Scarifar

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Press was halfway through his sandwich when he heard the taunting. His first thought was that it'd soon fade, but then he heard the unmistakable tone of a child of Ares. He realized that things would soon go downhill, and Press looked up in time to see the Ares kid throw an uppercut. He briefly wondered if he should just let them get it out of their system, but quickly decided that that would be a bad idea. Press got off his seat and reached into his coat, pulling out a tazer. At the same time, Horus flew off Press' shoulder, landed on a nearby table, and gave off a loud and piercing screech. "Break it up, you two, or my tazer will do it for you," Press calmly said as he walked over to them, showing his tazer in his hand in a threatening manner to show he meant business.

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So... What now?

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Press was on his bed, reading a book off a tablet, when he heard a growling. He pulled his attention away from the story and looked around for the source. The sound appeared once more, and Press identified it as his own stomach. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed and landed on his feet. He folded his tablet (yes, folded) in half and stuffed it in a drawer in the side of his bed. He clapped twice, and 4 mechanical arms came out from the sides of his bed and straightened his sheets. When done, they retracted back, and the bed itself retracted into the ground, panel closing the hole where the bed retracted into.

Press grabbed his scarf and coat, then went into the bathroom to do his daily routine of brushing his teeth and washing his face, then patting down his scarf and coat for his trusty gadgets. Satisfied, he put them on and strolled out of the bathroom, then walked to the stand that he had built for Horus. He held his arm up, and Horus walked off his stand and up his arm onto his shoulder.

He walked out of the Hephaestus cabin and into the dining pavilion where a few people were already there. He sat down on his designated table and selected 2 ham and cheese sandwiches and a box of froot loops. He went up to the ceremonial fire and tossed in the better-looking sandwich and the entire box of froot loops. After he gave a quick prayer to Hephaestus and sat back down, he looked around to see who else was around. There wasn't anyone really interesting though, aside from that Aphrodite girl. She seemed cute, which was natural for being the love goddess' child, but Press learned long ago to guard his heart from a pretty face, especially after that empousa incident. Finally he turned his attention to his sandwich and began to eat.

Titans of Earth

No word from ColouredCyan in the past 2 1/2 days now...

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The prophecy is starting to get rather long. Even the two great prophecies of both PJ series never got that long.

Well, I'll do my best to add something...

The tinkerer's child must face an unknown fear
Else the path of the quest will not be clear.

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@RainDash Why, whatever do you mean? It's not like there's some other rp that we both participate in, with me using a character with the exact same name and the exact same automaton falcon and the exact same trait of creating machines. :3 It's just your imagination.

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I have now finished and fixed my character sheet!! :D Now RainDash, please check to see if it is satisfactory (it's the one in the quote).

@ParagonKrogan Hmmm, good point, and now I have edited that.

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Scarifar said
Name: Press Dalton
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Brown hair and brown eyes. Wears a brown coat and a scarf, both of which hide interesting tools and gadgets for easy access. Stands at 5'11", a fact that does not please him to be so close to 6", yet so far. Believes himself to look cool, but it is not the case, at least not all the time. His automaton falcon Horus rarely leaves his shoulder, except when circumstances force otherwise. Will sometimes wear prototype suits of armor that barely functions as intended half the time.
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Personality: Friendly, but paranoid with his creations. However, he spends time learning how to make better creations from both the Hephaestus and Athena cabins. He isn't afraid to let others see how he creates things as long as he has them swear on the River Styx that they don't take credit for his ideas.
History: Press lived with 2 loving parents, who always managed to find the time to spend with Press. He was taught how to build things out of bits and pieces, and Press quickly found that he was good with such a task. Press, however, spent more of his time exploring the nearby junkyard. He kept his more secret creations hidden there, and even went as far as to make his own little fort.
When he reached the age of 10, he found a metal box with a button on the top and a note that said, "It's a failure, but for you, it's enough. Happy birthday." Naturally, Press pushed the button, and it folded itself into a little cube of metal, revealing a bronze falcon with another note that had the word "Horus" on it. Delighted, he ran back home to show his parents, who were interested, though his mother had a sad look in her eyes.
In private, his mother told Press the truth, that the father he always knew wasn't his real father, and that his real father was a greek god named Hephaestus. Of course, he didn't believe her, since he was taught that gods weren't supposed to exist. Despite his mother's best attempts, Press never believed her about it, and they grew apart due to the incident.
When Press turned 13, he encountered a beautiful girl and quickly fell in love. However, the girl turned out to be an empousa, and she told him so much about the Olympian gods and the monsters. Press was nearly killed by her, but Horus swooped in and distracted her long enough for him to get away. After escaping, he was quickly found by a satyr, who then contacted his mother about the incident, and proceeded to take him to Camp Half-Blood, after a full explanation to Press' stepfather and a goodbye from Press' parents.
Powers: None...
Skills: Creating machines and tools, whether magically enchanted or scientifically advanced (or both). Proficient use of any gadget he creates (Motto: Do not create something you cannot operate, unless requested by a trusted source). Lock picking (after accidentally locking himself out of his own room).
Likes: Anything he builds, his guitar, celestial bronze.
Dislikes: People that interrupt his work, plagiarists, confrontation, girls that take advantage of guys, raisins.
Weaknesses: His swordplay is abysmal, so his fighting style is essentially hitting anything that comes his way with some blunt weapon, like a wrench or hammer. Other than that, he may merely hide behind machines that fight for him. Without machines, he has no idea how to deal with the rest of the world.
Other: Everything he owns has at least 1 custom modification, like his guitar having a gps system built into it, among other things. He also owns a celestial bronze automaton falcon named Horus, sometimes for surveillance, but mainly for companionship.

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Name: Press Dalton
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: TBW
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Personality: Friendly, but paranoid with his creations.
History: TBW
Powers: None
Skills: Creating machines and tools, whether magically enchanted or scientifically advanced (or both).
Likes: Anything he builds, his guitar.
Dislikes: People that interrupt his work, plagerists, raisins.
Weaknesses: His swordplay is abysmal, so his fighting style is essentially hitting anything that comes his way with some blunt weapon, like a wrench or hammer. Other than that, he may merely hide behind machines that fight for him.
Other: Everything he owns has at least 1 custom modification, like his guitar having a gps system built into it, among other things.

The TBW parts are there cuz I'm on a phone and can't do everything on it, so yeah. Not done, of course.

Camp Half Blood RP

Obviously 7 characters, since only 7 half bloods are allowed. Also, count me in.