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Lunar Colony RP?

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Lunar Colony RP?

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[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Wondering what playing as one of the Gods entails?

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Amaryllis stood just a foot from where Erin had closed up her huge rip in the ground. Looking at it closely you could see what looked like a thin jagged line in the dirt, where the split had been; cautiously Amara lightly placed her right foot down upon the healing earth, wondering a million questions in her head. When nothing happened she moved to put all her wait on it, and softly jumped up and down a few times. “Cool…” she said quietly to herself.

Then she looked up just in time to see the black rotted mash of apple land with a splash of decay at the feet of a kid standing near her. The smell was nasty, so she side stepped away from it, as she absentmindedly imagined her grandmother frowning at the waste of a perfectly good apple, and probably shaking her finger at all the ‘ridiculous teenagers’ as she like to call them.

So far if Amara had the names right, the girl with the tattoo legs was Faris. The boy with the vulgar mouth was Ven…something. The tall guy that ruined the apple was…Thane? The grumpy tour leader was Erin, and the girl with the pretty pink hair was Syleste. The pink hair was something she had only seen on dolls, and out of all the questions she wanted to ask. All of her important and relevant questions, what she really wanted to know at that particular moment was, ‘If she could somehow have pink hair just like her.’

Tuning out the teenagers bickering, Amara was just enjoying the magic show; they were putting on, as they showed off. All she could really do was make some flowers bloom, and once in awhile she could make them move how she wished. It amazed her Grandma, and father, but she had the feeling that her abilities were nothing special here. The brief tour that was given before all this bizarreness had occurred, was not detailed enough for the nine year old Amaryllis, she wanted to explore, and see which cabin was hers. The Curly haired boy in the wheelchair appeared, and Amara made her way to the front of the newbie crowed…”Can we get back to the Q&A part of the tour? I was just wondering…what Cabin is Demeters? Oh and um…aren’t you guys all going to get in trouble for fighting? ” She said in a flat clear voice.

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Myra was competing in a spur of the moment archery competition in the arena with about a dozen other demigod teens. So far she was kicking everyone’s ass, that is everyone other than Barlow Higgins, who could hit a moving target blindfolded, but he was a son of Apollo, so Myra liked to think of his skills as a sort of cheating…or at least an unfair advantage, it made her feel better.

Kera, Erwin, and Gilbert the most competitive kids at camp, looked super pissed as Barlow got bull’s-eye again. It had been those threes idea to start up the ‘light hearted’ contest in the first place, wanting to show off their new bows. Winner getting loser as a servant for the rest of the week, was the prize when it all started, but the competition was heating up, and no one had defined any rules so, when Lulu daughter of Hephaestus used her fire ability to shoot a flaming arrow at a target blowing it up, everyone started doing as they pleased and it was basically childish chaos in the arena.

Like the playful food fight scene in a movie, but with flying arrows, flames, and so on…then a group of Ares kid joined in and all hell broke loose…it was good practice if anything but she was not really dressed for it. Sundresses and flipflops were not the best thing to be wearing at the moment, so she slipped away, hoping it was still going once she changed her clothes.

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[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Amara stood in the back of the group of newcomers, listening as the older grumpy girl gave a tour of the camp; she didn’t know how she really felt about this place yet. On one hand she got to learn more about herself and feel closer to her mother Demeter here, on the other she was unhappy with the fact that she had to leave her dad, grandma, and horse Periwinkle behind. She had never gone a day without her family, nor a night not sleeping in her own bed. She would miss the old floral wallpapers, creaky wooden floors, peeling yellow siding, mismatched furniture, smell of fresh flowers, and the sound of wind chimes, which made up her home.

She remembered the long car ride down from Rockland Maine, her home, to get here. Her father had looked older then, as he gripped the steering wheel, and sighed every so often as he seemed to be trying to pluck up the courage to say goodbye once he dropped her off at the Camp. The car ride had been somber and Amara had let her mind wonder as she looked out the window at the zooming by scenery, and passing cars. Her dads old Honda had the familiar smell of potting soil, and pine needles like it always did. Her grandma’s Elvis CD played on repeat for the whole trip, as nether she or her father had the energy to change it to one of the other many CDs that scattered the backseat.

