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Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ ⚚ LOCATION ⚚ Colosseum → Colosseum Cavea (seating area) ⚚ OUTFIT ⚚ Armor ⚚ INTERACTING WITH ⚚ Nobody (summary of his fights @Sugar and Spite; Lucius mentioned and Approaches Eden @Moon Child ______________________________________________________________________________________

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There was a crisp, crackling feeling in the air. Rex could sense it. That protruding sense of bloodlust -- all competitive, sure -- but it couldn’t be denied. Rex could always sense it and whenever displays of strength, cunning, and the culmination of years of service and training came together, there was an abundance of it. It climbed up Rex’s defined, chiseled spine, tickled him in ways that nobody could ever achieve. Not even his beloved, Eden Ashford could replicate it.

No, this came directly as a side-effect of the genes he got from his father, Mars. A sixth sense, in a way, to be able to sense everyone’s desire for violence. Even those who claimed to be pacifists like Jeremy Grover were in attendance for the spectacle that was about to take place.

And why wouldn’t they? It wasn’t often the best fighters Camp Jupiter and New Rome had to offer would come together in randomly selected pairings and participate in some good ole fashioned sparring. Now this sparring was full contact, weapons and armor included, but it wouldn’t be fun if it wasn’t.

Rex had bore witness to some of the matchups for the Legionnaires. He heard Luka was outsmarted by Rikki. Not expected but not unwelcomed. Rex was able to take some pride in knowing Luka wouldn’t be gloating about that. He stayed aware until the second round of their fights, as he had to mentally prepare for his, but not before he heard one of the Praetor’s, Cassian, was able to win his match. Pride swelled in Rex’s heart. He had no doubt and that seemed to be a match not evenly matched.

As the festivities went down further, Rex, who was already watching from a vantage point in the back, he would watch Cassian take his dub, as he rightly deserved.

And then it was his turn. The first of the Veteran matches and it was a showstopper. Sabine, that ever chaotic daughter of Pluto, was to be his first fight. A worthy foe. Rex would never think of disrespecting her by underestimating her. They have sparred many times in the past, so he knew about her abilities as a warrior first hand but that would not make it easy for him. War and violence was as natural to Rex as breathing underwater for a child of Neptune was, yet as the match went underway, it became clear that Sabine wasn’t taking it seriously…not at first, anyway.

Rex came with his warhammer. The same one Noah had forged based off of the schematics given to him by Thor. The same hammer that was, in normal cases and for normal people, a two-handed weapon. Someone like Ashton would need two hands, but for the Son of Mars, he could swing it wildly with one hand. He had power, precision, and speed at his back. But Sabine was a warrior among warriors. A true testament of the big three. Her handling with her spear was genius. A true Roman. But as good as she was and as evenly matched they were, Rex’s power was something that not even Sabine Kiskova could match. The deciding blow came with a clashing of hammer against spear and Rex twisted his body to the side, Sabine going forward and Rex, with as much force that wouldn’t kill her, threw a right into her gut.

The match was called when Sabine fell.

The next series of matches passed with Ashton giving up against his fight against Gigi Russo, not even bothering to give the girl a shot against him. She wasn’t happy and Rex was only disappointed. “You pussy!” Rex shouted at Ashton. Gigi seemed to feel the same because she shouted the same at him.

After that, Noah would win against Delaney and then the match against Avery and Aeris, the fight that would decide who Rex would face. So he watched it intently, studying everything but also enjoying the fight. Avery was a magician on the battlefield. Her experience always showed in her grace and it clearly paid off because it seemed as though her fight against Aeris went as quickly as it began.

Which meant Rex had his hands full. There weren’t many Rex truly admired. Okay, that’s a lie. There were plenty of worthy Romans among them. Many with creeds worthy of their prestige, but Avery was different. She and him had been as tight as two people platonically can be ever since Rex came to Camp Jupiter. She is the closest thing he would have to an older sister, but more importantly than that, someone whom he respected more than anyone else.

And their fight was legendary. A true testament of their skill and positions as Senators. At times, it seemed like she was a few steps ahead of him. Rex had power and he had timing but Avery was just a step ahead of him, pivoting to the side, parrying his blows, sparing no wasted time. Her skills with that gladius was as masterful as his own skills with his hammer was. She caught him a few times in the abdomen, which effected his mobility, but Rex had powered through it. He got her with a few rights but still she wouldn’t give.

And then the deciding blow came, but it was not one with a blade or a hammer or a series of fists, but rather an admission of a truth that threw Rex off his game and about his beloved, no less. It wasn't just the unveiling that Eden and Avery shared a moment together. The shock got Rex but it wasn't what did him in. It was the repeated mention of Eden's body: her boobs, her ass, her curves - every mention of in-between strikes and counters and parries were what distracted the usually focused Son of War. This one admission allowed Avery to snag the victory with a well-placed series of strikes in his abdomen, then in his face, breaking his jaw in several places.

Brain beat braun.

How could Rex be mad at that? No seriously, how could he? Wisdom was her forte and Avery used it in such an unconventional way. Even as he laid on the ground, pondering how he couldn’t see it coming, Rex just smiled. It hurt to do so and within minutes he was seen with Lucius with an emergency healing. Nothing major. Rex didn’t need much. He had a few bruised ribs but nothing time couldn’t heal. Or a visit with Lucius later, but he just needed his jaw fixed. When that was done, Rex shook it off and joined the only person who could heal the rest of his ailments (none of which were physical).

He took a seat that overlooked the rest of everyone. Not that it was a position to celebrate importance but it just happened to be where she was. Rex took his beloved into his arms and kissed her sweetly. His jaw still tingled and he was tender all over, so the usual primal kiss he blessed on her lips would have to wait until later. “I almost had her too,” Rex said, releasing Eden from his hold, though he still held onto her hand, leaning against her shoulder in a display of shocking vulnerability. “She’s a crafty one, alright. Hope you’ve been enjoying the show regardless, Mein Ein und Alles.”

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Jeremy Grover, Of Wine and Madness

_{Avan Jogia | #c48686}
"Hakuna Matata, it means no worries for the rest of your days." —Timon and Pumba, The Lion King

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_Name:

Jeremy Rajesh Grover
_{↳Common nickname: People just call him Grover
Common title/Callsign:}

_Age:

25 | February 20th | Pisces-Aquarius Cusp

_Gender:

A very loveable man

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Pansexual - he's a lover all people

_Ethnicity:

Indian (Punjabi), Greek (Divine)

_{Years at New Rome:}

7 years - Did his time at Azkaban Camp Half-Blood, retired to New Rome when he was 18

_{Place of Birth:}

🍇 Conceived in LA
🍇 Spent his first decade +1 year living in New Orleans
🍇 Spent the duration of his teen years at Camp Half-Blood in Long Island, New York (ages 11-18)
🍇 Currently lives at New Rome, located somewhere in Oakland Hills, California

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

Many many many people

Friends

🍇 Eden Ashford — They both came from Camp Half-Blood and both were raised in the general same crop of Demigods. They became immensely close to one another, becoming the best of friends. Even admitted their love for each other and had a short fling/relationship during her last summer at Camp.

Enemies

Family

Father listed in Godly Parent section
Priya Singh-Grover | 45 | Mother | Actress | FC: Priyanka Choopra
George Grover | 50 | Step-Father | Actor-Director-Producer | FC: Bradley Cooper
Devi Grover | 20 | Younger Half-Sister | College Student at LSU | FC: Simone Ashley

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"The good lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt,
said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself " — Good Lord - Brother Ali

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_Appearance

Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown with light brown/blonde highlights || wears it in many styles as well as just letting it hang down. It is shoulder length.
Eyes: Brown
Body Type: Lean
Clothing Style: Eccentrically independent. That is the best way to describe Grover's style. But that shouldn't be surprising for a son of Dionysus, who is the king of independence and just being extra. In Grover's case, his extraness comes in the form of bold colors, odd choices in accessories and attire suck as his trademark feather jacket. His large totem-like necklaces he always wears, the beeds around his wrists. Warm colors like orange and red and brown and sometimes even pink. He wears knit beanie caps, has too many pairs of sunglasses for his own good (all of them tinted a dark red violet).

Casual
_{I
II
III
IV
Feather Jacket (worn always)
His sunglasses}

Party and Formal Wear
_{Semi-formal
Semi-Formal II
Your personal Love Guru}

Body Markings: No excessive scarring to note other than a mostly-healed scar on his back.

But he has made many additions and alterations to his body. Including three piercings: helix, lobe, and nose - all right.

Grover has many tattoos including a lotus flower on his right inner-wrist, a cross on his right bicep, a yin-yang symbol on the back of his neck, and grapes on a vine on his stomach.

_Personality:

Confident → charming → eccentric → individualistic → tranquil → compassionate → lax → selectively idle and focused → unpredictable → sometimes too empathetic

_History:

Jeremy Grover's life has been a series of amazing, if not weird, miracles one after another.

And it all starts with his mother. The ever glamourous and equally unique, Priya. One of Bollywood's most iconic actresses. Her charm carried her through that tough world as a child actress, her edge when she was in her teens, and as it would follow, the overwhelming charm she had propelled her into a successful Hollywood career. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Priya, born Priya Singh, she comes from the ever famous Bollywood royalty family, The Singhs and always in that family, pressure to do well is the highest, but Priya never had to worry about that. She always held that calm approach by always knowing she would be fine.

And maybe that's the sort of attitude that drew a certain god of wine and madness to her. See, Priya didn't know who he was when she met him. It wasn't like he knew who she was either. According to what Grover could recall, the meeting was an one-night stand. But one thing she always said is he never hid who he was. He introduced himself to her as Dionysus, but Priya figured he was some artist or actor like her who chose a one name stage name like Beyonce or Cher. She never thought he was the Dionysus, Greek God of Wine and Madness and Theater.

But for one night, Priya had her best night ever. He was charismatic, funny, and even though she knew her Jeremy got his hair from her, she was crazy - almost mad - about the curls.

And she had one night and woke up with a note.

"That was fun, Princess Priya. But I couldn't stay. Had to get back to my camp. You probably won't see me again for another 12 or 13 years. Tell our son about me and when he starts seeing funny letters, don't be alarmed of a goat man. Or woman. They'll help."

She didn't really get it, but Priya laughed it off. Dionysus had always been one for his maddening ways of speaking.

But as sure as she had loved that insane man...God, over a decade later, Priya Singh, who was now Priya Grover, the wife of a co-star she fell in love with, George Grover, was always looking for signs. She now lived in New Orleans and her son had started to show signs of her one-time lover. Not so much in how he looked - his hair was smooth and straight like hers, but she could see a wildness in his eyes. Something she remembered from that man. But then it started to happen. It was in small doses, but whenever Grover was in school (he would be twelve at this point), he started to experience a difficulty of how to read. First it was unable to focus, but he had always been like that so nobody really paid any attention, least of all his parents. He always was lax too, so when his grades went from a high c average to a high d average, disappointment happened but again, nobody really paid any mind.

But then it became more. He started to see symbols. Odd symbols. Symbols that felt familiar to him. His history class was covering Ancient Greek and the Spartan War, so what he saw, what was written on the blackboard about the war, he saw it in ancient Greek lettering and he could understand some of it.

This is when something miraculous happened. His childhood best friend, Raymond, who had always looked out for him, had done just that when a monster of some kind tried attacking Grover when they were walking home from school. A not so small bird...thing, a harpy, went to attack him, but Ray stopped them by jumping high and kicking them with his....goat feet? Hooves? Whatever they were, it allowed them to get to his home and Priya now understood everything Dionysus said in his note. And she had very little time to process, well EVERYTHING because then she understood what needed to happen. Or at least, after Raymond explained he was a Saytr - half goat, half man (goat bottom half) - Grover, Raymond, and with some help by Priya, went to New York and after one final run-in with a harpy but it was scared off by a...man-horse? Centaur. It was a Centaur named Chiron (Grover found this out later).

His time spent at Camp Half-Blood was interesting to say the least. Over the years, he made friends, he found out who he was and what his destiny would be. He was the son of Dionysus...Mister D. The Greek God of Wine who, apparently in a rare moment of freedom that Zeus gave him, let him leave and go wherever he wanted. He ended up choosing LA and that's where he met Priya. His mother told him many times about his father but he just assumed it was someone who wasn't able to stick around. He knew his birth father was someone named Dionysus, but knowing it was the Dionysus made Grover fix how he thought of the man.

There were days where he was angry at him for not being there and then there were days where he talked to Dionysus. Being there, he had the rare opportunity of interacting with him, but Dionysus seemed to have little interest, but the last few years before Grover would age out, Dionysus warmed up to him. They shared conversations, even made some memories together. Dionysus was bound to Camp Half-Blood and couldn't have wine, but every now and then, Grover would help him get a few sips.

Yeah that was a fun time that got Grover mess hall duties for seven season changes.

So basically the remainder of his years there.

Over the years, he met some incredible friends but one that probably was the best one was Eden Ashford. She was a year older than he was, but they had been and remain to be to this day close friends. She's a daughter of Aphrodite, so kinda went hand in hand. She was a demigoddess of love and all that shit and he was one of wine and madness.

He was a little sad that his last year at Camp Half-Blood would be spent without her, but it wouldn't be long. When he turned 18, he too made the venture to New Rome. It was vastly different than anything he could have expected. It was majestic and had so much to offer. He made some friends and might've made a few enemies too, but for the most part, Grover has enjoyed being in New Rome.

For the seven years he's been a New Roman, he's attended a few botany and business classes at NRU, found a nice-sized home with its own greenhouse and also managed to build and open a shop. A cannabis dispencery called "Grover's Glorious Ganja Goodies", a place where he puts his biggest passions of life: weed and talking to people (also white girl music). He has it playing in his store all the time. He grows his own weed that's powerful and has a nice funk to it. He also takes the oil from it and makes baked goodies in case some can't handle the stuff in its natural form.

All in all, Grover likes it at New Rome. Will he ever go back to New Orleans? Maybe. He might leave one day and bring what he has learned to his mortal family. He visits as much as he can and always takes a few weeks off to do just that, but right now, he's happy with his life.

Now if only he could get a Mrs. Grover...

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_{Godly Parent:}

Dionysus, Greek God of wine, vegetation, fertility, festivity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Less than father and son and more occasional drinking buddies and partners-in-crime whenever a little madness needs to visit Camp Half-Blood (just don't tell Chiron).

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

🍇 Chiorokinesis — As the son of Dionysus, Grover is able to summon, control, grow, and manipulate vines. Though it seems to be limited to grape and strawberry vines, he's been able to extend it to all natural forms of vines.

🍇 Vine Binding — A form of manipulating vines to suffocate someone until they pass out or to simply bind them to a wall so Grover doesn't get annoyed during his madness spiel.

🍇 Madness Manipulation — Being the son of dionysus, Grover is not just capable at inducing and/or curing madness, but seems to be so proficient at it that he becomes an avatar of madness when doing it for too long.

🍇 Induced Madness — Grover is able to, through extended periods of physical touch and the intent of doing so, induce madness into someone. This can take many forms: he can make them hear voices should he want to or simply make them unable to find peace and constantly be in an agitated state (or as a side effect of making them hear voices).
🍇 Curing Madness — Grover can also do the opposite. He can cure the madness in someone with extended touch, but the side effect of this, as it is not a fully mastered power (and never will be) is the madness meter in his head will eventually reach maximum and actually cause madness in him for a temporary amount of time. Usually a full night's sleep or any 8 hour span.

🍇 Alcokinesis — The most used power of his, as it has many uses, Grover can generate alcohol at any given moment's notice (within a reasonable timescale). Wine is easier, of course, but he's learned to apply it into other forms like vodka, tequila, mead, beer, etc.

🍇 Alcohol Transformation — He has the ability to turn anything of a natural form (has to be non-living like a cup or food) into alcohol. Wine is easiest, but other alcohol applies too.
🍇 Alcohol/Drink Conjuration — He can make alcohol appear in an empty cup whenever he wants. Wine is his go to but he also has learned to make Dr. Pepper and cocktails appear.

Legacy:

Balarama, Hindu God of strength, shepherds, plowing, and agriculture

_{Legacy Abilities:}

🍇 Green Thumb — Grover has a magic touch whenever it comes to crops and farming and harvesting and growing his own collection of natural herbs. Balarama gifted him with both a literal green thumb, as well as a metaphorical one. He can't make it happen automatically because the harvest doesn't work like that, but what he can do is guarantee himself the perfect harvest with crops so bountiful that it will feed him for however long he needs it to and a selection of the best weed that will guarantee the greatest and most perfect high.

_{Former Cabin}

Cabin 12, Dionysus

_{Years of Attendance at Camp Half-Blood}

7 years = 7 beads

Fatal Flaw:

Multitasking and Madness— True to his nature of madness and naivity and the generousity and interests of his, Grover can take on too much than his minimal focus can handle. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing but it can get overwhelming and a thing to understand about this eccentric son of Mister D, when he gets overwhelmed, the madness starts to consume him. He gets erratic instead of eccentric. He hypervenaltes and tends to lose sight of anything. Might even go on a bender for a few days without even realizing just how much of a bender it really is.

In short, too many tasks make Grover exe stop responding.

Weapons:

🍇 The Thyrsus (Or a version of it) — Unclear if it's the same one or simply one Dionysus had made that's appropriate for a Demigod, but regardless, Grover has his own Thyrsus, a staff carved from an enchanted tree. A pinecone sits upon the top of it, colored light pink and tassels of vines hang from the top.
🍇 Shaksal - Unlike the sorta-kinda divine nature of his staff, this item is divine and comes from Balarama. It is, in its sealed form, a simple handle of deep sienna, but when pressure is applied to the side, it meets the desire of Grover. In truth, it is a multi-purposed tool for harvest and farming, for growing the perfect crop. At times it can take the form of a rake, at others a plow, or a shovel, or a hoe. It also hold magical properties that ensure the perfect line drawn.

