I've had the highest mountains, I've had the deepest rivers, You can have it all, But life keeps moving
how would you describe their personality?
Matteo is curious by nature, but he's also someone who lives life from moment to moment, never worries too much about what might happen or what could happen. Too often is it that people stress about the mistakes about what they might make in a year or now if they don't study for this test or apply for this college now. While he understand that fear, life is too short to worry about what ifs. He chooses to stay in the now, live life as if you could die at any moment after the one you're living right now.
To those close to him, they know him to be a calm and collected young man. His family knows him to be immensely curious about all things, not just machines and the parts that make them up but life itself. Curious about the world is unraveling around them. He will never not wonder how he can help people and in his neighborhood, he tries to do that using the knowledge he has. There are more ways he could help, part of him knows this, but he hasn't found the questions nor the answers or any cheat sheets to help him understand it. All he knows is he feels like he can do more. He just doesn't know what.
Matteo only knows what he can do and that's help ease the stress of day to day things his people might have: broken ac, computer has a virus, ways to avoid getting charged from PG&E this month because they can't afford it. Matteo just wants to help and he's always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone that needs it.
what has their life in Angel Grove been like?
Not just Matteo himself, but the Rosales clan has been a mainstay in Angel Grove for close to 50 years. His great grandparents laid down roots and for generations, his family has held down the same home in their corner of Angel Grove. By all rights, they are what most would consider lower middle class. And Matteo is just the oldest of the current generation of Rosales men.
Since an early age, there's always been two things about him that stood out: his ingenuity and not just the desire to do good but willing to act on that desire. Sometimes this put a target on his back, but his parents always made sure he had the tools and skills to contribute to those desires. Whether this was making sure he knew how an engine worked as early as he could or when he started showing an intelligence and general curiosity for all things electronic, how to put together a computer that would evolve into curiosities that only he could teach himself. But sometimes the way he has always been would put another target on his back. People fear what they don't understand, so naturally every few years, bullies target him. It even got to the point where his charm and willingness to not escalate the issues wouldn't work and his Uncle Marco suggested he learn how to defend himself.
Matteo hated confrontation. In fact, he always avoided it if he could but he was also not a coward. Danger didn't scare him but he didn't have much common sense about it to begin with, so of course when his uncle suggested that he said yes immediately. For two years now he has been taking karate lessons and hasn't had to deal with a bully since.
what can they do? what are they good at?
Matteo, for as long as he could remember, has always been good at fixing things. Maybe it's because of his upbringing: one side of his family (his mother's), there's a long line of mechanics and car enthusiasts that helped him understand vehicles. He even learned how to take apart and put back together an engine before he was seven (with help, of course). On the other side (his father's), where the Rosales name comes from, is a collection of engineers of varying types, but his father is an electrical engineer who also loves to work on computers, so naturally some of the knowledge fell Matteo's way. Because of this, he's acquired some useful knowledge in being able to take apart not just cars but computers too and has a working knowledge of some electrical systems.
Curiosity is one of his strongest traits. He's not a cat so it won't kill him, but he loves to know how things work. He has gone through a lot of trial and error but with his knowledge, he has won several science fairs and uses his knowledge to help however he can. A lot of his neighbors call him instead of actual electricians because they can be expensive.
Aside from that, he has been taking karate lessons for about two years now. Long story short, he had a bully problem and nothing was being done with his approach, so his Uncle Marco on his father's side, teaches Karate at the community center, so Matteo has been taking classes there three times a week. He likes to think he's good enough to hold his own.
how would they react to danger?
Depends on the kind of danger. Life-threatening tends to ward him away but Matteo also wouldn't hesitate to help anyone who needed trouble. But there's also the curiosity in him to see what actually is causing this danger. The desire to know what it is and do what he can to help will always win the battle against common sense.
I would recommend thinking of what kind of teenaged archetype, character upbringing, and overall personality more than wondering if you like turquoise or lavender more.
If I made a playable character in the main five I would gravitate as the antithesis of the leader/red, the techie/nerd savant type, or perhaps the one who doesn't fit in at all. I always seem to like the more "lancer" type characters, which in my experience have the most fun when they are particularly moody.
He's not going to be your typical shy smart guy but more taking some notes from Ninja Storm - he presents himself as something of a doofus, very much a believer is "trusting the process" as that's the foundation of his whole concept. He's as much of a tech wiz as he is an avid extreme sports "athlete". He's also gonna be a martial arts practitioner (but not full on black belt or anything). He's got a totally kyle exterior personality (what most see).
I think I'm in "throw myself at a bunch of RPs and see what actually works" mode right now, but also in kind of a toku mood because of Zeztz, so... I guess I'll see how badly I screw this up I guess?
And I guess we'll go with... Black, I guess? Black sounds good. Female black ranger.
<Snipped quote by Azure Bubbles>Kijibro go go go
was thinking black too
But maybe i'll go blue or yellow or maybe I'll go pink
______________________________________________________________________________________ ⚚ 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 ______________________________________________________________________________________
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.”
Avan Jogia | #c48686 "Hakuna Matata, it means no worries for the rest of your days." —Timon and Pumba, The Lion King
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:
Many many many people
🍇 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.
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
"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
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).
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.
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.
🍇 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.
Avan Jogia | #c48686 "Hakuna Matata, it means no worries for the rest of your days." —Timon and Pumba, The Lion King
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:
Many many many people
🍇 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.
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
"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
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).
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.
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.
🍇 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.
Victoria Konefal | Amethyst/#9966cc "Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell-raiser, always a strong woman." —R.H. Sin
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:
TBD
TBD
Hopefully none
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
"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
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 I II III Leather Jacket
Party and Formal Wear Clubbing fit Formal Sexy Formal Formal DressI 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.
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:
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).
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!
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.
🔪 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.
Victoria Konefal | Amethyst/#9966cc "Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell-raiser, always a strong woman." —R.H. Sin
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:
TBD
TBD
Hopefully none
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
"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
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 I II III Leather Jacket
Party and Formal Wear Clubbing fit Formal Sexy Formal Formal DressI 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.
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:
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).
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!
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.
🔪 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.
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