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@Grim327,@Classpet,@smarty0114,@Nallore,@SouffleGirl123,@NightOwl, @gowia; just letting you all know, I'm already working on an event involving everyone, as well as on a second quest..!

Fun times are on the horizon..!

The Rise Of Camelot - Medieval Fantasy RP

@LadyRunic; sweet; head on over to the ooc if you like, the more the merrier

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@smarty0114; lmfao, Ky will flip her shit at her if she does that long enough xD

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@Grim327; she's gunna do the cute 'promise me you'll be safe' sort of thing, but cause she's shy around him, it probably won't come out right xD

The Rise Of Camelot - Medieval Fantasy RP

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Peter Hasselbaink

"Life was made for the simple things. But when the simple things aren't possible, you might as well enjoy the less simple things too.
~ Peter Hasselbaink

~General Information~

Name: Peter Hasselbaink.
Nick-Names: 'Petey' and 'P', one person called him 'Bainks', once.
Sex/ Gender: Male.
Age: 16 Years Old.
Place Of Origin: New Jersey.
Camp Cabin: Councillor Of Cabin Eleven – Apollo

Appearance - 16 Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: N.A.
Godly Parent: Ἀπόλλων - Apollo; God of music, poetry, art, oracles, archery, plague, medicine, sun, light and knowledge.
Human Parent: Claudia Hasselbaink.
Siblings: Will Solace (Older Half-Brother - No Longer A Camper) Austin (Half-Brother) Kayla (Half-sister)
Legacy: None.
Pet/s: None.
Other Relations:
Camper’s Real Name | Relationship Status | Nickname if applicable
Erin Marie Chase | ? | ?
Arianna Louise Watson | ? | ?
Hawley Eames Griffin | ? | ?
Ky’ vie Morgan | ? | ?
Aella Lorraine Stedford | ? | ?
Roy Montag | ? | ?
Octavia | ? | ?
Ivan Theodore Moody | ? | ?
Elena Sarah Reese | ? | ?
Charlie Alexander | ? | ?
Gabriel Davidson | ? | ?
Vanessa Casey Charlotte | ? | ?
Eli Julius King | ? | ?

~Personal Information~

Personality: Peter is arrogant, there is no two ways about it. However he tries to make sure his arrogance doesn't cripple him socially. He doesn't do so the excess when he knows he is really starting to get on someone's nerves. At the same time he won't ever be ever vulnerable. He hates it and it comes down to his confidence. You want a singing competition? Sure. You want to go running? Sure. You want to talk about your feelings? Peter won't be talking back. It's just not in his nature to open up and whilst some people find that okay, it means he makes 'close' friends very slowly, if at all.

You will also never see Peter floundering, his arrogance can translate into confidence too and even in the most terrifying situations he tries to be as light hearted as possible. He is not fun loving though, he simply tries to be positive and brave, as he feels naturally that anything otherwise is weakness. Peter is easy at making acquaintances and not afraid to fail and me glamorous in defeat, but he hates sore winners and has always despised people who dig incessantly at him. Telling him, unless he opens up, he is not a good person.

Biography: Peter is a mutt in his blood. His family were Dutch born Jews who fled to the UK during the Nazi occupation. However whilst in the UK Peter's grandmother fell in love with an American pilot stationed there and moved back to the US with him after VE-day. In the US the Hasselbaink's were the upper working class. Enough money to live but not enough to supply every want. Peter was born to a nurse, Claudia Hasselbaink, it was only right the God of health fall in love with a woman who epitomized selfless dedication to the wellness of others. The child seemed straight away, in his mother's eyes, to be the child of Apollo, Peter always remembers the days his mother would brush his hair and tell him "Your father had hair just like you." However Claudia never told Peter who his father really was. "He was an athlete, a doctor, a great dancer." These were all things his father was. Never a name or a place. Just adjectives.

