Sir Sparky

Camp Athens - Closed

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Duke actually smiled at Leo’s feedback of how long the trip was and how far isolated camp was and its accessibility issues. Most of them had been there. "Yeah, it’s really something. At least we don’t have to worry about exposure or anything. Getting picked off separately by other beasts and gods that might snuff us out." It may have sounded silly but mortals in numbers could be surprisingly overwhelming. Or it would unfold as a relentless hunt always looking over your shoulder. His home for instance had some serious witch hunter issues. He was young but he’s pretty sure that’s how his mother went due to some paranoia and mere affiliation with another entity.
He was also sure if things could breach camp, they’d be able to take out demigods in their hometown easily enough.

But Duke probably sounded like a tin foil hat man for the newer camper.

"I did not see you with the rest of the new campers, so I take it you are a resident, and what is life like here anyway?" Duke nodded confirming he was a more seasoned resident. "Nothing boring or anything?"

"Boring?" Duke echoed. How far that could be from camp life. "Not a bit. There’s usually something going on. Life is, uh…" His finger circled the whole perimeter of camp in reference to the walls. "busy. A little tight at the moment. We had an attack a couple months ago and we’ve been recovering and rebuilding then along came you guys." He could have elaborated more. Perhaps that some campers died for example and it knocked them all off their feet for a couple weeks at least but he wasn't one to spill extra details. The only thing deemed important was that Leo knew the basics and that would get him through.

Now his company seemed decent enough but a lot of demigods enjoyed foolery and the camp, it's inhabitants and Duke himself had been through too much shit. "I really hope you're here with good intentions." Laced under the simple comment was a threat if Leo cared for trickery or evil. If not, Duke was glad to have another strong figure helping out.

^{interactions ....|.... Leo ............... mentions ....|.... none}

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^{47815a....|.... main hall}

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A piercing whistle made him turn and he spotted a hand wave in the air. If he followed the hand, he could just make out what might be his sister hiding under her little mouse beanie. Then the voice followed and it was all confirmed. Daniel glanced at Lennie and supposed he should wait around for the spiel. He saw himself growing bored and creeping away but he stayed, apparently curious on how Andy handled herself with public speaking to a bunch of fresh faces.

"I am—was the de facto camp leader after…" Daniel’s lips pulled to the side on her potential slip up. Inside he was cheering for her though. Come on, Andy, keep it together.

She conjured a board and pamphlets and did something else but Daniel was at a bad angle. Not that he was the intended audience anyway but he might have to deduct a point or two for it as long as he’s watching the show.

"These maps are enchanted. All the cabins are listed and once you claim one it’ll update."

Daniel inclined his head. That’s what would have been a nice touch when meeting new people. Namely, Lennie in this instance. Dammit

"Main Hall has food 24/7, although most cabins have kitchens or kitchenettes for anyone who prefers to cook for themselves. Couldn’t be me. " Daniel smiled genuinely amused that that information slipped into the very important orientation. "Main Office is for the camp leader, Infirmary, stables, practice range, and that’s the Armory behind it. Oh and the Arena. Everything else is on the map. If you see anyone around that looks like they know what they’re doing, they’ve probably been here awhile. Feel free to bug them if you have questions. Or the big tall surfer looking dude. He’s the new leader."

Wow. Andy collectively threw the seasoned campers under the bus and possibly an overconfident newbie…and some new ‘big surfer looking dude’ who was apparently the new leader. Andy needed to stop dropping bombs on him suddenly. She said he was coming in her announcement but Daniel assumed there’d be some voting process still or something.

"Also tonight, at sundown, there will be a New Year’s Eve party here. Everyone is welcome and it could be a good way to… Socialize or whatever. So, yeah, I think that’s it. If anyone needs help with their cabins or anything, I should be around." Mostly well done.

"There’s also my brother, Daniel—Daniel raise your hand." Daniel’s shoulders sagged before too many eyes could seek him out. He raised his hand with a stiff smile. "He can do magic and conjure shit too. But he also causes problems. So don’t trust him," she teased.

What the hell? Instead, he kept his tight lipped smile and nodded once, his brows raising when he looked to Lennie. That might’ve made an impression.

