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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@LadyRunic We're always accepting, though we aren't accepting any more Hades children, as we have a member already in the works of making a son of Hades. Sorry! If you'd still like to join, you're more than welcome to with any other godly parent, with the exception of The Big Three of course.. as they are all full with two kids each. ^^

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Corvus Helstrom, Son of Khione

Corvus Helstrom, Son of Khione

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Corvus Helstrom

_{"We will always move forward towards freedom."}

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Name:

Corvus Helstrom

Nick-Names:

Corvie, Corbs

Gender:

Male

Age:

19

Birthday:

January 6, 2002

Nationality:

Swedish

Place of Origin:

Kiruna, Sweden

Distinguishing Features:

It appears that he has a patch of grey hair due to poliosis.

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single. Ready to mingle.

Sexuality:

Straight.

Partner:

None… yet.

Ex-Partner:

Natasha Fedorov, whom he had never met in real life.

Father:

Astrad Helstrom

Mother:

Leona Lungren-Helstrom (Khione)

Siblings:

He's alone.

Legacy:

Khione

Pets:

Looks like he brought in a little ferret.

Other:

He's 5'7" tall and weighs 60 kilograms.

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

♦ Eccentric ♦ Dense ♦ Sweet ♦ Sincere ♦ Passive ♦ Timid ♦ Caring ♦

Corvus is a calm and collected individual, even in the direst of situations. This Frenchman is cold and calculating when standing in the back lines of battle, but he is loud and boisterous in privacy. He is known to be a little "playful" with subordinates and equals alike as demonstrated by his laid back attitude when talking with pretty much anyone that isn't really a higher up. Contrary to his cold powers, he is quite warm to talk with, if not a little hard to relate with due to being eccentric as heck. Corvus is also quite "sweet", at least when it comes to friends and family. Plus, he's a little stubborn despite his passive nature, perhaps manifesting in the quiet refusal that he does when told to do something he percieves as pointless. He is pretty intelligent, at least when it comes to academics.

Likes:

✔ Cute, fluffy animals
✔ Pizza
✔ Lasagna
✔ Carbonara
✔ Winter
✔ Hugs
✔ Kisses
✔ Reading

Dislikes:

✘ Insects
✘ Cigarette smoke
✘ Substance abuse
✘ Dirty surroundings
✘ Spicy food
✘ Screaming
✘ Screamo rock

Biography:

Corvus Helstrom was born in the northernmost town in Sweden, Kiruna, as the only child of a disguised Khione and Astrad Helstrom. His father was a soldier, and he would often be absent due to being assigned in the sand strewn battle fields of the Middle East as a UN Peacekeeper.. However, an injury forced Astrad to retire from the military; he would then pursue online business, while also allowed him far more time with his son. Thus, Corvus would be raised in a rather, say, unique way; he was raised to be goal oriented and to have a will of metal; determination and perseverance are some of the things that would define him as he grew up. He would thus be seen with favour by most of the local people of Kiruna. Intelligent, courteous, straight A's: the perfect child in the eyes of many. He had great pride with himself, and rightly so, for he is bound to be of the honor roll of the local high school. It was in his elementary days that he developed his eccentric properties; he sometimes used a cane even though he was not an old man, and always wore black and grey. He was weird, sure, but that didn't stop the girls (and some guys, no doubt) from crushing over him.

Days would pass, and then they turned to months and then years. One day, while contemplating about the future, he found himself lowering the temperature of his surroundings; frost and snow had formed on the ground all around him. It was a strange time, too; it wasn't even the winter months yet. There was only one possible outcome, then: he now has the power of the winter; an inheritance from Khione. Between risking being dissected by the government and hiding somewhere, Corvus would be brought by Khione to Camp Half Blood, where he'd stay for most of the time. He does online schooling to continue his studies; otherwise, he's just here.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Cabin:

Khione Cabin

Responsibilities:

Cleaning. And he is very good at it.

Status:

He's been here for a year.

Abilities:

Psychic Cryokinesis - Corvus is able to form objects out of an anomalous form of ice, whose strength varies from being as brittle as normal ice to being as durable as rock. This ability manifests primarily as cold mist that exudes from his hands, which coalesce into whatever he wishes to create. It appears that he can only create up to 50 kilograms worth at any given time, and has to 'take in' any excess ice by turning it back into mist before absorbing it. The mists could be projected as a spray, freezing hostile entities after sufficient exposure.

Cryogenic Atmokinesis - Corvus' surroundings in a radius of ten feet become colder at will, with whatever current temperature there is dropping by 10 degree Celsius.

Cryophoenix Transformation - He is able to turn into a raven sized ice phoenix at will, though he has to rest at least 20 minutes in between transformations, and could only maintain this form for up to three hours. His Cryophoenix form has sharp talons and could exhale cold air. It has a flight speed of 70 km/h, 140 if diving.