Misc Information:

🍇 White Girl music is right up his alley. Paramore, Carly Rae Jepsen, Taylor Swift, Michelle Branch - all of them and more are on his playlist so much that whenever he hosts a party (which is often) he throws it into the mix. Sometimes that IS the mix.
🍇 Owns a cannabis shop, which is also his own greenhouse called "Grover's Glorious Ganja Goodies", a shop devoted to the best weed. He grows it himself (and to order), he bakes and makes edibles for those not willing to smoke it, and ensures the price is well worth the high.
🍇 Grover is intensely spiritual. It is not tied to any specific religion because he believes in many religious but stays away from the religious aspect. He practices hinduism, buddhaism, shintoism, Christianity and Catholicism, Paganism - whatever feels like it can give him answers to the questions he seeks. He doesn't limit himself.
🍇 Grover has ADHD, much like most (if not all) Demigods have
🍇 Speaks fluent indian (most dialects), Spanish, Italian, Greek, and some ancient latin (he can understand it though)
🍇 Has a 2-3 hour morning routine for just his looks alone. He takes great pride in it
🍇 His favorite beverage, right next to sweet Greek wine, is Dr. Pepper. OG and Cherry only.
🍇 His green thumb allows him a perfect harvest, so Grover loves to cook (though he isn't as good as the Meatmaster 6000 himself, Rex)
🍇 Laughs at his own madness sometimes (and sometimes it's because of his own madness that he laughs) and this includes while around others, so many think he's a little crazy (and maybe that's a lil true)
🍇 Doesn't like training as much as some of his fellow greeks do, but he enjoys the entertainment held at the Colleseeum (especially when it's a no shirts kind of entertainment. Cheers!)
🍇 Lives in a home, two storied at that with 3 rooms and 3 baths.
🍇 Meditates all the time. It helps relax him and he even works in yoga into it to diversify it.
🍇 Mango, the Bobcat is his pride and joy. She is 4 years old. Mostly harmless.
There is also her husband/mate, Pineapple, the Lynx. He is 5. He might bite but unless you attack Grover, he won't do it with purpose.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Jeremy Grover, Of Wine and Madness

_{Avan Jogia | #c48686}
"Hakuna Matata, it means no worries for the rest of your days." —Timon and Pumba, The Lion King

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_Name:

Jeremy Rajesh Grover
_{↳Common nickname: People just call him Grover
Common title/Callsign:}

_Age:

25 | February 20th | Pisces-Aquarius Cusp

_Gender:

A very loveable man

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Pansexual - he's a lover all people

_Ethnicity:

Indian (Punjabi), Greek (Divine)

_{Years at New Rome:}

7 years - Did his time at Azkaban Camp Half-Blood, retired to New Rome when he was 18

_{Place of Birth:}

🍇 Conceived in LA
🍇 Spent his first decade +1 year living in New Orleans
🍇 Spent the duration of his teen years at Camp Half-Blood in Long Island, New York (ages 11-18)
🍇 Currently lives at New Rome, located somewhere in Oakland Hills, California

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

Many many many people

Friends

🍇 Eden Ashford — They both came from Camp Half-Blood and both were raised in the general same crop of Demigods. They became immensely close to one another, becoming the best of friends. Even admitted their love for each other and had a short fling/relationship during her last summer at Camp.

Enemies

Family

Father listed in Godly Parent section
Priya Singh-Grover | 45 | Mother | Actress | FC: Priyanka Choopra
George Grover | 50 | Step-Father | Actor-Director-Producer | FC: Bradley Cooper
Devi Grover | 20 | Younger Half-Sister | College Student at LSU | FC: Simone Ashley

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"The good lord made me what I am and I play the hand I'm dealt,
said sometimes the hardest thing to be in this world is just yourself " — Good Lord - Brother Ali

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_Appearance

Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown with light brown/blonde highlights || wears it in many styles as well as just letting it hang down. It is shoulder length.
Eyes: Brown
Body Type: Lean
Clothing Style: Eccentrically independent. That is the best way to describe Grover's style. But that shouldn't be surprising for a son of Dionysus, who is the king of independence and just being extra. In Grover's case, his extraness comes in the form of bold colors, odd choices in accessories and attire suck as his trademark feather jacket. His large totem-like necklaces he always wears, the beeds around his wrists. Warm colors like orange and red and brown and sometimes even pink. He wears knit beanie caps, has too many pairs of sunglasses for his own good (all of them tinted a dark red violet).

Casual
_{I
II
III
IV
Feather Jacket (worn always)
His sunglasses}

Party and Formal Wear
_{Semi-formal
Semi-Formal II
Your personal Love Guru}

Body Markings: No excessive scarring to note other than a mostly-healed scar on his back.

But he has made many additions and alterations to his body. Including three piercings: helix, lobe, and nose - all right.

Grover has many tattoos including a lotus flower on his right inner-wrist, a cross on his right bicep, a yin-yang symbol on the back of his neck, and grapes on a vine on his stomach.

_Personality:

Confident → charming → eccentric → individualistic → tranquil → compassionate → lax → selectively idle and focused → unpredictable → sometimes too empathetic

_History:

Jeremy Grover's life has been a series of amazing, if not weird, miracles one after another.

And it all starts with his mother. The ever glamourous and equally unique, Priya. One of Bollywood's most iconic actresses. Her charm carried her through that tough world as a child actress, her edge when she was in her teens, and as it would follow, the overwhelming charm she had propelled her into a successful Hollywood career. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here. Priya, born Priya Singh, she comes from the ever famous Bollywood royalty family, The Singhs and always in that family, pressure to do well is the highest, but Priya never had to worry about that. She always held that calm approach by always knowing she would be fine.

And maybe that's the sort of attitude that drew a certain god of wine and madness to her. See, Priya didn't know who he was when she met him. It wasn't like he knew who she was either. According to what Grover could recall, the meeting was an one-night stand. But one thing she always said is he never hid who he was. He introduced himself to her as Dionysus, but Priya figured he was some artist or actor like her who chose a one name stage name like Beyonce or Cher. She never thought he was the Dionysus, Greek God of Wine and Madness and Theater.

But for one night, Priya had her best night ever. He was charismatic, funny, and even though she knew her Jeremy got his hair from her, she was crazy - almost mad - about the curls.

And she had one night and woke up with a note.

"That was fun, Princess Priya. But I couldn't stay. Had to get back to my camp. You probably won't see me again for another 12 or 13 years. Tell our son about me and when he starts seeing funny letters, don't be alarmed of a goat man. Or woman. They'll help."

She didn't really get it, but Priya laughed it off. Dionysus had always been one for his maddening ways of speaking.

But as sure as she had loved that insane man...God, over a decade later, Priya Singh, who was now Priya Grover, the wife of a co-star she fell in love with, George Grover, was always looking for signs. She now lived in New Orleans and her son had started to show signs of her one-time lover. Not so much in how he looked - his hair was smooth and straight like hers, but she could see a wildness in his eyes. Something she remembered from that man. But then it started to happen. It was in small doses, but whenever Grover was in school (he would be twelve at this point), he started to experience a difficulty of how to read. First it was unable to focus, but he had always been like that so nobody really paid any attention, least of all his parents. He always was lax too, so when his grades went from a high c average to a high d average, disappointment happened but again, nobody really paid any mind.

But then it became more. He started to see symbols. Odd symbols. Symbols that felt familiar to him. His history class was covering Ancient Greek and the Spartan War, so what he saw, what was written on the blackboard about the war, he saw it in ancient Greek lettering and he could understand some of it.

This is when something miraculous happened. His childhood best friend, Raymond, who had always looked out for him, had done just that when a monster of some kind tried attacking Grover when they were walking home from school. A not so small bird...thing, a harpy, went to attack him, but Ray stopped them by jumping high and kicking them with his....goat feet? Hooves? Whatever they were, it allowed them to get to his home and Priya now understood everything Dionysus said in his note. And she had very little time to process, well EVERYTHING because then she understood what needed to happen. Or at least, after Raymond explained he was a Saytr - half goat, half man (goat bottom half) - Grover, Raymond, and with some help by Priya, went to New York and after one final run-in with a harpy but it was scared off by a...man-horse? Centaur. It was a Centaur named Chiron (Grover found this out later).

His time spent at Camp Half-Blood was interesting to say the least. Over the years, he made friends, he found out who he was and what his destiny would be. He was the son of Dionysus...Mister D. The Greek God of Wine who, apparently in a rare moment of freedom that Zeus gave him, let him leave and go wherever he wanted. He ended up choosing LA and that's where he met Priya. His mother told him many times about his father but he just assumed it was someone who wasn't able to stick around. He knew his birth father was someone named Dionysus, but knowing it was the Dionysus made Grover fix how he thought of the man.

There were days where he was angry at him for not being there and then there were days where he talked to Dionysus. Being there, he had the rare opportunity of interacting with him, but Dionysus seemed to have little interest, but the last few years before Grover would age out, Dionysus warmed up to him. They shared conversations, even made some memories together. Dionysus was bound to Camp Half-Blood and couldn't have wine, but every now and then, Grover would help him get a few sips.

Yeah that was a fun time that got Grover mess hall duties for seven season changes.

So basically the remainder of his years there.

Over the years, he met some incredible friends but one that probably was the best one was Eden Ashford. She was a year older than he was, but they had been and remain to be to this day close friends. She's a daughter of Aphrodite, so kinda went hand in hand. She was a demigoddess of love and all that shit and he was one of wine and madness.

He was a little sad that his last year at Camp Half-Blood would be spent without her, but it wouldn't be long. When he turned 18, he too made the venture to New Rome. It was vastly different than anything he could have expected. It was majestic and had so much to offer. He made some friends and might've made a few enemies too, but for the most part, Grover has enjoyed being in New Rome.

For the seven years he's been a New Roman, he's attended a few botany and business classes at NRU, found a nice-sized home with its own greenhouse and also managed to build and open a shop. A cannabis dispencery called "Grover's Glorious Ganja Goodies", a place where he puts his biggest passions of life: weed and talking to people (also white girl music). He has it playing in his store all the time. He grows his own weed that's powerful and has a nice funk to it. He also takes the oil from it and makes baked goodies in case some can't handle the stuff in its natural form.

All in all, Grover likes it at New Rome. Will he ever go back to New Orleans? Maybe. He might leave one day and bring what he has learned to his mortal family. He visits as much as he can and always takes a few weeks off to do just that, but right now, he's happy with his life.

Now if only he could get a Mrs. Grover...

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_{Godly Parent:}

Dionysus, Greek God of wine, vegetation, fertility, festivity, ritual madness, religious ecstasy, and theatre

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

Less than father and son and more occasional drinking buddies and partners-in-crime whenever a little madness needs to visit Camp Half-Blood (just don't tell Chiron).

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

🍇 Chiorokinesis — As the son of Dionysus, Grover is able to summon, control, grow, and manipulate vines. Though it seems to be limited to grape and strawberry vines, he's been able to extend it to all natural forms of vines.

🍇 Vine Binding — A form of manipulating vines to suffocate someone until they pass out or to simply bind them to a wall so Grover doesn't get annoyed during his madness spiel.

🍇 Madness Manipulation — Being the son of dionysus, Grover is not just capable at inducing and/or curing madness, but seems to be so proficient at it that he becomes an avatar of madness when doing it for too long.

🍇 Induced Madness — Grover is able to, through extended periods of physical touch and the intent of doing so, induce madness into someone. This can take many forms: he can make them hear voices should he want to or simply make them unable to find peace and constantly be in an agitated state (or as a side effect of making them hear voices).
🍇 Curing Madness — Grover can also do the opposite. He can cure the madness in someone with extended touch, but the side effect of this, as it is not a fully mastered power (and never will be) is the madness meter in his head will eventually reach maximum and actually cause madness in him for a temporary amount of time. Usually a full night's sleep or any 8 hour span.

🍇 Alcokinesis — The most used power of his, as it has many uses, Grover can generate alcohol at any given moment's notice (within a reasonable timescale). Wine is easier, of course, but he's learned to apply it into other forms like vodka, tequila, mead, beer, etc.

🍇 Alcohol Transformation — He has the ability to turn anything of a natural form (has to be non-living like a cup or food) into alcohol. Wine is easiest, but other alcohol applies too.
🍇 Alcohol/Drink Conjuration — He can make alcohol appear in an empty cup whenever he wants. Wine is his go to but he also has learned to make Dr. Pepper and cocktails appear.

Legacy:

Balarama, Hindu God of strength, shepherds, plowing, and agriculture

_{Legacy Abilities:}

🍇 Green Thumb — Grover has a magic touch whenever it comes to crops and farming and harvesting and growing his own collection of natural herbs. Balarama gifted him with both a literal green thumb, as well as a metaphorical one. He can't make it happen automatically because the harvest doesn't work like that, but what he can do is guarantee himself the perfect harvest with crops so bountiful that it will feed him for however long he needs it to and a selection of the best weed that will guarantee the greatest and most perfect high.

_{Former Cabin}

Cabin 12, Dionysus

_{Years of Attendance at Camp Half-Blood}

7 years = 7 beads

Fatal Flaw:

Multitasking and Madness— True to his nature of madness and naivity and the generousity and interests of his, Grover can take on too much than his minimal focus can handle. Now this isn't necessarily a bad thing but it can get overwhelming and a thing to understand about this eccentric son of Mister D, when he gets overwhelmed, the madness starts to consume him. He gets erratic instead of eccentric. He hypervenaltes and tends to lose sight of anything. Might even go on a bender for a few days without even realizing just how much of a bender it really is.

In short, too many tasks make Grover exe stop responding.

Weapons:

🍇 The Thyrsus (Or a version of it) — Unclear if it's the same one or simply one Dionysus had made that's appropriate for a Demigod, but regardless, Grover has his own Thyrsus, a staff carved from an enchanted tree. A pinecone sits upon the top of it, colored light pink and tassels of vines hang from the top.
🍇 Shaksal - Unlike the sorta-kinda divine nature of his staff, this item is divine and comes from Balarama. It is, in its sealed form, a simple handle of deep sienna, but when pressure is applied to the side, it meets the desire of Grover. In truth, it is a multi-purposed tool for harvest and farming, for growing the perfect crop. At times it can take the form of a rake, at others a plow, or a shovel, or a hoe. It also hold magical properties that ensure the perfect line drawn.

Misc Information:

🍇 White Girl music is right up his alley. Paramore, Carly Rae Jepsen, Taylor Swift, Michelle Branch - all of them and more are on his playlist so much that whenever he hosts a party (which is often) he throws it into the mix. Sometimes that IS the mix.
🍇 Owns a cannabis shop, which is also his own greenhouse called "Grover's Glorious Ganja Goodies", a shop devoted to the best weed. He grows it himself (and to order), he bakes and makes edibles for those not willing to smoke it, and ensures the price is well worth the high.
🍇 Grover is intensely spiritual. It is not tied to any specific religion because he believes in many religious but stays away from the religious aspect. He practices hinduism, buddhaism, shintoism, Christianity and Catholicism, Paganism - whatever feels like it can give him answers to the questions he seeks. He doesn't limit himself.
🍇 Grover has ADHD, much like most (if not all) Demigods have
🍇 Speaks fluent indian (most dialects), Spanish, Italian, Greek, and some ancient latin (he can understand it though)
🍇 Has a 2-3 hour morning routine for just his looks alone. He takes great pride in it
🍇 His favorite beverage, right next to sweet Greek wine, is Dr. Pepper. OG and Cherry only.
🍇 His green thumb allows him a perfect harvest, so Grover loves to cook (though he isn't as good as the Meatmaster 6000 himself, Rex)
🍇 Laughs at his own madness sometimes (and sometimes it's because of his own madness that he laughs) and this includes while around others, so many think he's a little crazy (and maybe that's a lil true)
🍇 Doesn't like training as much as some of his fellow greeks do, but he enjoys the entertainment held at the Colleseeum (especially when it's a no shirts kind of entertainment. Cheers!)
🍇 Lives in a home, two storied at that with 3 rooms and 3 baths.
🍇 Meditates all the time. It helps relax him and he even works in yoga into it to diversify it.
🍇 Mango, the Bobcat is his pride and joy. She is 4 years old. Mostly harmless.
There is also her husband/mate, Pineapple, the Lynx. He is 5. He might bite but unless you attack Grover, he won't do it with purpose.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Gigi Russo, Of Riches and Wilderness

_{Victoria Konefal | Amethyst/#9966cc}
"Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell-raiser, always a strong woman." —R.H. Sin

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_Name:

Georgina Janel Russo
_{↳Common nickname: Gigi
Common title/Callsign: Knifeedge}

_Age:

22 | November 21st | Scorpio-Saggitarius Cusp (more Sag than Scorpio)

_Gender:

Hot ass female (She/her)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Mentally, she's a pansexual
Physically, she's a raging bisexual
Spiritually, she's a demiromantic

"I don't know, I'm a complicated bitch."

_Ethnicity:

Italian (Venetian, Roman)

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

11 years - ten in Camp Jupiter, 1 year in New Rome, living with her sister.

_{Place of Birth:}

Venice Italy, lived in Tuscany Italy until she was 11.
Spent some months in the Underworld before venturing to Camp Jupiter

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

TBD

Friends

TBD

Enemies

Hopefully none

Family

The only ones that matter:
Belladonna "Belle" Cantarini - 29 (had Gigi at 19) - Mother - FC: Alice Pagani
Sabina Kiskova - my sister <3
Michelangelo "Michel" Russo - 25 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: Jack Falahee
Matteo Russo - 46 - Stepfather - Alive - Vineyard owner - FC: Gillies Marini
Pablo Russo - 23 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: Brando Pancitto

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"Look here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder!
Oh, how we love you! No flaws when you're pretending " — Everybody's Fool — Evanescence

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_Appearance

Height: 5'6/168cm
Hair: Light Brown || Smooth, wavy, layered || Drops down to her mid-back || Tends to leave it be, but sometimes loops it into a single ponytail, sometimes a high ponytail, and sometimes braided. Gigi will also experiment with space buns and the like || Uses accessories to enhance the look of her hair like broaches, clips, hair ties and even decorative accessories like flowers.
Eyes: Hazel green (or brown depending on the lighting) || Deep purple when Diana's Blessing is active
Body Type: Hourglass figure that leans on being toned || "This isn't just good genes. I worked hard to achieve my body. And damn it, if it makes me sound vain but I know I look good!"
Clothing Style: Gigi has always been something of a "more black the better" kind of girl. A lot of the kinds of clothes she wore growing up and also the kinds she wears now (though not as much now) has always been black, grey, some red, but definitely black. Her style has been called "Edgy biker chic". Which, to her, that wasn't completely far off. She has always dressed like someone who grew up in biker culture: leather jacket, dark colors, band t-shirts. Even as she grew up, most of that hasn't changed, but she's learned how to change her style up just enough to stay true to her roots but be hot about it. She goes with bold colors like a pink skirt with a black top. Or red skirt with black top (because red and black ALWAYS go together). She goes into different designs like pokadots and striped and even some floral-patterened sundresses feel nice.