"Tsk, I guess I’ll need a new guide if I can’t trust you." His new acquaintance added, albeit jokingly too. "I’ll give it a pass, for now, if we can get some coffee first."

Daniel waved to the hall enthusiastically. "Oh yeah sure. Substance is great too. We can do that. You might even find a fun as guide as me."

He had got a few steps when Lennie spoke next. "Apollo, by the way." He frowned, things taking a minute to click. He was about to comment on him like some trivia, ‘Great guy, god of music and light’ before she spoke again. "That’s my dad, anyways. So, off we go?"

Daniel stiffened a little but nodded. "Well, at least we’re all caught up now. You know my godly side, I know yours. That’s all there is to it." He revealed another grin. Sure the god’s made up some of their identity but he didn’t like to give them too much credit. There was a whole other half that made them.

He nudged open the hall door and held it for the daughter of Apollo. "Hold on." He summoned a map to him and placed it in her hands. "Now you got the full tourist look. People will have to aid you at every beck and call and answer all questions you have about the place." It would be like the weary traveller at a truck stop.

Daniel hung back until Lennie settled in with the buffet that held seemingly endless options and drinks to die for. Maybe even pick her own table and company. She seemed like a social bird though anyone could be when they wanted to. Daniel glanced down at Andy who was sitting by the entrance and buffet then sighed dramatically delving into a monologue. "Boy it’s too bad I don’t have any mystery to my parentage anymore. Too bad if I didn’t want people to know I could conjure stuff." Not to say people could assume it was him. Especially with how many seemed not to listen to Andy’s anecdotes like how she couldn’t cook and her brother could cause problems.

He laughed before grabbing his own seat. He supposed he could wait for the cue to die down a little now Wes and Trinity entered and Evelyn sat with nothing ahead of her. "Psst." Daniel leaned ever so discreetly towards Evelyn’s table from his own. "You been okay? Haven’t caught up with you much since...a lot." His voice adopted the tone of a whisper but not quite the volume.

^{interactions ....|.... Lennie, Evelyn ............... mentions ....|.... Andy, Wes, Trinity}

Camp Athens - Closed

I gave him a new one and thought that one was harder xD . I'll go do more color twister.

Camp Athens - Closed

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Andy came over the PA system another day in a row but he had got pretty good at blocking it out. He stirred and rolled to another side ready to resume his sleep. He’d deal with new people and training and parties later.

In contrast, there was Blair, whom he could never block out.

"Lochlan!" She shouted through his cabin. Then he heard little stomps throughout the place. He pulled the covers up tighter to his chin. But deep inside, he knew better. He knew what was inevitable. The stomping grew closer and closer until she marched right into his room.

"Jeezus Blair, what if I had someone with me!?"

She didn’t seem to care in the slightest, instead scolding him as she walked around the room. "Are you deaf?" Lochlan squinted as she let in the light. "Didn’t you hear the announcements?" He sat up in bed defeated and watched her cross side to side of his cabin then raid his closet.

"No. No. No. Gods, did you bring nothing I bought you? "

"I was pressed for time." He answered through a yawn and stretch. He had time but after the dilemma their dad gave him, he didn’t want to hang around any longer than necessary.

"This will have to do." Clothes were thrown in a heap onto his lap."Look, it’s about time you got over Sloane and stopped pining after her. There’s a bunch of fresh faced demigods coming to camp for you to fuck… or fuck with, I don’t care. But I’m getting you out of this cabin."

He rolled his eyes and threw off his covers. "I didn’t expect to see her here, that’s all," he grumbled. Lochlan didn’t know the Astors were demigods too. Besides he got absolutely no closure on why Sloane was thoroughly convinced he cheated.

"So please get dressed so we can go judge the newbies and decide whose lives to ruin, ok?"

She turned to him and smiled. He mirrored one back at her, conceding. Who was he to let his sister down?

"I’ll be downstairs."

He supposed he was in a bit of a funk about it all. It was the one relationship he actively tried not to blow and hold onto and she turned around one day and quit. Because apparently he cheated, according to her. Lochlan scoffed to himself as he dressed in Blair’s selected attire for him. Crazy.

He met his sister downstairs finishing up the last of his buttons. "So are you gonna try make your affairs secret this time or is the whole of camp going to hear about it again?" Blair did have a way of…getting her way.