Peter struggled at school, he could never sit still, loved to learn but struggled with the fine prints. He was told he had ADHD and dyslexia. Yet he always found solace in the arts. He always had the lead rolls, his band always played for events. He even did a half decent comedy gig once, though he decided that wasn't his forte as the others were. Whilst at school he regularly went on the retreats, regularly did the camps. He was popular but never actually 'fit in'. When at concerts he loved the music, but more so than anyone else, when watching drama he wanted to talk about the quality of it. His 'friends' wanted to laugh at the chubby man talking loudly and the lady who looked fit. He was always unsettled, especially when he seemed to notice things others didn't. He mentioned it to his mother who merely put it down to "That's your father in you." But never explained what that meant.

On his 16th birthday Peter was out with his mother for the usual Italian dinner when the chef assaulted him. Attacked him just in the restaurant. And it was the scariest moment of his life, yet his mother did not panic. She saved him, s a mother should, but in doing so revealed the world behind the mist to Peter. From then on he was filled with questions and not much else. But before anything could be answered his mother bundled him off to a new camp. One he had never heard of before. One with a strange name.

~Demigod Information~

Demigod Abilities: Peter is his father’s son. Made famous in his traits by renaissance romanticists, Peter epitomises the kouros –a beardless athletic youth- in his appearance. Alongside this he shares in his father’s patronage of the arts and an interest in physical pursuits and health. Of course this is only when positive. In anger and spite he also knows that when one’s body fails them, it leaves them entirely incapable.

Salutemkinisis - Much like his father, Peter has the uncanny ability to manipulate health and wellbeing. Be it acting as a medic, studying and manipulating the body to fight disease and set broken bones. However in the reverse of this he is more than capable of creating great plague and illness, though he is fairly new to his powers and so they can act up when he least expects them too. He has always been told to never abuse his powers but sometimes it was fun noticing every time he wanted a week off school, the teachers all happened to come down with a severe flu.

Affinity for the Bow - Since Peter was little he has always been sent off to camp, and at camp they did the whole outdoorsman thing. Whittling, hiking and putting up tents was all part of it. As was archery. Peter has always been a skilled archer, when he first learnt the bow he was quick to pick it up. Local competitions passed and he carried on improving, well beyond the expectation of any of his instructors.

Affinity for the Arts – Peter has always loved the arts; drama, music, singing. And he has always had a skill in them, his hands are deft and he loves the melodies and the beauty in art. He studied them all and they all came easy to him.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: None yet, he has just arrived. Give him a chance. Oh and "Zeus was the prettiest girl at the ball, even Aphrodite was jealous of him."
Weapon/s Name: N.A
Weapon/s Type: N.A
Attributes: N.A

Weapon Appearance

Weapon/s Appearance: N.A

~Other Information~

Other: N.A

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
Biggest Monkey, Chef’Special

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@gowia; I love him honey, the only thing that needs to be changed is a minor detail and that would be about his half-brother Will Solace. This rp, while it does involve cannon characters, they are now all older and no longer campers... the exception to this being Thalia Grace as she's a huntress... Will Solace, while he can be brought in and out of the roleplay like the others will be, is no longer a camper, and as such it means that your character will be the counselor of the Apollo cabin.

Aside from that little detail, he has been accepted and I will put him across into the Character section with the others..! Welcome to the camp honey, feel free to jump in whenever you can..!

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@Grim327,@Classpet,@smarty0114,@Nallore,@SouffleGirl123,@NightOwl; once again, I'm really sorry that it took so long to get this post up- like you guys, I don't wish for this roleplay to die either. The quest post is up everyone; feel free to post up reactions. :D

Also, Grim; if it's okay with you, I might have Syleste approach and talk to Gabe for a bit o:

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@gowia; looking over your child of Apollo now, and will get back to you very soon o:

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Lord Dionysus and Chiron

Also Featuring:
Ky' vie Morgan, Hawley Griffin, and Arianna Louise Watson

The Obstacle Tower ~ Camp Half-Blood

One minute, victory seemed imminent- and the next moment, it was gone... snatched out of her grasp by no less than the son of Hermes himself. The very thought of having lost to him of all people causing mixed feelings to rush through her; though she held no ill intent towards her best friend. Stooping her head ever so slightly, Ky’ vie shook it lightly from side to side, a gentle chuckle falling out and through her soft pink lips as she slowly lifted herself back up to her feet, taking only a few more moments to herself before finally, she lifted her gaze to once more rest upon his figure- well, if she was meant to be knocked from her throne, she was glad at least that it was him who had managed to finally do it.

