@themadhatter420
And now we wait....
And now we wait....
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The Real Shoe Thief
STATUS: Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure. 5 yrs ago
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Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .
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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!
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Name(First and Last): Hunter Monroe
Age: 18
Gender: Male
# Of Years You've Attended CHB: 9 years, on and off.
Godly Parent: Nemesis.
Which Side You're On: Neither but not neutral.
Appearance: Hunter stands 5'10", he is Caucasian with long dark brown hair and eyes with that are both grey. He generally is in jeans and a T-Shirt, but may wear various combat clothes, anything from armor to a collection of Uniforms. He always has a small satchel on his side for carrying small Items that he could use in a moments notice. He may at many times be wearing a faded green cap. If it's cold a stripped green beanie. (Hope this works, if not I can have something drawn up at some point, just may take time.)
Skills:
Hunter's hand to hand is where he is strongest. It is a field that was drilled in by his father, and the camp. He uses a Standard issued camp sword most the time for this, though he has a hatchet as a back up or in some cases he uses it duel with his sword. he also carries a combat knife if all else fails.
Hunter is one of the demigods with experience with firearms, even though he has this experience he will rarely use one. This does not mean he can handle a bow, if you give him a bow he will likely shoot his own eye out trying to use it.
Survival, Hunter is a survivor. He has lived on his own and on the road for much of his life. He has spent much of his time improving how to survive in harsh conditions because of this, this would include things from filtering water to starting fires. Though first aid is always a bit of a problem.
Powers: None.
Personality:
Hunter is one of those people who cares for his people, he will do anything to protect those he cares about. The problem with that is he doesn't really know who is his people. He has a tendency to show mistrust for most people out of fear of getting double crossed. He has a tendency to be a smart ass, and sarcastic. This would be related to his amount of time in the Hermes cabin.
History:
Hunter was raised with magic, his mortal father made it very clear that there were things that would try to kill him as he grew up. His father being the son of another demigod knew enough information to teach Hunter as he grew up how to defend himself from monsters. By the age of Nine his father started taking him on trips, these trips they went out to find and kill monsters that Hunter would one day have to learn to kill himself. After one of the trips there was an accident, resulting in a death of a mortal. After this Hunter ran away to the one place he thought he could avoid the life his father was preparing for him, Camp Half Blood.
Hunter spent two years in Camp Half Blood before he realized his life was going to the same place, just a different route. Over the course of four years he would leave camp and return not knowing where to go. He was eventually claimed at the age of fifteen, a child of Nemesis. He was angry at this point, he spent years in the Hermes cabin with the other Hermes kids, only to be sent to a cabin where for the most part he was one of the only kids in it. So like before he ran off, and he confronted his father about his mother, why he was only learning who she was now. The answer he got, "You weren't here to get an answer."
He returned to camp, still unsure what to do with himself. After trying to find his place he practiced many different training exercises to help find where he was to go with his life. He spent time with several cabins brushing up on skills and information he could use to help him as he grew up. the biggest ones were, the Ares cabin where he practiced his new skills as a Demigod Warrior, and fixing up his skills as a killer. He also spent time with the Athena cabin, learning more on history about the gods, but not ancient history, more modern, starting from the 1900's to the present day. He especially got vaccinated withe the Titan war, after reading this and figuring out how much the gods have done, he lost trust with in the gods overall.
Once the civil war broke out he hated the idea that the demigods were taking sides in a war that he felt none of them should get involved in. Though he liked the idea of the gods falling from power, he tries at several points during the war to find a way to cause the gods too keep fighting with as few demigods casualties as possible, in hopes that they will wipe each other out.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
# Of Years You've Attended CHB: 9 years, on and off.
Godly Parent: Nemesis.
Which Side You're On: Neither but not neutral.
Appearance: Hunter stands 5'10", he is Caucasian with long dark brown hair and eyes with that are both grey. He generally is in jeans and a T-Shirt, but may wear various combat clothes, anything from armor to a collection of Uniforms. He always has a small satchel on his side for carrying small Items that he could use in a moments notice. He may at many times be wearing a faded green cap. If it's cold a stripped green beanie. (Hope this works, if not I can have something drawn up at some point, just may take time.)
Skills:
Hunter's hand to hand is where he is strongest. It is a field that was drilled in by his father, and the camp. He uses a Standard issued camp sword most the time for this, though he has a hatchet as a back up or in some cases he uses it duel with his sword. he also carries a combat knife if all else fails.
Hunter is one of the demigods with experience with firearms, even though he has this experience he will rarely use one. This does not mean he can handle a bow, if you give him a bow he will likely shoot his own eye out trying to use it.