Lochlan opened his front door like people were supposed to do and waved her through first.

Initially he had no clue what this camp was about. Turned out ‘people like him’ and ‘where he ought to be’ meant with a bunch of varying demigods getting pummelled or attacked by mysterious creatures of the night and nursing a broken ego now and then. But now, he was happy to say he was more well-versed in the other’s heritage and general abilities thanks to Blair.

"I’m still hanging out to see Aphrodite herself. Can you imagine? If those kids of hers can turn heads and have an allure about them, she must be mind blowing." Lochlan’s eyes widened at the unfathomable appearance she’d have. But he wasn’t that big of an idiot to think the Goddess herself would come to this dump.

He slung his arm over her shoulder, trudging through the snow with his greatest partner in crime. Then there in the distance, just sitting there with a bow, the daughter of Hecate wrapped up a collection of newbies for them. "I...saw it and thought of you," he told Blair and smiled mischievously. Before she likely strut off to start playing seductress and ruffling feathers, Lochlan's arm tightened slightly holding her back a second. "How do we wanna play this? Because there's a lot." Lochlan was almost overwhelmed with decision and somehow even he thought he had to play this half-smart.

^{interactions ....|.... Blair ............... mentions ....|.... Andy, new campers around front}

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^{#851f1f....|....armory > roaming path}

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The repairs of camp had been tedious but it was a nice touch to improve upon a few structures and add cabins. The wall was really something though. He understood the precaution but Duke had the sentiment that in Camp Athens if something wanted to get in, it would. Nothing wrong with attempting to minimize the chances though. Plus it all kept him busy and productive. He enjoyed having projects.

Over the months he had even made a surprising friend in Fiona. They just kind of kept bumping into each other and clicked. Though Duke really clicked when she showed him the possibility of tinting weapons. Duke knew he could do it with fire but she showed him poison. Both elements ate flesh and blood differently so it depended on the intended effect.

Duke was in the armory scanning for his next mission, mulling it over. There were bows and arrows, crossbows, daggers, swords, sais, axes, nunchucks, escrima sticks, spears, all assorted neatly on their hangers. There was even armor on stands from light to heavy. Relieved for the variety at least he still felt there was more he could do. He always wanted to assure the real things were better than the conjured but a sharp-tipped point was still going to do its job with the right wielder.

He must’ve been in such a state he only attuned to Andy’s announcement mid-way. There were new demigods, a new leader among them and a party tonight. "That can only go well," he muttered still eyeing his collection. But it did solve one debacle for him. No free flame tipped or venom enhanced weapons at this time. Duke adjusted the way a small axe sat by 3 degrees.

Duke rolled out his shoulders and neck and exited his favorite building. He eyed his cabin across the path briefly considering retiring for a moment. But if there were new campers and one was up for the camp throne, the right thing to do would be to help with all that new navigation. Still, there was a certain pull to his own shelter for some rest. It would be appropriate to restore some energy if he couldn’t focus on his surroundings properly.

Gradually, the place seemed to buzz with more life. He shuffled towards his cozy cabin, nudging the door open and leaving it ajar as he continued the way to his drawers. He grabbed a jumper and put it over his short sleeves. The cold personally didn’t bother him as he ran hot and even when he didn’t he could always force himself to. But people found it weird so he indulged them with an extra layer on top.
He shuffled back out and locked his cabin up behind him. The son of Hepheastus had nothing special or anything to particularly hide, it simply served more of a healthy habit. And principal. The only people that could get through his inventive lock was Heath and Blair. Heath he wasn’t overly concerned about but Blair didn’t have many restrictions.

Duke hung well back as Andy filled the new campers in semi-awkwardly and offered an enchanted map. He might’ve applauded her but that could have come off condescending and she seemed to dart away at the conclusion. They started to disperse or group off. Duke stepped forward slowly, coming to step up to a red-head man seeking a cabin around his height. "Hey. I'm Duke. It's nice to meet you." He shook his hand firmly though maybe not as firm as the other guy shook his.

"How was the trip?"

