causes paralysis and uncontrollable spasms in its victims. Marlowe coats her blades with her venom.
• Speaks English, Latin, Spanish, and Italian
• Has a pretty decent alto singing voice.
• Has ADHD and is constantly being distracted, especially when it comes to animals or spooky things.
• She always wears a symbol of her mother’s golden apple around her neck.
• Favorite flower is the Queen of Night Tulip
• Has an extraordinary soft side that only her favorite person gets to see.
• Known to vanish mid-conversation into the shadows when she is bored.
• Ordinary- Alex Warren
• High Priestess
• Luna

[Sadie]

Delaney Jade Barlowe, resident party girl

_{Jennifer Lawrence | Teal}
"I’m trashy and out of control. It’s what I do." —Delphine; Creature Court.

_Name:

Delaney Jade Barlowe

_Age:

24 ❁ August 1 ❁ Leo

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Pansexual

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

At Camp Jupiter since 10, now New Rome for 4.

_{Place of Birth:}

Los Angeles, California

_{Key Relationships:}

• Significant Other-
• Friends-
• Enemies-
• Siblings-
• Crush-

"Just grab a bottle
Some boys and let’s take it
Back to my basement
And get sleazy" — Sleazy- Kesha

_Appearance

• Height: 5’7
• Hair: Blonde, wavy. Past her shoulders.
• Eyes: Blue-green
• Body Type: Slim and curvy in all the right places.
• Clothing Style:
  
  • Example 1
  • Example 2
  • Example 3
• Body Markings:
  
  • SPQR tattoo with 10 years of service wrapped in vines for Bacchus
  • Nipple piercings
  • Both ear lobes pierced

_Personality:

Charismatic Chaos: Magnetic in crowds, Delaney thrives in parties, protests, and anywhere tension simmers. She’s the spark that turns gatherings into legends.

Rebellious Spirit: Fiercely independent, she rejects rigid systems and rules. Authority irritates her unless she chooses to follow it.

Dual Nature: Inherited from Bacchus and Bellona — she’s equally at home in a drunken haze as she is in the heat of battle.

Blunt & Bold: Says what she thinks, even when it cuts deep. Her honesty can inspire or wound in equal measure.

Restless: Boredom is her enemy. She constantly seeks stimulation — whether in nightlife, combat training, or risky thrills.

_History:

Delaney was born into the chaos of Los Angeles nightlife. Her mother, a free-spirited woman with roots in an old Roman bloodline, raised her among neon lights, music, and a constant haze of cigarettes and laughter. Strange things always happened around Delaney — bar fights escalated, wild parties ended in wreckage, and she seemed to draw both joy and destruction in equal measure.

At age 10, she was claimed by Bacchus after a near-fatal incident at a street festival, where her sudden outburst of divine energy caused drunken revelers to riot. Camp Jupiter scouts found her soon after and brought her to New Rome.

There, Delaney trained as a Legionnaire, balancing her father’s chaotic influence with the discipline of her war-goddess ancestor. She served with distinction through her teen years, though her rebellious streak often clashed with authority. By 20, she left the Legion behind, unwilling to be bound by rules. Now she drifts between New Rome and the mortal world, a living contradiction: soldier at heart, hedonist by nature.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Bacchus

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Girl has never met the man, nor does she particularly want to. Though, she wouldn’t mind sharing a drink or two with him sometime.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Riotkind Influence- Can intoxicate or embolden crowds, pushing them toward revelry, violence, or chaos with her presence.
• Drunken Resilience- Alcohol and substances barely hinder her, instead sharpening her divine connection, making her unpredictable in fights.
• Minor Illusions- Can create small sensory hallucinations, often tied to wine, smoke, or music.
• Madness Touch- With prolonged eye contact or physical touch, she can spark visions or waves of irrational behavior- paranoia, uncontrollable laughter, or wild fear.
• Winecraft- Can conjure small amounts of wine from nothing, ferment spoiled liquids into drinkable ones, or intoxicate someone with just a taste.
• Reveler’s Regeneration- Her body recovers faster when surrounded by chaos, noise, or intoxication (battles, parties, riots).
• Endless Stamina- Whether in battle or at a party, she rarely tires before everyone else has burned out.

_Legacy:

Bellona

_{Legacy Abilities:}

• War Cry- She can unleash a yell infused with divine resonance that boosts allies’ courage and weakens enemies’ morales
• Weapon Affinity- She can pick up almost any weapon and wield it effectively after only moments of handling.
• Strategic Instincts- Despite her wildness, she has sharp tactical insight. In moments of crisis, her blood gives her clarity- she knows exactly where to strike and when.

_Cohort:

Former member of the second.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Veteran. Ran as soon as she possibly could and never looked back.

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Recklessness.

_Weapons:

• A gladius named Vino that is disguised as an anklet around her right ankle.
• An enchanted bronze flask that never runs dry. Its contents shift depending on her needs: water for survival, wine for revelry, or a bitter-tasting draught that sharpens her focus in battle.

