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(Reboot) The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood ~ <Percy Jackson and the Olympians Roleplay>

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~Charlie Alexander~

"You're not worth the time it would take to set down this book."
~ Charlie Alexander.

~General Information~

Name: Charlie Alexander.
Nick-Names: Bookworm, Book Boy, Head Owl.
Sex/ Gender: Male.
Age: Seventeen Years Old.
Place Of Origin: California, USA.
Camp Cabin: Counselor of Cabin Seven - Athena.

Appearance - Seventeen Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual/ Straight.
Partner: None currently.
Godly Parent: Athena.
Human Parent: Finnegan Alexander.
Siblings: Annabeth Chase (Older Half-Sister - No Longer A Camper), Gabriel Davidson (Older Half-Brother).
Legacy: Νone.
Pet/s: None.
Other:
Erin Marie Chase: Good friends. Charlie likes to mess around with Erin, although when it comes down to it, he does think she's a good person.
Syleste Astrea Nioré: Good Friends. Charlie thinks Syleste is a fun time, if a bit dreamy.
Arianna Louise Watson: Good Friends. Charlie thinks Arianna is awesome, and is a really fun time.
Hawley Eames Griffin: Good Friends. Charlie and Hawley are good friends, although Charlie thinks he's a bit lazy.
Ky'vie Morgan: Really Good Friends: Charlie admires Ky'vie's skill with technology, and thinks she's a great fighter.
Aella Lorraine Stedford: Unknown.
Roy Montag: Friends. Charlie isn't as close with the older camper as he is with some of the other campers.
Octavia: Unknown.
Matthew Cartelle: Friends. Charlie doesn't get to see Matthew all that much
Elena Reese: Good Friends. Charlie respects Elena's fighting skills, and also he really like her dog.
Gabriel Davidson: Friends. Charlie has just recently met his new half-brother, but he thinks he's really cool.
Vanessa Charlotte Casey: Good Friends. Charlie and Vanessa are decently close, and he thinks she's pretty cool.
Eli Julius King: Unsure. Charlie and Eli used to be rather close, but since his last quest, he isn't that sure how they stand.

~Personal Information~

Personality: Charlie is a hot headed bookworm, with a very low tolerance for stupidity. He often will fire off sarcastic comments when someone's being an idiot, and it's gotten him into plenty of fights with some Children of Aries. His temper is a fiery one, though really only a few things set him off. Mainly, insulting his parents, or his fighting skills. Besides those two things, he tends to keep his cool, and is known for planning out his battles very carefully.

Charlie's also a good friend, and he's always seen welcoming the newbie's to camp. He's loyal to those he's close to, and will defend them to his last breath. He's always got your back, and will refuse to leave anyone behind. In fact, he once stayed in enemy territory during a game of capture the flag while medics came to help a teammate who'd fallen and broken his ankle.

Skills: Like most Children of Athena, Charlie is an excellent strategist and a genius. He's also very skilled with a sword, though he's lacking with most other weapons.

Biography:
Charlie Alexander is a survivor, because he's had to be. His father found him all wrapped up on his doorstep, asleep, after a brief fling with Athena. Charlie never had much of a normal life. His childhood was cut short by a monster, and his father constantly had them moving, fearing the monsters that Athena had once described. Finnegan Alexander raised the boy as his own for the next eight years, until there was an unfortunate knock on the door. Finnegan went to answer it while Charlie was in the living room. Finnegan never came back. Instead, a monster came for the young demigod, a servant of Arcachne, forcing the boy to run. His father had warned him of the monsters, and he knew that his only option was Camp Half-Blood. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to get there.

For the next few months, Charlie was a shadow. He kept to back alleys and abandoned warehouses, constantly on the move, hoping that something miraculous would happen to save him. Finally, while staying in an old warehouse, a satyr found him, and brought him to the camp. There, he was claimed by Athena, and began his training. At Camp Half-Blood, he grew into a leader, until he finally took over as Head of Cabin 7 when Annabeth left, leaving him as Head Owl. He's now a well known Camper, staying year round and enjoys giving the newbies the lay of the land, and a great game of capture the flag.

~Demigod Information~

Demigod Abilities: Charlie's main demigod ability is his far above average intelligence.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: A sword with an owl pommel.
Weapon/s Name: Sapientia.
Weapon/s Type: Sword.
Attributes: Sapientia's hilt is wrapped in grey rope, that at Charlie's command can unravel and bind an adversary.

Weapon Appearance

Weapon/s Appearance - Sword:

~Other Information~

Other: Charlie is deathly afraid of spiders.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Castle" by Halsey.