^{interactions ....|.... Leo ............... mentions ....|.... Andy, Blair, Heath}

Camp Athens - Closed

I ended up doing what I call a pulse post since I dared to have days away from the internet and it's cost me xD But just showing I'm still here and so are the guys. Mason's being Mason at the moment but he'll be civil enough if he's approached.

Will post for my other two a bit later.

Camp Athens - Closed

Location: Main Hall

Mason had healed well over the months and even better, there seemed to be a universal agreement not to hassle each other. Or him at least. When you had witchy friends and were a child of Hades, it’s amazing what could be accomplished.

He was lighting a smoke on his couch when Andy’s voice rang out. Most of it was average. The day, time, weather, pro advice: don’t go out in a bikini. Okay. But where she usually shut off there was a pause instead. Mason knew she wasn’t the kind to forget to turn it off. "There was a note left at the main office for me to find… from the Gods. Exciting news, new demigods are expected to join us today." Mason’s brows furrowed having another drag. Was that exactly what the note said? He doubted it. Someone should’ve given the poor girl a pay raise. "The note also mentioned a new leader and, quote, a rigorous training regimen. So, today will be the last day of these daily announcements… at least from me."

A single brow quirked up. They could try. However, if Andy still found announcements cathartic couldn’t they at least give her that still? She’d been through enough stress. Let her have her pulse checks through camp.

He had to admit, he thought that was it. "And last, but not least, tonight at sundown on the Activities Field we will be having a New Year’s Eve celebration. So I’ll be seeing you, and the new campers there."

He puffed out a last cloud of smoke and smothered his cigarette in the ashtray. He didn’t know if sooner or later would be less busy in the hall but the bandaid method seemed to work good enough in any case.

Mason threw on his coat and headed for the main hall hoping to be as invisible as possible or ignored. Either would work. There didn’t seem to be too many demigods walking his direction yet. That or Mason completely tunnel visioned them and was full of certainty that any voices heard weren’t for him.

At the front of the hall, he put his hand on Sylas’s shoulder in greeting before sidestepping him. He’d have to forgive him but he was sort of in a hurry. He would have sat with Sylas or talked a bit but sometimes he liked to play with people and Mason wasn’t feeling like feigning overly social and pleasant. Inside, Mason found the hall was relatively empty so kept to his tunnel vision routine, throwing some bacon and eggs on his plate thoughtlessly and grabbing a table as tucked into the back as he could get.

While he wanted to be quick, he didn’t have the appetite back yet to scoff food and that would probably let him down. Able to pay a proper glance around he saw Iliana already perched at a table and an entirely new face. Shit. Already?

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Interactions: Sylas | Mentions: Andy, Iliana, Ocean

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#47815a | Location: Outside of Main Hall

He was awake. Just not up. If he knew a child of Khione he’d get them to turn the snow off or maybe he could target a sun child...the thought brought him pause.

The pale creature became a blur hiding behind trees with a streak of blonde hair taunting Daniel as it circled. He whirled around trying to keep up. An enormous force hit his chest and sent him flying backwards, knocking the wind from him. A stick crunched underfoot off in the distance where he could just make out some other campers in a group, but it also gained the monster’s attention. It seemed to actually smirk at him with fangs on display then dashed off. Daniel extended a hand out, willing an invisible barrier in front of his latest foe while he got to his feet awkwardly. He strained a cough and the barrier faltered. Just like that he ended up chasing a vampire through the woods like a madman, using his powers to hinder her speed and pull her back that only had effectiveness of slightly slowing her down. Regardless, Daniel reached out as the vamp sprang for Cherise’s neck. His fingers clutched the beast’s hair, yanking her back and with his free hand, he balled his fist and punched her in the face before any devouring could happen.

Daniel got approximately nothing for his efforts, even down to acknowledgement. Like, ever, because she just left. But snow could be fun.

As he was psyching himself up, Andy came over the systems with her usual bout of camp news, though as of late it was never really news. Not much had happened. Camp gradually took shape again, people would mill about, there were no robberies or destruction on the southside or anything. Daniel hadn’t even summoned anything destructive in ages…or anything at all.

However, today apparently there were new campers coming. Daniel sprang out of bed at the mentioning and got dressed as if a race. There was a catch though, being a new leader was also sent as well. Daniel froze trying to find a positive in that to keep his Mr. Brightside attitude. It shifted Andy from the spotlight a little, he tried to convince himself. "I swear if it’s the Valises reformed or something..." he muttered.