_{Misc Information:}

• Pet Lynx named Dion gifted by dear old dad. Used as both a scout and a guard, fiercely protective of Delaney.
• Never seen without a drink in her hand, or a joint in her pocket.
• Always carries a lighter, even when she’s not smoking- she likes watching the flame dance.
• Twirls her flask in her hands like a coin when nervous or plotting.
• Hums Roman marching songs while drinking- half nostalgia, half mockery.
• Keeps dice and playing cards in her pockets- loves gambling, especially when she cheats with minor illusions.
• She can be self-destructive. She drinks, smokes, and parties to excess, even when it sabotages her missions.
• Skilled with both swordplay and hand-to-hand combat, blending wild unpredictability with disciplined strikes.
• Ordinary- Alex Warren
• High Priestess
• Luna

[xAlter]

Love Can Be So Cold

Alexander “Alex” Rhea

_{Camden Sutkowski | #FFD1DC}
"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes." —Alexandre Dumas

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_Name:

Alexander “Alex” Rhea

_Age:

23

_Gender:

Male

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Demisexual Bixesual

_Ethnicity:

German - American

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

9 years Legionaire

_{Place of Birth:}

Berlin, Germnay

_{Key Relationships:}

• Significant Other:
• Friends:
• Enemies:
  
  Venus: Divine Mother. Hates her.
• Siblings:
  
  Eden Ashford: Half-sister. Dislikes her.

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"I know they don't like me that much / Guess that I don't dress how they want / I just wanna be myself, I can't be someone else / Try to colour inside their lines / Try to live a life by design / I just wanna be myself, I can't be someone else" — Stand Out Fit In - ONE OK ROCK

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_Appearance

• Height: 6 feet, 1 inch.
• Hair: Short length, slightly wavy black
• Eyes: Green
• Body Type: Lean and Slender
• Clothing Style: Alex’s casual wear is marked by a necessity to adhere to fashionable yet casual looks. This includes blazers, lightweight jackets, slim fit jeans and chinos, and henleys and oxford shirts. The color palette is usually pastels or earthy tones.
• Body Markings:
  • SPQR tattoo with 9 service lines and the symbol of Venus.
  • Minimalist dice tattoo on his left wrist
  • Phoenix tattoo on his back right shoulder
  • Wolf tattoo on his left bicep
  • Koi fish on his left forearm
  • Kitsune on his right forearm

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_Personality:

On the surface, Alexander is surprisingly laid-back and optimistic. He is quick with a smile and a sarcastic joke, often found lounging in the sun or casually sparring with a grin on his face. This laid-back demeanor is his chosen armor, a carefully constructed persona designed to disarm others and defy the expectation that a son of Venus should be dramatic or emotionally overwrought. His presence can be disarming and pleasant, leading many to initially misjudge the fierce determination simmering just beneath.

Beneath his relaxed surface, Alexander is intensely observant and contemplative. He intuitively understands people's motivations, fears, and emotional states, but he uses this insight for tactical purposes rather than for charm or diplomacy. He'll state a harsh reality with the same casual tone he uses for a joke, not out of cruelty, but because he believes in clarity. This thoughtful side of him is private, and it's where he grapples with his insecurities and plans his next move to build the legacy he craves.

To combat the stereotypes of his lineage, Alexander has cultivated a personality shield of blunt honesty and cutting sarcasm. He refuses to engage in the flattery or subtle manipulation associated with children of Venus. Instead, he speaks his mind with a directness that can be either refreshing or abrasive. He refuses to sugarcoat the truth, believing flattery and gentle words are a form of manipulation he despises. If he thinks a plan is foolish, he will say so without hesitation.

Sarcasm is his preferred weapon in social situations, allowing him to deflect unwanted compliments about his appearance or express his disdain for his heritage with a sharp, witty remark. This verbal armor serves to keep others at a distance, ensuring no one mistakes his inherent charisma for calculated deceit and no one gets close enough to see the anxious insecurity fueling his arrogant confidence.

_History:

Alexander was born in Berlin, Germany, to his mortal father, a quiet scholar of northern mythologies. His first six years were deceptively normal, spent in a bustling city far removed from the worlds of gods and monsters. He remembers little of this time beyond the faint impressions of crowded streets and the feeling of being an observer in a world that didn't quite fit. The true start of his life, as he sees it, began when his father abruptly moved them from their comfortable urban apartment to a remote cabin in the vast, unforgiving wilderness of Alaska. The transition was jarring, trading concrete and culture for snow, silence, and survival.

The reason for their sudden relocation became clear on Alexander's eighth birthday. In the stark light of the Alaskan sun, his father sat him down and explained the truth of their lineage. His father was a son of Skadi, the Norse goddess of archery, hunting, winter, and mountains. This made Alexander the grandson of a fierce and independent deity, a heritage he could feel in the crisp, cold air and the rugged landscape that was now his home.

But that was only half the story. His father then revealed the identity of Alexander's absent mother, Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty. The revelation was a confusing, discordant note in the symphony of his newfound identity. He was the descendant of a fierce Norse huntress and a Roman goddess of charm. On that same day, as if to claim her grandson, a vision of Skadi came to him. She did not speak, but left him with a gift: a pair of perfectly balanced, exquisitely crafted hunting knives. One blade seemed to radiate a faint warmth, which he named Sumarr (Summer). The other was cold to the touch, which he named Vetr (Winter). They felt like a part of him, a tangible link to the strong, wild heritage he immediately embraced.