But one important thing to note about Gigi is that she likes showing off her body. Tastefully, mind you, but she has no shame in showing a bit of skin. Yeah, definitely might be a little vain.
Casual
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Party and Formal Wear
_{Clubbing fit
Formal Sexy
Formal Formal
Dress I
Dress II}
Body Markings: On her right inner-forearm, Gigi has her brand of her papa's sigil, SPQR, and an individual tally of the ten years of her service.

She doesn't have any other tattoos to note of.

She has five piercings in total: earlobe, helix, eyebrow, nose, and right eyebrow.

As far as any scars, Gigi has a few from service that have mostly healed on her back. She does retain a nasty scar she acquired during a training session in her fifth year of service that went from her right shoulder to her elbow (outer arm) that never properly healed, so it's a nasty scar.

_Personality:

Confident → loyal → compassionate → self-sufficient → aggressive → intense → stubborn → sassy → deeply empathetic → abrasive → vain

At her core, Gigi is a truly and deeply empathetic person. She feels intensely with others' pain, she understands it, and she weaps for the loss of life more than anyone you could know. Because of that, she keeps most of her feelings sealed behind a semi-facade of confidence. It's not a complete ruse because she is confident. She acts the part, she is brash when pushed, and her whole demeanor is strike first and hard. It's not exactly off-putting. She's never mean intentionally, but she does carry a lot of sass in her. This is her way of coping with the eternal sadness in her heart for the constant loss of life she can sense. That same of loss of life flips her like a switch. Maybe an undiagnosed bipolar or just...really in touch with her feelings, but once the loss of life happens, Gigi's bravado and confidence is rendered down to someone overwhelmed with emotions, almost giving her a temporary state of depression.

To her friends and family she has at New Rome, they know what signs to look for. Gigi is a talkative person. Always smiling. Beaming with energy and life, but in that snap, she'll go quiet. She'll isolate herself to the point where you won't see her for a week. Her heart is full, but when it breaks for the passing of souls, that death sense of hers makes her as dead as them but more like the kind of wandering soul without a guide. It passes eventually, but it lingers until she comes out for air. Those close to her know to let her come to them rather than them trying to force it. In this state, there's something of a stubbornness from her own will that refuses to do anything but wallow in under the cloud of despair her empathy creates.

_History:

The Tale of Belladonna Contarini

Trigger warnings: war, death, slavery, sexual assault mentions,

This is the life of Gigi Russo, or rather, perhaps it is more accurate to say the tragedy of Georgina Janel, daughter of Belladonna and Pluto, and should she ever want it, Huntress of Diana.

This tale starts twenty-three years ago in Milan Italy where a younger Belladonna Contarini. She was orphaned when she was a young girl, due to a civil war that broke out in her hometown of Florence. She fled with her parent from Florence to prospect of work in Venice, but somewhere along the way, she got separated from them and found herself in servitude to a band of rebels. Or terrorists, depending on who you asked. The civil war took lots of lives and an eleven year old Belle assumed her parents were among them. So over the years, she grew accustomed to life never going the way she planned. She never thought Italy would return, if only briefly, to its authoritarian roots from the 1920s. She never thought there would be a revolution which would put it on the progressive way, and she never thought she'd ever find love. Belle had resigned to the fact that nobody would want her. The bandits that took her in got rid of her when she was fifteen and she's been on the street ever since. People took pity on her and she had taken rides, did favors she probably shouldn't have, and sold her soul to a metaphorical devil to make her parents' dream come true

Because that is, at the end of it all, what Belle wanted to make happen. Her parents never got the chance to make it to Venice, but Belle did. And for all the crap life threw at her, for all the things that she never wanted to do were done by her, she made it when she was nineteen. She had to scratch and claw her way through begging on the street and doing more things she didn't want to: favors for men, more begging on the street, and even thievery, but she found a job. It was at a high-end restaurant, to which she had to...acquire a dress for work. There she served. This seemed to be a common thing in her life. Serving others who are richer than her, who have a nicer roof over their heads than her. She began to grow intensely bitter until she met one man. His eyes were an odd shade of brown, almost auburn and even red in certain lights. She couldn't tell if he was Italian or foreign but the way he carried herself gave her a bit of..something she hadn't felt in a really long time.

Calamity.

For weeks, this man, who she would come to know was named Silas Blackwell. Silas would come to be one of her regulars and every day just before the daily lunch rush but clearly after they started serving lunch, he would always order the same thing: Bigole in Salsa and Ricotta Crustini. Two separate dishes but always every day and what was strange is he always gave her a tip specifically. But there was something about the way this man carried himself. He seemed deeply interested in Belle herself, not what she had to offer, not the favors she could give him. But just Belladonna Contarini, the woman.

So they became closer than any patron and waitress probably would be. Her job was risked every time he came around because she would be the worst waitress ever. All her time would be spent talking to him and hearing about his travels. For the few weeks she got to see him, he'd say he was on vacation from his job. When asked, he just said "Import and Export of rare goods". Right, because that wasn't shady. She didn't know what that really meant until one day 9 months later. After those initial few weeks, Belle found herself not just without the man who had captivated her, saying he had to return or else the entire underworld would fall apart without him. She thought that meant in a metaphorical sense. She sensed that he was either Italian or Greek, so maybe he was just very religious. It wasn't until she was in the last few months of her pregnancy with her beloved Georgina Janel, that Belle understood.

Her Silas Blackwell was actually Pluto, Roman God of the Underworld. He made sure to spend the last few months with Belle. Even in the months prior, he always managed to help her. She lived in a nice villa, had a full staff and many sevants to help her. And she had a steady amount of income flowing in. When she couldn't do her job at the restaurant, that's when it all came flowing in. Always by Silas. He wanted her to know. Everytime she thought of Silas Blackwell...no, Pluto, a smile crept on her face. And it was during those months she knew he was taking care of her and then the months he would live with her, she understood a few things (and a few others Pluto let her know).

The Tragedy of Georgina Janel

Trigger Warnings: Death, sickness

Mama really loved Papa. My Papa, not Michel's, not Paolo's - by mine. She always told me what he meant to her. Silas Blackwell, as she knew him, she always told me the stories that she could when she could.

When I was born, she said Pluto stayed for as long as he could. I have vague childhood memories of him. Smooth hair. Deep green eyes. The silky smooth voice whenever he would call me by my full name. I remember he had a way of making the whole world revolve around you. Around me. Around Mama. I think I was four when I saw him last. I don't know if he was around every day...memories from that time are a little fuzzy on account I was just a toddler, but the day he left, something changed in Mama. Not long after, she met a man. A business type. Really arrogant and rich, but Mama didn't love Matteo. I knew she didn't because she rarely smiled. Matteo had two sons of his own: Michelangelo and Pablo. Michel and I bonded too quickly for Pablo's liking. That or he hated that I didn't like him one bit.

Pablo and Michel were twins, so maybe that's why he got so fucking butthurt. Not my problem, bud.

Well anyway, for three more years, mama and Matteo remained married, but then she got sick. Like really sick. Even with doctors and all-around care and all the money Matteo Russo could throw at these doctors, nothing could be done. It's been so long, but I think she died shortly after I left for Camp Jupiter. Or well that's not exactly true. I left when she did. Look, I can't explain it, but when she died, I found myself in a different location than where I was living. I was only ten years old when this was happening but I was in some castle. It felt hot but not the kind of hot that would rip my flesh off nor the kind of hot that was unbearable. It was an odd, mystical kind of hot. I was surrounded by skeletons and...little three-headed puppies. They tackled me immediately, licking me. There was a larger one just watching. Not sure if it was watching with joy because of its...puppies were embracing me or watching me to see if I was her next lunch. Suffice to say, I wasn't because I heard an all-too-familiar voice say my name.

"Georgina! La mia bellissima figlia!" A gesture so simple. He said my name and immediately, I could remember being three again. I was in Venice, mama held me in her arms while papa rowed on a boat. It was under a cloudless sky and the moon was brighter than ever. In that moment, I could also hear another voice but I never could figure out who it was. They were protecting me in a warm light. Was it Papa? Or someone else. That memory had always been so foggy, but hearing it...I couldn't help it. I ran to him, hugging him. Mama was here too. She stood while I gave Papa the tightest hug I could muster. My hair making a mess of his silk robe. Mama joined us and it was the best memory I could ever ask for. The best gift I could ask for...but it was bittersweet. I could leave anytime I wanted but...Mama couldn't.

This was a grim truth that we all understood. I didn't want to accept it, but at least...Atleast Belladonna Cantarini was able to spend one more night with Pluto, her Silas, before he laid her soul to rest. The highest of honors that the God of the Underworld could bestow upon souls that come to him. And in the moments that followed, he began to explain to me what will happen. He told me who he really was and...maybe I have always known. He told me about where I will be going and how he would take me as far as he could. Camp Jupiter was going to be my new home. It wouldn't be easy, he expressed that but life for me so far has always been difficult. I have learned how to survive harsh realities and truths and environments. Pluto didn't have to worry about that.

"Good. You are truly my daughter, someone who isn't afraid of the unknown." And then he presented me with three gifts. The first and most important was a necklace with his sigil. It was made from Stygian Iron. "Take this and if you ever feel in danger, press the circle and it will protect you." Hindsight, I would need it my first year and it was a short sword that pulsed black. The second was peace of mind. A matter-of-fact that all I need to do is call upon him and he will send me signs and help. It's a father's duty, after all. And the last thing was a confirmation: "You hear another voice and you know it is watching over you. You will know who that is within a year."

And little did I know it, Papa was right.

He set me off to Oakland Hills. I was eleven when he finally said his first round of goodbyes. I was among some other demigods and the journey through that tunnel would have been one of the scariest things I've experienced, but I had to live through not knowing my father, losing my mother, only liking my step-brother Michel, and then having to say goodbye to Papa again. A little darkness, being raised for a month by a big ass wolf, and then having to endure ten years of hell from Camp Jupiter's worst. I would end up being placed in the Second Cohort. That, apparently, was a good thing because it meant I was one below the highest rank. And what Papa said came true. In the year, when I was enduring and showing a bit of clever skill with strategy, not only did I earn some favors from those in my Cohort and from my own sister of the first Cohort, but one night during the summer, after the end of my first year, the voice presented herself to me. "Tch, took you long enough. But I gotta give you credit. This camp isn't for the weak and you managed to survive. Well done."

It was at that moment, I found out that not all the Gods will be your friend. Still, Diana. The goddess who was with me since...well, for as long as I can remember. She acknowledged me. The Goddess of the Hunt. A few years later, on my 14th birthday, she would reward me for making it that far with a two weapons: An archer's bow and a rope so strong that it can even withstand blows from the sharpest iron and steel. I would fuse that rope with my pugio. In my training, my skills with the Rope Knife became so great, I earned the nickname "Gigi Knifeedge" for my swift accuracy.

I never did make centurion or Praetor. A part of me was fucking bummed because that would have been cool, but honestly, that also sounded like a lot of fucking responsibility that I did NOT want. So I was more than content with my ten years of required service and happily retired to New Rome. It was perfect before I officially retired, I spent a summer with Papa. And of course, I got to see Mama again. It was perfection. Three months of just...being able to say my goodbyes. I have used my powers to talk to her. I couldn't ever let go and I won't do that completely, but she's right. One of the last things she told me. "Mi amore, you'll always have me here - nel tuo cuore. In your heart. I'll be with you always." And I understood what she meant. It's time to stop summoning her for nightly chats when training got too hard.

That was hard but I had to accept it. I just had to. To help me make peace with it, Papa gifted me one final thing: a hellhound puppy. A stray from the pack. She was small and just slightly disformed, but she was perfect. Gigi would love and cherish her. As it would happen, Lucia would protect her mother with her life.

This might be the last time I will be with my mama and papa again until I venture to the Underworld for my final send-off. When that will be, who knows? I just know for as long as I can, I will make the most of my new life. At 21, I leave the Underworld, go to New Rome, and hell yeah, be the best roomie my big sis, Sabina could ever ask for! Oh and her Rex just got a new friend!

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_{Godly Parent:}

Pluto, Roman God of the Dead and Riches, and Lord of the Underworld

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

In direct contrast of her sister, Gigi's relationship with Pluto is supremely more positive and involved. She loves her father and he loves her. She knows he'll always be there for her when she needs him (as much as Pluto can, at least). That's all the comfort that she needs.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

🔪 Necromancy — Gigi, being the daughter of Pluto, is able to command the dead. She can take recently passed souls (within 90 hours of passing) and raise them up into inanimate objects such as suits of armor, or simply as skeletons from graves, and she can command them to do what she wants them to. In her Camp Jupiter days, she would use them in battle, on quests, during training, or really in any combat situation; in recent times, however, they have become her slaves.

Cleaning slaves, that is. Her home with Sabina is big. It's a glorified mansion, so it takes a lot of cleaning. That's a lot of time to devote to such a thing and it's time that Gigi simply doesn't have. Thankfully, she and Sabina can summon their own souls and get the job done twice as quickly. #worksmarternotharder

Gigi can summon up to ten if she's focusing, otherwise she five would suffice. And they can be taken out with a focused strike or some middle-of-the-ground spell.
🔪 Umbrakinesis — Darkness has always been in Gigi's life. For as long as she could remember, it's been one of her main comforts. And now, she can command it. She can wield in ways that protect her like wrapping herself in it, concealing her presence from others (only those of the Underworld would be able to detect her or those with a heightened sense of things). She can also use it in offensive means like knives and bolts of darkness. Her preferred method, however, are tendrils of darkness. They spawn from the shadows when she points at a direction. They are thin but deadly and with pointy edges that can pierce flesh and crack marble. When focused, ten can come to her aid but five is at any given moment. In this case, it is concentration that is key. Distract her and they will lose half their effectiveness including sharpness.

🔪 Shadow Travel — There exists an ability among those of the Underworld the ability to open up a door or a road to and from the underworld. Not all are able to use it, but those who are, vary in effectiveness. Some can move hoards of allies through without any issue or even a small battalion of soldiers. Gigi, as unfortunate as it might be for a daughter of Pluto, is not such a case. She can, however, open up a door and provide safe passage for herself and three others, ensuring no harm came to them while she held the path open. Doing this does tire her out for a week, so whenever she decides to venture into the underworld (often to visit her Papa), she makes sure she has nothing planned for a week (unless Pluto wants to send her away for whatever reason).

🔪 Geokinesis — Gigi has shown the ability to move the earth, create stone of black and hurl them at opponents. She can cause fissures in the ground (similiar to the same effect of a minor aftershock of a 4.0 earthquake or lower). Her control isn't absolute like her father's nor catastrophic like other demis of her ilk, but she is quite capable of handling herself with earth.
🔪 Chrimatakinesis (limited) — Because of her father being a god of wealth as well, Gigi is able to manipulate wealth to the extent of being able to tell real money from fake money, barter in shops as long as it relates to cash exchanges, and surprisingly, she's kind of a wiz at math. Go figure, huh?

🔪 Ferrokinesis (limited to precious metals) — As an extension, Gigi can summon rare and precious metals and gemstones from the earth or even turn regular metals into gemstones as long as the properties are similar enough (i.e turning coals into diamonds, corundum into rubies and sapphires). This is noted by her collection of metals and minerals.

🔪 Death Sense — Less of a power and more of a feeling, Gigi has always been able to tell when someone's soul is about pass through the river and into her father's domain. It's been with her for as long as she can remember. It started when she was really young and when her Mama was sick. She could tell her mama's time was coming soon. And because she can't turn it on or off, it's tied directly to her empathy and when it happens - when death comes and takes a life naturally - she feels it in her soul. Deep depression overtakes her and almost makes her catatonic. The side effect of it being the only ability she has that she has zero control over.

Legacy:

Diana, Roman Goddess of the Hunt, Woodlands, the Moon, and Childbirth.

_{Legacy Abilities:}

🔪 Enhanced Hunting — Gigi is an expert tracker and hunter, knowing where to strike an animal and how to find it should she need to. She even rivals the Huntresses of Diana (of which Diana has stated Gigi has an open invitation should she ever desire it).
🔪 Knifemanship - Gigi knows how to use a knife and knows how to use it well. Given that the knife/pugio is her preferred weapon, she can use it with an absolute mastery of skill. She knows how to use other types of knives, daggers, and even very short swords if given enough time.
🔪 Enhanced Vision - Gigi's ability to see far exceeds that of a normal demigod. It ties in with her ability to hunt and hunt well. She can see nearly two miles ahead of her when she focuses and about a mile ahead of her when she isn't.

_Cohort:

Second Cohort.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Never went past seasoned grunt. Gigi wasn't built for that kind of responsiblity.

Fatal Flaw:

Crippling and Isolating Empathy — To sum it up, Gigi hold a deep empathy for life. She feels the weight that the loss of life brings into the world. If it's someone she knows, it's a danger to her own life, but the general loss of life: an animal, a fellow demigod, or even nature itself, she feels it so intensely that it sends her into an emotional catatonic state of depression. One that makes her isolate herself from her friends, from her family, from everyone that wants to help her. It's her version of the manic stage of Bipolar: where she has her highs, she has her lows and the lows happen every time death comes.

Weapons:

🔪 Corda Degli Inferi _{(Rope of the Underworld)} — A highly durable rope made from rendered down stygian iron into a mix of fabric and iron that can easily attach itself to the bottom of any small projectile. In its dormant form, it takes the form of a onyx-colored bracelet with green jewels around it.

🔪 Pugio Rope Knife — Gigi's preferred weapon of choice. It is forged from Imperial Gold. Specifically, she pairs her underworld rope with it to utilize both in the same way of a rope knife, but the difference here is instead of having a hold of the knife and twirling around (which she also does), she launches it similar to Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. Her bracelet acts as the anchor in which it is launched from.

🔪 Stygian Iron Gladius — The perfect fusion of her Roman heritage and underworld ties, Gigi's preferred close-quarters weapon is a gladius. The double-edged nature works in her nature because she trained herself to utilize it with minimal recoil. Unlike the common gladius (and most roman weapons) being made from Imperial Gold, Gigi's Gladius was forged from Stygian Iron, making giving it a black hue with a silver sheen.