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Ky' vie Morgan

The Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood

The roar from the crowd became almost deafening as one of the other campers who had attempted to make his way up the obstacle tower got smacked in the stomach, the force causing him to double over and fall back before finally, he was flung from the platform; landing in a pained heap upon the ground. The very sight caused a soft and gentle chuckle to fall out through her lips- truly no matter how many quests she was sent on... no matter how long she spent away from her home here at the camp... nothing changed. The obstacle tower was a major challenge to all demigods; though it was clear that most were willing to take it on for the chance of finally knocking her off her pedestal, and cutting her winning streak short. Not that any of them had succeeded in doing that just yet...

Straightening herself up so that she could get a good idea of her competition for the day, Ky’ vie brought both her hands up, gathering her long and wavy apple-red locks back as best as she could before finally, she tied them back into a messy bun on the top of her head, the sight of long blonde locks catching her attention through the corner of her eyes, causing her to turn her bright metallic silver-blue eyes over to unmistakable figure that was the daughter of Dionysus; the young red-head taking a few moments to just watch her friend getting ready before speaking out, her voice though light and cheerful, holding a hint of surprise she just couldn’t hide, “ Hey Arianna..! I haven’t seen you join in on this sort of thing in a long time- don’t you usually sit and cheer in the stands with the others..?”

“Pfft... You know I’d rather be sitting in the stands watching you and the others getting beat by the tower- gimmie a cold one and mwah..! Perfection on a day like this.” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Arianna slipped her hand down and into her top, pulling a silver flask from the side of her left breast so that she could take a quick swig of the contents within before once again returning it to its place in her bra, “But ya know... Ivan reckons I won’t last five minutes on this contraption- I reckon I won’t last two. So, time ta find out which one of us is right.”

Not even having a moment to react to Arianna’s words before she was off, Ky shook her head lightly from side to side, another gentle chuckle falling out through her lips as she brought her hands together in front of her body, lightly tugging on the bottom of the black leather gloves that she wore as she let her attention once more fall to the spinning tower that stood before her. To say it wasn’t imposing would have been an understatement- standing at almost three stories high, with not just revolving platforms and stages, but also fire pits, thick metal beams, rope ladders and wooden grips that could be pulled out from underneath you at any moment... and right at the top was the goal to all of it- the large centurion-like helm that held the circular ring that everyone was fighting tooth and nail to get to first.

At least... that was what she could see from her position anyway. Taking a few moments to herself so that she was able to re-check the pads she had covering her elbows, Ky shot another quick glance around at the others who were trying to get ready for their next attempt at the tower, and with it, the glory of winning; the very sight causing a small though amused smile to play over her lips- besides the few regulars who tried to knock her from her place as champion, there were so many new players to the field... Not bothering to give it another thought, she pushed herself forward, breaking away from the crowd so that she was instead shooting over the ground towards the tower, her smile never once fading from her features as she dropped her body to the ground, her feet leading the way as she slid underneath the thick metal beam, only moving again when she was close enough to reach up and take a hold of the rope ladder; the daughter of Hephaestus using her upper body strength to pull herself up wrung by wrung as that part of the platform continued to spin her around.

“Good luck everyone... you’re going to need it..!”

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Hey guys, the Gods' first post is up! I just have one more post to write up and then the IC is open for all!! :D

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood

Lady Aphrodite, Lord Ares, Lady Hera, Lord Hermes and Lord Zeus

Olympus ~ New York

Throne Room of Mount Olympus...

New York, the City that Never Sleeps. And of all the buildings that the gods had decided to claim their home, the largest most obvious skyscraper was the ideal choice.

One figure among dozens of others stepped through the front doors, stopping just inside the entrance to adjust his tie and lapels.

The man seemed ordinary enough to the normal passerby; he was tall and well-built with a broad physique. Though appearing to be at least in his early-forties, the man still held an attractive air to him, with a strong jaw and styled up chestnut brown hair.

Garbed in a gray pinstripe suit, the man looked as though he was ready to attend a business meeting of some kind. Stepping into a vacant elevator, the man waited for no one as he immediately pushed the 'Close Doors' button, waiting for the sliding steel doors to shut before doing anything else. As the doors closed in front of him, the elevator grew totally silent aside from an instrumental version of Call Me Maybe playing in the background, causing the man's lips to twitch most irately.

Reaching towards the button panel, the man's hand slid across its length before stopping at a distinct button that sat separate from the others. Pressing it with his pointer finger, the elevator lurched suddenly, as though being yanked by a force much stronger than it. It shot up at an intense speed, the only indication of whatever was going on outside being the blindingly bright sliver of light that beamed through the slit between the two doors.