From that day forward, his father’s quiet, scholarly demeanor vanished, replaced by the discipline of a harsh, but dedicated mentor. For the next six years, Alexander’s life was training. He was taught to track prey across miles of snow, to move silently through dense forests, to survive in sub-zero temperatures, and to fight with the twin knives Skadi had gifted him. His father drilled into him the values of self-reliance, strength, and endurance. In this brutal and honest world of survival, there was no room for charm or diplomacy. Alexander thrived, and the resentment for his other, "softer" half began to fester. He saw his connection to Venus as a stain on the honorable warrior's path he walked with his father and grandmother. He saw it as a curse from the mother he never knew.

When Alexander turned fourteen, his father decided his training in the wild was complete; he needed to learn to fight as part of a unit. His father had maintained a friendship with a former Centurion of Camp Jupiter's First Cohort, a man who had retired to the north seeking peace. A letter of recommendation was written, and Alexander was sent south to join the Twelfth Legion Fulminata. Armed with his knives and a deep-seated contempt for his Roman heritage, he arrived at the gates of Camp Jupiter, a solitary hunter thrust into a world of rigid discipline and teamwork.

He was initially placed into the Second Cohort, a respectable but not elite placement. This only fueled his ambition. He saw it as another slight, another assumption based on his lineage. He poured all of his energy into proving his worth, his Alaskan training making him an exceptional scout and a ferocious close-quarters combatant. His blunt honesty and sarcastic wit didn't win him many friends, but his skill and sheer determination earned him respect. Through acts of bravery on quests and unmatched excellence in war games, he quickly distinguished himself. Before his second year was over, he had earned a rare promotion to the prestigious First Cohort on merit alone, a significant victory in his personal war against the destiny he believed his mother represented.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Venus, Goddess of Love, Beauty, Vegetation, Fertility, and Prosperity

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

To Alexander, Venus represents everything he considers wrong with himself. He sees her domain over love, beauty, and desire as frivolous compared to the raw power of war, the sky, or the sea. He believes his connection to her automatically marks him as soft, vain, and manipulative in the eyes of other demigods. Whenever someone mentions his mother or his resemblance to her, he reacts with contempt or disdain. He feels that her legacy robs him of the chance to earn respect through his own merits, forcing him to constantly fight against the assumption that any of his achievements are due to his looks or charm rather than his strength and skill.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

Charmspeak: Alex’s voice has a mesmerizing effect, capable of influencing the emotions of others in order to place them in his thrall.
Charm Immunity: Alex is mostly unaffected by the charmspeak or charming abilities of other mortals.
Visual Acuity: Alex possesses a level of microscopic-vision. He is able to pick up on details, fine details that most would miss.
French: Fluent in French
Virtuakinesis: Alex is able to create optical, auditory, or even olfactory illusions.
Instant Cleanliness: Alex is able to clean himself of visible dirt and grit with a snap as well as make himself smell nice.

_Legacy:

Skadi, Goddess of Archery, Hunting, Winter, and Mountains

_{Legacy Abilities:}

Cryokinesis: Can freeze and manipulate water in the air or bodies of water to create ice and/or snow. He can also manipulate the air slightly to utilize cold winds.
Archery: As a legacy of the goddess of the Hunt, Alex is very proficient in archery. He creates his arrows out of ice.
Knifemanship: Alex has amazing agility and impeccable expertise at using long hunting knives in close combat.

_Cohort:

First Cohort, formerly Second Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Legionnaire

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Ambition and Recklessness
Alexander Rhea's fatal flaw is a consuming ambition to forge a legacy of strength, which fuels a recklessness born from his desperate need to break away from the stereotypes of being a child of Venus. He is driven by an all-consuming ambition to be remembered not as a son of the goddess of love, but as a legendary warrior and leader. His goal is to have his name etched into history alongside the greatest heroes, recognized for his martial prowess and strategic mind rather than any inherited grace.

This ambition is rooted in a deep-seated fear of being seen as nothing more than a pretty face, causing him to overcompensate with confident, almost arrogant, displays of strength. His ambition manifests as extreme recklessness. Alexander will always volunteer for the most dangerous quest, charge into the heart of a battle without a solid plan, and take on opponents far beyond his skill level. Every risky maneuver is a desperate attempt to prove his worth and shatter the preconceived notions tied to his parentage.

_Weapons:

• Standard legionnaire gladius
• Sumarr and Vetr: A pair of Imperial gold hunting knives. Was a gift from his grandmother on his 8th birthday.
• Harm: A hunting bow passed down through his family for generations.

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_{Misc Information:}

• He is terrible at accepting compliments.
• He speaks fluent German but almost never uses it. It mostly comes out in his frustration..
• The twin knives gifted by Skadi, Sumarr and Vetr, are always with him. He has a nervous habit of tracing the handles with his thumbs, a self-soothing gesture that connects him to his more "acceptable" godly grandparent.
• When his temper is about to break, he doesn't get louder; he gets unnervingly still and quiet.
• Unconsciously, his Venus lineage gives him a perfect eye for aesthetics and balance. His personal space and gear are always arranged with an impeccable, almost artistic, efficiency that he would fiercely deny was for appearance's sake
• While he dislikes most people, he has a deep respect and soft spot for winter animals, especially wolves. He finds them to be more honest and respectable companions than most demigods.
• When he is genuinely relaxed and not trying to prove anything, his Venus-given charisma sometimes leaks out accidentally.
• His sarcasm becomes noticeably sharper and more frequent when he is around people he secretly respects or considers friends. It's his primary, albeit awkward, way of showing he cares.
• He feels most at home in cold weather and becomes more cheerful and energetic in the snow.
• Alexander is constantly fidgeting in some small way, whether by tapping his fingers on his thighs or bouncing his knee. The only time he is perfectly still is when he is hunting or tracking.
• He is an excellent cook, particularly with wild game and foraged ingredients.
• Despises overly sweet or ornate foods
• He actively avoids polished shields, still water, and mirrors.
• Has two pet wolves. A pure white, arctic wolf named Scathach, and a grey wolf named Aife. They were blessed by Skadi. As long as Alex lives, so too will they.
• The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin Always has been, always will.
• XVI. The Tower - Crowley Thoth
• Hestia // Vesta