Weapon/s:

None; he makes his own.

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_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Weaknesses:

He has a crippling fear of spiders.

Other:

?.

Theme Song:

The Cryophoenix

@The Man Emperor

I think it's safe to say he is accepted. I really like the look of him! Can't wait to see what comes of him in the IC ^^ <3 Pop him on over into the character tab, sweetheart!

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

@Rockette If you'd like their CS's for reference, it can be found here. I know you had checked my character CS's the last time I had asked for your assistance creating the headers for them. Just thought I'd link them so you wouldn't have to go searching for it.

I don't have any specific ideas for any of these. Gave the color codes and a little about the characters to kind of give you a feel for them... more than excited to see whatever you might do with them. TYSM Rockette<3

Submissions

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Bronwyn Rae Knowles" ; "Daughter of Athena"
misc. // Color code is #B6876B. Very driven in training and learning anything and everything she can.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0 ; 8.0 ; 9.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Brandon Murphy" ; "Son of Ares"
misc. // Color code is #000000. He's a straight up Tony Stark (Pre-Pepper lol). Total playboy, major flirt and ladies man who has likes to cause and get into fights.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0 ; 8.0 ; 9.0 ; 10.0 ; 11.0 ; 12.0 ; 13.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Tyler Rumancek" ; "Son of Hermes"
misc. // Color code is #F6B45B. Huge mamas boy who despises his dad. He is of Romanian decent.. owns a few snakes.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; Still Picture
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Hayden Morgan" ; "Son of Hephaestus"
misc. // Color code is #FB9342. Older brother to two younger sisters, Hayden definitely acts as the authoritarian in "household". He has a very stoic demeaner most times but can be real goofy at times, too.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Miles Morrison" ; "Son of Hermes"
misc. // Color code is #FDFD96. Miles does not have a posted CS yet, as he is a character in the works.. he will more than likely take Siena's place in the list of characters on the CHAR page of that roleplay. He's a fun-loving kid that loves photography and drawing.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Sawyer Lockwood" ; "Satyr, Protector / Seeker"
misc. // Color code is #3B7C00.. if there is any way to somehow have his FC with satyr horns on his head.... that would be SICK, but if it can't be done, no worries! I'm already asking way too much.

_{As always, thank you. <3 >//< Your work is always amazing.}

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

@Rockette I actually have changed up my characters quite a bit, and.. have more than two >///< Uhm, do you think I could rework my submission a bit? I apologize if you've already begun working on her TT_TT

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Ｔｙｌｅｒ　Ｒｕｍａｎｃｅｋ

Ｓｏｎ　ｏｆ　Ｈｅｒｍｅｓ
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Location: Hades Cabin
Interactions: Grey, Salem (Erin's cat)
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Everything happened so fast. Suddenly, and without warning, Erin thrust the cup of tea back into Tyler's hands. Luckily enough for him, he'd had his eyes on her when she sat forward and did so. Catch it before she let go, he quickly stood to his feet and moved out of her way, watching her go.

^{"...I just-... I think I need a moment... I'm sorry..."}

Tyler started off after Erin as she went up the stairs two at a time, a familiar voice catching his ears and forcing him to stop in his tracks.

^{"You shouldn't go after her, none of you... Have trust in Erin that she'll do the right thing,"}

Jaw clenching, Tyler pivoted and turned to walk into the kitchen. Elias was right. As much as he hated to admit it and wanted to go console her, she clearly needed space, not to be smothered even more. With a heavy sigh, he poured her tea out into the sink and took up the sponge, dispensing a bit of soup to it before washing the mug out. Rinsing it off, he hung the thing on the drying rack on the counter before picking up his own mug to finish off his, now, cold tea. Once he downed the last of what remained in his cup, he stepped over to the stove where the pot still sat and poured himself a fresh, hot cup of tea.

Setting the pot back to the burner, Tyler turned and pulled out a chair to sit in, dropping down into the seat and set the mug down on the table. Tyler clasped his hands behind his head as he dropped his head down, groaning to himself. It wasn't long before he found hear footsteps approaching him, lifting his head to find Greyson bringing the chair back into the kitchen. The two shared a long, black stare for a moment before Greyson finally spoke up as he slid the chair back into it's place.

"Listen, mate. I'm going to head back to my cabin and giv' her som' spaiss. I know yau've got' it from her'. Just' be patient' with her, yeah?" Greyson clapped his hands over Tyler's shoulders and gave them a firm squeeze before walking out of the cabin, Tyler watching him disappear out of sight. Tyler spent a bit longer sitting at the table before the thought occurred to him, suddenly wondering who else was in the cabin waiting for her to come back down. With that thought in mind, Tyler pushed his way up from the table and stepped into the living area where the couch was located. With no one in sight, Tyler's gaze turned to stare up at where her bedroom was located. Where she was located.