Misc Information:

🔪 Not only can Gigi speak fluent Latin due to her Roman heritage, but she speaks fluent Italian (all dialects) thanks to her being born in Italy. As a result of this, as well, Gigi's voice has a deep quality to it, but with an italian accent
🔪 Gigi might have an undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder
🔪 Her favorite colors are crimson red, periwinkle purple, lavender, and black
🔪 Her favorite flowers are orchids and poppys
🔪 She is a big fan of old school romance movies like Cassanova, modern horror like Get Out and Insidious, and pretty much all 80s coming of age movies by John Hughes. Honorable mention to Edge of Seventeen.
🔪 Her favorite genre is "badass female rock", meaning bands like The Pretty Reckless, Halstorm, and Evanescence. She also loves solo artists like Ariana Grande, Rihanna, K. Flay, and Bishop Briggs
🔪 Gigi's happy place is in the forest/woods. Whenever she wants to decompress or just get away from everything, she likes to camp out there for a week.

🔪 Alternatively, she Shadow Travels to the underworld to spend a week with Papa.

🔪 Her love language is spending time with those she loves
🔪 If you want to help her feel better, cook for her. Or let her cook. Honestly, food is another love language regardless. She really loves food and especially pasta. Authentic Venetian pasta is superior to anything else
🔪 Loves to party and socialize with everyone and anyone! Any chance she gets to show off a new fit that she got from the underworld or some trips she made to Milan. Fashion is important to her
🔪 Owns a Yamaha Cruiser Motorcycle that has been outfitted with a Stygian Iron framework, allowing to be used as a catalyst for Shadow Travel.
🔪 Has a year old Hellhound named Lucia. She is very fond of Sabina's Rex.
🔪 Smells like incense, dry soil, agarwood, and wildflowers.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Gigi Russo, Of Riches and Wilderness

_{Victoria Konefal | Amethyst/#9966cc}
"Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell-raiser, always a strong woman." —R.H. Sin

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_Name:

Georgina Janel Russo
_{↳Common nickname: Gigi
Common title/Callsign: Knifeedge}

_Age:

22 | November 21st | Scorpio-Saggitarius Cusp (more Sag than Scorpio)

_Gender:

Hot ass female (She/her)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Mentally, she's a pansexual
Physically, she's a raging bisexual
Spiritually, she's a demiromantic

"I don't know, I'm a complicated bitch."

_Ethnicity:

Italian (Venetian, Roman)

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

11 years - ten in Camp Jupiter, 1 year in New Rome, living with her sister.

_{Place of Birth:}

Venice Italy, lived in Tuscany Italy until she was 11.
Spent some months in the Underworld before venturing to Camp Jupiter

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

TBD

Friends

TBD

Enemies

Hopefully none

Family

The only ones that matter:
Belladonna "Belle" Cantarini - 29 (had Gigi at 19) - Mother - FC: Alice Pagani
Sabina Kiskova - my sister <3
Michelangelo "Michel" Russo - 25 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: Jack Falahee
Matteo Russo - 46 - Stepfather - Alive - Vineyard owner - FC: Gillies Marini
Pablo Russo - 23 - Stepbrother - Alive - FC: Brando Pancitto

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"Look here she comes now, bow down and stare in wonder!
Oh, how we love you! No flaws when you're pretending " — Everybody's Fool — Evanescence

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_Appearance

Height: 5'6/168cm
Hair: Light Brown || Smooth, wavy, layered || Drops down to her mid-back || Tends to leave it be, but sometimes loops it into a single ponytail, sometimes a high ponytail, and sometimes braided. Gigi will also experiment with space buns and the like || Uses accessories to enhance the look of her hair like broaches, clips, hair ties and even decorative accessories like flowers.
Eyes: Hazel green (or brown depending on the lighting) || Deep purple when Diana's Blessing is active
Body Type: Hourglass figure that leans on being toned || "This isn't just good genes. I worked hard to achieve my body. And damn it, if it makes me sound vain but I know I look good!"
Clothing Style: Gigi has always been something of a "more black the better" kind of girl. A lot of the kinds of clothes she wore growing up and also the kinds she wears now (though not as much now) has always been black, grey, some red, but definitely black. Her style has been called "Edgy biker chic". Which, to her, that wasn't completely far off. She has always dressed like someone who grew up in biker culture: leather jacket, dark colors, band t-shirts. Even as she grew up, most of that hasn't changed, but she's learned how to change her style up just enough to stay true to her roots but be hot about it. She goes with bold colors like a pink skirt with a black top. Or red skirt with black top (because red and black ALWAYS go together). She goes into different designs like pokadots and striped and even some floral-patterened sundresses feel nice.

But one important thing to note about Gigi is that she likes showing off her body. Tastefully, mind you, but she has no shame in showing a bit of skin. Yeah, definitely might be a little vain.
Casual
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Leather Jacket}

Party and Formal Wear
_{Clubbing fit
Formal Sexy
Formal Formal
Dress I
Dress II}
Body Markings: On her right inner-forearm, Gigi has her brand of her papa's sigil, SPQR, and an individual tally of the ten years of her service.

She doesn't have any other tattoos to note of.

She has five piercings in total: earlobe, helix, eyebrow, nose, and right eyebrow.

As far as any scars, Gigi has a few from service that have mostly healed on her back. She does retain a nasty scar she acquired during a training session in her fifth year of service that went from her right shoulder to her elbow (outer arm) that never properly healed, so it's a nasty scar.

_Personality:

Confident → loyal → compassionate → self-sufficient → aggressive → intense → stubborn → sassy → deeply empathetic → abrasive → vain

At her core, Gigi is a truly and deeply empathetic person. She feels intensely with others' pain, she understands it, and she weaps for the loss of life more than anyone you could know. Because of that, she keeps most of her feelings sealed behind a semi-facade of confidence. It's not a complete ruse because she is confident. She acts the part, she is brash when pushed, and her whole demeanor is strike first and hard. It's not exactly off-putting. She's never mean intentionally, but she does carry a lot of sass in her. This is her way of coping with the eternal sadness in her heart for the constant loss of life she can sense. That same of loss of life flips her like a switch. Maybe an undiagnosed bipolar or just...really in touch with her feelings, but once the loss of life happens, Gigi's bravado and confidence is rendered down to someone overwhelmed with emotions, almost giving her a temporary state of depression.

To her friends and family she has at New Rome, they know what signs to look for. Gigi is a talkative person. Always smiling. Beaming with energy and life, but in that snap, she'll go quiet. She'll isolate herself to the point where you won't see her for a week. Her heart is full, but when it breaks for the passing of souls, that death sense of hers makes her as dead as them but more like the kind of wandering soul without a guide. It passes eventually, but it lingers until she comes out for air. Those close to her know to let her come to them rather than them trying to force it. In this state, there's something of a stubbornness from her own will that refuses to do anything but wallow in under the cloud of despair her empathy creates.

_History:

The Tale of Belladonna Contarini

Trigger warnings: war, death, slavery, sexual assault mentions,

This is the life of Gigi Russo, or rather, perhaps it is more accurate to say the tragedy of Georgina Janel, daughter of Belladonna and Pluto, and should she ever want it, Huntress of Diana.

This tale starts twenty-three years ago in Milan Italy where a younger Belladonna Contarini. She was orphaned when she was a young girl, due to a civil war that broke out in her hometown of Florence. She fled with her parent from Florence to prospect of work in Venice, but somewhere along the way, she got separated from them and found herself in servitude to a band of rebels. Or terrorists, depending on who you asked. The civil war took lots of lives and an eleven year old Belle assumed her parents were among them. So over the years, she grew accustomed to life never going the way she planned. She never thought Italy would return, if only briefly, to its authoritarian roots from the 1920s. She never thought there would be a revolution which would put it on the progressive way, and she never thought she'd ever find love. Belle had resigned to the fact that nobody would want her. The bandits that took her in got rid of her when she was fifteen and she's been on the street ever since. People took pity on her and she had taken rides, did favors she probably shouldn't have, and sold her soul to a metaphorical devil to make her parents' dream come true

Because that is, at the end of it all, what Belle wanted to make happen. Her parents never got the chance to make it to Venice, but Belle did. And for all the crap life threw at her, for all the things that she never wanted to do were done by her, she made it when she was nineteen. She had to scratch and claw her way through begging on the street and doing more things she didn't want to: favors for men, more begging on the street, and even thievery, but she found a job. It was at a high-end restaurant, to which she had to...acquire a dress for work. There she served. This seemed to be a common thing in her life. Serving others who are richer than her, who have a nicer roof over their heads than her. She began to grow intensely bitter until she met one man. His eyes were an odd shade of brown, almost auburn and even red in certain lights. She couldn't tell if he was Italian or foreign but the way he carried herself gave her a bit of..something she hadn't felt in a really long time.

Calamity.

For weeks, this man, who she would come to know was named Silas Blackwell. Silas would come to be one of her regulars and every day just before the daily lunch rush but clearly after they started serving lunch, he would always order the same thing: Bigole in Salsa and Ricotta Crustini. Two separate dishes but always every day and what was strange is he always gave her a tip specifically. But there was something about the way this man carried himself. He seemed deeply interested in Belle herself, not what she had to offer, not the favors she could give him. But just Belladonna Contarini, the woman.

So they became closer than any patron and waitress probably would be. Her job was risked every time he came around because she would be the worst waitress ever. All her time would be spent talking to him and hearing about his travels. For the few weeks she got to see him, he'd say he was on vacation from his job. When asked, he just said "Import and Export of rare goods". Right, because that wasn't shady. She didn't know what that really meant until one day 9 months later. After those initial few weeks, Belle found herself not just without the man who had captivated her, saying he had to return or else the entire underworld would fall apart without him. She thought that meant in a metaphorical sense. She sensed that he was either Italian or Greek, so maybe he was just very religious. It wasn't until she was in the last few months of her pregnancy with her beloved Georgina Janel, that Belle understood.

Her Silas Blackwell was actually Pluto, Roman God of the Underworld. He made sure to spend the last few months with Belle. Even in the months prior, he always managed to help her. She lived in a nice villa, had a full staff and many sevants to help her. And she had a steady amount of income flowing in. When she couldn't do her job at the restaurant, that's when it all came flowing in. Always by Silas. He wanted her to know. Everytime she thought of Silas Blackwell...no, Pluto, a smile crept on her face. And it was during those months she knew he was taking care of her and then the months he would live with her, she understood a few things (and a few others Pluto let her know).

The Tragedy of Georgina Janel

Trigger Warnings: Death, sickness

Mama really loved Papa. My Papa, not Michel's, not Paolo's - by mine. She always told me what he meant to her. Silas Blackwell, as she knew him, she always told me the stories that she could when she could.

When I was born, she said Pluto stayed for as long as he could. I have vague childhood memories of him. Smooth hair. Deep green eyes. The silky smooth voice whenever he would call me by my full name. I remember he had a way of making the whole world revolve around you. Around me. Around Mama. I think I was four when I saw him last. I don't know if he was around every day...memories from that time are a little fuzzy on account I was just a toddler, but the day he left, something changed in Mama. Not long after, she met a man. A business type. Really arrogant and rich, but Mama didn't love Matteo. I knew she didn't because she rarely smiled. Matteo had two sons of his own: Michelangelo and Pablo. Michel and I bonded too quickly for Pablo's liking. That or he hated that I didn't like him one bit.

Pablo and Michel were twins, so maybe that's why he got so fucking butthurt. Not my problem, bud.

Well anyway, for three more years, mama and Matteo remained married, but then she got sick. Like really sick. Even with doctors and all-around care and all the money Matteo Russo could throw at these doctors, nothing could be done. It's been so long, but I think she died shortly after I left for Camp Jupiter. Or well that's not exactly true. I left when she did. Look, I can't explain it, but when she died, I found myself in a different location than where I was living. I was only ten years old when this was happening but I was in some castle. It felt hot but not the kind of hot that would rip my flesh off nor the kind of hot that was unbearable. It was an odd, mystical kind of hot. I was surrounded by skeletons and...little three-headed puppies. They tackled me immediately, licking me. There was a larger one just watching. Not sure if it was watching with joy because of its...puppies were embracing me or watching me to see if I was her next lunch. Suffice to say, I wasn't because I heard an all-too-familiar voice say my name.

"Georgina! La mia bellissima figlia!" A gesture so simple. He said my name and immediately, I could remember being three again. I was in Venice, mama held me in her arms while papa rowed on a boat. It was under a cloudless sky and the moon was brighter than ever. In that moment, I could also hear another voice but I never could figure out who it was. They were protecting me in a warm light. Was it Papa? Or someone else. That memory had always been so foggy, but hearing it...I couldn't help it. I ran to him, hugging him. Mama was here too. She stood while I gave Papa the tightest hug I could muster. My hair making a mess of his silk robe. Mama joined us and it was the best memory I could ever ask for. The best gift I could ask for...but it was bittersweet. I could leave anytime I wanted but...Mama couldn't.

This was a grim truth that we all understood. I didn't want to accept it, but at least...Atleast Belladonna Cantarini was able to spend one more night with Pluto, her Silas, before he laid her soul to rest. The highest of honors that the God of the Underworld could bestow upon souls that come to him. And in the moments that followed, he began to explain to me what will happen. He told me who he really was and...maybe I have always known. He told me about where I will be going and how he would take me as far as he could. Camp Jupiter was going to be my new home. It wouldn't be easy, he expressed that but life for me so far has always been difficult. I have learned how to survive harsh realities and truths and environments. Pluto didn't have to worry about that.

"Good. You are truly my daughter, someone who isn't afraid of the unknown." And then he presented me with three gifts. The first and most important was a necklace with his sigil. It was made from Stygian Iron. "Take this and if you ever feel in danger, press the circle and it will protect you." Hindsight, I would need it my first year and it was a short sword that pulsed black. The second was peace of mind. A matter-of-fact that all I need to do is call upon him and he will send me signs and help. It's a father's duty, after all. And the last thing was a confirmation: "You hear another voice and you know it is watching over you. You will know who that is within a year."

And little did I know it, Papa was right.

He set me off to Oakland Hills. I was eleven when he finally said his first round of goodbyes. I was among some other demigods and the journey through that tunnel would have been one of the scariest things I've experienced, but I had to live through not knowing my father, losing my mother, only liking my step-brother Michel, and then having to say goodbye to Papa again. A little darkness, being raised for a month by a big ass wolf, and then having to endure ten years of hell from Camp Jupiter's worst. I would end up being placed in the Second Cohort. That, apparently, was a good thing because it meant I was one below the highest rank. And what Papa said came true. In the year, when I was enduring and showing a bit of clever skill with strategy, not only did I earn some favors from those in my Cohort and from my own sister of the first Cohort, but one night during the summer, after the end of my first year, the voice presented herself to me. "Tch, took you long enough. But I gotta give you credit. This camp isn't for the weak and you managed to survive. Well done."

It was at that moment, I found out that not all the Gods will be your friend. Still, Diana. The goddess who was with me since...well, for as long as I can remember. She acknowledged me. The Goddess of the Hunt. A few years later, on my 14th birthday, she would reward me for making it that far with a two weapons: An archer's bow and a rope so strong that it can even withstand blows from the sharpest iron and steel. I would fuse that rope with my pugio. In my training, my skills with the Rope Knife became so great, I earned the nickname "Gigi Knifeedge" for my swift accuracy.

I never did make centurion or Praetor. A part of me was fucking bummed because that would have been cool, but honestly, that also sounded like a lot of fucking responsibility that I did NOT want. So I was more than content with my ten years of required service and happily retired to New Rome. It was perfect before I officially retired, I spent a summer with Papa. And of course, I got to see Mama again. It was perfection. Three months of just...being able to say my goodbyes. I have used my powers to talk to her. I couldn't ever let go and I won't do that completely, but she's right. One of the last things she told me. "Mi amore, you'll always have me here - nel tuo cuore. In your heart. I'll be with you always." And I understood what she meant. It's time to stop summoning her for nightly chats when training got too hard.

That was hard but I had to accept it. I just had to. To help me make peace with it, Papa gifted me one final thing: a hellhound puppy. A stray from the pack. She was small and just slightly disformed, but she was perfect. Gigi would love and cherish her. As it would happen, Lucia would protect her mother with her life.

This might be the last time I will be with my mama and papa again until I venture to the Underworld for my final send-off. When that will be, who knows? I just know for as long as I can, I will make the most of my new life. At 21, I leave the Underworld, go to New Rome, and hell yeah, be the best roomie my big sis, Sabina could ever ask for! Oh and her Rex just got a new friend!

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_{Godly Parent:}

Pluto, Roman God of the Dead and Riches, and Lord of the Underworld

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

In direct contrast of her sister, Gigi's relationship with Pluto is supremely more positive and involved. She loves her father and he loves her. She knows he'll always be there for her when she needs him (as much as Pluto can, at least). That's all the comfort that she needs.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

🔪 Necromancy — Gigi, being the daughter of Pluto, is able to command the dead. She can take recently passed souls (within 90 hours of passing) and raise them up into inanimate objects such as suits of armor, or simply as skeletons from graves, and she can command them to do what she wants them to. In her Camp Jupiter days, she would use them in battle, on quests, during training, or really in any combat situation; in recent times, however, they have become her slaves.

Cleaning slaves, that is. Her home with Sabina is big. It's a glorified mansion, so it takes a lot of cleaning. That's a lot of time to devote to such a thing and it's time that Gigi simply doesn't have. Thankfully, she and Sabina can summon their own souls and get the job done twice as quickly. #worksmarternotharder

Gigi can summon up to ten if she's focusing, otherwise she five would suffice. And they can be taken out with a focused strike or some middle-of-the-ground spell.
🔪 Umbrakinesis — Darkness has always been in Gigi's life. For as long as she could remember, it's been one of her main comforts. And now, she can command it. She can wield in ways that protect her like wrapping herself in it, concealing her presence from others (only those of the Underworld would be able to detect her or those with a heightened sense of things). She can also use it in offensive means like knives and bolts of darkness. Her preferred method, however, are tendrils of darkness. They spawn from the shadows when she points at a direction. They are thin but deadly and with pointy edges that can pierce flesh and crack marble. When focused, ten can come to her aid but five is at any given moment. In this case, it is concentration that is key. Distract her and they will lose half their effectiveness including sharpness.