[Framing A Moose]

Leandra Lovelace, of Love and War

_{Renee Rapp | 9e005d}
"Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed." —Richard Adams

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_Name:

Leandra Lovelace

_Age:

22

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Homosexual

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

10 Years, Still in Service to Camp Jupiter

_{Place of Birth:}

New York, New York

_{Key Relationships:}

Flings

TBD

Friends

-Derex Steiner: Leandra's old centurion and mentor - gave her a place in the Fourth, then eventually trained her into his successor. He helped her become the leader she is today.
-Ashton Ignatius White: While Ash left the Fourth not long after Leandra joined, he's still close with his former Fourth friends. He made Leandra her signature weapon, and remains one of the engineers she works with frequently.
-Noah Jean Hayes: Leandra and Noah are pretty close despite their differences. They came up together in the Fourth and were close in age, so it was only natural for them to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship endured even after Leandra began taking on more and more responsibilities - when she needs a break from her centurion duties, Noah's usually the first to know.

Foes

TBD

Family

TBD

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"Maybe my name could also be known
That I helped return good to the people
And restored greatness to Rome" — Brutus

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_Appearance

• Height: 5'8
• Hair: Blonde
• Eyes: Green
• Body Type: Naturally curvy, though with the amount of training she does, she's taken on an athletic build.
• Clothing Style: Leandra firmly believes that one's appearance is the first weapon deployed on any engagement. She has an outfit for every occasion, always chic, often expensive, and never thoughtless. She favors white in particular, an implicate boast of her neatness. There's a game among the fourth cohort: if anyone can point out a scuff or stain anywhere on her clothes on any given day, they're relieved from cohort housekeeping duties for the week. It's a game rarely won. Before every outfit, Leandra ponders her intent, her plans for the day, and who she'll be interacting with.
  
  In battle, she favors leather - being an archer, she prefers maneuverability over outright protection. Even her armor she puts a thoughtful spin on; she's dyed it a deep red with "IV" embossed on the chest, opposite her heart.
• Body Markings:
  • Following up her spine is tattooed an arrow, its point reaching the base of her neck. It's nocked to the drawn string of a bow, which perfectly frames her shoulder blades. Above it are eight lines, coiling around her neck in a half collar. Eight more years, she says gleefully on occasion, and it will wrap around her neck completely.
  • Leandra has a thick, black "IV" on her inner wrist, symbolizing her loyalty to the fourth cohort. It's often shared by those who've chosen to stay in the fourth cohort regardless of any opportunities given.
  • Leandra has fewer scars than some, thanks to her ability to evade most blows thrown her way. A couple small ones on her arms, and one more noticeable on the side of her neck, though her most recent tally tattoo has partially covered it up.
  • Leandra keeps her piercings to a minimum, limiting herself to a pair of lobe piercings.

_Personality:

Upon meeting Leandra, one might make the mistake of taking her for your run of the mill popular girl. Being a pretty, well-dressed, and blonde certainly helps to paint that picture, along the confidence and grace with which she acts in her day to day. For some, this is all they see. Spending any amount of time with her, though, will reveal a depth she usually does her best to hide. She's shrewd, careful, precise, almost to an obsessive degree. She's ambitious, though it's not power for power's sake that drives her. What she does, she does for her people. There isn't a moment that goes by, not a choice she makes where she doesn't have them at the forefront of her mind.

Her people are of course the Fourth Cohort, but also any who gods or systems of power have left behind. She fancies herself the patron saint of underdogs; when odds are stacked against someone, she can be a bit of a bleeding heart. If you ask Leandra, major gods are a messy hurricane of drama, and any who are lesser have to weather the storm together. She's also intensely loyal. The moment someone becomes "her people," she would do just about anything for them as long as they don't put others in her clique in danger.

While she's a self-proclaimed workaholic, the Red Eye of Somnus does allow her to cut loose. She's quite a party girl when she's not bogged down with her responsibilities, knowing most bartenders and club regulars in New Rome by name. Nights like these, she lets her usually regulated emotions run wild, gorging herself on them so that by morning, she can use her abilities to neatly reorganize them back into controlled little boxes.

As firm as Leandra's morals are, they say nothing about playing dirty. "Honor was made by the strong to make sure the weak played by their rules," and as such, she has no problem putting it aside if need be. She believes that when it comes to her beliefs and her people, ends can justify means. Given the choice between what is good and what is good for her people, she will choose the latter.

