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Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

Hector (Heck) O’Brien

Appearance

Age: 16

Godly parent: Tyche, goddess of luck
Power: Good luck

Weapon or gifts from godly parent: Necklace of Lady Luck, a silver chained pendant with Tyche’s likeness. While wearing it he is essentially invisible from Nemesis’ wrath.

Background:

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Hector O’Brien was raised in Las Vegas by his single father and never knew his mother. Whenever Hector asked, his father would only ever tell him “lady luck”. He only assumed that he meant that his mom was a gambler just like his dad, his fortune was made on the Vegas Strip, after all. They lived a life of fair luxury, Hector was enrolled in a nice private school and his dad never had to work for their bills. It wasn’t until Hector started to come of age that this would all turn around.

Suddenly, Hector lost everything. A night of bad cards lost a large sum of the winnings they had saved up, someone broke into their home and stole a lot more. Soon they lost their home, Hector had to start going to public school, and his dad had to take up a normal job. They lived in their car for a while and things never seemed to get better from there. Lady luck abandoned them for the first time.

One day, Hector waited outside of school to be picked up by his dad but he never came, and he got a phone call he never wanted to hear. His dad died in a serious car accident caused by a drunk tourist celebrating his winnings at the strip. All he could think to do is run, and he ran as far as he could away from the strip. He couldn’t imagine a life without his dad there with him.

He lived in hiding for months, homeless, not wanting to be found and placed in foster care. Even then, his luck never turned. He started seeing things not of this world, creatures he thought were just myth. Initially he thought he was going crazy.

Then, for the first time, his mother appeared to him. Tyche, as she announced herself, the goddess of luck. And his mother. Hector was skeptical, but what his dad said finally made sense to him. He lept and hugged his immortal parent, not a fear in his heart. She told him of camp half-blood, where he could live safely and in her view. And before he left on the journey there she gifted him a necklace. Nemesis, her sister, caused him all of this grief when she found out that he was the son of Tyche. But as long as he always wear that necklace, he would be forever invisible to Nemesis.

Hector now lives semi-permanently in the Tyche cabin in camp half-blood, where he never seems to lose a coin flip.

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

@soren well, Nemesis would be his auntie lol. No worries I won't make him a Mary Sue. Pretty sure some of the other accepted demigods have way better powers than good luck haha

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

I honestly forgot this was a thing, sorry. @soren

I may still make a character though. How about the son of Tyche, Goddess of Luck?

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

ARLO & KING LANCASTER

Arlo stood both in awe and in terror of the dragon and the threat it may pose. He stayed just behind the line of soldiers that had formed, not daring to break the formation of a bunch of anxious royal military. Still, he began to prepare himself to defend the city should it come down to it. He inhaled sharply through his nose, and his body drew in more mana than usual. The overload of power felt like a tingle under his skin. He was very careful with this technique knowing that if he overdid it his body would break apart.

The rider was essentially here to demand "protection money" like a common thug but on a much larger scale. Arlo didn't expect this to end well.
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The old King stared down the rider, furious with this farce of a request. In his younger years he might have already given the command to attack the intruder. But he knew that the wrong words here would certainly mean his own doom, as well as perhaps the entire city and kingdom itself. While the thought of dragons protecting his kingdom rather than razing it was alluring, the cost would probably mean the freedom of it's people.

"I can not simply hand over my kingdom to you." The king said coldly. "What happens if I refuse?"

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

If @restless doesn't respond within 24 hours, IC or OOC we'll just continue without.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

ARLO

Arlo took a moment to study the burn scars covering the man's face, a shocking sight no doubt. If nothing else it proved to Arlo that the dragonscale he wore was well earned. Sir Kay's advice was heard, and Arlo would try to take his experience into consideration in the future. Arlo had scars of his own, most accidentally self-inflicted while practicing magic, but none as prominent and noticeable as the knights. The idea of journeying with this hero still a monumental excitement to Arlo, he smiled and bowed. He hoped that while making the trip, perhaps he might tell him stories of his life as a more seasoned adventurer.

The sudden and powerful roar shook Arlo to the core, almost knocking him off balance. It was not a sound he had heard before, but anyone could make an accurate guess as to what sort of beast could even manage something so terrifying. Instinctively, he looked to the sky for answers and saw it. There could be no mistake, a dragon had just flown into the city and landed nearby in the courtyard. Royal grounds. Screams of terror filled the streets of the city. After a moment of raw shock from the event, Arlo turned and took off towards the landing site.
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Panic propelled the royal guards into formation, where tens on tens of men lined up on balconies with crossbows aimed toward the terrible reptile. Citizens of nobility visiting the castle grounds fled to the presumed safety deeper into the interior, where royal knights waited at the entrance ready with their weapons at the ready. The only thing that caused any sort of hesitation in firing on the dragon was the absurd sight of a man riding on it's back, and soon after the command of the king.

The man was well on in his years, his hair turned white like winter many years ago. He was unarmored, and not in the health to defend himself or his people against such a force should it attack. King Lancaster faced the beast and the man atop it, and spoke without fear.

"You've brazenly rode a monster into my courtyard and brought with you chaos to my city. You may skip the formalities, dragon rider. Deliver your message."

Lancaster believed it crucial to avoid a battle with the pair. While he was sure that the might of his army would be able to repel the threat should it come to it, the collateral damage was far too much to risk.

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

ARLO

Despite Arlo being fully aware of his carelessness, being called out on it was an embarrassment of it's own kind. Especially since this time it wasn't his doting parents but Sir Kay, who must have come expecting some kind of wise old wizard but found this half exposed whelp of a man hardly able to protect himself against a curse. He had hoped that meeting him would go a little different than this.

While Arlo was grateful for the help in properly containing it for now, there was something deeply unsettling about watching the holy water fall over the artifact. Arlo ignored it, silently reasoning that it must be gravity of the item he found had finally settled in him. He looked down at the now empty but filthy bandage in his hand, he remembered what he had done the night before. The cut was still there but it wasn't deep enough to be of concern for him, after all it must have stopped bleeding sometime while he slept and was now scabbed over. He discarded the bandage before closing the door to his dwelling.

"Thank you, Sir. I don't have much experience in the way of curses. It's not something they teach back home." Arlo said, briefly reminiscing about his hometown. "But, I hope you'll find I'm still a capable mage. I may be young," Arlo paused, calling himself young was still strange. He was over the hill as far as Leveret go, but understood his true identity. "but in the last twelve hours I've saved the life of one and potentially dozens more by this discovery."

Arlo had a desire to "prove himself" to the knight. Part of him realized that it was immature, but he would be okay with that if he managed to gain even some inkling of respect as a peer.
@AtomicNut

Isle of Atria (Open World, Always Open)

@AtomicNut Why does your profile picture almost exactly represent the attitude of your character towards Arlo to me?

World of Telduria [Reboot]

I asked the GM about this but I'm not sure if they'll be back on soon and I really want to finish working on my character sheet. Just want to know what beastmen are lol

World of Telduria [Reboot]

Why did I reply to that?