Chewing on his lower lip a moment, Elias' words playing back in his head, he quickly shook them away. Time had gone by, everyone had gone. He was free to at least go up and check in on her, he didn't have to pry at her. Just to see if she maybe needed him. Sighing softly, Tyler took the stairs two at a time. Once at the top, he noticed her door had been left open, stepping up to peek his head in.

"Erin, are you alright?"

His eyes quickly scanned the room and realized she wasn't even in there, his brow narrowing. 'Where in Tartarus did she go?' he thought to himself. He stood there a moment, eyes scanning the room again as if he didn't believe it that she'd just up and disappeared on them. Why not, though? Hell, if Tyler had the ability to Shadow Travel, he'd port his way out of situations, too. He couldn't blame her. Frowning slightly, Tyler gently shut Erin's bedroom door and turned back to the stairs, slowly taking them one at a time till he reached the floor level. Ty reached an arm over his head and into the back of his shirt, itching a spot that itched on his back as he wandered back into the kitchen. The boy froze in his tracks at the sight before him, reaching his hand up to rub forcefully across his face, clearly annoyed. The black cat was on top of the table lapping at the warm liquid within Tyler's mug.

"Salem, dammit," said with a slightly irritated tone, glaring at the cat.

Browr.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier I know I don't really have to do this, cause you've been sitting with me through her creation every step of the way x) But... here she is <3

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Siena Amara De Luca, Daughter of Deimos

_{"You're strong, so own it. Love, me."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Siena Amara De Luca See, CiCi, Luca A G E March 12th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Demisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Marlton, New Jersey, U.S. N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Italian-Romanian Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'4" Weight: 113lbs Hair: Dark Brown, near Black; Wavy, cropped at shoulders Eyes: Normal; Golden Brown Powers; Worst Fear, Shadow Travel Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: Facial scar (all healed up), Left forearm tattoo, Multiple ear piercings ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single..? F A M I L Y ♥ (Godly)Father - Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. ♥ Mother - Giovana De Luca ♥ (Step)Father - Stefan De Luca ♥ Brother - Roman De Luca ♥ Blood-related demi-god cousin - Erin Maree Chase L E G A C Y Unknown P E T S "I suppose Heathcliff counts.? My cousin, Erin, says that he's mine. She sent him to me, damn near scared me half to death. He had a skull on his head.. the sight alone would have freaked me out, but he jumped up into my bed just as I was about to fall asleep. Half the camp still hasn't forgiven me for screaming so loud at 2 in the morning. I've never really been a dog person before... and he looks more like a hyena, really. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cute. I just still can't wrap my head around the whole 'hellhound' thing." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming ✔ Comics ✔ Music ✔ Playing piano ✔ Nature walks ✔ Reading (Fantasy Fiction) ✔ Homemade meals ✔ Gaming (PC, Console, Handheld) ✔ Quiet company ✔ Stargazing ✔ Bonfires ✔ Cold nights, cuddling in bed ✔ Binging movies/shows ✔ Sewing ✔ Helping people ✔ Singing ✔ Self-depricating humor ✔ Photography D I S L I K E S ✘ Being interrupted or ignored ✘ Most of today's music ✘ Shopping ✘ Getting complimented ✘ Birds ✘ Long nails ✘ Stormy weather ✘ Even numbers ✘ Letting people down ✘ Extreme negativity ✘ Seeing people sad ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventerous ♥ Curious ♥ Good-natured ♥ Playful ♥ Tomboy ♥ Emotional ♥ Assertive ♥ Naive ♥ Easily Discouraged Will flesh out better later, as well! ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will be writing up soon when I get the inspiration. First, relations, tonight! ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Six; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Y E A R S AT C A M P Less than one; no beads Full-time Camper. F A T A L F L A W ♥ Siena gets attached to people very fast. W E A K N E S S ♥ Lactose intolerant. ♥ Has slight pollen allergies. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ♥ Cabin Counselor W E A P O N S None of her own. A B I L I T I E S Odikinesis: As the child of the god of personal fear, panic and rout, Siena can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. ♥ Persona Worst Fear Generation: Siena has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, Siena can only do this to one person at a time. ♥ Terror Generation: She has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way her father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Shapeshifting (limited): Siena can change her appearance and form to people or animals. The power is limited, as she has to know a lot about the being she changes herself into. She has some practice changing into animals but hasn't attempted shifting into another person before. Her father once shifted to look like Ares, so the ability is there. She just hasn't discovered that part of it yet. The better she knows the animal/person, the stronger the shift is. Typically is only an ability that she can conjure in the midst of battle, as well. It is not a leisure ability. Umbrakinesis: She has control over darkness and shadows for various uses. Shadow Travel: She can use shadows as a way of transportation. However, great distances tend to wear her out. ♥ Darkness Generation (Has not discovered): She can solidify shadows to shoot bolts of darkness, form virtually impenetrable shields, and surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of lightless space. ♥ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): She can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible. ♥ Vitakinesis (limited): She can heal minor injuries to herself or others by using darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Most platforms, her handle is ZeldaxLove04. Siena likes to stream on Twitch with her friends. Broadcasts on Thursday nights. Sienna was lucky enough to have Hayden make some armor for her. After her first game of Cap the Flag in the basic armor, seeing everyone else donning their cool, custom-made armor sets... Siena had to have one too. Siena loves to sing and play the piano. She has a great singing voice, and really enjoys just about any kind of music but piano melodies are her favorite. She doesn't like even numbers. Her favorite number is 333 (3 3's) but any odd numbers are acceptable in her eyes. For some reason just has a slight discomfort with even numbers... Siena tends to keep her nails cut short. When they're grown out, she will chew on them when she becomes stressed or anxious. Likes to keep them short to avoid damaging her nails. Sienna knows how to speak Italian, Ancient Greek, English and elvish...yeah, that's right. Girl geeked out on Lord of the Rings hardcore and went and taught herself the elvish language. T H E M E S O N G Scars to Your Beautiful Face Claim: Christina Grimmie (R.I.P. <3) | #77DD77