Survival, Hunter is a survivor. He has lived on his own and on the road for much of his life. He has spent much of his time improving how to survive in harsh conditions because of this, this would include things from filtering water to starting fires. Though first aid is always a bit of a problem.
Powers: None.
Personality:
Hunter is one of those people who cares for his people, he will do anything to protect those he cares about. The problem with that is he doesn't really know who is his people. He has a tendency to show mistrust for most people out of fear of getting double crossed. He has a tendency to be a smart ass, and sarcastic. This would be related to his amount of time in the Hermes cabin.
History:
Hunter was raised with magic, his mortal father made it very clear that there were things that would try to kill him as he grew up. His father being the son of another demigod knew enough information to teach Hunter as he grew up how to defend himself from monsters. By the age of Nine his father started taking him on trips, these trips they went out to find and kill monsters that Hunter would one day have to learn to kill himself. After one of the trips there was an accident, resulting in a death of a mortal. After this Hunter ran away to the one place he thought he could avoid the life his father was preparing for him, Camp Half Blood.
Hunter spent two years in Camp Half Blood before he realized his life was going to the same place, just a different route. Over the course of four years he would leave camp and return not knowing where to go. He was eventually claimed at the age of fifteen, a child of Nemesis. He was angry at this point, he spent years in the Hermes cabin with the other Hermes kids, only to be sent to a cabin where for the most part he was one of the only kids in it. So like before he ran off, and he confronted his father about his mother, why he was only learning who she was now. The answer he got, "You weren't here to get an answer."
He returned to camp, still unsure what to do with himself. After trying to find his place he practiced many different training exercises to help find where he was to go with his life. He spent time with several cabins brushing up on skills and information he could use to help him as he grew up. the biggest ones were, the Ares cabin where he practiced his new skills as a Demigod Warrior, and fixing up his skills as a killer. He also spent time with the Athena cabin, learning more on history about the gods, but not ancient history, more modern, starting from the 1900's to the present day. He especially got vaccinated withe the Titan war, after reading this and figuring out how much the gods have done, he lost trust with in the gods overall.
Once the civil war broke out he hated the idea that the demigods were taking sides in a war that he felt none of them should get involved in. Though he liked the idea of the gods falling from power, he tries at several points during the war to find a way to cause the gods too keep fighting with as few demigods casualties as possible, in hopes that they will wipe each other out.
@themadhatter420
Yup! Just waiting to post, I don't think I am in a position to post yet.
Yup! Just waiting to post, I don't think I am in a position to post yet.
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Hank knew what was happening, that silver bullet was the easy way to kill the fucker, technically the gun would still work but no way he would get more then one shot out of it before it exploded, maybe two if braced correctly. But now, his arm was in a hold to be severed, Magnus was strong, but so was Hank.
Hank drove his foot into Magnus'es knee forcing him to let Hank go, He then swung his fist is a sideways motion sending the old blood into a spiral. Fighting this guy was not something that would be easy, his strength could match the old blood, but he had experience, he knew how to use all his powers, Hank was still struggling with them. He had to level the field before Magnus tor him a new one.
Hank grabbed the Jet Injector from his jacket. The vile inside was filled with dead mans blood, the stuff was weeks old. Old enough to do damage, but pushing its limit for any form of energy for vampires, a vampire would have to be really desperate for blood to even consider trying the crap. He held the machete in one hand and the injector in the other. He knew the old blood was faster, he would have to hope his strength and his armor would hold him back long enough to try and level the field.
Hank knew what was happening, that silver bullet was the easy way to kill the fucker, technically the gun would still work but no way he would get more then one shot out of it before it exploded, maybe two if braced correctly. But now, his arm was in a hold to be severed, Magnus was strong, but so was Hank.
Hank drove his foot into Magnus'es knee forcing him to let Hank go, He then swung his fist is a sideways motion sending the old blood into a spiral. Fighting this guy was not something that would be easy, his strength could match the old blood, but he had experience, he knew how to use all his powers, Hank was still struggling with them. He had to level the field before Magnus tor him a new one.
Hank grabbed the Jet Injector from his jacket. The vile inside was filled with dead mans blood, the stuff was weeks old. Old enough to do damage, but pushing its limit for any form of energy for vampires, a vampire would have to be really desperate for blood to even consider trying the crap. He held the machete in one hand and the injector in the other. He knew the old blood was faster, he would have to hope his strength and his armor would hold him back long enough to try and level the field.