Finally after an intense ascent, the elevator practically slammed to a stop in a stomach-turning lurch, causing the man to briefly lose his balance before quickly recovering.

"Keep telling them to fix that damn thing." He mumbled to himself, briefly fixing his hair before the elevator doors slid open with a resounding ding, revealing Mount Olympus to him in all its glory. A thin stone bridge, wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side lit with eternal-burning torches led the way to Olympus itself, a massive palace, tall and daunting in the stormy dark sky. Tendrils of lightning emanated from its roof, scattering through the clouds and illuminating the entire area in an electric blue glow.

The man was undaunted, clearing his throat before walking down the path, his steps casual yet dignified as well. But the man could tell something was amiss -- and he knew that for whatever reason he was summoned...it wasn't a good one.

Ares sat indolently upon his throne, one leg thrown over an arm while laying against the other. The god of war glowed a sooty red, rage bubbling underneath the surface as he held an upset Aprodite's hand. He stroke the back of it, one of the few loving gestures he might show to another being. He seemed almost haughty as he looked at his father, Zeus. How could the king of gods be such a pussy? Didn't he realize that Hermes' children should just be wiped off the face of the world, they were more trouble than they were worth!

"Father... we need to address this issue, we all know Hermes' oldest child is to blame! I say we make an example and flay him in front of his brothers and sisters." Ares grinned broadly, taking a perverse pleasure of the idea of inflicting so much suffering. "I could use his hide as my new bike seat and he could finally be of use." His eyebrow cocked, as if challenging the idea that a demigod was worth more than the flesh and bones they were made of. "What do you say? I could be there and back, find my love's dove, all before that insufferable Hermes actually arrived. Who was late to their own summons?" The nerve of the god of messengers set Ares to grinding his teeth.

“Enough, my son. We sit here to discuss what is to be done about this matter- do not allow the anger you feel towards your brother cloud your judgement.” Bringing his hand up from where it had been resting against the arm of his throne, Zeus lightly rubbed at his temple, trying his best to relieve some of the stress that had accumulated since the matter had first been brought to his attention. His son was angered far beyond anything he had seen in many millennium… his beautiful daughter was curled up upon her love's lap, tragically distraught and crying at having her beloved pet dove stolen from her domain… his ever loyal wife sat dutifully by his side as the voice of reason among those which were occupying the room… and his other son, Hermes, was running late for his own summoning- things it seemed could not get any worse at this point in time…

“We shall await Hermes arrival; then we shall seek out the course of action to be taken. Though do not think that this matter shall be taken lightly- it is a serious crime, I agree that as such, the punishment of which should also indeed be severe…” Lowering his arm back down so that it was once more resting upon the arm of his throne, Zeus turned his head so that he was able to meet with his son's gaze, his grey eyes narrowing and his lips pursing together as he let the gravity of the situation once more fall down upon his shoulders, “..but until such time, I believe the best place for you is by your love's side, do you not agree..?”

Keeping a quiet eye near her husband's seat, Hera watched her children carefully. Her husband's voice rang true in her ears and she turned to Ares to see if he had heard what he had meant. She reached up a careful hand and stroked over the back of Zeus's, watching her son carefully as he sat protectively over Aphrodite. "Zeus is right, dear child," Hera's calm voice rang out over the area. "You must be patient and wait for your brother to arrive before you decide the fate of his children."

She carefully crossed her legs and rested her palms on the edge of her knees. All in all, she was nervous, as she knew that Ares could be rash and jump to conclusions. She would not believe that Hermes' eldest would have stolen the dove until there was absolute proof of it. Yet she would not reveal this to the group that approached, as a fight would more likely break out against her with her son at the lead. She leaned back in her chair, her careful eyes scanning over the room. The air was thick with tension, between father and son as well as the anger of the son pierced through the air. The two children who sat in that chair sought vengeance against the culprit, and the anger and distraught was taken into the air. She rested her hand on Zeus' once more and waited, falling silent.

"You could say that father. Or you could say that me and taking care of the perpetrator of this crime would be the BEST use of my abilities. After all, my love wouldn't be upset if not for the thief!" Ares roared, slamming a fist upon the arm of the chair he lazed against. Even with such relaxed posture, any of the gods could tell he was close to bursting. One could almost pity the demigod that faced Ares' wrath. His hand relaxed and resumed its comforting gesture against his wife's hand.

