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Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

Hector (Heck) O'Brien

Hector woke up later than usual, having been up wandering the camp the night before. His half-siblings, the other children of Tyche, had already left the cabin without him. He sat up in his bunk and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes before getting up. It was already quite late in the day so he was surprised that no one had come for him yet. He thought that something exciting might have happened while he slept, as it would explain why he was forgotten about. He got himself dressed and rubbed his necklace. He thanked his mom in his thoughts for giving him the good fortune to sleep in.

It was already dinner, so he left the cabin to go grab a bite to eat. However as he approached the other campers he could tell something was wrong. Someone had collapsed and people had gathered around with shock visible in their expression. Hector picked up his pace to see what had happened but stopped in his tracks when he felt a painful burning sensation on his hand. He grasped the affected area and winced before lifting his hand to see that he had been marked with the shape of a fire.

It was clear now that whatever just happened was something more than just a camper feeling faint. He ran to the crowd, confused about what had just happened.

"Hey, what's going on?" He asked the others with urgency, grabbing at the necklace around his neck for comfort.

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.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

@VitaVitaAR

Gee, I hope sapient undead are playable

• Name: Malakai
• Age: 20
• Gender: Male
• Race: Sapient Undead (Formerly Human)
• Rank: 5 of Swords
• Appearance:
  Cold and gray, but wont age a day

  
• Personality: Malakai has always been a chipper and optimistic fellow, always finding the good in every situation he finds himself in. That hasn’t really changed since he died. Some people suspect that he must have hit his head pretty hard when he did because he doesn’t seem to mind his situation. He was known for his humor in life, and to an extent that is still the case albeit a little darker than before. He sometimes uses his body as slapstick comedy now that there are little ramifications to injury. Besides this, Malakai is a caring and law-abiding individual. Often extending the greatest kindness to strangers as much as his friends. He never wants to see a sad face and will do what he can to right any wrong, even if it’s his own wrongs.
• Brief Backstory: Malakai doesn’t remember how he died, only that is was very recently. He was part of the adventurers guild and was working his way up the ranks, and one day he woke up in an unfamiliar place and carried on as if he had just laid down for a nap. It wasn’t until he got back to civilization that he realized that he was a dead man walking. Shocked, and unsure of what had become of him, he didn’t know what else to do except return to the guild and try to continue as he had been. While he continues his work at the guild, he also seeks to find who or what saved him from his fate.
• Equipment:
  
  • Two sets of clothes (One far dirtier than the other)
  • Leather armour
  • A steel full helmet with chainmail coif
  • A length of rope
  • A knife
  • A torch
  • A Shortsword
  • A round shield
• Skills:
  
  • General hand-to-hand combat training
  • Extreme pain tolerance
  • Unending stamina
  • Undead tomfoolery

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

Dibs

If that's okay with you I mean

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

Again I just want to clarify that I don't plan to make this guy immune to danger.

It's been fun brushing up on the lore of this series and how it portrays greek mythos. This might be a fun way to get back into the series.

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:

[+]

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?"