_History:

Her Mother's Daughter

Lenore, Leandra's mother, was wealthy - top 1% levels of wealthy. A femme fatale CEO with an obedient little trophy husband and one of America's most powerful corporations dancing to her beat. It was into this environment that Leandra was born, with an early understanding that she was being groomed to carry out her mother's legacy. From a young age, Lenore always made an effort to instill in Leandra all the skills and ideals she believed were needed for corporate leadership, the qualities that had risen her to wealth. Her husband, Leandra's father, became a training dummy for manipulation, and Leandra was taught to listen to her self-interest first and foremost. She was trained to be merciless, the coldest woman in the room, colder than the men who would inevitably underestimate her. The world was hers for the taking, her mother would tell her, even if she had to fight for it.

From a young age, Leandra felt herself pulled to California. She loved New York, and still does, but something about the freedom of driving alongside sprawling beaches felt like a fantasy compared to the metropolitan cage of responsibility she'd been stuffed into. To this day, she's unsure if these desires were her father leading her to Camp Jupiter, or if they and everything that would follow were simply a chaotic, fucked up accident. When she was ten, she convinced her mom to let her attend an all-girl's school in California. She'd earned it, outpacing her tutor and even showing an early talent for reading people's wants and desires (something that especially impressed her mother). She only spent a year in that school, before ending up at the Wolf House.

She'd gone there on a field trip, her and her classmates having been divvied up into groups. It was once these groups were made that her group's chaperone revealed himself to be a satyr, and the children themselves to be demigods. When their mortal classmates left, Leandra and her group stayed behind - at dusk, they were given over to Lupa. The Wolf Mother explained to them that they'd have to prove themselves or be eaten. Had she not been given such a warning, she's unsure she would've woken up two nights later in time to find the Wolf Mother looming over her, drool dripping from her maw. Deciding to make an example of who she deemed the weakest of the demigod children, the spoiled little girl who couldn't stand sleeping in the dirt. She was smart, sure, but Lupa did not deem that enough to save her.

Leandra barely got away, running from Lupa's wolves, only managing to escape thanks to a bit of improvisation and a freight train that obliterated the wolf closest to Leandra's heels. If Leandra was anyone else, this is when she would've run home. But Leandra was Leandra, and the thought of the leaving a reject, of accepting that something was beyond her reach, it sounded worse than throwing herself to Lupa's wolves. So, she hatched a plan. She stayed close to the Wolf House, hiding in the town nearest. Now knowing about her heritage, she put two and two together, realizing there was something more to her talent for reading wants. She spent her time practicing with this new talent and evading those of Lupa's wolves that were still after her, until eventually, she caught the emotional scent of something coming into town: three people, each with a desire to go to some place called "Camp Jupiter." Tracking them down led her to her old classmates, which in turn lead her to Camp Jupiter.

Rebel Girl

Leandra struggled when she first joined Camp Jupiter; she'd never been at the bottom of a food chain, but, having come with no letter of recommendation, she found herself a probatio in the Fifth Cohort. No prospects, no contacts, nothing. She trained, and trained hard, but she found herself outpaced by those with powers more direct than her talent for sniffing out desires. Even discovering her talent for archery didn't do much. This only added more gasoline to the fire roaring in Leandra. She deserved more. That's what she'd been taught, and at that point it's what she believed. She spent a year putting her nose to the grindstone before she saw an opportunity: three powerful members of the fifth destined to go on a quest with very high stakes. So...she tagged along. She figured she'd follow them until the end of their mission, hop in to help, and ride their coattails all the way up to the First.

She shadowed them for a whole month, following close behind from town to town. She almost succeeded in following them all the way to the end of the line...until the very end. See, up until that point, the three had dealt with every supernatural threat they passed. All but the last. They couldn't feel what Leandra felt, the aching desire for sleep that pervaded that last small suburb. They only saw it a rest stop before their big victory. All the instincts Leandra had been raised with told her to continue with her plan, but something about that little town of mortals, abandoned by the gods and left to their fate for the sin of being unimportant...it strung a chord with unimportant little her. Going against everything she'd been shaped into all throughout her life, she stayed. She tracked down the cause of the insomnia plaguing the town - a monster who'd settled there whose presence alone robbed mortals of their sleep - and killed it in a fight that left her chewed up, wounded, and exhausted.

She came back to little fanfare - well, little fanfare for her. Those who'd just gotten back from their actual quest got their just rewards. Leandra, instead, submitted herself to the medics for her injuries. Her efforts didn't go unrewarded, however; mysteriously arriving back to camp injured with a cup of coffee caught the attention of the Fourth Centurion, who came to visit her not long after her arrival. She recounted the story, earning a few delighted laughs and a place in the Fourth.

Leandra grew in the years that followed. She never did manage to ditch her arrogance or ambition, but her desire to stand with her fellow underdogs rather than alongside the elites of camp hardened into a creed. She found some semblance of personal power upon entrenching herself in the camp's bureaucracy, and upon seeing her cold, sharp rage, her centurion took her under his wing. She learned a lot from him, how to lead and inspire, how to foster loyalty. She knew how to manipulate, but leading was something else entirely. And it was a skill she was going to need - because she was going to be praetor.