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Venus Looking forward to seeing what you have in store. ^^

@Vicier ...since you've been getting on my ass to complete him...here's my goat boy for you to look over :P

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Sawyer Harvey Lockwood, Junior Protector

_{"Your best disguise is the impression your enemy has of you. Strong...and dead wrong"}

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___________________________________ N A M E Sawyer Harvey Lockwood Sawyer, Lockwood, Halfbreed, Clip-Clop A G E December 31st, 31-years-old G E N D E R Male S P E C I E S Satyr S E X U A L I T Y Polysexual ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'8" Weight: 141 lbs Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: He has the lower body of a goat. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single P E T S "Do I count myself..or...?" ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Music ✔ Smoking ✔ Partying ✔ Helping out ✔ Drinking wine ✔ HTTYD ("Thanks Ty!") ✔ 'Foot' races with new campers D I S L I K E S ✘ Dogs ✘ Bullies ✘ Cyclops' ✘ Being underground ✘ Aggressive campers ✘ Reptiles and spiders ✘ Being stuck in enclosed spaces ✘ Being stuck inside for too long ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Innocent 羊 Naive 羊 Childish 羊 Stubborn 羊 Happy-Go-Lucky 羊 Protective 羊 Optimistic 羊 Talkative ____________________________________________________________________________ S A T Y R I N F O C A B I N Hermes Cabin, bunked with Tyler Rumancek when at camp W E A K N E S S § Wine dependent § Aerial attacks R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Bringing new demi-gods to camp, protecting them till they can get into the protective walls of the camp. W E A P O N S Two swords passed down from his father. He keeps the bottom one pictured with him and leaves the other at camp in the trusted hands of his friend, Tyler Rumancek. A B I L I T I E S ABILITIES: § They can detect half-bloods and monsters (but not underground) by scent. § They can control nature by playing music on their reed pipes. § They can talk to animals and some monsters. § They have animal-level hearing and smell. § They can eat recyclable material (tin, aluminum, plastic, etc.) and even wood and grass. § They can run at superhuman speeds, along with climbing, as a result of goat legs. § They can sense nature magic (such as the Golden Fleece, Pan, and gifts of Pan). § They can sense emotions of demigods and mortals. § They practice woodland magic. § They age at half the rate of a human or demigod. § When they die, they are reincarnated as plants or trees, such as laurels (if they are lucky), and flowers (the average satyr). ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R As stated before, Sawyer sleeps in Tyler's Cabin Counselor room on the floor. Sawyer is a huge Disney fanatic, often times can be found hanging with Brynn binging old Disney movies. T H E M E S O N G I'm Still Standin' by Taron Egerton Face Claim: Tom Holland | #00FFFF

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Venus HI ANG!! <3 (Vicier is going to respond to your questions! Just wanted to say hello ^^ She and I are on discord chat rn, and she was already in the middle of responding when I realized it was you!)

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

_{Brandon Murphy & Erin Chase}

Location: Ares Cabin, Brandon's Bedroom - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
^{Interacting With: Each other @Vicier}

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The son of Ares gently closed the door to the Hephaestus cabin behind him, a wide grin still plastered on his face as he rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face. His mind replaying what just happened a few minutes ago, his feet carrying him towards his own cabin without so much as a thought to it. The only thought that crossed his mind was the fact he may or may not need another shower, now. No matter what, the stupid grin on his face didn't change. He didn't care if the passing campers knew. Him and his reputation? They had to have known.