"Action is what we need, not petty talks! I should be out there, finding the fucking whelp!" the god of war snarled the last, eyes glowing red now. The children of Ares should feel that rage through their divine connection to their father, so great the turmoil in the god. He breathed out a sigh of frustration, settling into the back of his chair once more. He'd heed his father's words... for now. "But as you wish, father, mother. We'll wait for Hermes to lie to our faces and say, once again, it could never be HIS child that could enact such a crime--"

"Sorry for being late, folks." A fourth voice cut into the conversation straight in the middle of Ares' rant as the man in the gray suit -- Hermes appeared in the throne room of the gods, both hands planted firmly in his trouser pockets.

"I had lunch at the most amazing sandwich shop, seriously, best cheese-steaks you could ever ask for." Hardly skipping a beat, Hermes sauntered forth into the room, eyeing each of the gods on their thrones, paying special mind to Ares and Aphrodite.

"Did you want a Snicker's, Ares? You don't seem to be you when you're hungry." Grinning in amusement at his own quip, Hermes' demeanor quickly turned somewhat more serious as his attention turned to the largest throne that belonged to Zeus.

"What did Griffin do this time, Dad? Put another stink bomb in Dionysus' room? Though...I gotta admit, that one was pretty funny..." Trailing off, Hermes appeared to become lost in his own train of thought, though his clear gaze never left his father's.

“..how dare you… how dare you defend such an ungrateful little thief..!” Not sure when exactly she had sat up upon her love’s lap, Aphrodite stared over at her brother with tear-stained eyes, her light blue orbs flicking back and forth as she searched his own for reason as to why he was playing such a serious situation off as light… answers as to why he was joking around when it was clear to everyone that it was no time for such petty games.

“You know what he did, and yet you stand there as though it is nothing more than a joke for your own amusement..! He-… He-…” Seemingly unable to go any further in her explanation as the words caught within her throat, Aphrodite shook her head, her long blonde locks flying back and forth before eventually they once again settled against her back, her body turning until she was able to hide herself against the warmth and safety of Ares chest, her body pressing ever closer against his as she once more began to sob into him.

"This is no joking matter, you insufferable buffoon!" Ares roared, hand cradled against Aprhodite's hair, trying to console her as best he could. His eyes burned with undisguised accusation while staring at his mercurial brother. How the man could stand there, keeping them waiting, even as he tried to deflect his son's obvious guilt! He itched for his sword or shotgun respectively, just to teach his brother a much needed lesson. Yet... Zeus would never forgive such an act of aggression.

"This is no child's act of mischievous fun, this is as serious as when your other disgrace, Luke, tried to topple Olympus! Where is my love's dove? OUT WITH IT!" Ares made the throne room vibrate as his rage bubbled into his voice, a sonorous tone that no mortal would've been able to withstand, but which the Gods would find no more than an annoyance. He couldn't help his anger, however, Aphrodite still weeping uncontrollably upon his chest. That alone was enough reason to start a war, for the god. If Hermes couldn't see that... he'd suffer the consequences. "Perhaps you would sing a different note with your staff, surrounded by snakes, shoved up your lying ass!" Ares' throat bulged with his roar.

Hermes initially remained silent, staring his brother in the face with a blank expression. "Do you have proof that Griffin stole your...precious bird?" He finally said, his tone remaining even, though one could detect thinly-veiled anger beneath it.

Breaking his brother's gaze, Hermes looked down at his watch and sighed. "You know, I was gonna go see a movie right about now..."

"Missing the show time is the least of your worries. How long your son will live is the greatest." Ares growled, allowing himself to rise to the bait. Hermes was not helping his son's case in inciting the war god's ire. He'd just as soon disobey Zeus's orders and kill the boy outright, but none knew the location of Aphrodite's divine symbol.

"The proof is your own proclivities, god of thieves and how easily your offspring seem to follow said nature... Speak to your son and find out the truth, make him find the dove. Or I shall do it for you!" the threat was there, laid out like a naked sword. Ares didn't heed subtly like Hermes, had no need of it as conflict was his nectar, battle his aphrodisiac.

Letting out a short laugh that held no true mirth to it, Hermes stared directly at Ares once again, his deep blue eyes now cold and dangerous.

"You're losing your touch, brother, if your only evidence of my son committing this crime being one of my titles." As Hermes spoke, his tone gradually became angrier, losing all the warmth and friendliness it defused moments earlier.

"But hear me, and hear me well. If you lay a single finger on him, I will make you regret it." Hermes swore, letting his words fall as he grew silent.