Apparently there was also a part three of news today! A party! Daniel initially got excited but it took seconds before he got offended. She hadn’t even ran it by him to be DJ or anything. She’d hear about it and she’d be sorry.

Daniel snatched up his music and earphones. The moment a song began to play, everything was back on track and right again. Snow was great, new demigods were exciting, it’d be an eventful day. Stepping onto his porch Daniel even gave a deep inhale and cheesy smile. He jumped down and headed for the main hall, his pace only hindered by rhythmically rocking back and forth on his heel or sliding a leg back with song. Daniel shook his shoulders slightly trying to contain his musical routine for once.

“Hellooooo!”

A muffled voice reached his ears bringing him to another halt. He plucked out a headphone a little confused where it had come from. "Marco?" he prompted looking around meerkat-like.

There was a girl ahead, heading for the hall. Daniel quickened his steps to meet her. "Hey." He grinned and offered a hand. Behind her, Nelly was making quick friends with another stranger and behind that, more people wandered in but other than a quick glance and quick thought of how many the gods did send, Daniel focused on the company in front. "I'm Daniel. You, uh, going in?" he gestured to the hall, plucking out the other earpiece and tucking them in his pocket. "You’re probably going to want your own place too. We're having a party tonight and it's not super camp out weather. You could even be my neighbor," he jested.

Daniel shuffled a couple feet away in attempt to guide the girl. "The good ones will sell fast." He pointed vaguely to the gate she had passed then tapped his nose. Get a cabin first and voila, camp’s home and she’s not carrying a backpack around any longer.

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Interactions: Elena | Mentions: Andy, Nelly, Elysium

Camp Athens - Closed

Duke Loycen

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Duke Loycen...

.................................................... __________________________________________ S O N . O F . H E P H A E S T U S ________________________________________________________ 24 | male | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | brunette ▹ eye color | brown ▹ height | 6'1" ▹ build | solid, muscular

. A B I L I T I E S Fire & Heat - He can manipulate and summon fire and heat to extremes or subtly. He is also immune to burns, fire and can withstand high temperatures without a bother. Master Inventor & Engineer - While there's always room for improvement, Duke can make trinkets and gadgets with abnormal efficiency at an outstanding quality. High Intelligence - Although not quite like the children of Athena, Duke is still holds a high level of intellect. S T R E N G T H S Weapons Profiency - He's always taken an interest in the creation of weaponry. From the range of guns, bows, whips and swords, etc. He knows how to get the best of these weapons, wield them, enhance them or ruin them. Assertive - Duke is firm footed in his craft and his beliefs. If he doesn't want to do something, he'll stand his ground. And though he doesn't like to bark orders, his commitment to a command or suggestion is often taken. Striving - Duke never does anything halfheartedly and he knows there is room for improvement in himself and in others. He keeps working at it and he works hard. He'll help others at their goals too if he can. W E A K N E S S E S Sleep - He is often up and moving, working in his warehouse, or planning instead of sleeping at night. He feels it is a luxury he cannot afford thus often doesn't run at full capacity. Protective - This habit of his can make him evaluate things a little less cautiously than his usual composed self. Large Bodies of Water - Duke can swim, he's just not a strong swimmer. Or confident enough to swim in rapids or beaches. His powers are also harder to access in such an environment. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Calculating .... | .... Practical .... | .... Brave .... | .... Guiding .... | .... Loyal H I S T O R Y Duke's mother died when he was very young. Having known about the sceptics and little witchhunt for her for laying with an abnormal presence, she passed him onto the care of her sister. With his aunt, Duke had to become the man of the house at a young age, and it wasn't just something he felt he had to do but something he was relied on and expected to do. His aunt worked as an exotic dancer to keep a steady income and fell pregnant with twins to a deadbeat father. Then, she fell into the influence of drugs because of stress and a lack of worth. Her addiction and income kept them barely afloat and some days she'd bring men over. Whether that was for bonus income or something else to relieve and forget the stress, he didn't know and he didn't want to know. Duke had to promote himself to bodyguard, carer to his cousins and financial keeper. The duties of a man were something he had to quickly take up. He had high moral of discipline and respect to his single, busy aunt so followed any order she gave like an obedient dog. She needed what help she could get. Besides, she was always a little jumpy and worried outside her job, and as time grew, feared Duke's judgement. But he never did judge her, only hated that she had to return to her job where there was constant risk of low-lives and fanatics creeping on her with hungry eyes and touches. All the peace and discipline of a good solider went out the window when she returned with bruises and cuts and a tremor one night. He begged and pleaded for her to tell him who did it to her, but she didn't supply that information. Not because she couldn't confide in him but because she knew his true heritage and didn't want him being exposed. Her little plan fell apart relatively quickly when Duke did some digging and found the assailant. In the moment, Duke couldn't help himself and set him ablaze where the man was quickly extinguished and hospitalized. When doom and exposure seemed afoot, then and only then did camp come up. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #851f1f ........ faceclaim . | . Theo James ........ creator . | . SirSparky