Brandon pushed his way through his door, and just as he crossed over the threshold the thought crossed his mind that he'd left the revolver back at Ky' vie's.

"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath. He shrugged it off and made a mental note to get it from her later. For now, he was focused on grabbing his things to head off to the Arena to train some. The son of Ares pushed himself up the staircase two at a time, crossing the distance to his bedroom door.. which was slightly cracked open. Bran hadn't remembered leaving it open but shrugged it off as he had been in a hurry earlier.

Bran quickly noticed the dark figure sitting on his bed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, his hands balling up into quick fists. Nudging the light switch with his elbow, the light illuminated the room and revealed who the strange figure on his bed was. Cross-legged against the bed frame to his King-sized bed, having apparently donned his favorite hoodie that he clearly recalled had been hanging over one his armchair in the corner of his room.. was Erin. Erin Chase, herself.

The son of Ares snorted softly, slipping into his room and shut the door behind him.

"You know, if someone sees you in here there's gonna be a--" As Bran drew closer, he could see the girl had streaks down her face. She'd clearly been crying. This morning's message from Mr. D and Chiron came springing back into his mind. Brandon moved over to the bed, sitting down half cross-legged with one foot still firmly planted on the floor. He reached a hand up and gently took her chin in hand, lifting her face up so their eyes could meet.

"Hey, hey. No tears, alright? Dry it up, buttercup." His hand dropped back into his lap, sitting back a little as he kept his gaze on hers. "Chiron and Mr. D told us what's happened. Please tell me you have a better plan than coming here to ask me to try talking some sense into him." The joking was light, and he tried to couple it with a bit of a smile but even Bran had a hard time seeing her this way. He never liked seeing his little sister so torn up, and so afraid.

"..I-... I need you, Bee..."

One look into his eyes- those stunningly green eyes... The type of green that spoke deeply to the very soul of nature; that existed and could only be found in the lushest of rain forests. It was these very eyes that, for her, sparked that particular color palette she used whenever the art she was creating portrayed a landscape. The fresh wands of grass... the new buds sprouting... that deep emerald that ran through the leaves of the ferns as droplets of water rolled over them-... but for her, it meant more than that. And one look into the eyes of the man that was, through better and worse, her brother was all that it took for the walls that she kept up to come crumbling down completely. And body shifting where she sat, leg awkwardly twisting around underneath her; it wasn't long before Erin was crawling over the bed.

Closing the already small amount of space between them, and curling herself against him like a child seeking comfort. Her dark eyes shutting as she brought her head to rest over his collar bone, arms wrapping around his torso; her fingers curled. Clinging to him almost desperately.

"I'm right here, Ren, w--"

Brandon watched as she climbed over the bed and closed the space between them, curling up into his lap as she clung to him. The sight forced a frown on the boy's face, wrapping his arms around her in a firm, comforting embrace. Bran was never really the touchy-feely type, but Erin had always been a soft spot. After what they'd been through together, how could she not? He gently rested his head atop hers, rubbing her back gently as he stared off at nothing in particular, deep in thought. He let the silence hang in the air for some time before he finally spoke up, keeping her wrapped up in his arms the way he knew she needed right now.

His voice took on a more serious tone but still remained soft as he spoke to her. "Got a feeling you're not here just cause you needed a hug from lil' ol' me.. so, what's our destination? Have you assembled the Avengers yet?" Bran cracked a bit of a smile, then, peaking down at her without moving too much.

The smallest shadow of a smile cracked across her lips as his words fell on her ears, only to settle in her mind. Our destination. She didn't even have to ask; aside from the way that he made her feel safe, he already knew why she was there. Knew that she wouldn't- that she couldn't do this without him. She hadn't needed to so much as utter a single syllable in the ways of asking him for his help, and he was already willing to throw himself into the quest with her. No questions asked. Both of them had changed so much over the last four years- neither of them could say that they were the same people that could be seen in the photos both of them kept, but... despite it all, when it came down to it, they were always in it together. The two of them.

"..Roma..."

Pausing a moment, giving a chance for the knowledge of where this quest was going to lead them to sink in, Erin tilted her head back. Her dark eyes once more meeting with his as she gazed up at him from beneath his favorite hoodie, "..as for the Avengers, I... have my playboy billionaire..." Again another smile; small as it was, remaining over her lips, she eventually gave a light shake of her head. Her eyes falling away from his to instead wander aimlessly towards the wall she was facing. Her body curling further into his gentle embrace, "..honestly, I-I wasn't even sure I was going to do this- I was ready to just give up... to let your dad have me... and the others-... everyone kept saying 'we'... 'we're going to do this', or... 'we're going to succeed'. Things like that. It... it got too much, so I just... left..."