The goodbye had been harder then she thought, tears had silently fallen, and the last long hug was hard to let go of, she breathed in the scent of her dad; cinnamon, and shaving cream. The last of her tears stained the shoulder of her father’s plaid flannel shirt, and then it was time for her to go. She had brought with her, her schoolbag full of clothes, her favorite books, and unicorn music box, holding her collection of trinkets, and bobbles.

She was dressed for cooler weather, unnecessary as it seemed with the way the sun was beating down today, but the coming breeze did have a chill to it, so she was glad to be wearing her favorite powder blue sweater with the pretty pearl buttons, and ribbon embroidery around the collar. The knee length skirt she had on, was the one she had gotten for her birthday only a few weeks ago, the canary yellow, and salmon pink pattern of the fabric, reminded her of her bedspread back home.

Still standing in the back of the group she waited and watched, observing the soon to be argument play out before her. She also kept glancing around the area they were standing, 20 different cabins around them all looking quite different.

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Appearance

Name: Amaryllis Lucille Irving
Alias/ Nickname: Amara, Lissie, Ammie.
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Cabin: Four

Family
Godly Parent: Demeter
Human Parent: Lionel Irving; Wildlife Biologist
Legacy: Nemesis - Five generations ago

General Information

Personality: Amara is stubborn, strong willed, and intelligent. An old soul type of child, mature and innocent all at once. She does not warm to strangers easily, and appears afraid of nothing. She controls her emotions within herself, and unlike many her age is not a big crier or hyper kid. She is slightly detach from her emotions, but she is even tempered, controlled, and emotionally mature. She wants to be strongly independent, but being so young that's not always possible. Amaryllis is very smart, and is particularly tuned into nature. She loves books, and stories, a way to escape into her mind to a fantasy world. She is the protector of people she loves, extremely loyal, a "always has their back," kind of girl, She is organized and has an excellent attention span. As she grows older the more sly, brave, and Prudent she becomes. Don't cross her,she has a tendency for revenge and holding grudges...she can be a fierce little monster when she wants to be.

Likes: Reading, birds, cats, carousels, riding horses, coconut, fancy stones, and little trinkets.
Dislikes: Spiders, angry yelling, sour candies, taking medicine, wearing shoes, and the smells of coffee, and rum.

Talents: Self Control, Horse back riding, gardening, and running fast.

Biography: Amaryllis's mother Demeter, had wrapped baby Amara in a soft cotton blanket, and placed her in a wicker bassinet, flowers woven throughout it, kissing her on the forehead she left the newborn to her father Lionel Irving. Her father found her in the middle of his living room, only five minutes later as he walked through his front door after a long day at work, and so began her life.

By the time she could walk her father was all ready telling her tales and stories about who her mother was. She lived in a happy caring environment and spent most days helping her grandma in the garden, reading books, climbing trees in the yard, riding her horse, chasing birds, making mud pies, and exploring her grandmothers huge Victorian house. Once she was old enough to go to school, her father enrolled her in the elementary school down the street. School was strange for her as she had never really been around children her age, but after a few weeks she settled into it, and even made a few friends.

Parents day came around, and all the kids in class had there moms and dad with them, except for Amara who only had her grandma show up, because her father had a emergency at work. All the kids proudly showed their parents around the classroom, presented their macaroni art, paper mache globes, and Popsicle stick birdhouses. The next day at school two kids in her class Billy, and Franny began teasing her, that her 'mom' was an old lady. Amara explained to them that the person with her yesterday was her grandma, and then she went on to say that her mom was the goddess Demeter. Everyone called her a lair, even her friends looked at her funny, and this all lead to a fight a recess, where Amara ripped a big chunk of hair out of Franny's scale and pushed her onto the ground before the play ground monitor got to them. Two weeks lunch detention, and weekly visits with the school counselor where what followed. The kids in school stopped playing with her.