The year that she became centurion was the same year her hopes of praetorship dimmed. She'd just been handed the reigns by her mentor and was prepared to serve the traditional five years as centurion before submitting herself for praetorship. And then she showed up. Eschewing tradition, making a mockery of anyone who'd been working years for what she strolled in and took. Divinely ordained her. When it was made official that after only two years of service, Camilla Asper would be praetor, Leandra let out a scream of rage that rendered her mute for days after. Not only did the girl represent everything she hated about Camp Jupiter, but her mere presence meant that Leandra could be waiting a very long time for even the chance to become Praetor. And that was before Camilla took it upon herself to try and groom a successor herself.

While Leandra's desire for praetorship hasn't faded (not by a longshot) she's content with her place at the head of the Fourth Cohort. Under her, it's become a resource-gathering powerhouse. Her tendency for taking in strays (especially those who are the children of minor gods) means she has a lot of worker bees to help with the upkeep of her network. Leandra and the Fourth Cohort will often freely provide aid to the Fifth and the Third, as Leandra's sense of class consciousness and comradery has become common among those loyal to the Fourth. They'll do the same for the First and Second, of course, though there may be more strings attached.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Cupid

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Cupid and Leandra's relationships struggles from their shared sense of pride. Cupid refuses to show remorse for some of the cruelties he's inflicted in his life, and Leandra is unwilling to accept that what's done is done. There's a standoffish rift between them, but it's not all bad; Cupid respects Leandra's drive and how her constant need to be the best reflects well on him, and Leandra takes a stubborn satisfaction in being the daughter of a minor god, especially when it means opposing the children of greater gods.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Passion Manipulation: Leandra is capable of manipulating the love, anger, and desires of others. This is usually a temporary ability, though with effort and time with the subject, she can make the changes longer lasting. She primarily uses this ability on herself, manipulating her desires to work towards her goals rather than against them as well as making sure her anger is always at the level where it's motivating, but not distracting.
  
  • Heart's Desire: An extension of her passion manipulation, Leandra is skilled at sensing the desires of a person. Such desires can range from surface level wants to deep-seated yearning. This was in part what gained her the reputation she has in camp today: the woman who can get you what you need.
• Archery Leandra, being a daughter of cupid, is supernaturally skilled at archery. This is her main combative ability, and the role she plays in battle. While she can be outdone by those children of Apollo who have been gifted with his aim, she has an extra little Cupid original that gives her an edge:
  • Cupidian Fletching: With wood, feathers, and non-celestial gold or lead, she can make two types of arrows. From gold, she can create arrows that cause those shot with it to filled with uncontrollable desire for something of Leandra's choosing. This is the less used of the two, as it's essentially a less subtle version of her passion manipulation. Creatures struck with her lead arrows, though, gain a sudden, overwhelming aversion to something of Leandra's choosing. This can prove very useful in battle, Leandra's found.

_Legacy:

Leandra has no supernatural legacy, just some mommy issues and a chip on her shoulder that would make Atlas flinch. With a hell of a lot of hard work, though, they've developed into a set of skills that might just put her demigod abilities to shame.

_Skills:

• A Woman Well Connected: Leandra has a sprawling web of connections both in and out of Camp Jupiter. If you want something, object or intel, you can come to her - though don't be surprised if she tries to wring out something in return. Procuring things from the mortal world is easiest -she was taught young how to make money from money (ah, capitalism, you strange, paradoxical thing), and now uses that skill to benefit the Camp itself. She has her supernatural sources as well, of course. She's been known to make deals all sorts - from nymphs, spirits, and satyrs, to those that Romans usually wouldn't associate with - deserters, monsters, even Greeks (though these she usually keeps under wraps). She refers to this on occasion as "the Fourth Network."
• Too Clever By Half: Leandra's smart - very smart. It may not be a supernatural ability, but it's not something to be underestimated. She was privileged enough to be raised with a very expensive education, but since joining Camp Jupiter, she's only doubled down on keeping herself sharp. No matter how busy she is, she's always enrolled in at least one course at New Rome's university and makes a habit of challenging Camp Jupiter's best thinkers to games of wit in her off time. Her intelligence best comes in the form of strategy and outside the box thinking, a scrappiness that serves her well with her otherwise limited combat ability.
• Spycraft: Leandra's agility and stealth have been trained to the highest standards a demigod can reach without additional god-granted abilities. Additionally, she's trained herself in a plethora of other skills that help her get into places she oughtn't be and pilfer information she oughtn't have. Lockpicking, climbing, making and breaking codes - all things she has experience with.
• Not Just a Pretty Face: But that too. Leandra oozes charisma, which has been instrumental in her quest to climb Camp Jupiter's social and political ladder. She especially appeals to those she considers "her people": demigods of minor deities, members of lower cohorts, and underdogs in general. Some would go so far as to call her manipulative, and they wouldn't be wrong. Manipulation was one of her earliest skills, taught to her by her mother. She's long since concluded she'll never shake the habit, s she's set it to use for the good of her cohort, and even the camp at large.

_Cohort:

Cohort 4

_{Position in the Legion:}

Centurion

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Close to the Sun
Leandra has lofty goals - she wants to change Camp Jupiter into something she believes is more just. She wants to do away with the nepotistic letters of recommendation, assure equal treatment for minor demigods. Some might consider these goals unachievable, but not Leandra. That is her weakness - equal parts ego and ambition that lead her to believe without doubt that she can achieve anything she puts her mind to. It's done her well so far, but someday it may just send her plummeting from her highest peak. Even if she accomplishes her current goal, she'd probably only end up setting her sights even higher. Someone like her can never truly be satisfied.