...'you've gotta be kidding me..' he thought to himself. Rome? Brandon pulled back a little to get a better angle on her just as she looked up at him. Smirking, he grabbed the hoodie and pulled it back over her head so that he could really see her. The Avengers reference only made his smile widen, but only for a moment. As her gaze fell from his, his smile slowly faded. His lips pressed together in a fine line. When she curled further into him, he only tightened his embrace on her, gently rubbing her back again as he'd done before while he listened to her.

"I was ready to give up...to let your dad have me.."

Brandon snorted softly, smirking a bit as his mind heard that a totally different way but tried to remain serious.. but his dirty mind won him over in the end, raising an eyebrow at her. "Let my father have you? Erin Maree Chase, I never took you for one to go sleeping around. With a god, no less!" 'One that's trying to kill you.' he finished the thought in his mind, not wanting to completely damper the mood. He wanted to keep it light. She was in a fragile state and he knew it. Knew it better than he could even admit to himself.

"Gonna let the time run out and have a go at my old man, are ya?"

"..fottuto idiota..!" Hand drawing back, the warmth spreading over her cheeks causing them to turn a bright shade of red, Erin brought her palm back down against his chest with a dull 'smack'. His jab, however gutter-driven it was causing the smile on her lips to grow just a tad wider. The clearly playful blow, in no way meant to hurt him- not... like she could anyway. Not really.

Brandon laughed, smiling from ear to ear at the smack and the blush that had painted across her face. The position that he sat was starting to get uncomfortable, snaking his hand under her legs and gently picked her up in his arms long enough to turn them around and sit cross-legged against the headboard as she had been before. Bran set her down gently in his lap with her legs draped over his, wrapping his arm back around her and rested his cheek atop of her head.

He had his own walls put up for those he dealt with on a daily basis, but as he sat there with his best friend, his sister, in his arms, he could feel them falling down. Like a drawbridge... It'd been some time since she'd come to him needing him like this. It was nice to feel needed.. as odd as that might be to think that Bran being needed was something he liked. It was different. The vulnerability wasn't entirely ideal, but being vulnerable around Erin was tolerable enough that it didn't bother him.

The son of Ares sighed softly. "Well, if we're gonna do this, we should probably get a move on, Ren. We've only got a week to get this done... you have anyone else in mind to go with us?"

"..Ty... and Spence- there's no way in Tartarus that either of them would let me leave without them..."

Shaking her head lightly, mind drawing back to the scene that she'd left back in her cabin. Sure the guys wanted to prove that they were there for her, but... what good was that going to do if half of them continued to bicker with each other..? Tyler didn't seem to like Spencer... Spencer hated her cousin... Greyson just took it all in his stride and jabbed right back with the attitude, and she didn't even want to start about the looks she'd seen thrown back and forth between the two sons of Thanatos. The only two that had managed to keep from getting involved in the bickering had been Kyrin and Elias; though she was sure that both had their own opinions of the others.

Sighing, she once more brought her hand up to rest against his chest, "..Carlos, maybe..? And... I don't know... we're meant to be chasing a damn bird so... Zeru..? Thunder-thighs can fly, right..?"

Brandon nodded lightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thought about her choices. Counting himself and her, that would mean.. six?

"Six, huh? Hm.." Thunder thighs. He chuckled softly at the nickname, shaking his head at her. "Yes, children of Zeus can fly."

Six people. But why? Bran was stuck on it, pulling back from her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What exactly did the Oracle tell you, Ren?"

"..six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... a land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least..." Staring blankly at her hand resting over his chest for a moment or two longer, Erin lifted her head. Once again letting her dark gaze draw up to meet with his. It was the second time she'd had to repeat what the Oracle had said to her; already she was sick and tired of it, but she also had a feeling that it was just how these things went, "..while two might find love, one soul shall be taken... the Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..?"

Brandon listened closely to her as she spoke, one eyebrow raised as she turned to look up at him. 'While two might find love'.. The line made Bran suddenly uncomfortable, stiffening up a bit as he shifted in his seated position _{(not in that way, you nasties!)}. 'One soul shall be taken.. the Lady's dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..?' Brandon's gaze fell from Erin's then, his eyebrows furrowed again as eyes absentmindedly fell on the door of his room.

Would they find the dove, and Ares still take Erin's life? A soul shall be taken.. no. No, if it came to it, Brandon would take up arms against his own father, even if it killed him. The way the gods played with them was disgusting, forcing a frown to surface on Bran's face. He harbored no affections for his father, nor any of the other gods.. He couldn't care less what they thought but maybe seeing Ares' own son defending the girl, maybe he might see through his rage. Maybe? Hell, that was like asking for water in an endless desert.

Brandon sighed heavily, turning his gaze back over to hers, his expression softening a bit. His tone playful as he poked her in her side with a cheeky grin, "How many times have you had to say that one, today?"