🔪 Shadow Travel — There exists an ability among those of the Underworld the ability to open up a door or a road to and from the underworld. Not all are able to use it, but those who are, vary in effectiveness. Some can move hoards of allies through without any issue or even a small battalion of soldiers. Gigi, as unfortunate as it might be for a daughter of Pluto, is not such a case. She can, however, open up a door and provide safe passage for herself and three others, ensuring no harm came to them while she held the path open. Doing this does tire her out for a week, so whenever she decides to venture into the underworld (often to visit her Papa), she makes sure she has nothing planned for a week (unless Pluto wants to send her away for whatever reason).

🔪 Geokinesis — Gigi has shown the ability to move the earth, create stone of black and hurl them at opponents. She can cause fissures in the ground (similiar to the same effect of a minor aftershock of a 4.0 earthquake or lower). Her control isn't absolute like her father's nor catastrophic like other demis of her ilk, but she is quite capable of handling herself with earth.
🔪 Chrimatakinesis (limited) — Because of her father being a god of wealth as well, Gigi is able to manipulate wealth to the extent of being able to tell real money from fake money, barter in shops as long as it relates to cash exchanges, and surprisingly, she's kind of a wiz at math. Go figure, huh?

🔪 Ferrokinesis (limited to precious metals) — As an extension, Gigi can summon rare and precious metals and gemstones from the earth or even turn regular metals into gemstones as long as the properties are similar enough (i.e turning coals into diamonds, corundum into rubies and sapphires). This is noted by her collection of metals and minerals.

🔪 Death Sense — Less of a power and more of a feeling, Gigi has always been able to tell when someone's soul is about pass through the river and into her father's domain. It's been with her for as long as she can remember. It started when she was really young and when her Mama was sick. She could tell her mama's time was coming soon. And because she can't turn it on or off, it's tied directly to her empathy and when it happens - when death comes and takes a life naturally - she feels it in her soul. Deep depression overtakes her and almost makes her catatonic. The side effect of it being the only ability she has that she has zero control over.

Legacy:

Diana, Roman Goddess of the Hunt, Woodlands, the Moon, and Childbirth.

_{Legacy Abilities:}

🔪 Enhanced Hunting — Gigi is an expert tracker and hunter, knowing where to strike an animal and how to find it should she need to. She even rivals the Huntresses of Diana (of which Diana has stated Gigi has an open invitation should she ever desire it).
🔪 Knifemanship - Gigi knows how to use a knife and knows how to use it well. Given that the knife/pugio is her preferred weapon, she can use it with an absolute mastery of skill. She knows how to use other types of knives, daggers, and even very short swords if given enough time.
🔪 Enhanced Vision - Gigi's ability to see far exceeds that of a normal demigod. It ties in with her ability to hunt and hunt well. She can see nearly two miles ahead of her when she focuses and about a mile ahead of her when she isn't.

_Cohort:

Second Cohort.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Never went past seasoned grunt. Gigi wasn't built for that kind of responsiblity.

Fatal Flaw:

Crippling and Isolating Empathy — To sum it up, Gigi hold a deep empathy for life. She feels the weight that the loss of life brings into the world. If it's someone she knows, it's a danger to her own life, but the general loss of life: an animal, a fellow demigod, or even nature itself, she feels it so intensely that it sends her into an emotional catatonic state of depression. One that makes her isolate herself from her friends, from her family, from everyone that wants to help her. It's her version of the manic stage of Bipolar: where she has her highs, she has her lows and the lows happen every time death comes.

Weapons:

🔪 Corda Degli Inferi _{(Rope of the Underworld)} — A highly durable rope made from rendered down stygian iron into a mix of fabric and iron that can easily attach itself to the bottom of any small projectile. In its dormant form, it takes the form of a onyx-colored bracelet with green jewels around it.

🔪 Pugio Rope Knife — Gigi's preferred weapon of choice. It is forged from Imperial Gold. Specifically, she pairs her underworld rope with it to utilize both in the same way of a rope knife, but the difference here is instead of having a hold of the knife and twirling around (which she also does), she launches it similar to Scorpion from Mortal Kombat. Her bracelet acts as the anchor in which it is launched from.

🔪 Stygian Iron Gladius — The perfect fusion of her Roman heritage and underworld ties, Gigi's preferred close-quarters weapon is a gladius. The double-edged nature works in her nature because she trained herself to utilize it with minimal recoil. Unlike the common gladius (and most roman weapons) being made from Imperial Gold, Gigi's Gladius was forged from Stygian Iron, making giving it a black hue with a silver sheen.

Misc Information:

🔪 Not only can Gigi speak fluent Latin due to her Roman heritage, but she speaks fluent Italian (all dialects) thanks to her being born in Italy. As a result of this, as well, Gigi's voice has a deep quality to it, but with an italian accent
🔪 Gigi might have an undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder
🔪 Her favorite colors are crimson red, periwinkle purple, lavender, and black
🔪 Her favorite flowers are orchids and poppys
🔪 She is a big fan of old school romance movies like Cassanova, modern horror like Get Out and Insidious, and pretty much all 80s coming of age movies by John Hughes. Honorable mention to Edge of Seventeen.
🔪 Her favorite genre is "badass female rock", meaning bands like The Pretty Reckless, Halstorm, and Evanescence. She also loves solo artists like Ariana Grande, Rihanna, K. Flay, and Bishop Briggs
🔪 Gigi's happy place is in the forest/woods. Whenever she wants to decompress or just get away from everything, she likes to camp out there for a week.

🔪 Alternatively, she Shadow Travels to the underworld to spend a week with Papa.

🔪 Her love language is spending time with those she loves
🔪 If you want to help her feel better, cook for her. Or let her cook. Honestly, food is another love language regardless. She really loves food and especially pasta. Authentic Venetian pasta is superior to anything else
🔪 Loves to party and socialize with everyone and anyone! Any chance she gets to show off a new fit that she got from the underworld or some trips she made to Milan. Fashion is important to her
🔪 Owns a Yamaha Cruiser Motorcycle that has been outfitted with a Stygian Iron framework, allowing to be used as a catalyst for Shadow Travel.
🔪 Has a year old Hellhound named Lucia. She is very fond of Sabina's Rex.
🔪 Smells like incense, dry soil, agarwood, and wildflowers.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Derex "Rex" Steiner, Of War and Honor

_{Florian Munteanu | Mohangany/#c04000}
"Decisions, not conditions, determine what a man is." —Viktor Franki

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_Name:

Derex Steiner
_{↳Common nickname: Rex
Common title/Callsign: The Bull}

_Age:

28 | May 10th | Taurus

_Gender:

Male (born as one and identifies as one)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Straight

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian (German, Austrian, Roman)

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

Total: 17 years
Arrived at Camp Jupiter when he was 11 after spending some time with Wolfmother
After his 10 years of required service and an additional 3 years he willingly signed up for, Rex proved himself and moved to New Rome when he turned 25.

_{Place of Birth:}

Birthplace - Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Bavaria, Germany (lived there for 5 years)
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois, USA (lived there until he was 11)
Current home: Camp Jupiter (from ages 11-25), New Rome (Age 25-Present)

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

Currently lives with Eden in their home and with their three dogs.

Friends

Avery - Easily his best friend in Camp Jupiter/New Rome. He has known her the longest and they even serve on the senate together. They have a playful, sibling-like realtionship.

Noah - "My little slave train that could." - Rex and Noah have a close relationship that dates all the way back to their days in the Fourth Cohort. She's a lazy little redhead but at least when it comes to the forge, she doesn't slack and most of his complex weapons and thingamajigs were almost exclusively forged by her hands alone.
Colter - Morning coffee buds. Fellow enthusiasts of food.

Enemies

Luka and his overconfident ass

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"I stand with both arms folded under my chest
'Cause I know I won't stop
'Til I'm the last one left" — Hungry — Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard

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_Appearance

🐂 Height: 6'5"/193cm
🐂 Hair: shaved | Dark brown || Rex typically doesn't keep his hair. He shaves it regularly, preferring the feel of a shaved head (either buzzcut or getting as close to the scalp as he can). He does, however, keep a facial hair assortment (sideburns, beard, and mustache). He's been told it looks good on him and he has to agree.
🐂 Eyes: Brown
🐂Body Type: Built like a bull: powerful. Muscular. Robust. || 255lbs/116kg
🐂 Clothing Style: A Demigod of many skins, Rex always embodies "Beast Mode" regardless what he's wearing. It's a state of mind at this point. Always appear ready, be fit, be stylish but always be ready! In his younger days, Rex was the type to wear loose fitting shirts, basketball shorts (and shorts like it), Jordan Airforce 1s (he has a massive collection), and an assortment of single-colored chains (typically gold or silver) and watches that would make even Flavor Flav jealous.

In recent years since he moved from Camp Jupiter to New Rome and Rex matured, so did his style. Now he has replaced the shorts for jeans and suit pants. He's replaced the loose shirts for dress shirts that stick to him like the golden armor he wears into battle. He still wears his Jordan Airforce 1s, but as a senator, he also has extended his collection to include top of the line dress shoes made from the finest leather money can buy. His accessories haven't changed. He still has watches and chains, but now his closet includes one other addition: suits. Most of them single colored but Rex has enough suits that would let him wear a different one every day of the calendar week. You may see him in red or blue or a deep orange or dark green or black or white. Just think White Steve Harvey (but with thinner eyebrows and a not so-Mr-Potato-Head face.)
Casual
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II
III
Armor _{Armor was also worn during his Centurion days
Armor
Special Bull Helm}
Senate
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Formal
_{Toga
Suit I
Suit II}
🐂 Body Markings: Over the years, Rex has...acquired many scars and general markings on his body for one reason or another. Some through painful reminders that some campers wanted him to remember and some were simply decisions made by him.

Scars — Rex's brand is on his right forearm. He gave 13 years to service, so he has thirteen lines.
He has many scars across his body. Some have healed only partially. Mainly they're on his torso and back, but one that originated as a training lesson gone wrong is above his right eyebrow. A bad spathas blow nicked him so good that even after healing, it wouldn't fully restore. Rex prefers it that way. It's a scar that reminds him of where he came from and how hard he had to fight.
Piercings — Just his ears. One ear actually. The lobe.
Tattoos — Three - a bull's head across his back.
A green tree over his heart in honor of his Eden. It's a circular design with a tree held within it.
On his left forearm, a hammer with lightning around it in honor of his legacy.

_Personality:

Audacious → brave → altruistic → protective → loyal → chivalrous → principled → fiery → passionate → unyielding → stubborn → reckless (to a fault) → pugnacious → BULLHEADED

Rex has always and continues to be an audacious and bold individual, often with a dose of recklessness and some bullheadedness. He values the friendship of those he cares deeply for (and even those who he might simply be acquaintances with). There is no single person in his life that he wouldn't give his life for. He would never sacrifice them to save his life. At times, especially during battle (and it's written in the records) that Rex willingly put himself on the line so that others were able to move on into safety. Those people were weaker than him but he never saw them as lesser than him.

That's the kind of man that Rex Steiner build his reputation in Camp Jupiter with. His very first act came even before he arrived to camp and so his courage and bravery started from the very beginning with an act that impressed so many. And sometimes, to his own fault and against the advice of others (those probably trying to keep him from dying) he kept at it. Every single time, Rex put his neck on the line for his fellow Demigod. Whether it was a team challenge or simply force partnerships, in his mind, it would not serve either of them well if he just looked out for himself. Rex has never done that. There's not a single selfish bone in his body, even if it would serve him better to show a little of that.

What Rex does have in his body, however, is a fuse so short and a temper so quick to trigger that you wonder just how this man made it all the way to Senator of New Rome. During his younger years, he was tormented. Whether that was because of a "hazing the new blood" approach some older campers had or maybe it was that they hated he dressed better than them, but he knew: Thor claimed him as his legacy from an early age and when word got around, people hated that. And maybe somewhere in his mind, that made him want to fight anyone who dared look at him.

Younger Rex might have been a courageous, bold, sometimes stubborn boy, but he was also going nowhere. He was The Bull and all he saw was crimson. Years of conditioning and self-therapy via training and finding a friend in Avery to ground him, Rex became the man that he is today: a still courageous, stubborn bull who now has a grip on who he is, what he wants, and where he's going. He lives to serve his people as one of their representatives on the Senate, which he will do everything he can to help them. As he always has.

_History:

🐂 Rex was born in a small town in Germany
🐂 Olyanna Huber would meet Mars when she was just 19 years old. She had just moved to Bravaria and on the off chance, she was in a market and in classic meet-cute style, she met Mars...though at the time, she only knew him as Marco. For five months, they were in a relationship. On the last night, when she was told who he was, he gave her a necklace and to give it to their Son. Mars would visit once more when Derex was born. Mars was the one who named him. That was the last time they saw each other.
🐂 He lived in said village for 5 years with his mother, father, and baby sister (she is 3 years younger than he is)
🐂 His father (or who he'd know was his father for a time) came from nothing and was part of a long line of lumber mill workers. His family owned it
🐂 When Rex was five, his father sold it and used that money to move his family to Chicago due to a job offer to manage a Boxing Gym
🐂 They moved into a small apartment and then eventually into a house. It was nothing major but it gave them a home. And Rex a foundation
🐂 While living in Chicago, Rex started to find friends and a passion for three things as a young boy: boxing, sports, and Power Rangers. God he loved that show and because it was the perfect example of normal people doing saving others whenever they got an alert. Rex identified with that. Sure, bright colors and high-octane action drew him in but Rex could see the themes, he understood the message, and that's what really drove him to become the man that he is today.
🐂 During his youth, Rex was always getting into trouble. He was always bigger than most kids his age and sometimes those who thought they were big would like to pick a fight with him and that's why Rex took up boxing. He wanted to fight back but soon learned he had a knack for it and hit too hard. Sometimes when he would hit, the kids were unconscious, so he knew he had to find ways to not hit them as hard and had to learn control. That's where Boxing and Meditation came into play. They helped him center himself.
🐂 Sometime during his last few years (he didn't know this at the time), Rex started to see weird symbols in class. It started only happening a couple of times a week. But over the course of a few months, he'd see them anytime he read, answered a text message, looked out the window, and even when he was just laying in his bed. It got to the point where he couldn't go an hour without seeing them: weird symbols, foreign to him
🐂 Throughout his childhood, Rex had always felt a presence near him. He couldn't explain it and sure as hell couldn't quite put it into words, but there was a force always with him. In his dreams and in the back of his mind. That voice would give him advice, make him think smarter and not harder. That same voice became increasingly louder and louder as the final months and weeks and then eventually days that Rex unknowingly would spend in Chicago.
🐂 Then that voice appeared to him in a dream. Rex was standing at the center of the Chicago Bulls arena, dead center where he had seen Jamal Johnson score a half-court 3-pointer to win against the 76ers to win the All-Star game. There was a wolf, black as the onyx dagger his father has in his office and with eyes almost as red as the Bulls image, spoke to him. "You little shit, this is where you choose as your home away from home? Fine. Listen here, boy." He spoke and Rex had to blink cause he swore it was just his imagination, but then the voice spoke again, "You're gonna be leaving this dump of a city. And yes, you probably will fight it but man the fuck up! You are my son - A son of War. The Son of Mars and all this shit you've been seeing for months put a target on your back. Go find your mother, tell her 'the sun sets west and the wolf howls a path' that woman will know what it means." Before the voice inside the wolf left, he turned and almost like a smile. "Rex, you're gonna have a tough life. You're gonna hate it at that Camp, especially when they find out about the other one looking out for you, but as my witness, I, Mars, the God of War, claim you as mine. And when the time comes, maybe we'll share a cup of wine and actually talk shit out. Or you can fight me. Once you've proven yourself."
🐂 And so it was. Rex went to his mother, told her what happened, and after some hard truths, Rex went with Olyanna, his mother, on a flight for Oakland. It was the most silent that either of them had gone but before she would have say goodbye to her 11 year old son, she gave him a necklace. It had a three-inch diamond (more shape than actual diamond) serving as the pendent part and she told him "Squeeze it when you feel in danger. Your father...Mars wanted me to give it to you when the time came." And Rex would soon find out, a lot sooner than Olyanna probably anticipated, that the pendent was a short sword (a spathas) and as he and a few other Demigod children were going down a tunnel, allegedly to meet Lupa, the Wolf-Mother who would take them in to raise them. Before that could happen, though, creatures that looked like imps were coming down the way they came and Rex didn't know if the others had means of defending themselves, but Rex didn't wait. he took his necklace, ripped it off his neck, squeezed the pendent part, and it grew into a short sword. Rex was large for an 11-year-old, which helped him. He swung for dear life, not having actual training and allowed the others to escape.
🐂 Rex's heroics didn't last long because the imp-like creatures were overpowering him, but Wolf-Mother saved the day and scared them off with one roar. He didn't know what to make of it. But he was told there would be a wolf named Lupa that would take him in, raise him until he was ready.
🐂 Three weeks later, Rex would officially make the venture to Camp Jupiter, where he was soon branded with a mark, given the purple t-shirt, and placed into the 4th Cohort.
🐂 Mars was right. Life for him, despite being a Son of Mars, wasn't easy. Only after a year of being at camp, people bullied him, berrated him, subjected him to physical labor and tasks that they thought he couldn't handle, and even when he impressed them, they still bullied him. This all happened and kept happening. Rex took it with a smile on his face. He didn't let them show weakness and maybe it had to do with the fact that on his first month of being at camp, he displayed an ability, even if it was just very minor, that wasn't tied to who his parent was. An electrical charge during training showed everyone that he not only was a son of Mars, but the Legacy of Thor. Thor himself would come to Rex in a dream, admiring his bravery, tenacity, and how he defended others.
🐂 But of course, this came at a price. For the entirety of his first five years, Rex endured painful experience after painful experience until he proved himself. Until he became the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort.
🐂 Although Rex still caught the glares, as he sometimes felt that the people of Camp Jupiter would never fully accept him, he did, at least, have their respect. To him, that was more important than them liking him. He proved himself, he gained a position worthy of that hard work and all those days of enduring their abuse. That alone made it worth it.
🐂 Eventually, Rex's years of service came to an end. He would no longer be in the legion by force, but he stayed on for two more years, allowing himself to leave it behind when he turned twenty-five. After that, he left Camp Jupiter for 6 months. Fully trained and armed with a spear, armor that can activate on a moment's notice, and a sword, he was well-equipped to protect himself or others. Rex had to take time off so that he could spend time with his family. Over the years on quests, he would visit them. Sometimes with a blessing of camp and sometimes he had to do it in secret (a punishment would be handed to him because of it) but every seven months, he'd at least spend a night with them. He'd ensure that he wasn't a ghost to Wolfgang or Olyanna or Helena. They would remember him as he had never forgotten about them.
🐂 After those six months, Rex would return to Camp Jupiter one final time as he would, in a sense, acscend to New Rome, where he lives currently. He still serves the Roman people and the demis that are still coming. He serves them and protects them, but no longer as the warrior he aspired to be and achieved. He does so as a Senator of New Rome, someone who has a voice in how things get done at Camp. He wants to make life easier for those who aren't accepted but it's a hard battle (all of which he loses). But he continues to fight for those who can't and he will continue to do so until he dies.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Mars, Roman God of war, guardian of agriculture and the Roman people

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

In the beginning, it was like being lost in a cave with no light or no radar: no way of knowing where you were going, but eventually Mars claimed him and a relationship started to build. First it was like a tempest, then like a weakling soldier fighting a Roman Legion commander but then at times, the advice of one would reach the other until now it's become a relationship of respect. Mutual respect. Rex admires his father but understands he is a god. And to Mars' credit, he is trying. Rex understands that and doesn't hold it against him. Rex may, at times, do things to get under Mars' skin just to fuck around with him.