Mason Hughson

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Mason Hughson...

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. A B I L I T I E S death touch - Mason has harnessed this ability with Hades in his time, so not only can he finally control it, he can carry out a slow death or make it quick and painless. Mason has also obtained the ability to kill/cause rapid decay to man made structures and other living organisms (plants). However, this favorite ability of his proves ineffective against demigods and gods though it doesn't stop him from training and trying. umbrakinesis - The ability to create, shape and manipulate darkness and shadows. Mostly for getaways in his case geokinesis - Mason can control the earth and ground to a degree. Mostly for destructive purposes. death sense - By definition, fairly straight forward but it has many quirks. speak with dead - Mason never had interest in this power until late so is untrained in it potentially conversing with the dead in the past without knowing. However, it is apparently not so easily called upon. S T R E N G T H S manipulation - Mason does know how to pull a certain string or two. And, yes, play charming if he has to. endurance - It's easy to go through the stream of bad luck and deaths he has and crumble, but not Mason. No, he can endure mental and physical torture now thanks to dad. powers - Mason's time in the underworld gave him particular mastery over most his powers. W E A K N E S S E S tolerance - He can only play social bird and nice for so long. Patience and social settings are not his forte. loved ones - Because Mason has limited amount of loved ones, they're easy to identify and use against him. He may be able to make people drop dead but saving them is a whole lot harder. intimacy - Mason has a tough time trusting people, letting his guard down and getting close to them. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y cynical .... | .... cold .... | .... private .... | .... determined H I S T O R Y Mason grew up as a bomb just waiting to destroy everything in his path. His mother didn't try to conceal who his father was, what his heritage was. She was always upfront and honest but was never concerned for what dark trail he might walk. Hades too had no problem showing himself off and taking him to the Underworld when he felt like it, feigning interest in how his day has been, what happened at school, all to see if Mason could be the prodigy he wanted and embrace his powers. So an innocent boy turned into a teen with an ego, powers of the God coursing through his veins; a little dark and a little mysterious and handsome. He lapped up the attention though he could be cold and dismissive to people that didn't interest him. That cold nature amplified due to many losses of anyone he grew a warm heart for. Eventually, he decided three separate occasions were enough to quit trying to appease others or play into humanity. The first instance was when he touched his girlfriend, leaning in for a tender kiss, and what was meant to be an affectionate act when his lips met hers, turned out the coldest act, as his first kill. From there started a spiral of emotions and the haunting memory that he couldn't recover from. His mother tried to shake him out of his depression, playing the best comfort and support she could and get him back on his feet. Just as he started to take her words in and let the tragedy fade to the background, and trust himself again, he wrapped his mother up in a hug in appreciation for her efforts and tolerance only for her to die in his arms. The third was deliberate. Cold and deliberate with little regret. He still had his mortal sister, Rebecca, but after her boyfriend impregnated her with a child, he decided to cheat. After all the innocents Mason had taken, and girls he were fond of, he decided to do his own justice. Why should they die and he live? So with a grip on his upper arm and mock friendly smile, Rebecca's boyfriend drew his last breaths. Hades expressed pride and comfort in one and it tightened their bond. So much so that Mason let Hades persuade him to attending a special camp with his older sister, Jennova. He had always stuck to the shadows, practiced his "dark powers" while Zeus's child absorbed the light, but Jennova was his sanity. His only means of company, acceptance and slither of humanity and blood and assurance. She was a reminder he wasn't damned and he was never alone. That there was someone out there that fully understood what he was going through. Then came another one of Zeus's self-righteous children and she decided to execute Jennova. Behead her in fact while Mason was tracking an older-demigod for the war. Mason didn't need more reason to be so hateful and cold but Alex gave him that. Mason responded by trying to claim Alex's life, but too many do-gooders were around to get the job done. Seemingly at the worst time, after the war and death of a friend, Hades called upon Mason to join him in the Underworld. Take refuge and power, learn the chores of ruling the Underworld. Mason knew it was the best place for him to be so abandoned the camp and its dramas. In the Underworld Hades spent his time rewiring Mason to forget about worrying how the people above were doing and reinforced to prioritize himself. Hades taught him to be cold at the core and put on a show for others, but never lie, simply debrief. 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Daniel Vadas...