"..twice... so far..." Squirming lightly in his arms; the gentle pokes at her side causing eyes to narrow in warning, though her smile returned, no matter how small. Gods, he could be such a shithead. He knew she was ticklish; but each and every time, he still pushed his luck... and each and every time, despite it all, she let him get away with it.

Rolling her eyes, Erin took a quick swat at his hand as she continued, "..but hearing it-... I may have run away from the Oracle... That shit was straight out of horror movie; there was no way I was sticking around for whatever satanic sacrifice crap that bitch had going on up there... seriously; how many candles does one person need..?"

Bran chuckled at her squirming and batting at his hand, smacking the top of her hand tenderly. He laughed a bit, wrapping his hand back around her so she couldn't smack it back.

"Oh, candles aren't that bad. Though the ones up there, you're right. Straight-up horror movie shit. Least get some scented ones, for the gods' sake." Bran could hear movement outside his door, some of his siblings must have been wandering down the hallway as he could hear the footsteps carry off and fade. His attention came back to Erin, tilting his head to one side like a dog when they hear the word 'walk'.

"If I'm gonna pack, you're gonna need to get up, goofball."

"..if I get up, I'm taking this hoodie with me."

Bran smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, yeah.. what do you think I'm gonna do... rip it off you?" He shook his head, the smirk only growing as he sat up, picking her up once more to move her off to the side of the bed before standing up, moving far enough away he wouldn't get smacked before saying, "Just because I have a reputation to uphold when it comes to undressing women... no. You're... beautiful, Ren. But it's a hard no, from me. Kay? Just.. no."

The pillow was sent soaring across the room before the words had so much as finished leaving his lips; her own turning even further up, and for the first time in quite some time, her features were lit up with her smile. A soft twinkle sparkling in her iris' as she slid off the edge of the bed. Getting back to her feet, "You're such a dick, Bee. I seriously can't believe you even went there."

Brandon caught the pillow before it could hit him, laughing as he tossed it back onto the bed. "Do you seriously expect any less from me? Come on. You know me better than that."

The boy wandered over to his closet and pulled open the door, moving over his sword and armor set he had lying on the floor as he tried to find his bag. Spotting it, it was located at the back of the closet on the opposite end from where he was currently looking. A great huff of a sigh passed through his lips as he tugged the closet door shut and opened the other side, leaning in to pull out his backpack before tossing it up onto the bed where they'd just been sitting.

She did. Erin could swear that she knew Brandon better than she knew herself; it was just a simple fact that it worked both ways. Hesitating a moment, her hands finding their way into the pockets of his hoodie, when she spoke again, her voice was softer.

"..travel-wise, I-... I don't know what to do... I just know I want to avoid the Underworld..."

Brandon wandered over to his Chester drawers, pulling out clothing from each one of them and tossing them over his shoulder. His aim was for the bed but some fell short, falling to the floor. He didn't care, he'd pick them up when he turned back around.

"Why, though? It'd be one of the quickest ways. Either that or shadow travel. You and Spence could take half the group each and get there. It'd be quite the jump, but... it's either that or risk flying. Driving is clearly out of the question and a boat would just take way too long."

"..it is the quickest way, yeah, but... taking that route means entering the Labyrinth..."

Right. Brandon turned then and snatched up all the clothing that had fallen to the floor, stuffing them into his backpack without folding them up at all. "Well, again.. could just shadow travel. It is a far distance, though. You gotta be careful with that." With that, his eyes turned up to meet hers. "Spencer is from that area, isn't he? Should be easy to get a location to travel to."

Remaining planted where she was, Erin followed his movements with a simple turn of her head. Her gaze trailing after him, "..he kept talking about Wales... it's where he's from originally; same with fish-breath..."

Brandon chuckled softly. For some reason, he did remember Davies was from Wales. He zipped up his backpack and reached into the closet, grabbing out his sword and his throwing knives, eyeing Erin. "So.. are you gonna give me my hoodie back or am I going to have to pick another one?"

Realistically, he was fine with it either way. "Either way, we gotta hurry up and get a move-on, Ren. Time is of the essence."

"..it's cute how you think you're getting this back." It was a jab, a playful one, though even she knew that it was half-hearted. Really, she didn't want to think about the fact that she only had seven days. Seven days to find a bird or suffer. Gods, it sounded like something straight out of one of her novels. And she still needed to bust down her pride enough that to ask the others if they would even consider helping her...

..she was really regretting the fact that she ever got up this morning...

Nodding her head lightly, however, Erin hesitated. Almost as though she were trying to work up the courage to do it before she eventually turned and left the room. Her shoulders hunching over as she made her way down the stairs, and out the front door of the Ares cabin. Not caring one iota of whoever might see her doing so.