That is the kind of relationship they have.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

Polemokinesis/War Manipulation — Though he is a true Son of Mars, he is only demigod, so Rex may not have absolute influence and control of all things war, but he does have an extended control over outcomes of war, most things combat in war, and has proven to be a capable leader when war and/or general team events happen. By tipping the odds slightly in his favor, he can determine a plausible outcome.

Warfare — Specifically pertaining to battle tactics and strategy, Rex has been shown to be a true Son of Mars by being able to pit together plans no matter how much prep time he has available to him. He can even whip up a mostly successful strategy based off of limited information.
Combat — Rex has always been gifted in combat, able to hold his own even without proper training, but with it, he showed just how much of a skilled fighter he is. Percision stirkes, combos, reversals, the ability to predict an opponent's next move - this is all within his wheelhouse. And it's not just direct hand-to-hand, but in a grander scope, Rex can determine a next series of moves by studying the way his opponents move, devise a strategy, and deploy a countermeasure that is equal or greater in force. And this extends to Rex's weaponry as well.
Inspiring Leader — It doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess that Rex is charismatic. He has always been since he was a young boy and this was before his powers truly manifested, but during his time at camp and going through the trenches of war, he's proven one thing: he can lead. Rex's form of leadership and, by extension, his form of inspiring others is a bit different than other would-be leaders. He inspires through his actions of valor and selfless bravery than just it...being. He is in the trenches with those who would soon follow him. He leads by example and inspires others to do the same.

Telumkinesis/Weapons Manipulation — As the son of Mars, Rex has a known mastery and knowledge over weapons he takes a liking to and the ability to use them effectively. He's been known to prefer the use of the Spathas (short sword) and Plium (Javelin/Spear), though he also makes use of a Warhammer in honor of his legacy. It's untraditional but such is the way of Rex.

Pocket Dimension — For weapons too heavy or in too high numbers to carry around on his person, Rex stores them in a pocket dimension that he can access at any time. Here he stores the lesser-used-but-they-have-their-place weapons, as well as special gifts he's been awarded over the years. He also stores multiple copies of the same weapon in case he needs them. He can also summon them in rapid fire succession.
Weapons Expert — As the son of Mars, Rex is bestowed the gift of knowing how to use a weapon almost immediately. It might differ with each of his siblings, but in his case, all Rex has to do is spent an hour swinging a weapon or learning about it (in case it's not a melee weapon) and he'll know how to use it and when the right situation it is to use it. This extends to his ability to use it in battle including knowing how to disarm an opponent, which continues to show he is a skilled fighter with the knowledge one might expect from a Son of Mars.

Pyrokinesis (limited) — Rex has a limited control over fire. He cannot generate enough fire to cause a wildfire, but he might be able to generate a reasonable stream or a volley of fireballs - both of which may require an existing source or may need something to spark it like a burning object or a literal spark.
Necromancy (limited) — Rex is able to raise simple skeletons and nothing more. They are usually armed with a helm, sword, and shield, often that of fallen Roman soldiers.

Legacy:

Thor, Norse God of thunder, storms, strength, protection, fertility, farmers, and free people

_{Legacy Abilities:}

Electrokinesis (limited) — Due to Thor being the God of Thunder and him claiming Rex as his legacy through bravery and valor, Rex has limited electrokinesis. While others who are more direct descendents of lightning and thunder and storm gods, Rex can discharge electricity from his fists or channel them into weapons for that extra edge. He normally does the latter and it's been given a few names over the years: Thunderclap, You Got Rex'd, but his favorite is Thunderstruck. Named for both his favorite song by his favorite band but also because they are struck by thunder, but they never see lightning coming.

_Cohort:

Fourth Cohort. There were times where Rex could have risen to higher - maybe third, but he opted to stay in the Fourth, to grow and show himself as an example of what one could be through hardwork and determination.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Rex was the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort shortly before he retired to New Rome. He served in that role for 4 years, serving 3 additional years when he willingly took 3 additional years of service.

Fatal Flaw:

Recklessness — From as early as the moment he set foot in Caldecott Tunnel, displays of Rex's recklessness (coined Rexlessness by many) were shown. His heroics on that first day were a first of many that would earn him this reputation of putting others over himself, often taking in their punishment so they didn't have to get hurt. Or during physical events, he would always volunteer first. Or in some other cases, Rex simply did a lot more for the sake of impressing the Romans who saw him as less than they were, though it came at a physical cost. This would be his fatal flaw.

Weapons:

As the son of war, Rex does, theoretically, have the innate ability to use many kinds of weapons with an almost master proficiency of them, but the ones specifically listed below are to be assumed as his preferred/most commonly used weapons.
Griðungrhorn _{(norse for Bull Horn or Wrath of the Bull)} - An enchanted warhammer partially of norse design. The schematics were gifted to him by Thor and brought into fruition from his own hands and Noah. It's a basic, two-handed warhammer that is enchanted with runes of norse origin but also with roman runes to enhance its overall capabilities. In his every day life, it is carried around in the form of a ring that he wears on his right middle finger, but when force is applied on it, it expands into the warhammer.
Ungubius — The first weapon that Rex learned how to use, as well as the first one he came accustomed to liking. He tried his hand at the gladius, as well as the javelin/spear. While he can use them without fail, there's something about the Spathas. And specifically the one he had personally forged the minute he became centurion of the fourth cohort. He wanted something that reminded him of his trials. That one weapon that would forever be with him and thus his Spathas was made: The Ungubius, or the Bull's Talon. A mighty weapon that is sharp, lightweight, and in the hand of Rex, quite deadly. At its core, there is nothing outrageously extraordinary about it. It does not have runes inscribed on it nor does it have an elemental affinity, but Rex has mastered it, so it is special and deadly in his hands. It is the only weapon of his that does not have a dormant form. It is with him always on his right side.
Manica Martis _{Gauntlets of Mars}— Though nowhere near the same level of strength or quality as a god-made forge would be capable of, these Gauntlets of Mars are undoubtedly as powerful in the demigod equivalent. And they are a personal gift that Rex received from his father. The second personal gift. They are forged in the fires of Vulcan via Noah in the classic imperial gold and enhanced with runes on them designed for a Son of War. When dormant, they take the form of two bracelets on each hand that Rex also wears at all times. The one worn on his left wrist is engraved with the symbol of the bull, Rex's personal animal association and the one on the right is engraved with the symbol of the wolf, the animal closely associated with Mars himself.

Misc Information:

🐂 Understands and speaks fluent latin and german (including some old norse)
🐂 routinely works out that includes many of the things he used to do on the regular when he was in service

🐂 weapons training to keep his skills sharp
🐂 consistent sparring with some of the best from his crop of Demigods
🐂 Taking laps around New Rome (and even going from his house to the entrance of Camp Jupiter and back Basketball Suicides style

🐂 In the world of gods being real and being the son of one, Rex somehow continues to keep his faith. He's always been a spiritual person (religious not so much), but he has been — and remains to this day — a Norse Pagan. Perhaps this is why his connection to Thor was that much stronger because it's always been there since birth. His family has a long history of devoting to Thor.
🐂 Not to sound too corny, but Rex uniornically enjoys long walks along the coast. Whether it's cause of the location near Oakland or maybe it's enhanced by some magic unknown to him, it seems so majestic around the time between the Summer and Winter solstice. He likes that shit.
🐂 Rex maintains a steady diet of a lot of protein, which is accented by his general love for food. He cooks a mean grub. It has nothing to do with any of his godly abilities (he's not Grover). This comes from a lot of trial and error. A lot of overcooked steaks, a lot of undercooked chicken that he had to throw out, blandly seasoned (or lack therof) salads and general attempts making him sick. Rex has managed to have a masterchef-level degree of skill. Eden seems to like it.
🐂 As a senator, Rex takes the feedback from Camp Jupiter seriously and always tries to hear what they want or need and make sure, at the very least, the senate hears what he has to say. He can, sometimes and definitely with good intentions, be a bit brash and abrasive in how he approaches it.

🐂 Rex may be a senator but he does not have the politician's touch yet.

🐂 Rex's favorite scents are sandlewood, freshly cut grass, and the smell of the smoke from a hot forge. He also likes the smell of lavender, for however faint it might be.
🐂 He's a big fan of professional wrestling. Always manages to catch the weekly programming whenever he can. No matter what.
🐂 Rex is left-handed
🐂 Politically, if Rex were to assign US politics to him, one might say he is a centerist with left-leaning beliefs. He is morally a progressive and those show in the policies he tries to make happen with the Senate (though not always
🐂 Rex's faceclaim from the ages 11-21 was Javon Walton
🐂 He has three dogs: Mjor(mi-johr), the German Shepard, Jordan (named for Michael Jordan), the pitbull, and Queen, the Norwegian Elkhound
🐂 Had a bad experience with past children of Juniper who were the sole reason for most of his torment during his early years at Camp Jupiter.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

Trials of New Rome - TEMPORARY HIATUS

Derex "Rex" Steiner, Of War and Honor

_{Florian Munteanu | Mohangany/#c04000}
"Decisions, not conditions, determine what a man is." —Viktor Franki

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_Name:

Derex Steiner
_{↳Common nickname: Rex
Common title/Callsign: The Bull}

_Age:

28 | May 10th | Taurus

_Gender:

Male (born as one and identifies as one)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Straight

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian (German, Austrian, Roman)

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

Total: 17 years
Arrived at Camp Jupiter when he was 11 after spending some time with Wolfmother
After his 10 years of required service and an additional 3 years he willingly signed up for, Rex proved himself and moved to New Rome when he turned 25.

_{Place of Birth:}

Birthplace - Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Bavaria, Germany (lived there for 5 years)
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois, USA (lived there until he was 11)
Current home: Camp Jupiter (from ages 11-25), New Rome (Age 25-Present)

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

Currently lives with Eden in their home and with their three dogs.

Friends

Avery - Easily his best friend in Camp Jupiter/New Rome. He has known her the longest and they even serve on the senate together. They have a playful, sibling-like realtionship.

Noah - "My little slave train that could." - Rex and Noah have a close relationship that dates all the way back to their days in the Fourth Cohort. She's a lazy little redhead but at least when it comes to the forge, she doesn't slack and most of his complex weapons and thingamajigs were almost exclusively forged by her hands alone.
Colter - Morning coffee buds. Fellow enthusiasts of food.

Enemies

Luka and his overconfident ass

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"I stand with both arms folded under my chest
'Cause I know I won't stop
'Til I'm the last one left" — Hungry — Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard

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_Appearance

🐂 Height: 6'5"/193cm
🐂 Hair: shaved | Dark brown || Rex typically doesn't keep his hair. He shaves it regularly, preferring the feel of a shaved head (either buzzcut or getting as close to the scalp as he can). He does, however, keep a facial hair assortment (sideburns, beard, and mustache). He's been told it looks good on him and he has to agree.
🐂 Eyes: Brown
🐂Body Type: Built like a bull: powerful. Muscular. Robust. || 255lbs/116kg
🐂 Clothing Style: A Demigod of many skins, Rex always embodies "Beast Mode" regardless what he's wearing. It's a state of mind at this point. Always appear ready, be fit, be stylish but always be ready! In his younger days, Rex was the type to wear loose fitting shirts, basketball shorts (and shorts like it), Jordan Airforce 1s (he has a massive collection), and an assortment of single-colored chains (typically gold or silver) and watches that would make even Flavor Flav jealous.

In recent years since he moved from Camp Jupiter to New Rome and Rex matured, so did his style. Now he has replaced the shorts for jeans and suit pants. He's replaced the loose shirts for dress shirts that stick to him like the golden armor he wears into battle. He still wears his Jordan Airforce 1s, but as a senator, he also has extended his collection to include top of the line dress shoes made from the finest leather money can buy. His accessories haven't changed. He still has watches and chains, but now his closet includes one other addition: suits. Most of them single colored but Rex has enough suits that would let him wear a different one every day of the calendar week. You may see him in red or blue or a deep orange or dark green or black or white. Just think White Steve Harvey (but with thinner eyebrows and a not so-Mr-Potato-Head face.)
Casual _I
II
III
Armor _{Armor was also worn during his Centurion days
Armor
Special Bull Helm}
Senate
_I
Formal _{Toga
Suit I
Suit II}
🐂 Body Markings: Over the years, Rex has...acquired many scars and general markings on his body for one reason or another. Some through painful reminders that some campers wanted him to remember and some were simply decisions made by him.

Scars — Rex's brand is on his right forearm. He gave 13 years to service, so he has thirteen lines.
He has many scars across his body. Some have healed only partially. Mainly they're on his torso and back, but one that originated as a training lesson gone wrong is above his right eyebrow. A bad spathas blow nicked him so good that even after healing, it wouldn't fully restore. Rex prefers it that way. It's a scar that reminds him of where he came from and how hard he had to fight.
Piercings — Just his ears. One ear actually. The lobe.
Tattoos — Three - a bull's head across his back.
A green tree over his heart in honor of his Eden. It's a circular design with a tree held within it.
On his left forearm, a hammer with lightning around it in honor of his legacy.

_Personality:

Audacious → brave → altruistic → protective → loyal → chivalrous → principled → fiery → passionate → unyielding → stubborn → reckless (to a fault) → pugnacious → BULLHEADED

Rex has always and continues to be an audacious and bold individual, often with a dose of recklessness and some bullheadedness. He values the friendship of those he cares deeply for (and even those who he might simply be acquaintances with). There is no single person in his life that he wouldn't give his life for. He would never sacrifice them to save his life. At times, especially during battle (and it's written in the records) that Rex willingly put himself on the line so that others were able to move on into safety. Those people were weaker than him but he never saw them as lesser than him.

That's the kind of man that Rex Steiner build his reputation in Camp Jupiter with. His very first act came even before he arrived to camp and so his courage and bravery started from the very beginning with an act that impressed so many. And sometimes, to his own fault and against the advice of others (those probably trying to keep him from dying) he kept at it. Every single time, Rex put his neck on the line for his fellow Demigod. Whether it was a team challenge or simply force partnerships, in his mind, it would not serve either of them well if he just looked out for himself. Rex has never done that. There's not a single selfish bone in his body, even if it would serve him better to show a little of that.

What Rex does have in his body, however, is a fuse so short and a temper so quick to trigger that you wonder just how this man made it all the way to Senator of New Rome. During his younger years, he was tormented. Whether that was because of a "hazing the new blood" approach some older campers had or maybe it was that they hated he dressed better than them, but he knew: Thor claimed him as his legacy from an early age and when word got around, people hated that. And maybe somewhere in his mind, that made him want to fight anyone who dared look at him.

Younger Rex might have been a courageous, bold, sometimes stubborn boy, but he was also going nowhere. He was The Bull and all he saw was crimson. Years of conditioning and self-therapy via training and finding a friend in Avery to ground him, Rex became the man that he is today: a still courageous, stubborn bull who now has a grip on who he is, what he wants, and where he's going. He lives to serve his people as one of their representatives on the Senate, which he will do everything he can to help them. As he always has.