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Hunter smiled, he was glad that Amelia understood his situation, he still felt like an asshole for his actions. But it was nice to know that she understood the situation. He turned over and Hugged her tight, as tight as he could with one arm, tears rolling down his face. "It's not mine, The kid isn't mine." He let go and held Amelia's shoulder with his good hand. "I called my sister after the car wreck and she was getting ready to call me! They got the results! The kid isn't mine!" He hugged her again.
He let go and grabbed a small flask. "You want me to go easy on drinking? I can do that." He tossed the flask off the roof. He barely noticed a person on the ground below get pegged with the flask. "...oops." He struggled to not laugh at the poor sucker who got hit with the flask. "Well then, quitting drinking may be a bit more entertaining then I though." The person got up an started cussing a storm. "...Ya glad I'm not down there."
Hunter walked to the other side of Amelia so his good arm could be wrapped around her. "And ya, I am not needed as a drunk, I am needed as a hero." He took a deep breath. "I love you still, I never have loved anyone else more then you. And if you want, I would like to be your hero, I want to be there for you, I need to know that who ever you are with is the right person for you, and I am hoping that person could be me."
He let go and grabbed a small flask. "You want me to go easy on drinking? I can do that." He tossed the flask off the roof. He barely noticed a person on the ground below get pegged with the flask. "...oops." He struggled to not laugh at the poor sucker who got hit with the flask. "Well then, quitting drinking may be a bit more entertaining then I though." The person got up an started cussing a storm. "...Ya glad I'm not down there."
Hunter walked to the other side of Amelia so his good arm could be wrapped around her. "And ya, I am not needed as a drunk, I am needed as a hero." He took a deep breath. "I love you still, I never have loved anyone else more then you. And if you want, I would like to be your hero, I want to be there for you, I need to know that who ever you are with is the right person for you, and I am hoping that person could be me."
We are waiting to put the plan into action.
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To Hunter,
From Delilah.
@Silent Observer
I would like to blame the short attention span of surviving a horrible car wreck on that.
To Hunter,
From Delilah.
@Silent Observer
I would like to blame the short attention span of surviving a horrible car wreck on that.
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Delilah ragged Hunter into the hall, where he receives one of the biggest slaps of his life. "NEVER put a hand on me again, Hunter, or I swear to you I'll give you another story to tell about why you're in the hospital again. Do you understand me? Or do I need to give you a couple of more slaps?" He was in shock as she went back into the suite, he didn't know what to do though. He panicked, He had no idea what to do when he caught on too the situation back then. He was scared of losing the people close to him. He fell back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor. "...I was only trying too help..." Didn't help the situation when Adelisa said she was being used. Is that how his actions came across? Was he that much of a moron?! "DAMMIT!" He screamed as his fist hit the dry wall.
He pulled his hand off the wall in shock, he's impulsive. He punched the guy Amelia was with out cold, who had no idea why. He drive the damn car well he was drunk as hell, barely got out of that alive. He kissed Adelisa when he was weak, when he felt like he was alone now, and then trying to fix the effects from that he runs into the girls condo like a mad man and tried to kick int he damn door?!
Amelia walked by him as he was on the ground. She kept going, he wanted too call out and try to fix what chances they had... or at least get a chance to talk to her again. He wasn't going to just let her slip away again, even if they wouldn't get back together he wanted a chance to say goodbye.
Hunter pulled himself up after Amelia got into the elevator. It hurt like hell but this was something he had to do. He got into the elevator to as high as it would go, then eh would have to take the stairs. He made it about Three steps before he stopped from the pain. "Dammit..." he breathed for a moment and looked up. "Alright... only a few more times of dying and I'll be at the top." He kept forcing himself to get up the stairs, supporting himself on the railing as he went, each step causing more pain then the last.
He made it to the stop, he felt like he was going to collapse, Why the hell were stairs so damn hard?! He could walk just fine... ish, but these stairs were kicking his ass! Then he saw the door, it was already unlocked, he guess right. The damn roof.
He opened the door and started to walk up to Amelia, then he froze... What could he say? Sorry for being such a stubborn moron?! He had to say something, he couldn't just stand there doing nothing. "Amelia?" She was smoking again. "You know, those are bad for your health right?" He walked over to the ledge next to her and set next to her with his legs hanging over the edge. "Before you go off on me for being such a moron, I need to say a few things." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I am a moron, and a fucking Mudak. I have impulsive actions trying to do things that might be able to be settled if someone was to stop and think. I don't do that. I don't think, I just try to act and I fuck things up well trying." He took another breath, speaking too people was a skill he sucked at. "I really don't know ho to fix things, I fucked them up so badly I have no idea what to do now, I mean I kissed your best friend for fucks sake! I am a weak fucking moron who can't keep his own thoughts in control." He looked her int he eyes. "I love you still, I know I have done a shitty job at showing it, but there is no one I care about more then you. Now I don't know if you still feel the same way about me but if you don't I will leave, my car will be fixed in a couple days and I will go, I already have the paper work to drop out as well. I'll take the old piece of shit car and just drive, You wont see me again. I am tired of screwing over you life because I keep screwing up." he turned his head to face forward again. "You deserve someone who wont make your life hell. Someone who cares enough to not let there problems ruin your life." He stopped. "I thought that could be me, I don't even know anymore."