Bending her knees lightly, she pushed herself up from where she stood on the platform below him, the ball of her foot pressing against the tower itself to give her the extra momentum she needed as she reached out and took a hold of the top platform; the young red-head using the strength within her arms to hoist herself up so that she was instead standing tall beside him, a bright and proud smile lighting up her features as she leant in, knocking her shoulder playfully up against his own in an attempt to get his attention.

“Who knew that out of everyone; you would be the one that I had to look out for... Haha- must have been due to that incentive I gave you this morning... So tell me; what am I losing from my collection today..?”

Griffin reveled in his victory with visible glee, saving a short word or quip for every congratulatory response he received. Finally turning towards Ky, the Irishman raised his brows most inquisitively at her reaction. "Suppose having the god of athletes as your father comes in handy." Griffin replied with a smirk before addressing her second question.

"That, my dear....remains to be seen. My oh my, so many goodies to choose from." Snickering, Griffin wiped a thin layer of sweat from his brow before dusting off his jacket, music still blaring from his earbuds. It was a wonder he could speak, let alone hear with them on...

Shaking her head softly from side to side in slight defeat, Ky couldn’t help the sweet and gentle chuckle that fell out through her lips, her hand reaching up and behind her head to let her hair out of the restraint the hair tie had over it; the long and bright apple red locks falling down to once more rest over her shoulders, “You... are going to be the death of my collection. Ah damn... I know I brought this one on myself-...”

“Miss Kylie Montgomery. I suggest you stumble your way back down here, and take a seat with the rest of these lazy lumps- I have the unfortunate pleasure of calling my camp to meeting, and I need all ears on us.” Frowning heavily as his voice filled the area calling all the campers to order, Dionysus stuffed his hands further down into his pockets, completely ignoring the small group of satyrs that hurried forward with cans of diet coke held high within their hands as an offering to the God.

“And you Mister Griffin... I expect you to do the same; but I assure you, you’re going to want to pay extra close attention to what it is that Chiron and I have to tell you all...”

Raising a single brow in inquisition, Griffin pulled out his earbuds before stuffing them in his jacket pockets for safe-keeping. "Tell you what, I dunno if I'm going deaf, but I could've sworn you pronounced my name correctly....Must be dire." Griffin noted but nevertheless followed Ky off the tower to an open seat, the glint of victory still ever-present in his bright eyes.

As Griffin moved off the tower, Chiron stepped forward, a look of soft apology clear on his creased, yet kind features. "What Lord Dionysus is trying to say is that we have received grave news from Olympus, and request your full attention for the time being." Pausing briefly for his words to settle and the murmurs of the campers to cease, Chiron continued.

"Aphrodite's Dove has been stolen from Olympus by an unknown miscreant. Understandably, the gods are in uproar at the crime...and Hawley Griffin has been accused by Lord Ares as the guilty party."

A wave of heightened whispers ran through the crowd of campers, many expressing disbelief, a small few agreeing with the accusation, and then some others (comprised mostly of Griffin's siblings) expressing awed reverence. Roy, himself slunk into the crowd, grabbed by one of the passing Satyrs as the Camp meeting was announced.

Griffin's own blood ran cold instantly, goosebumps forming on his skin, his posture stiffening to the point it might snap.

"Stealing from Aphrodite? The hell are they on up there! Bunch of all-mighty idiots that lot, blaming the first Hermes-kid they can because Luke gave them a thrashing back in the day, that's what!" Griffin ranted, his initial shock soon turning to vindictive anger at his accused transgressions.

"Mr. Griffin, control yourself!" Chiron rebuked, an added sternness to his voice that was able to silence an unruly individual far better than shouting would ever do.

"The gods have no proof that you were the thief, but insulting them will not do you any favors. Lord Zeus has decreed that you will have one week to find and return the Dove to Mount Olympus, wherein you will be acquitted of all indictments."

"And if I can't find the damn bird in a week?" Griffin asked, indignance clear in his voice...but a hint of panic could be heard beneath the surface.