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. A B I L I T I E S witchcraft - Witchcraft covers a great variety of magic and it is all ready for disposal at Daniel's fingertips. Telekinesis comes most easily as do illusion casts for him. conjuration - Daniel can get a little inventive and crafty with this gift, mostly conjuring up horror icons and wicked beasties. The catch is, he can't control what he conjures. They take a life of their own but this doesn't deter him. essokinesis - It's like his illusions and conjurations combined for an ultimate warp on reality. speak with ghosts - The dead mustn't like him because while he is supposed to possess such an ability to see dead people, he can't. S T R E N G T H S charismatic - He doesn't know how he does it but he has a certain charm and energy that can attract people towards him or talk them into an essentially bad idea. If it's not via charisma, it's through cunning. dancing - Music does amazing things to his soul and thankfully he is gifted in rhythm and movement and is often looking to get others off the wall and moving too. cunning - Daniel's cunning is certainly undersold and the worse mistake people can make is not thinking it dangerous. W E A K N E S S E S exertion - Between dark spells and casts, and casts that require a lot of focus and power, Daniel tries them anyway and may experience a severe drain in energy or karma. playful - It's not that he can't grasp the severity of situations, it's that he wants to lighten the mood and keep having fun. Thus, more often than not, Daniel can be perceived as 'too playful.' indulgent - Because much is at the snap of his fingers, Daniel capitilizes this as a life of entertainment and luxury. Apparently it can make him seem selfish and immature and something to sneer at. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y playful .... | .... mischievious .... | .... charismatic .... | .... sly H I S T O R Y Daniel is older brother to a mortal sister Delilah and another demigod he only met last year, Andromeda. Thankfully, Daniel was always a strapping young man who was quick on his toes so he felt and feels relatively equipped to handle young women and different personalities and hormones. Having Zane as a father, he always encouraged a light environment and an appreciation for wit and jokes in good taste. But also embedded Daniel with morals and values, hence he has a super soft spot for his sisters and a somewhat intact moral compass despite his love for chaos. Mainly Daniel grew up treating life as his playing field and people and his powers were a source of entertainment. Each day, he'd push the boundaries just a little bit further. This got him into a lot of trouble and made him feared among peers. There was no way folks believed in magic, but they did find Daniel as the common thread to the extraordinary. Through the commotion of powers, Zane persisted on sticking with him and keeping Daniel balanced. This in turn developed to a deep respect making Daniel, luckily, not a total brat growing up. Then along came his introduction to camp. He took off with his powers in full swing in a world where they were semi-tolerated (subject to individuals) and loved camp. For the most part. Except the heartbreak and romance and episodes of pain, there was also a major attack on camp. ... Hecate's magic brought Daniel back to life, but not as his upbeat, fun loving self. When she revived him, she filled him with false memories and therefore a new identity to protect him from the trauma of his death. And so Keith Madden was born with a constant hole in his heart, like a piece of him is missing. The recollection of the war was hard to recall. He knew he was there last year, and there was a war but it had no meaning, no image and his life was full of gaps. Until he was able to get himself back. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #8B9068 ........ faceclaim . | . Chris Wood ........ creator . | . SirSparky

Lochlan Carmichael

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Lochlan Carmichael...