He pulled his hand off the wall in shock, he's impulsive. He punched the guy Amelia was with out cold, who had no idea why. He drive the damn car well he was drunk as hell, barely got out of that alive. He kissed Adelisa when he was weak, when he felt like he was alone now, and then trying to fix the effects from that he runs into the girls condo like a mad man and tried to kick int he damn door?!
Amelia walked by him as he was on the ground. She kept going, he wanted too call out and try to fix what chances they had... or at least get a chance to talk to her again. He wasn't going to just let her slip away again, even if they wouldn't get back together he wanted a chance to say goodbye.
Hunter pulled himself up after Amelia got into the elevator. It hurt like hell but this was something he had to do. He got into the elevator to as high as it would go, then eh would have to take the stairs. He made it about Three steps before he stopped from the pain. "Dammit..." he breathed for a moment and looked up. "Alright... only a few more times of dying and I'll be at the top." He kept forcing himself to get up the stairs, supporting himself on the railing as he went, each step causing more pain then the last.
He made it to the stop, he felt like he was going to collapse, Why the hell were stairs so damn hard?! He could walk just fine... ish, but these stairs were kicking his ass! Then he saw the door, it was already unlocked, he guess right. The damn roof.
He opened the door and started to walk up to Amelia, then he froze... What could he say? Sorry for being such a stubborn moron?! He had to say something, he couldn't just stand there doing nothing. "Amelia?" She was smoking again. "You know, those are bad for your health right?" He walked over to the ledge next to her and set next to her with his legs hanging over the edge. "Before you go off on me for being such a moron, I need to say a few things." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I am a moron, and a fucking Mudak. I have impulsive actions trying to do things that might be able to be settled if someone was to stop and think. I don't do that. I don't think, I just try to act and I fuck things up well trying." He took another breath, speaking too people was a skill he sucked at. "I really don't know ho to fix things, I fucked them up so badly I have no idea what to do now, I mean I kissed your best friend for fucks sake! I am a weak fucking moron who can't keep his own thoughts in control." He looked her int he eyes. "I love you still, I know I have done a shitty job at showing it, but there is no one I care about more then you. Now I don't know if you still feel the same way about me but if you don't I will leave, my car will be fixed in a couple days and I will go, I already have the paper work to drop out as well. I'll take the old piece of shit car and just drive, You wont see me again. I am tired of screwing over you life because I keep screwing up." he turned his head to face forward again. "You deserve someone who wont make your life hell. Someone who cares enough to not let there problems ruin your life." He stopped. "I thought that could be me, I don't even know anymore."
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Delilah ran into the hall way, she asked what was going on but she soon left to go shout at Grant or something, Then he heard the panic, Though he knew he wasn't supposed to technically break into the girls Condo he still had the modified card. He got himself into the room, though it didn't take long to see what the panic was about. He caught a glimpse of the notes, he saw the fear in Delilah's eyes. Did he do this? Did he force her? Did he make Adelisa feel useless?
He pushed Delilah aside with his good arm. "Move Dammit!" He had a pretty good idea of what was going on now, he had a friend of his end her own life back in high school, he'd be damned if he was going to let that happen again. He raised his foot despite the pain and started kicking, the door shook but he was lacking the strength to force it open. He kicked again with all he had left, the door didn't move and he keeled over breathing heavy. He choked out, "Someone open the damn door!" He started coughing again. His voice moved to a quiet mumble. "Please open the door..."
He pushed Delilah aside with his good arm. "Move Dammit!" He had a pretty good idea of what was going on now, he had a friend of his end her own life back in high school, he'd be damned if he was going to let that happen again. He raised his foot despite the pain and started kicking, the door shook but he was lacking the strength to force it open. He kicked again with all he had left, the door didn't move and he keeled over breathing heavy. He choked out, "Someone open the damn door!" He started coughing again. His voice moved to a quiet mumble. "Please open the door..."
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I really want Hunter to do something about Adelisa, but he has no idea what is going to happen! Plus he may have caused some drama just now... >.>
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