Translations

Fottuto idiota = "Fucking idiot"

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Ｂｒｏｎｗｙｎ　Ｋｎｏｗｌｅｓ

Ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ　ｏｆ　Ａｔｈｅｎａ
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Location: Just outside the cabins > Bunker 9
Interactions: Corona @Zenritch, Pierre @MarshiestMallow
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^{"I shouldn't have grabbed it... everyone else was distracted and I just... snatched it up."}

Brynn frowned a little at the comment, wondering why he wasn't more excited or enthusiastic about having won. Wasn't that the whole point at attempting the event in the first place, was to potentially clamber up the tower and snag the idol? Was almost like he was surprised, as if he didn't know he had it in him. Corona had asked Pierre to swear on the Styx over the secret she had hidden in the Bunker, though it wasn't aimed at her, Brynn quickly nodded and crossed an 'x' over her heart with her finger with a bit of a smirk. Cross your heart, hope to die. Something her dad and her had always done.

It was settled, and Corona had accepted their declarations of fealty. The daughter of Athena followed closely behind Corona for some time before falling back a bit to walk side by side with Pierre, gently nudging the boy with her elbow and flashed him a soft grin.

Ne laissez personne vous permettre de penser que vous êtes un outsider, pas même vous-même. Si vous ne pensez pas différemment, c'est tout ce que vous vous permettez d'être. Vous l'avez, Pierre. Souviens-toi de ça. She flashed the son of Morpheus a reassuring grin, her eyes falling back on the girl ahead of them as she led them into the fray.

As they came to the Bunker, Brynn watched Corona closely. The daughter of Athena had always been curious about Bunker 9, this being the first time she'd have been taken inside to explore what was beneath the surface. With a snap of Corona's fingers, a spark of flames erupted before their eyes, Brynn's own widening a little at the display. She always thought fire was so beautiful. The fact that the Heph kids could just create it from thin air, it was always something Brynn somewhat envied. To wield fire in the palm of one's hand... badass. Though Brynn did not catch the reference to what Corona was trying to replicate, it was still very cool for her to see, forcing a wide grin across the girl's face.

Brynn's eyes flickered back and forth rapidly, taking every little thing in as the large hangar doors opened up, following behind Corona at her heels. Her eyes glanced over all the blueprints littered all over the floors and work benches that they passed, coming to what seemed like a dead end. Brynn could see Corona huddled against the wall with their back facing them. Curious, Brynn peeked around Corona's shoulder and noticed the console attached to the wall as she was inputting a code in. The girl quickly pulled back and gave Corona the privacy to input her code, turning away from the curly-haired girl, her eyes found Pierre. She didn't say anything, just simply stared at him a moment with a friendly half-smile as Corona fidgeted with the console on the wall.

Several moments later, the sound of a door opening brought Brynn's attention back over to the girl, seeing the opening in the wall just a few steps away. Following behind the Heph girl again, Brynn stepped into the elevator and checked the number of levels to the lift. Fifty levels?! The girl's jaw dropped, her face riddled with disbelief. 'Holy Hephaestus!' She watched as Corona hit the very last floor and suddenly remembered her discomfort with elevators as the doors closed, the lift lurching slightly before slowly descending. Brynn folded her arms gently over her chest, standing with a slightly staggered stance as she tried to think of something other than the butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling as the elevator descended down to the bottom floor.

Once there, Brynn let out a heavy sigh. That was a lot of floors.

Walking out into the very large room, the first thing Brynn's eyes caught was the frame to what looked like some sort of airship, then gliding over the rest of the area. There were even living quarters down here. Was this why sometimes the Heph kids just disappeared for days on end? No wonder why no one ever really made a fuss when they went missing.

^{"Well there she is. My magnum opus, the Aerial Assault Airship: Aurora. Or at least it will be provided I work out a few problems I have encountered. ...If I'm building something that's only meant to be an airship, then I could probably make the build myself, and on a much quicker pace. However, I never really have built a megazord before so I need some ideas on how I could make it so that it can transform from that, to this."}

Brynn looked down at the drawing that Corona had, peeking back up at the frames of the airship before looking back down at the sketch of the robot. Corona wanted to get the airship to transform into the giant robot she had sketched out. Had the girl been watching too much Transformers, lately? The daughter of Athena stood back on her heels, looking at the frame again as she chewed on her lip in deep thought. It came back to her that Corona had mentioned she had run into some problems. Brynn turned her stormy gaze on the Hephaestus girl, tilting her head slightly.

"You said you ran into an issue.. or, issues, rather. Mind expanding on that a bit? What's going on with it?"

Translation

"Ne laissez personne vous permettre de penser que vous êtes un outsider, pas même vous-même. Si vous ne pensez pas différemment, c'est tout ce que vous vous permettez d'être. Vous l'avez, Pierre. Souviens-toi de ça." = "Don't let anyone allow you to think you're an underdog, not even yourself. If you don't think any different, that's all you're ever gonna allow yourself to be. You got it, Pierre. Remember that."