_Weapons:

The Red Eye of Somnus: Only a weapon in that it's allowed Leandra to put so much time into her skills. A bottomless paper coffee cup with "Somnus" written in sharpie on the side - a gift from Somnus himself. It appeared on a Starbucks counter after Leandra chose to save a small suburb from an insomnia-inducing monster rather than the following through with her original intent: poaching a much more glorious quest from a demigod she'd been following for a few weeks. This was back when she was 12, still a probatio in the 5th cohort, and still intent on regaining the privilege she'd grown up with and lost upon joining the Legion. It was a turning point for her; the first time she ever chose to help the little guy over helping herself. A few sips from the cup gives the same benefits as a full night's rest.

Glamourous Eyeliner: A concoction made by one of Leandra's contacts - a talented mist manipulator. When applied, it offers Leandra an edge to her stealth. It doesn't make her invisible, just much less noticeable. Eyes slide right off her, sounds are less noticeable, and even her scent is made more subtle. So long as she doesn't make a spectacle of herself, it generally allows her to slip under the radar. She can only use it three times before needing to resupply during downtime.

Heartbreaker: Crafted by Ashton White, this longbow was given to her as a gift the day she became centurion of the Fourth Cohort. It, along with its quiver, can compact into a tube of lipstick. In addition to this, Heartbreaker shares the love and anger of its user, shots becoming more powerful when genuine love or anger is felt. Leandra has found that this affect is lessened if the love or anger stems from her passion manipulation.

Pugio: A traditional pugio crafted from celestial gold. Leandra's sidearm - if she's using it, something's gone horribly wrong. Luckily, while she's not as good with it as she is with her bow, she's still a force to be reckoned with. Agile, careful, and with the ferocity of a cornered animal, Leandra can do a lot of damage with the little blade, especially if underestimated.

_{Misc Information:}

• Violet by Hole
• The Mother, the Maiden, and the Crone, of course!
• I'm more of a runes girlie, if I'm being honest.

[Kuro]

Shiori Mizutani, Daughter of Kymopoleia

_{Miu Suzuki | #B1E4FC}

"The heart of man is very much like the sea. It has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls, too."

—— Vincent van Gogh

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_Name:

Shiori Mizutani

_Age:

27

_Gender:

Female

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Bisexual

_Ethnicity:

Japanese

_{Years at Camp Jupiter // New Rome:}

15+1 (15 CJ, 1 NR)

_{Place of Birth:}

San Francisco, California

_{Key Relationships:}

TBD

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"Close your eyes and rise as oceans
Breathin' floatin' across the waves
Underneath you all sorts of emotions
As this blue horizon calls
And no God or man can control where you roam
As current serves my motor
I'm pushin' on"
^{— As Oceans - Wolfgang}

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_Appearance

• Height: 5'1''.
• Hair: Auburn brown, typically kept short and sometimes braided or tied in a ponytail
• Eyes: Dark brown, similar in color to her hair
• Body Type: Extremely fit with muscular strength betrayed by her appearance; could probably out bench press most of the guys
• Clothing Style: Tends to wear "professionally casual"; t-shirts, sneakers or even overalls are as common as "old money"-esque sweaters and skirts. It just depends on the day or the occasion
• Body Markings: SPQR tattoo with 15 lines of service and a jellyfish symbol

_Personality:

Beware the calm before the storm.

Shiori is the testament of an old soldier despite her age. She is weary from years of battle, and the cracks show as she tries to adapt to a life she once dreamed of as a child. Her tone is solemn, yet commanding with presence and authority. She stands tall, but the old wounds still remain. Home is both where the legion is and New Rome. Moving on is necessary for Shiori, but were the legion ever to need her service again, the daughter of the sea would gladly stand ready at their darkest hour.

For now, however, peaceful shallows are abound. No more bloodshed. Just her, the fish, and a nice cup of tea.

_History:

Born into a second generation Japanese-American family, Shiori grew up in the city of San Francisco. Her parents had been biologists, studying the local ocean and sea life as part of the Aquarium of the Bay's ongoing research activities. Shiori was enthralled with her parents' work at a young age—when she wasn't surrounded by textbooks and nature documentaries, she was helping her parents out at sea. It was as if she had a connection the sea itself, driven by a quest of knowledge and imagination.

As Shiori neared her teenage years, the most important day in her life came to be. A freak storm had sprawled across the bay while she was out at sea with her parents. Together, they made a desperate attempt to return to port, but their struggle was in vain as the vessel sunk beneath the tidal waves. Her parents did what they could to keep Shiori safe, yet even then their strength faded through the coming night. Shiori, too, stayed as long as she could, before her strength inevitably failed her, and proceed to sink beneath the waves to an untimely, wet and cold death.

Or so it would've been, had Shiori not been the child of Kymopoleia. She had found herself alive, undrowning, at the feet of a towering giant. The goddess had returned to claim what had been hers; her child, whose true heritage had shown through the wake of the very violent storm she had accidentally created.

Of course, Shiori couldn't believe what she had been hearing. It felt like a nightmare; the mysterious creature in her closet blaming her for the death of her parents. Yet everything also felt so real as much as it felt fake. The bright jellyfish tendril hair. The flowing green dress cinched with a belt of abalone shells. She didn't want to believe it, but the reality of the situation began to set in.