"...Then you will be subject to the wrath of Lord Ares." Chiron responded quietly, bereavement quite heavy in his voice. Though he would certainly not voice such an opinion aloud, Chiron was no more angrier than Griffin was at the gods' decree. Camp Half-Blood was supposed to be a safe haven for young demigods to learn and to train. To hoist so mighty an accusation on one of the campers at the penalty of torture and destruction, Chiron could not fathom...

“..let me go in his place, Chiron.” Clenching her jaw for a few moments as she felt the stares of everyone around her fall upon her person, Ky’ vie took a moment to glance around at them all, her metallic silver-blue eyes meeting with each and every one of them before lingering on those of her best friend- it was clear that Griffin was rattled by such a turn of events; sure he could be a right pain in the ass, but everyone knew that apart from his pranks, he was just as harmless as Erin was.

Giving him a light nod of her head, Ky once more turned her attention back over to the God and the centaur that stood in front of the gathering of campers, “I’ll find the bird; and bring it back in the seven day limit-... there’s no way in Tartarus that I’m gunna let you take the rap for something you didn’t do, Grif.”

“As noble as your intentions might be Miss Kylie; that is something that I cannot allow... This quest is Mr Hawley’s burden to bare; and if he chooses to allow you to go with him, then so be it. The more of you lazy lumps I get rid of looking after, the better; nothing would please me more.” Seemingly not even bothered by, and completely choosing to ignore the obviously annoyed and frustrated look that he was getting from Chiron at his words, Dionysus paused for a moment to glance over the large crowd of campers that was spewn out all over the stands, his brows furrowing in slight confusion as he seemingly searched around for a figure he couldn’t see before him, “Wait a moment... all right you blighters, where’s my daughter..?”

“I’m here..!”

Twisting his upper body around as he heard the familiar sound of his daughters voice floating back their way from somewhere over near the obstacle tower, Dionysus quirked his brow in slight surprise as he watched the tower turn slowly around and around before his eyes, Arianna’s figure dragged lightly along with it as she hung upside down by her foot on one of the rope ladders that led to the first platform; her long and wavy blonde locks gently flying out to the side, and what was obviously an empty flask held in her hand as she continued to go along with the ride, her voice lost each time she disappeared around the back of the construct.

“It’s all good-... keep going and don’t-... mind me, I’m listen-.... ing- but before you-.... go any further-... does anyone have somet-... thing to drink..? Mine-... is empty...”

Chiron raised a single brow in intrigue with the slightest twinge of amusement. "Could someone please help Ms. Watson down from the Tower? Thank you." He asked with a short nod of his head as two Campers hurried down to help the ditzy daughter of Dionysus.

"Mr. Griffin, I know this news is highly shocking. But you must act immediately. You're allowed to recruit three campers to go with you on your journey - and you best begin packing immediately." With a grave nod of his head, Chiron conceded then to Griffin's judgement.

Griffin let out a deep sigh, though instead of boredom he appeared to be obviously stressed. "Alright, alright. Well," Griffin moved to stand, grunting slightly with the movement as he stretched out a moment. "Ky's a given. And, I'll take....Gabriel, and Jessica." Griffin finished after a brief reprieve of thought, planting both hands in his jacket pockets.

"Then it's decided!" Chiron spoke up, addressing the Camp as a whole now. "Undertaking the Quest for Aphrodite's Dove will be Hawley Griffin, Ky' vie Morgan, Gabriel Davidson, and Jessica Merrimont. If Lord Dionysus has nothing else, I suggest the Campers in question begin packing and finish any last-minute projects and activities."

Quirking his eyebrow slightly in amusement as he watched the two campers who had been called to help run after his daughter as she was spun round and around by the tower, Dionysus turned his back to the crowd, his arms coming up to cross over his chest as he let himself get distracted... but only long enough for Chiron to once more drag him back into the politics of camp, “Hm..? Oh, yes.”

Lifting one of his hands up from his side, Mr. D waved his hand dismissively at the thought while his head nodded up and down in agreement to whatever it was that Chiron had actually said, “Whatever... whatever’s fine with me; just let the brats get on their way already. Don’t waste the sunshine and all that other crap...”