Ares stood quickly, depositing his wife in her throne in the same motion, hand going to the hilt of his sword as his mouth opened in a scream. "You mangy piece of filth, I'll gut you like a fucking-"

“Enough; the both of you..!” Zeus’ booming voice sounded clear and strong throughout the room causing loud claps of thunder to be heard along with it- he had heard enough of their childish bickering. They were supposed to be family; and it was high time that this matter was put to a rest before it went any further than it already had, ending in blood being spilled upon the floors of his glorious Kingdom. Reaching over his body, Zeus lightly patted the top of his wife’s hand a couple of times, his body hunching over so that he could sweetly kiss at her delicate knuckles before eventually, he lifted himself up from where he had been sat upon his throne; his attention turning over to his two sons as they stood before one another, seemingly ready to wage war at but a moment’s notice.

“The boy in question must answer for the crimes in which he has been accused of; stealing the sacred symbol of a Goddess is something that cannot be forgiven lightly. Though you have my sympathy, my son, I cannot allow such a thing to go unpunished.” Slowly stepping away from his throne, Zeus made his way over to where the both of them stood, making sure that he had their full attention before he continued on with his decision, “Ares speaks with wisdom; if the boy has nothing to hide, then allow him to prove his innocence to the court. He shall have a single lunar cycle to return the dove to the Goddess Aphrodite; shall he not succeed, then the boys fate shall be left to the mercy of your brother.”

Turning to his father with an expression of genuine shock. "Dad, there's no proof! You can't...condemn my son when there's no evidence..." Trailing off once again, Hermes eventually grew silent, knowing that nothing he said could change his father's mind.

He'd lost too many children already, one who's death still pained him. He could not lose another. Not like this.

Ares' demeanor had significantly calmed, hearing the good news from Zeus. He let his sword fall back into its sheathe, having been drawn halfway. He straightened from his charging posture, crossing his arms and grinning smugly. Finally, someone was being forced to take action! Optimally, he wished to do the deed himself and make Hermes' child piss in his little demigod pants. But he'd settle for Hermes having to suffer the indignity of telling his child that his legacy had made him guilty.That his father was to blame for his suffering. His grin widened gleefully as he thought of the hate that would foster between the two. Let this one meet the same fate as the last, Ares thought.

"Poseidon said the same, dear brother... And Percy proved his innocence. If your son has done nothing wrong, what could he possibly have to worry about?" Ares posed to Hermes, with an arrogant satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. Not bothering to wait for an answer, he gathered Aphrodite, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. He held her close as he dipped his head to his father. "Thank you for your wise decision, Lord Zeus. We'll take our leave now. It's been a taxing day for Aphrodite." He dipped his head once more in farewell to Hera and walked past Hermes as if he wasn't there, unworthy of even acknowledgement. Let that be a thorn in his ass. They walked proudly out of the throne room, all too pleased at how events unfolded.

Bowing his head in farewell to his son and his daughter both as they left the room, Zeus waited until the doors had shut behind their figures before he turned his attention over to Hermes- his son’s expression saying it all… he was mortified; terrified of losing yet another son... the very sight of his son’s pain caused his heart to tighten within his chest, but there was no way that he could go back upon his decision. He had given the boy seven days to prove his innocence to the court- longer than he had given his nephew after he himself had accused him of stealing his master bolt.

Taking those couple of steps to close the gap that was between the both of them, Zeus lifted his hand up until he was able to rest it upon his son’s shoulder, his hand squeezing it gently in an attempt at comforting him, even if just a small amount, “My son… the pain you feel is but temporary. Have faith in your boy; just as Poseidon had faith within his own, and I know that he will rise to the occasion and do you proud. I shall not interfere in the workings of the camp, nor will I burden you with having to deliver your boy with such grave news; go to him, but only when your mind has had the time to settle upon this situation… I shall have Dionysus and Chiron bring discussion to light.”

Hermes remained wordless at first, still attempting to process what had just occurred in his mind. He felt his father's firm hand on his shoulder, but did not react, a feeling of total numbness running through his body.

Nodding once, slowly, Hermes turned to leave Olympus, clearing his throat in an obvious attempt to hide its shakiness. "I best go. Don't want to miss that movie." He said, attempting to defuse his own feelings with an admittedly poor attempt at humor. That being said, the god of messengers left without another word.

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Camp Half-Blood ~ Day One of Camp

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood

@Nallore; once Night has a CS up (completed or wip), then we'll start :3

(Reboot) The Demigods of Camp Half-Blood ~ <Percy Jackson and the Olympians Roleplay>

@smarty0114, @Ryouko; of course! Just pop up a CS in the OOC thread of the RP :D