Sanity43217

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

@PrincessVampora
I really don't want to get into this. I don't care that it happens in real life, underage sex is still very illegal.
Plus, saying I should have brought it up with her original bio, which was posted like a week before I found this thread is just dumb.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

@PrincessVampora@Jasper19
I can't be the only person who feels icky about a seventeen-year-old being "very sexually active."
I don't think it needs saying, and considering all the characters are underage, I think it will start down a dark path that may get this thread as a whole banned. I'm all for fun, and characters who are open about their sexuality and such, I just don't think a role play where all the characters are in their teens is the place to do it.

Stories from Idumea: Children of Avveel

Numair al-Din was not a fan of travelling. His feet hurt, and his back ached from not having time to properly pack it at the last stop. That was why for most of the journey, he wore a stern frown. Numair liked to work at extremes. Working hard to overcome a goal, or partying hard in a local inn, but travelling was travelling. It wasn't exciting or fun. It just had to be done.
With the village coming into sight, Numair smirked. The idea of a cold pint and a warm meal was pleasing to his travel-weary soul. Pulling his back further up his back, to retighten a strap that had come loose over the course of the journey. "Ah, finally." He readjusted the way his swords were hanging on his hip. "This town better have a tavern that serves decent beer." He paused as he considered his expectations of decent beer in a rural hamlet such as Avveel. "Or just beer." Numair decided the promise of decent beer that was served cold would be a bit much to ask for. Plus, to be fair, he couldn't give to shits how it tasted as long as it took the edge off. After travelling with this lot for the past three days, he's earned a drink, or three, or five.

With newfound energy, he continued on down the path with his merry band of friends. They were an interesting group. Numair wondered what sort of adventures a Mercenary, two healers and himself would get up to in the days to come. His hand brushed his coin pouch, seeing if he had enough to indeed get drunk in this town. He frowned as it was lighter than he would have liked. Numair sighed, as he remembered he forgot to receive his commission from the Order back in Giron. While it would carry over, and he would be able to collect twice as much next time he was heading that way, he wouldn't have enough to afford a room, and get drunk in this town. Numair just hoped against hope that the Order of the Raven had a satellite office in this hamlet where he could pick up a small commission. However, it was extremely unlikely.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason welcomed the aid to his feet. Glancing between the monster and the portal. He winced as he tried to move his left arm. Having done some damage to it in the fall. He glanced around to see who was still on this side of the portal only to realise he was the only one left. Sheathing his sword, he ran for it. He leapt over a swipe of the monster's tail, and rolled over his hurt shoulder, wincing in pain, only to grab his bag of food which he had put down when the fight started. "Fuck." He was wheezing. Having had the wind knocked out of him, and with a dislocated shoulder, he was pushing himself to keep running towards the portal. The only issue was, his manoeuvring had placed the beast between him and the portal. Which did well to allow the others a window to escape, but meant his job was this much harder. "Fuck." He swore again. Realising how dire the situation was. Trying to think of a plan before they closed the portal was hard, with the pain throbbing from his shoulder.
Using his good arm, he tossed his food bag under the beast, using a gust of wind to carry it through the portal.
Jason took a step back and dropped to one knee. Trying to suck air into his burning lungs as he continued to overexert his body. "Fuck" He said again, now with a plan in mind, just not one he enjoyed. Rising to his feet, he ran. Dropping to his knees, he power slid under the monster, jumping into the air after he had cleared it. This was the part that it all hinged on. Lacking the energy to do much else, he had to get hit.
Just as he expected, Jason was smashed by the tail whip from the monster, the momentum sending him through the portal. "You can close the portal now. I think that's everyone." He said in a weak voice, lying on his back. Trying to force a smile on his face, but failing to the massive amounts of pain racking his body.

Brokmarts - Academy Of Spells

@Sanity43217 I do have a question so on knowledge it says alleged magical abilities , what would those abilities be? Or is that something we find out in the story?

@Jasper19

Part Psychic, part Physical. There really is no branch it doesn't touch on. The short version: you are drawn, mind and body, to the discovery of magic.
Students in the Knowledge discipline are innately attracted to the discovery of magic. They are considered a bit of every branch with the possible difference that their objective is not to actively practice like other Magicians but to discover, reshape, or deepen the knowledge of magic.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Ryan Sawyer

Name: Ryan Sawyer
Age: 17 (23)
Appearance:

Godly Parent: Odin, God of War and Death, God of Poetry and Wisdom, God of Magic and Divination, The All-Father
Powers: Mystiokinesis, Odikinesis & Necromancy
Enhanced Strength: Einherjar have increased strength from when they where alive.
Einherjar Immortality - While within Hotel Valhalla, einherjar cannot die, but will be resurrected after gaining a mortal wound.
Enhanced Agility: Einherjar are more agile than when they were alive.
Hebekinesis: Due to technically being dead, Einherjar can not age.
Bio: Ryan has been tasked with keeping an eye on this questing group and their so-called prophecy. Basically every time a prophecy comes up about fire and brimstone, the Norse Gods get a little antsy about it, because it might be Ragnarök. So, they sent Ryan to keep an eye on this specific one to make sure they don't end up causing the end of the world or killing all the Gods.
Other:

His Sword

His Axe

Rösk, his pet Raven

Characters theme song: Work in Progress Spotify Playlist

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Ryan Sawyer

Name: Ryan Sawyer
Age: 17 (23)
Appearance:

Godly Parent: Odin, God of War and Death, God of Poetry and Wisdom, God of Magic and Divination, The All-Father
Powers: Mystiokinesis, Odikinesis & Necromancy
Enhanced Strength: Einherjar have increased strength from when they where alive.
Einherjar Immortality - While within Hotel Valhalla, einherjar cannot die, but will be resurrected after gaining a mortal wound.
Enhanced Agility: Einherjar are more agile than when they were alive.
Hebekinesis: Due to technically being dead, Einherjar can not age.
Bio: Ryan has been tasked with keeping an eye on this questing group and their so-called prophecy. Basically every time a prophecy comes up about fire and brimstone, the Norse Gods get a little antsy about it, because it might be Ragnarök. So, they sent Ryan to keep an eye on this specific one to make sure they don't end up causing the end of the world or killing all the Gods.
Other:

His Sword

His Axe

Rösk, his pet Raven

Characters theme song: Work in Progress Spotify Playlist

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Sometimes, that's just how it be.

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Jason chortled as he drew his sword. Pointing it at the beast, as his free hand unclasped his messenger bag. The Kopis felt natural in his hand. Weight for him, it was nice, but it wasn't really his style. At least this fight would get them to fight as a team. Spinning the sword in his hand, began to take charge of the situation. The natural leadership of his parentage coming through. "Split into three teams. We don't have to win, just buy some time." Jason called to the assembled group. He moved around to the left of the creature, lightning beginning to crackle around his blade. "Those with environmental powers create a barrier. A ravine, a wall of fire, anything." He swung his sword at the Drakon, discharging the built up lightning. "You'll be playing defence, keeping it away from Tony." Jason leapt back to narrowly avoid a spurt of the corrosive venom. "Those with offensive powers, move around, and attack from the sides. You'll be less at risk of the acid spurts." Jason began swirling a disc of air in the palm of his left hand. "Those without combat powers, or weapons, stay out of the way, and help any of us who fall." He flicked out his left arm, letting the air disc to launch out and ricochet harmlessly off the scales. "Oh, and you two..." He pointed at the two who had bows and arrows. "It should go without saying, but use us as a distraction, and hit those eyes." He said pointing at the creature's eyes. This momentary break in concentration got Jason smacked across the field. Skidding to a halt about fifty metres away, face down in the dirt.