.................................................... __________________________________________ S O N . O F . H E R A ________________________________________________________ 20 | male | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | light brown ▹ eye color | blue ▹ height | 5'11" ▹ build | athletic, muscular

. A B I L I T I E S Poison - Hera kids are able to produce poison, and it's truly as easy as dipping a pinkie in a pool or offering a princess an apple..or getting it into the bloodstream with an open wound. Possession - Loch also possesses the ability to take over another person's body. It can lead to some great tampering and adventures but transferring into the body then returning to his own leaves him woozy to say the least. Usually it's reserved for those he despises. Influence - To be able to sink into someone's head and convince them of a certain belief or action is truly extraordinary. He gets the most mileage out of this power and has proven to be quite talented in planting his desires in others. Fate Revelation - A touch and Lochlan can show people their destiny. Of course, time's such a sensitive thing, fate/destiny alters based on the smallest decisions. However, it is a good blinding tool. S T R E N G T H S Determined - Lochlan is hard-working on multiple levels of chaos. Chaotic good, neutral and bad. Mostly he's driven by the need to be top-dog and greed. Whatever he sets his mind to, he is hellbent on making a reality. Charismatic - Powers aside, Lochlan possesses a natural allurance and charisma in the social settings. Escapology - Lochlan is accustomed to getting in trouble and needs to make a quick break sometimes, so he has quite the speed and agility on him and a back door ready most the time. W E A K N E S S E S Envy - Running thick through the genes is the desire for others' toys. It's hard for him to be content with his own situation and share happiness for others. Hera - At heart, unfortunately Lochlan is a mother's boy. She could use and abuse him, and he still wouldn't be able to hate her in the long haul. Ego - Always keen to prove a point and get his way, Lochlan may be too persistent and have three strikes at something and need to learn the benefits of quitting or leaving things alone. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Cunning .... | .... Misguided .... | .... Brave .... | .... Envious .... | .... Egotistical H I S T O R Y Despite being a child conceived out of literal deception and having a dad that had minimal involvement in the kids' life, with (he suspects) some special resentment on the side reserved for Lochlan, his childhood was easy street. Everything given to him on a platter and not just because of the wealthy lifestyle he was born into but because of his abilities. Fellow kids were easy to twist and make suggestions to, like giving over toys, getting out of HIS sandpit, keeping this bigger kid from winning in sports or stop him from beating Loc up. His half-sister, offspring to Athena, Blair, fortified the golden boy attitude combining her abilities with his own in the schoolyard making them a pair that ruled. As his body grew, his powers did, along with his wants. The new equivalent of toys became girls and stirring such emotions was way too satisfying. His playing around did earn him a few solid pushes up against lockers, promises to meet outside and knock teeth out, paint his face black and blue, so that was some solid motivation for him to get in shape and become agile and slick. It's not all just for looks. The thing about being Hera's spawn was he was always wanting what he couldn't have, striving for more, and more problematically, because of a green monster, what others had. Lochlan came out on top but not always by fair means. Winning and getting all the time was certainly nice, but even that got tiresome to a degree, predicting outcomes or certainly being able to shape them. Eventually, he settled down and was under the influence of a genuine relationship. They were going steady, things were looking good then Hera sabotaged that in a truly wicked manner; cloaking a girl to look alike his girlfriend and taint her mind with desire for him, leading Loc to cheat. But being caught in bed with another woman with a reputation of being a womanizer and liar, claiming he thought it was her obviously didn't bode well... If Hera couldn't be happy in love, he certainly couldn't. However, her involvement remains unconvicted. After that burn was as digested as it could get, Lochlan returned to his old ways. And to love and commit, would only end in disappointment. As his habits continued, a sudden curveball was thrown his way when their dad gave an ultimatum. Military school or some special camp. Though the dilemma was his, Blair chose the camp for the both of them. He's not sure if he should expect something still military-like or what. But as long as he's got Blair with him. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #380011 ........ faceclaim . | . Zac Efron ........ creator . | . SirSparky

Camp Athens - Closed

Holy cow. Seems I blinked and this has taken off which is both great and a little scary O.o

Will try to get my guys up peacefully. Hopefully. That's Mason, Duke, Daniel and Lochlan.