The monster was real, very much real, and she herself had been the one killed her parents.

Faced with this newfound realization, Shiori responded like any youth would: tears and volatile outbursts, intensified with the strength of a raging violent tsunami. Kymopoleia, recognizing her own internal struggles within her child, directed Shiori to the Wolf House, hoping that Lupa could set her on the right path. To be blessed with the ocean's wrath was an inordinate life to live, and she would not abandon her child like her father had done so to her.

Shiori's time with Lupa was short. Her anger was internalized and focused on the wolf's training. She wanted to get her powers under control; that she was something more than a kin slayer. Some might say it worked; others might disagree. Still, her willpower, but also the brute strength and skill she harnessed, impressed the old wolf and those of the Legion, earning Shiori a prime spot within the ranks of the 1st—a rarity for the child of a minor god.

From there on, Shiori lived the life of a soldier. She spent her ten years with the 1st Cohort, putting herself at the forefront countless times. Though it hadn't been long since her family had died, she had found a new one in Kymopoleia and the 1st. Her hatred towards herself passed over the years, having been replaced with a new calling, one dedicated to her fellow legionnaires of the Twelfth Legion. She'd fight for them. Bleed for them. Even die for them.

And so, when her ten years came up, Shiori chose to stay in the legion. The soldier's way was how she chose to live, and it, for all intents and purposes, was home. She was bound to protect the legion; to defend it, so that no one had to suffer like she had. Such dedication to the legion eventually found herself pushed into the upper echelons for a time, later taking on the role of one of the first's centurions when the role had found itself vacant upon the promotion of the former centurion to praetor. Perhaps she might've even been destined to follow in her footsteps, had the role not been taken by another member of the first.

Yet still, all old soldiers must meet one end or another, be it death or retirement. One by one, the years began to pass, melding into each other as each one came to an end. By her fifteenth year, it had caught up to Shiori, having since grown weary of fighting. Shiori had wanted to return to a more peaceful life, one away from the chaos of the battlefield. She had long since gotten her taste of war and its horrors, and no longer wanted part of it.

And so, when her fifteenth year came to an end, Shiori chose to retire. It was time to put the ocean's fury behind her, and allow for calmer waters. No more bloodshed, only the calming tranquil of an aquarium, like it should've been all those years ago.

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"I heard, I heard, across a moonlit sea,
The old voice warning me,
"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea",
"Beware, beware..."
...of me."
^{— Daughter of the Sea - Neal Acree}

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_{Godly Parent:}

Kymopoleia

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Shiori has a complicated relationship with Kymopoleia. She now knows the goddess was her true mother all along, and often seeks out guidance from her godly mother. Still, however, she still remembers the woman who had played the role of her mother for years, and doesn't wish to see her memory pass.

_{Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:}

• Hydrokinesis: Shiori has control over water, and can manipulate as she so desires. Being a daughter of Kymopoleia, however, her ability comes off more violent than most. Fury and wrath are melded into the storm, with waves to drown one in.

• Atmokinesis: Coming with the territory of Hydrokinesis, Shiori can call upon the storm. Typhoon and hurricane can and will rain upon her foes, turning the battlefield into a terrible place to be.

• Superhuman Strength & Durability: Like mother, like daughter. Her mother decapitated a giant with a simple toss of a shield, and could take a beating without flinching. It can be presumed that her mother's power lies within Shiori, albeit not at the level of Kymopoleia's.

• Water Immunity: Water does not affect Shiori like others. She can survive temperatures and pressures that others could not, in addition to not being able to drown in water.

_Cohort:

1st Cohort

_{Position in the Legion:}

Centurion (Former)

_{Fatal Flaw:}

Loyalty

_Weapons:

Anything and everything. Shiori has a repertoire of being skilled with many weapons, especially the legion standard gladius or spatha swords, over her long military career. If no weapons are available, then fuck, she'll brawl with tooth and nail. She'll tussle you into a chokehold if need be. That being said, Shiori is fond of the fuscina, or otherwise known as the sea trident. It comes with the territory of being the daughter of a sea goddess and the granddaughter of Neptune himself.

_{Misc Information:}

• Shiori has a strong knowledge of sea life and aquarium keeping. It's one of her hobbies, and comes with the territory of being a demigod imbued with the powers of the sea.
• In combination with the above statement, she has built a local aquarium, and plans to find larger animals (or even monsters, such as a cetus or hippocampus) to go along with the exhibits. No, you don't get in free just by being a friend of hers. Food isn't cheap.
• That being said, if you're looking for a job, Shiori is always hiring.
• She enjoys nature documentaries and shows, mostly sea life related, but anything works.
• English and Japanese are her mother languages, though she knows Latin as a secondary (being a demigod and all).
• Very task oriented. She likes to run on a schedule, and often wakes early to get things done in the morning.
• Believes pineapple belongs on pizza. It's a topping, get over it.
• Still is fairly active. Plenty of exercise, including strength regimens, which are a holdover from her years of service.
• Not much of a video game player. Her game of choice is more often than a mobile game, or perhaps a chill-relaxing game (Zoo Tycoon, Animal Crossing, etc) if asked.
• See Rauni's sheet for the three answers to the questions.