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6 yrs ago
Current Baby, I'm Back. I'm back bay-bee!
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9 yrs ago
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9 yrs ago
I hate rubber bands. The kind they put in your mouth when you get braces. they fucking hurt.
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9 yrs ago
Still fucking bored
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10 yrs ago
F!CK!N BORED

Bio

I'm weird and love Adam Lambert.

Oh, and this, too.



I'm good with nicknames. My friend has short blonde hair, and it's really spiky. It sometimes makes him look like a shark when we're swimming, so I call him Sharkie or SharkBoy.

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Valen looked around and didn't see any one she recognized. She tentatively walked foward into view. She felt her jacket burst into flames again, drawing the attention of the crowd that was gathered there. She swore and smoothed the flames out again. Valen was afraid they wouldnt let her in the camp. She held her sword hilt tightly, fingers going white from how hard she gripped it.
Valen walked towards the camp and emerged a few feet from Thalias tree, and noticed a very large crowd of demigods and satyrs. She felt nervous. She had no idea how much had changed since the last time she had been here. She fingered har sword hilt nervously. She felt flames appear on her coat and swore. "Shit, shit, shit!" She ran her hand over the flames, smothering them. Her jacket smoked. Dammit.
Sweet. Thanks.
Tis not too late is it?

Name: Valen DiAngelo (Val for short)
Age: 17
Weapon: Celestial Bronze blade, kinda like Riptide, that looks like a fine point metal pen and a matching knife.
Godly Parent: Hephaestus
Magical Power: Control fire
Appearance: Long, curly black hair pulled back in a poytail at the nape of her neck, dark green eyes, lean, 5 foot 7 and a half
Personality: Kind, clever, fierce, fiery tempered if you make her mad, good friend
Bio: Lived with her mom in Manhattan, until she was ten when she accidentally set the coffe table on fire and has always blamed herself for it. Ran away to camp half blood and stayed untill she was 15 then went away for a while untill she stopped blaming herself. Just now returned.
Mysterie retreated from the training room when her sensitive ears picked up loud sirens. She ran towards he sound, ears plastered against her skull to keep her eardrums from bursting. What was a little louder than normal for them was a thousand times worse for her. "Would you turn the noise down?!" She shouted. "It hurts my ears a lot more than yours, savvy?" She tried not to cry from how much it was starting to hurt.
Cute.lol. Whats the form thingy supposed to look like?
Are there any Vampire positions open?
Mysterie took his hand and pulled him up, sword back in it's sheath.
(Sorry I'm so late.Ian came over. Haven't seen him in five years.)
Mysterie grinned. "Pirates don't fight very fair." She warned as she tripped him with her boot, making him fall flat on his back, his sword flying out of his grip. She pointed her sword at his chest, grinning. "Surrender, ye scurvy-riddled scum." She teased, barely out of breath.
Mysterie grinned. "Vice versa. Are ye ready to train with a pirate?" She laughed and charged, feinting to the left but going right and tapping him with the flat of her blade, knowing it hurts just as bad as being sliced.
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