_History:

🐂 Rex was born in a small town in Germany
🐂 Olyanna Huber would meet Mars when she was just 19 years old. She had just moved to Bravaria and on the off chance, she was in a market and in classic meet-cute style, she met Mars...though at the time, she only knew him as Marco. For five months, they were in a relationship. On the last night, when she was told who he was, he gave her a necklace and to give it to their Son. Mars would visit once more when Derex was born. Mars was the one who named him. That was the last time they saw each other.
🐂 He lived in said village for 5 years with his mother, father, and baby sister (she is 3 years younger than he is)
🐂 His father (or who he'd know was his father for a time) came from nothing and was part of a long line of lumber mill workers. His family owned it
🐂 When Rex was five, his father sold it and used that money to move his family to Chicago due to a job offer to manage a Boxing Gym
🐂 They moved into a small apartment and then eventually into a house. It was nothing major but it gave them a home. And Rex a foundation
🐂 While living in Chicago, Rex started to find friends and a passion for three things as a young boy: boxing, sports, and Power Rangers. God he loved that show and because it was the perfect example of normal people doing saving others whenever they got an alert. Rex identified with that. Sure, bright colors and high-octane action drew him in but Rex could see the themes, he understood the message, and that's what really drove him to become the man that he is today.
🐂 During his youth, Rex was always getting into trouble. He was always bigger than most kids his age and sometimes those who thought they were big would like to pick a fight with him and that's why Rex took up boxing. He wanted to fight back but soon learned he had a knack for it and hit too hard. Sometimes when he would hit, the kids were unconscious, so he knew he had to find ways to not hit them as hard and had to learn control. That's where Boxing and Meditation came into play. They helped him center himself.
🐂 Sometime during his last few years (he didn't know this at the time), Rex started to see weird symbols in class. It started only happening a couple of times a week. But over the course of a few months, he'd see them anytime he read, answered a text message, looked out the window, and even when he was just laying in his bed. It got to the point where he couldn't go an hour without seeing them: weird symbols, foreign to him
🐂 Throughout his childhood, Rex had always felt a presence near him. He couldn't explain it and sure as hell couldn't quite put it into words, but there was a force always with him. In his dreams and in the back of his mind. That voice would give him advice, make him think smarter and not harder. That same voice became increasingly louder and louder as the final months and weeks and then eventually days that Rex unknowingly would spend in Chicago.
🐂 Then that voice appeared to him in a dream. Rex was standing at the center of the Chicago Bulls arena, dead center where he had seen Jamal Johnson score a half-court 3-pointer to win against the 76ers to win the All-Star game. There was a wolf, black as the onyx dagger his father has in his office and with eyes almost as red as the Bulls image, spoke to him. "You little shit, this is where you choose as your home away from home? Fine. Listen here, boy." He spoke and Rex had to blink cause he swore it was just his imagination, but then the voice spoke again, "You're gonna be leaving this dump of a city. And yes, you probably will fight it but man the fuck up! You are my son - A son of War. The Son of Mars and all this shit you've been seeing for months put a target on your back. Go find your mother, tell her 'the sun sets west and the wolf howls a path' that woman will know what it means." Before the voice inside the wolf left, he turned and almost like a smile. "Rex, you're gonna have a tough life. You're gonna hate it at that Camp, especially when they find out about the other one looking out for you, but as my witness, I, Mars, the God of War, claim you as mine. And when the time comes, maybe we'll share a cup of wine and actually talk shit out. Or you can fight me. Once you've proven yourself."
🐂 And so it was. Rex went to his mother, told her what happened, and after some hard truths, Rex went with Olyanna, his mother, on a flight for Oakland. It was the most silent that either of them had gone but before she would have say goodbye to her 11 year old son, she gave him a necklace. It had a three-inch diamond (more shape than actual diamond) serving as the pendent part and she told him "Squeeze it when you feel in danger. Your father...Mars wanted me to give it to you when the time came." And Rex would soon find out, a lot sooner than Olyanna probably anticipated, that the pendent was a short sword (a spathas) and as he and a few other Demigod children were going down a tunnel, allegedly to meet Lupa, the Wolf-Mother who would take them in to raise them. Before that could happen, though, creatures that looked like imps were coming down the way they came and Rex didn't know if the others had means of defending themselves, but Rex didn't wait. he took his necklace, ripped it off his neck, squeezed the pendent part, and it grew into a short sword. Rex was large for an 11-year-old, which helped him. He swung for dear life, not having actual training and allowed the others to escape.
🐂 Rex's heroics didn't last long because the imp-like creatures were overpowering him, but Wolf-Mother saved the day and scared them off with one roar. He didn't know what to make of it. But he was told there would be a wolf named Lupa that would take him in, raise him until he was ready.
🐂 Three weeks later, Rex would officially make the venture to Camp Jupiter, where he was soon branded with a mark, given the purple t-shirt, and placed into the 4th Cohort.
🐂 Mars was right. Life for him, despite being a Son of Mars, wasn't easy. Only after a year of being at camp, people bullied him, berrated him, subjected him to physical labor and tasks that they thought he couldn't handle, and even when he impressed them, they still bullied him. This all happened and kept happening. Rex took it with a smile on his face. He didn't let them show weakness and maybe it had to do with the fact that on his first month of being at camp, he displayed an ability, even if it was just very minor, that wasn't tied to who his parent was. An electrical charge during training showed everyone that he not only was a son of Mars, but the Legacy of Thor. Thor himself would come to Rex in a dream, admiring his bravery, tenacity, and how he defended others.
🐂 But of course, this came at a price. For the entirety of his first five years, Rex endured painful experience after painful experience until he proved himself. Until he became the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort.
🐂 Although Rex still caught the glares, as he sometimes felt that the people of Camp Jupiter would never fully accept him, he did, at least, have their respect. To him, that was more important than them liking him. He proved himself, he gained a position worthy of that hard work and all those days of enduring their abuse. That alone made it worth it.
🐂 Eventually, Rex's years of service came to an end. He would no longer be in the legion by force, but he stayed on for two more years, allowing himself to leave it behind when he turned twenty-five. After that, he left Camp Jupiter for 6 months. Fully trained and armed with a spear, armor that can activate on a moment's notice, and a sword, he was well-equipped to protect himself or others. Rex had to take time off so that he could spend time with his family. Over the years on quests, he would visit them. Sometimes with a blessing of camp and sometimes he had to do it in secret (a punishment would be handed to him because of it) but every seven months, he'd at least spend a night with them. He'd ensure that he wasn't a ghost to Wolfgang or Olyanna or Helena. They would remember him as he had never forgotten about them.
🐂 After those six months, Rex would return to Camp Jupiter one final time as he would, in a sense, acscend to New Rome, where he lives currently. He still serves the Roman people and the demis that are still coming. He serves them and protects them, but no longer as the warrior he aspired to be and achieved. He does so as a Senator of New Rome, someone who has a voice in how things get done at Camp. He wants to make life easier for those who aren't accepted but it's a hard battle (all of which he loses). But he continues to fight for those who can't and he will continue to do so until he dies.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Mars, Roman God of war, guardian of agriculture and the Roman people

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

In the beginning, it was like being lost in a cave with no light or no radar: no way of knowing where you were going, but eventually Mars claimed him and a relationship started to build. First it was like a tempest, then like a weakling soldier fighting a Roman Legion commander but then at times, the advice of one would reach the other until now it's become a relationship of respect. Mutual respect. Rex admires his father but understands he is a god. And to Mars' credit, he is trying. Rex understands that and doesn't hold it against him. Rex may, at times, do things to get under Mars' skin just to fuck around with him.

That is the kind of relationship they have.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

Polemokinesis/War Manipulation — Though he is a true Son of Mars, he is only demigod, so Rex may not have absolute influence and control of all things war, but he does have an extended control over outcomes of war, most things combat in war, and has proven to be a capable leader when war and/or general team events happen. By tipping the odds slightly in his favor, he can determine a plausible outcome.

Warfare — Specifically pertaining to battle tactics and strategy, Rex has been shown to be a true Son of Mars by being able to pit together plans no matter how much prep time he has available to him. He can even whip up a mostly successful strategy based off of limited information.
Combat — Rex has always been gifted in combat, able to hold his own even without proper training, but with it, he showed just how much of a skilled fighter he is. Percision stirkes, combos, reversals, the ability to predict an opponent's next move - this is all within his wheelhouse. And it's not just direct hand-to-hand, but in a grander scope, Rex can determine a next series of moves by studying the way his opponents move, devise a strategy, and deploy a countermeasure that is equal or greater in force. And this extends to Rex's weaponry as well.
Inspiring Leader — It doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess that Rex is charismatic. He has always been since he was a young boy and this was before his powers truly manifested, but during his time at camp and going through the trenches of war, he's proven one thing: he can lead. Rex's form of leadership and, by extension, his form of inspiring others is a bit different than other would-be leaders. He inspires through his actions of valor and selfless bravery than just it...being. He is in the trenches with those who would soon follow him. He leads by example and inspires others to do the same.

Telumkinesis/Weapons Manipulation — As the son of Mars, Rex has a known mastery and knowledge over weapons he takes a liking to and the ability to use them effectively. He's been known to prefer the use of the Spathas (short sword) and Plium (Javelin/Spear), though he also makes use of a Warhammer in honor of his legacy. It's untraditional but such is the way of Rex.

Pocket Dimension — For weapons too heavy or in too high numbers to carry around on his person, Rex stores them in a pocket dimension that he can access at any time. Here he stores the lesser-used-but-they-have-their-place weapons, as well as special gifts he's been awarded over the years. He also stores multiple copies of the same weapon in case he needs them. He can also summon them in rapid fire succession.
Weapons Expert — As the son of Mars, Rex is bestowed the gift of knowing how to use a weapon almost immediately. It might differ with each of his siblings, but in his case, all Rex has to do is spent an hour swinging a weapon or learning about it (in case it's not a melee weapon) and he'll know how to use it and when the right situation it is to use it. This extends to his ability to use it in battle including knowing how to disarm an opponent, which continues to show he is a skilled fighter with the knowledge one might expect from a Son of Mars.

Pyrokinesis (limited) — Rex has a limited control over fire. He cannot generate enough fire to cause a wildfire, but he might be able to generate a reasonable stream or a volley of fireballs - both of which may require an existing source or may need something to spark it like a burning object or a literal spark.
Necromancy (limited) — Rex is able to raise simple skeletons and nothing more. They are usually armed with a helm, sword, and shield, often that of fallen Roman soldiers.

Legacy:

Thor, Norse God of thunder, storms, strength, protection, fertility, farmers, and free people

_{Legacy Abilities:}

Electrokinesis (limited) — Due to Thor being the God of Thunder and him claiming Rex as his legacy through bravery and valor, Rex has limited electrokinesis. While others who are more direct descendents of lightning and thunder and storm gods, Rex can discharge electricity from his fists or channel them into weapons for that extra edge. He normally does the latter and it's been given a few names over the years: Thunderclap, You Got Rex'd, but his favorite is Thunderstruck. Named for both his favorite song by his favorite band but also because they are struck by thunder, but they never see lightning coming.

_Cohort:

Fourth Cohort. There were times where Rex could have risen to higher - maybe third, but he opted to stay in the Fourth, to grow and show himself as an example of what one could be through hardwork and determination.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Rex was the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort shortly before he retired to New Rome. He served in that role for 4 years, serving 3 additional years when he willingly took 3 additional years of service.

Fatal Flaw:

Recklessness — From as early as the moment he set foot in Caldecott Tunnel, displays of Rex's recklessness (coined Rexlessness by many) were shown. His heroics on that first day were a first of many that would earn him this reputation of putting others over himself, often taking in their punishment so they didn't have to get hurt. Or during physical events, he would always volunteer first. Or in some other cases, Rex simply did a lot more for the sake of impressing the Romans who saw him as less than they were, though it came at a physical cost. This would be his fatal flaw.

Weapons:

As the son of war, Rex does, theoretically, have the innate ability to use many kinds of weapons with an almost master proficiency of them, but the ones specifically listed below are to be assumed as his preferred/most commonly used weapons.
Griðungrhorn _{(norse for Bull Horn or Wrath of the Bull)} - An enchanted warhammer partially of norse design. The schematics were gifted to him by Thor and brought into fruition from his own hands and Noah. It's a basic, two-handed warhammer that is enchanted with runes of norse origin but also with roman runes to enhance its overall capabilities. In his every day life, it is carried around in the form of a ring that he wears on his right middle finger, but when force is applied on it, it expands into the warhammer.
Ungubius — The first weapon that Rex learned how to use, as well as the first one he came accustomed to liking. He tried his hand at the gladius, as well as the javelin/spear. While he can use them without fail, there's something about the Spathas. And specifically the one he had personally forged the minute he became centurion of the fourth cohort. He wanted something that reminded him of his trials. That one weapon that would forever be with him and thus his Spathas was made: The Ungubius, or the Bull's Talon. A mighty weapon that is sharp, lightweight, and in the hand of Rex, quite deadly. At its core, there is nothing outrageously extraordinary about it. It does not have runes inscribed on it nor does it have an elemental affinity, but Rex has mastered it, so it is special and deadly in his hands. It is the only weapon of his that does not have a dormant form. It is with him always on his right side.
Manica Martis _{Gauntlets of Mars}— Though nowhere near the same level of strength or quality as a god-made forge would be capable of, these Gauntlets of Mars are undoubtedly as powerful in the demigod equivalent. And they are a personal gift that Rex received from his father. The second personal gift. They are forged in the fires of Vulcan via Noah in the classic imperial gold and enhanced with runes on them designed for a Son of War. When dormant, they take the form of two bracelets on each hand that Rex also wears at all times. The one worn on his left wrist is engraved with the symbol of the bull, Rex's personal animal association and the one on the right is engraved with the symbol of the wolf, the animal closely associated with Mars himself.

Misc Information:

🐂 Understands and speaks fluent latin and german (including some old norse)
🐂 routinely works out that includes many of the things he used to do on the regular when he was in service

🐂 weapons training to keep his skills sharp
🐂 consistent sparring with some of the best from his crop of Demigods
🐂 Taking laps around New Rome (and even going from his house to the entrance of Camp Jupiter and back Basketball Suicides style

🐂 In the world of gods being real and being the son of one, Rex somehow continues to keep his faith. He's always been a spiritual person (religious not so much), but he has been — and remains to this day — a Norse Pagan. Perhaps this is why his connection to Thor was that much stronger because it's always been there since birth. His family has a long history of devoting to Thor.
🐂 Not to sound too corny, but Rex uniornically enjoys long walks along the coast. Whether it's cause of the location near Oakland or maybe it's enhanced by some magic unknown to him, it seems so majestic around the time between the Summer and Winter solstice. He likes that shit.
🐂 Rex maintains a steady diet of a lot of protein, which is accented by his general love for food. He cooks a mean grub. It has nothing to do with any of his godly abilities (he's not Grover). This comes from a lot of trial and error. A lot of overcooked steaks, a lot of undercooked chicken that he had to throw out, blandly seasoned (or lack therof) salads and general attempts making him sick. Rex has managed to have a masterchef-level degree of skill. Eden seems to like it.
🐂 As a senator, Rex takes the feedback from Camp Jupiter seriously and always tries to hear what they want or need and make sure, at the very least, the senate hears what he has to say. He can, sometimes and definitely with good intentions, be a bit brash and abrasive in how he approaches it.

🐂 Rex may be a senator but he does not have the politician's touch yet.

🐂 Rex's favorite scents are sandlewood, freshly cut grass, and the smell of the smoke from a hot forge. He also likes the smell of lavender, for however faint it might be.
🐂 He's a big fan of professional wrestling. Always manages to catch the weekly programming whenever he can. No matter what.
🐂 Rex is left-handed
🐂 Politically, if Rex were to assign US politics to him, one might say he is a centerist with left-leaning beliefs. He is morally a progressive and those show in the policies he tries to make happen with the Senate (though not always
🐂 Rex's faceclaim from the ages 11-21 was Javon Walton
🐂 He has three dogs: Mjor(mi-johr), the German Shepard, Jordan (named for Michael Jordan), the pitbull, and Queen, the Norwegian Elkhound
🐂 Had a bad experience with past children of Juniper who were the sole reason for most of his torment during his early years at Camp Jupiter.
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

that's so meta || character storage thread

Derex "Rex" Steiner, Of War and Honor

_{Florian Munteanu | Mohangany/#c04000}
"Decisions, not conditions, determine what a man is." —Viktor Franki

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_Name:

Derex Steiner
_{↳Common nickname: Rex
Common title/Callsign: The Bull}

_Age:

28 | May 10th | Taurus

_Gender:

Male (born as one and identifies as one)

_{Sexual Orientation:}

Straight

_Ethnicity:

Caucasian (German, Austrian, Roman)

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

Total: 17 years
Arrived at Camp Jupiter when he was 11 after spending some time with Wolfmother
After his 10 years of required service and an additional 3 years he willingly signed up for, Rex proved himself and moved to New Rome when he turned 25.

_{Place of Birth:}

Birthplace - Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Bavaria, Germany (lived there for 5 years)
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois, USA (lived there until he was 11)
Current home: Camp Jupiter (from ages 11-25), New Rome (Age 25-Present)

_{Key Relationships:}

Romantic Life

Friends

Enemies

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"I stand with both arms folded under my chest
'Cause I know I won't stop
'Til I'm the last one left" — Hungry — Rob Bailey & The Hustle Standard

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_Appearance

🐂 Height: 6'5"/193cm
🐂 Hair: shaved | Dark brown || Rex typically doesn't keep his hair. He shaves it regularly, preferring the feel of a shaved head (either buzzcut or getting as close to the scalp as he can). He does, however, keep a facial hair assortment (sideburns, beard, and mustache). He's been told it looks good on him and he has to agree.
🐂 Eyes: Brown
🐂Body Type: Ectomorph? Hourglass? Fit? Heavy set? Again, be as descriptive as you would like.
🐂 Clothing Style: A Demigod of many skins, Rex always embodies "Beast Mode" regardless what he's wearing. It's a state of mind at this point. Always appear ready, be fit, be stylish but always be ready! In his younger days, Rex was the type to wear loose fitting shirts, basketball shorts (and shorts like it), Jordan Airforce 1s (he has a massive collection), and an assortment of single-colored chains (typically gold or silver) and watches that would make even Flavor Flav jealous.

In recent years since he moved from Camp Jupiter to New Rome and Rex matured, so did his style. Now he has replaced the shorts for jeans and suit pants. He's replaced the loose shirts for dress shirts that stick to him like the golden armor he wears into battle. He still wears his Jordan Airforce 1s, but as a senator, he also has extended his collection to include top of the line dress shoes made from the finest leather money can buy. His accessories haven't changed. He still has watches and chains, but now his closet includes one other addition: suits. Most of them single colored but Rex has enough suits that would let him wear a different one every day of the calendar week. You may see him in red or blue or a deep orange or dark green or black or white. Just think White Steve Harvey (but with thinner eyebrows and a not so-Mr-Potato-Head face.
🐂 Body Markings: Over the years, Rex has...acquired many scars and general markings on his body for one reason or another. Some through painful reminders that some campers wanted him to remember and some were simply decisions made by him.
Casual _I
II
III
Armor _{Armor was also worn during his Centurion days
Armor
Special Bull Helm}
Senate
_I
Formal _{Toga
Suit I
Suit II}
Scars — Rex's brand is on his right forearm. He gave 13 years to service, so he has thirteen lines.
He has many scars across his body. Some have healed only partially. Mainly they're on his torso and back, but one that originated as a training lesson gone wrong is above his right eyebrow. A bad spathas blow nicked him so good that even after healing, it wouldn't fully restore. Rex prefers it that way. It's a scar that reminds him of where he came from and how hard he had to fight.
Piercings — Just his ears. One ear actually. The lobe.
Tattoos — Three - a bull's head across his back.
A green tree over his heart in honor of his Eden. It's a circular design with a tree held within it.
On his left forearm, a hammer with lightning around it in honor of his legacy.