Two months before her eight birthday, a monster attacked her house, resulting in her grandmother having a stroke, and her dad almost losing a limb. After that there was three most attacks, and her father finally decided it was safest for her to live at Camp half-Blood, so he dropped her off three weeks after her 9th birthday.

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Other
Other: She knows Sign Language, because her grandmother is deaf.

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Name: Myra Gene Stuart
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Cabin: one

Family
Godly Parent: Zeus
Human Parent: Renee Stuart; was a Chemist for a Cosmetic Company before she died.
Legacy: Hestia

General Information

Personality: Myra is a clever, intelligent and quick-witted girl, with a curious nature, and a direct way of approaching things, she is not afraid to speak her mind. Her father once described her as being reckless, and a daydreamer. She is an energetic, and nice girl. She is a very forgiving person, and unselfish, but also Stubborn. She becomes unhappy when someone says something she dislikes, disagrees with, or when she is talked down to, and will attack back when threatened. She’s a tough kid, and considerds her friends and family the only thing worth protecting.

Likes: Music, art, family, lilacs, nature, cold weather, Chinese food, and writing.
Dislikes: Wearing makeup, Disorganization, Lima beans, snails, Sweating, and doctor appointments.

Talents: Writing, playing piano, archery, swimming.

Biography: Myra was born to her mortal mother Renee Stuart, divorced mother of three tweens, and was surprised to find herself pregnant at the age of 41. Myra was raised by a single mother in a four bedroom apartment in Seattle; alongside her much older siblings, Janice, Paul, and Roger. Being without a father didn't bring her and her mother close, like in many cases, because even though she loved her mom, she resented her for never being home, and putting her job first, leaving Myra to take care of her self, seeing as her older siblings were not the most responsible people in the world.

She learned from a very early age that no one else could do what she could, and she was pretty sure she was crazy, and it was all hallucinations. Though her mother when she was around would always try to reassure Myra that she was not crazy, and she would tell her that her father was the same as her. These stories, didn't really help her feel normal, or happy. So she learned to ignore and pretend she couldn't control air, electricity, and weather at will. When she was nine all of her half siblings where in college or getting married, and she was the only one at home.

When she was eleven her mother was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she was her caretaker for the next two years until she died. She felt completely alone in the world. Being only thirteen the state placed her in short term foster care until the could find a family member to take her in. Three weeks later she went to live with her Aunt Sue in California.

She had thought her aunt was one of those spinster, cat ladies that you hear about, Her house was cluttered with collectible teacups, and porcelain figurines, she had six cats who were all named after famous poets. And she spent most of her time sewing quilts, doing jigsaw puzzles, and watching soap operas on tv. But Myra got to know her aunt better as time passed. She had been married once, to a man named Ross, and they had two children together. Tragically they all died in a house fire fifteen years ago, and then she became a shut in. She was a kind woman, and let Myra do as she pleased, as long as she was home before ten, and didn't fail any classes in school.

Life went on she made only two friends in school, one named Harris Willard, a wheelchair-bound flamboyant boy who was her satyr protector, not that she knew that. And second was a nerdy brace-face girl named Aimee, who was obsessed with collecting horse figurines, and slam poetry. ADHD, and Dyslexia made school hard for her, she hated anything having to do with reading and writing, until she found she could read Greek one, and writing became her favorite thing in the whole world.

A monster attacked her one evening when she was fourteen, and Harris reveled himself as her protector in order to save her, then she was on her way to camp half-blood the next day. She has been there since, happy to know she was not crazy, like she suspected.

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Lost Flight of Eden [Closed]

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Lost Flight of Eden [Closed]

So sorry I've been missing. My brother had a stroke a few days ago and I've been with him. I will be in and out until things are settled.