_Personality:

Audacious → brave → altruistic → protective → loyal → chivalrous → principled → fiery → passionate → unyielding → stubborn → reckless (to a fault) → pugnacious → BULLHEADED

Rex has always and continues to be an audacious and bold individual, often with a dose of recklessness and some bullheadedness. He values the friendship of those he cares deeply for (and even those who he might simply be acquaintances with). There is no single person in his life that he wouldn't give his life for. He would never sacrifice them to save his life. At times, especially during battle (and it's written in the records) that Rex willingly put himself on the line so that others were able to move on into safety. Those people were weaker than him but he never saw them as lesser than him.

That's the kind of man that Rex Steiner build his reputation in Camp Jupiter with. His very first act came even before he arrived to camp and so his courage and bravery started from the very beginning with an act that impressed so many. And sometimes, to his own fault and against the advice of others (those probably trying to keep him from dying) he kept at it. Every single time, Rex put his neck on the line for his fellow Demigod. Whether it was a team challenge or simply force partnerships, in his mind, it would not serve either of them well if he just looked out for himself. Rex has never done that. There's not a single selfish bone in his body, even if it would serve him better to show a little of that.

What Rex does have in his body, however, is a fuse so short and a temper so quick to trigger that you wonder just how this man made it all the way to Senator of New Rome. During his younger years, he was tormented. Whether that was because of a "hazing the new blood" approach some older campers had or maybe it was that they hated he dressed better than them, but he knew: Thor claimed him as his legacy from an early age and when word got around, people hated that. And maybe somewhere in his mind, that made him want to fight anyone who dared look at him.

Younger Rex might have been a courageous, bold, sometimes stubborn boy, but he was also going nowhere. He was The Bull and all he saw was crimson. Years of conditioning and self-therapy via training and finding a friend in Avery to ground him, Rex became the man that he is today: a still courageous, stubborn bull who now has a grip on who he is, what he wants, and where he's going. He lives to serve his people as one of their representatives on the Senate, which he will do everything he can to help them. As he always has.

_History:

🐂 Rex was born in a small town in Germany
🐂 Olyanna Huber would meet Mars when she was just 19 years old. She had just moved to Bravaria and on the off chance, she was in a market and in classic meet-cute style, she met Mars...though at the time, she only knew him as Marco. For five months, they were in a relationship. On the last night, when she was told who he was, he gave her a necklace and to give it to their Son. Mars would visit once more when Derex was born. Mars was the one who named him. That was the last time they saw each other.
🐂 He lived in said village for 5 years with his mother, father, and baby sister (she is 3 years younger than he is)
🐂 His father (or who he'd know was his father for a time) came from nothing and was part of a long line of lumber mill workers. His family owned it
🐂 When Rex was five, his father sold it and used that money to move his family to Chicago due to a job offer to manage a Boxing Gym
🐂 They moved into a small apartment and then eventually into a house. It was nothing major but it gave them a home. And Rex a foundation
🐂 While living in Chicago, Rex started to find friends and a passion for three things as a young boy: boxing, sports, and Power Rangers. God he loved that show and because it was the perfect example of normal people doing saving others whenever they got an alert. Rex identified with that. Sure, bright colors and high-octane action drew him in but Rex could see the themes, he understood the message, and that's what really drove him to become the man that he is today.
🐂 During his youth, Rex was always getting into trouble. He was always bigger than most kids his age and sometimes those who thought they were big would like to pick a fight with him and that's why Rex took up boxing. He wanted to fight back but soon learned he had a knack for it and hit too hard. Sometimes when he would hit, the kids were unconscious, so he knew he had to find ways to not hit them as hard and had to learn control. That's where Boxing and Meditation came into play. They helped him center himself.
🐂 Sometime during his last few years (he didn't know this at the time), Rex started to see weird symbols in class. It started only happening a couple of times a week. But over the course of a few months, he'd see them anytime he read, answered a text message, looked out the window, and even when he was just laying in his bed. It got to the point where he couldn't go an hour without seeing them: weird symbols, foreign to him
🐂 Throughout his childhood, Rex had always felt a presence near him. He couldn't explain it and sure as hell couldn't quite put it into words, but there was a force always with him. In his dreams and in the back of his mind. That voice would give him advice, make him think smarter and not harder. That same voice became increasingly louder and louder as the final months and weeks and then eventually days that Rex unknowingly would spend in Chicago.
🐂 Then that voice appeared to him in a dream. Rex was standing at the center of the Chicago Bulls arena, dead center where he had seen Jamal Johnson score a half-court 3-pointer to win against the 76ers to win the All-Star game. There was a wolf, black as the onyx dagger his father has in his office and with eyes almost as red as the Bulls image, spoke to him. "You little shit, this is where you choose as your home away from home? Fine. Listen here, boy." He spoke and Rex had to blink cause he swore it was just his imagination, but then the voice spoke again, "You're gonna be leaving this dump of a city. And yes, you probably will fight it but man the fuck up! You are my son - A son of War. The Son of Mars and all this shit you've been seeing for months put a target on your back. Go find your mother, tell her 'the sun sets west and the wolf howls a path' that woman will know what it means." Before the voice inside the wolf left, he turned and almost like a smile. "Rex, you're gonna have a tough life. You're gonna hate it at that Camp, especially when they find out about the other one looking out for you, but as my witness, I, Mars, the God of War, claim you as mine. And when the time comes, maybe we'll share a cup of wine and actually talk shit out. Or you can fight me. Once you've proven yourself."
🐂 And so it was. Rex went to his mother, told her what happened, and after some hard truths, Rex went with Olyanna, his mother, on a flight for Oakland. It was the most silent that either of them had gone but before she would have say goodbye to her 11 year old son, she gave him a necklace. It had a three-inch diamond (more shape than actual diamond) serving as the pendent part and she told him "Squeeze it when you feel in danger. Your father...Mars wanted me to give it to you when the time came." And Rex would soon find out, a lot sooner than Olyanna probably anticipated, that the pendent was a short sword (a spathas) and as he and a few other Demigod children were going down a tunnel, allegedly to meet Lupa, the Wolf-Mother who would take them in to raise them. Before that could happen, though, creatures that looked like imps were coming down the way they came and Rex didn't know if the others had means of defending themselves, but Rex didn't wait. he took his necklace, ripped it off his neck, squeezed the pendent part, and it grew into a short sword. Rex was large for an 11-year-old, which helped him. He swung for dear life, not having actual training and allowed the others to escape.
🐂 Rex's heroics didn't last long because the imp-like creatures were overpowering him, but Wolf-Mother saved the day and scared them off with one roar. He didn't know what to make of it. But he was told there would be a wolf named Lupa that would take him in, raise him until he was ready.
🐂 Three weeks later, Rex would officially make the venture to Camp Jupiter, where he was soon branded with a mark, given the purple t-shirt, and placed into the 4th Cohort.
🐂 Mars was right. Life for him, despite being a Son of Mars, wasn't easy. Only after a year of being at camp, people bullied him, berrated him, subjected him to physical labor and tasks that they thought he couldn't handle, and even when he impressed them, they still bullied him. This all happened and kept happening. Rex took it with a smile on his face. He didn't let them show weakness and maybe it had to do with the fact that on his first month of being at camp, he displayed an ability, even if it was just very minor, that wasn't tied to who his parent was. An electrical charge during training showed everyone that he not only was a son of Mars, but the Legacy of Thor. Thor himself would come to Rex in a dream, admiring his bravery, tenacity, and how he defended others.
🐂 But of course, this came at a price. For the entirety of his first five years, Rex endured painful experience after painful experience until he proved himself. Until he became the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort.
🐂 Although Rex still caught the glares, as he sometimes felt that the people of Camp Jupiter would never fully accept him, he did, at least, have their respect. To him, that was more important than them liking him. He proved himself, he gained a position worthy of that hard work and all those days of enduring their abuse. That alone made it worth it.
🐂 Eventually, Rex's years of service came to an end. He would no longer be in the legion by force, but he stayed on for two more years, allowing himself to leave it behind when he turned twenty-five. After that, he left Camp Jupiter for 6 months. Fully trained and armed with a spear, armor that can activate on a moment's notice, and a sword, he was well-equipped to protect himself or others. Rex had to take time off so that he could spend time with his family. Over the years on quests, he would visit them. Sometimes with a blessing of camp and sometimes he had to do it in secret (a punishment would be handed to him because of it) but every seven months, he'd at least spend a night with them. He'd ensure that he wasn't a ghost to Wolfgang or Olyanna or Helena. They would remember him as he had never forgotten about them.
🐂 After those six months, Rex would return to Camp Jupiter one final time as he would, in a sense, acscend to New Rome, where he lives currently. He still serves the Roman people and the demis that are still coming. He serves them and protects them, but no longer as the warrior he aspired to be and achieved. He does so as a Senator of New Rome, someone who has a voice in how things get done at Camp. He wants to make life easier for those who aren't accepted but it's a hard battle (all of which he loses). But he continues to fight for those who can't and he will continue to do so until he dies.

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_{Godly Parent:}

Mars, Roman God of war, guardian of agriculture and the Roman people

_{Relationship to Godly Parent:}

In the beginning, it was like being lost in a cave with no light or no radar: no way of knowing where you were going, but eventually Mars claimed him and a relationship started to build. First it was like a tempest, then like a weakling soldier fighting a Roman Legion commander but then at times, the advice of one would reach the other until now it's become a relationship of respect. Mutual respect. Rex admires his father but understands he is a god. And to Mars' credit, he is trying. Rex understands that and doesn't hold it against him. Rex may, at times, do things to get under Mars' skin just to fuck around with him.

That is the kind of relationship they have.

Abilities Pertaining to Godly Parent:

Polemokinesis/War Manipulation — Though he is a true Son of Mars, he is only demigod, so Rex may not have absolute influence and control of all things war, but he does have an extended control over outcomes of war, most things combat in war, and has proven to be a capable leader when war and/or general team events happen. By tipping the odds slightly in his favor, he can determine a plausible outcome.

Warfare — Specifically pertaining to battle tactics and strategy, Rex has been shown to be a true Son of Mars by being able to pit together plans no matter how much prep time he has available to him. He can even whip up a mostly successful strategy based off of limited information.
Combat — Rex has always been gifted in combat, able to hold his own even without proper training, but with it, he showed just how much of a skilled fighter he is. Percision stirkes, combos, reversals, the ability to predict an opponent's next move - this is all within his wheelhouse. And it's not just direct hand-to-hand, but in a grander scope, Rex can determine a next series of moves by studying the way his opponents move, devise a strategy, and deploy a countermeasure that is equal or greater in force. And this extends to Rex's weaponry as well.
Inspiring Leader — It doesn't take a rocket scientist to guess that Rex is charismatic. He has always been since he was a young boy and this was before his powers truly manifested, but during his time at camp and going through the trenches of war, he's proven one thing: he can lead. Rex's form of leadership and, by extension, his form of inspiring others is a bit different than other would-be leaders. He inspires through his actions of valor and selfless bravery than just it...being. He is in the trenches with those who would soon follow him. He leads by example and inspires others to do the same.

Telumkinesis/Weapons Manipulation — As the son of Mars, Rex has a known mastery and knowledge over weapons he takes a liking to and the ability to use them effectively. He's been known to prefer the use of the Spathas (short sword) and Plium (Javelin/Spear), though he also makes use of a Warhammer in honor of his legacy. It's untraditional but such is the way of Rex.

Pocket Dimension — For weapons too heavy or in too high numbers to carry around on his person, Rex stores them in a pocket dimension that he can access at any time. Here he stores the lesser-used-but-they-have-their-place weapons, as well as special gifts he's been awarded over the years. He also stores multiple copies of the same weapon in case he needs them. He can also summon them in rapid fire succession.
Weapons Expert — As the son of Mars, Rex is bestowed the gift of knowing how to use a weapon almost immediately. It might differ with each of his siblings, but in his case, all Rex has to do is spent an hour swinging a weapon or learning about it (in case it's not a melee weapon) and he'll know how to use it and when the right situation it is to use it. This extends to his ability to use it in battle including knowing how to disarm an opponent, which continues to show he is a skilled fighter with the knowledge one might expect from a Son of Mars.

Pyrokinesis (limited) — Rex has a limited control over fire. He cannot generate enough fire to cause a wildfire, but he might be able to generate a reasonable stream or a volley of fireballs - both of which may require an existing source or may need something to spark it like a burning object or a literal spark.
Necromancy (limited) — Rex is able to raise simple skeletons and nothing more. They are usually armed with a helm, sword, and shield, often that of fallen Roman soldiers.

Legacy:

Thor, Norse God of thunder, storms, strength, protection, fertility, farmers, and free people

_{Legacy Abilities:}

Electrokinesis (limited) — Due to Thor being the God of Thunder and him claiming Rex as his legacy through bravery and valor, Rex has limited electrokinesis. While others who are more direct descendents of lightning and thunder and storm gods, Rex can discharge electricity from his fists or channel them into weapons for that extra edge. He normally does the latter and it's been given a few names over the years: Thunderclap, You Got Rex'd, but his favorite is Thunderstruck. Named for both his favorite song by his favorite band but also because they are struck by thunder, but they never see lightning coming.

_Cohort:

Fourth Cohort. There were times where Rex could have risen to higher - maybe third, but he opted to stay in the Fourth, to grow and show himself as an example of what one could be through hardwork and determination.

_{Position in the Legion:}

Rex was the Centurion of the Fourth Cohort shortly before he retired to New Rome. He served in that role for 4 years, serving 3 additional years when he willingly took 3 additional years of service.

Fatal Flaw:

Recklessness — From as early as the moment he set foot in Caldecott Tunnel, displays of Rex's recklessness (coined Rexlessness by many) were shown. His heroics on that first day were a first of many that would earn him this reputation of putting others over himself, often taking in their punishment so they didn't have to get hurt. Or during physical events, he would always volunteer first. Or in some other cases, Rex simply did a lot more for the sake of impressing the Romans who saw him as less than they were, though it came at a physical cost. This would be his fatal flaw.

Weapons:

As the son of war, Rex does, theoretically, have the innate ability to use many kinds of weapons with an almost master proficiency of them, but the ones specifically listed below are to be assumed as his preferred/most commonly used weapons.
Griðungrhorn _{(norse for Bull Horn or Wrath of the Bull)} - An enchanted warhammer partially of norse design. The schematics were gifted to him by Thor and brought into fruition from his own hands and Noah. It's a basic, two-handed warhammer that is enchanted with runes of norse origin but also with roman runes to enhance its overall capabilities. In his every day life, it is carried around in the form of a ring that he wears on his right middle finger, but when force is applied on it, it expands into the warhammer.
Ungubius — The first weapon that Rex learned how to use, as well as the first one he came accustomed to liking. He tried his hand at the gladius, as well as the javelin/spear. While he can use them without fail, there's something about the Spathas. And specifically the one he had personally forged the minute he became centurion of the fourth cohort. He wanted something that reminded him of his trials. That one weapon that would forever be with him and thus his Spathas was made: The Ungubius, or the Bull's Talon. A mighty weapon that is sharp, lightweight, and in the hand of Rex, quite deadly. At its core, there is nothing outrageously extraordinary about it. It does not have runes inscribed on it nor does it have an elemental affinity, but Rex has mastered it, so it is special and deadly in his hands. It is the only weapon of his that does not have a dormant form. It is with him always on his right side.
Manica Martis _{Gauntlets of Mars}— Though nowhere near the same level of strength or quality as a god-made forge would be capable of, these Gauntlets of Mars are undoubtedly as powerful in the demigod equivalent. And they are a personal gift that Rex received from his father. The second personal gift. They are forged in the fires of Vulcan via Noah in the classic imperial gold and enhanced with runes on them designed for a Son of War. When dormant, they take the form of two bracelets on each hand that Rex also wears at all times. The one worn on his left wrist is engraved with the symbol of the bull, Rex's personal animal association and the one on the right is engraved with the symbol of the wolf, the animal closely associated with Mars himself.

Misc Information:

🐂 Understands and speaks fluent latin and german (including some old norse)
🐂 routinely works out that includes many of the things he used to do on the regular when he was in service

🐂 weapons training to keep his skills sharp
🐂 consistent sparring with some of the best from his crop of Demigods
🐂 Taking laps around New Rome (and even going from his house to the entrance of Camp Jupiter and back Basketball Suicides style

🐂 In the world of gods being real and being the son of one, Rex somehow continues to keep his faith. He's always been a spiritual person (religious not so much), but he has been — and remains to this day — a Norse Pagan. Perhaps this is why his connection to Thor was that much stronger because it's always been there since birth. His family has a long history of devoting to Thor.
🐂 Not to sound too corny, but Rex uniornically enjoys long walks along the coast. Whether it's cause of the location near Oakland or maybe it's enhanced by some magic unknown to him, it seems so majestic around the time between the Summer and Winter solstice. He likes that shit.
🐂 Rex maintains a steady diet of a lot of protein, which is accented by his general love for food. He cooks a mean grub. It has nothing to do with any of his godly abilities (he's not Grover). This comes from a lot of trial and error. A lot of overcooked steaks, a lot of undercooked chicken that he had to throw out, blandly seasoned (or lack therof) salads and general attempts making him sick. Rex has managed to have a masterchef-level degree of skill. Eden seems to like it.
🐂 As a senator, Rex takes the feedback from Camp Jupiter seriously and always tries to hear what they want or need and make sure, at the very least, the senate hears what he has to say. He can, sometimes and definitely with good intentions, be a bit brash and abrasive in how he approaches it.

🐂 Rex may be a senator but he does not have the politician's touch yet.

🐂 Rex's favorite scents are sandlewood, freshly cut grass, and the smell of the smoke from a hot forge. He also likes the smell of lavender, for however faint it might be.
🐂 He's a big fan of professional wrestling. Always manages to catch the weekly programming whenever he can. No matter what.
🐂 Rex is left-handed
🐂 Politically, if Rex were to assign US politics to him, one might say he is a centerist with left-leaning beliefs. He is morally a progressive and those show in the policies he tries to make happen with the Senate (though not always
🐂 Rex's faceclaim from the ages 11-21 was Javon Walton
1.) War is a Siren
2.) The Devil is the cooliest
3.) Nyx is best. End of story.

RANGERS ⚡️

I really hope he's okay