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♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

@BassDropp; I like it so far- really good work on him o:

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

@tsubasa; welcome to camp..! All three of your characters have been accepted..!

@BassDropp; there's definitely one spot left in the Zeus cabin o:
I look forward to seeing your character :'3

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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Erin Marie Chase and Syleste Astrea Nioré

Location: The Big House & The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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The sound of wood cracking apart beneath her feet filled the office of the camp’s director as her patience began to wear thin, and her frustration about the whole situation began to show in the expression she wore upon her face: disgust… pure unadulterated disgust.

The camp was filled with plenty of other demigods who would both volunteer, and do a much better job than she would; so why he’d chosen her was far beyond her comprehension.

“You’ve got to be kidding me..! I’m the daughter of the Underworld; not some bloody glorified babysitter..!” What it came down to was the fact that the camp’s director, Lord Dionysus, had it in for her- even after she chose to put up with his psychotic daughter. Arianna was nothing but a raving moron with mental issues; everyone knew it, but she was the only one who was brave enough to speak the truth, “You can’t just go a dump all the fresh meat on whenever you don’t feel like doing you damn job..!”

“Actually… I can, Eirene; you see, as much as I hate being here looking after you lazy lot, this is my camp… and I’m the one who makes all the rules..! You’re on tour duty; so hop to it, or whatever it is that you kids do these days…”

“Oh, for the love of Zeus..! My name is not Eirene, and you know it..! I’m on the complete opposite side of the damn family to that snow freak..!” He didn’t even flinch as she brought her fists down onto the surface of the desk in front of him- it was clear that she was done with him and his stupid games. She had lived in camp for Gods knew how long; and each time, without fail, he’d gotten her name wrong; choosing instead to call her by the name of one of his many sisters who lived on Mount Olympus, “I’m not going to do it. The newbie is supposed to live in the Ares cabin, right..? So get Deon to greet them; you got that. I didn’t come to this stupid camp so that I could show every damn freshmen around like some tour guide. Next time, think about getting your psycho daughter to do it.”

“..Mr. Donovan is down at the obstacle tower along with the others; but I’m sure I can work something out… In the meantime, you’re really beginning to test my patience; watch your tongue, unless you wish for me to turn you into a pathetic little minno-...”

“Empty threats again, Mr. D..? You know, you really should take a page out of my father’s book…” Unable to help the way that her lips turned up in a rather threatening smirk, Erin leant her body forward, bringing herself closer to him over the desk as her eyes narrowed on his lazy figure lounging in his chair, “..if you’re going to threaten someone; make sure you can back it up.”

Not bothering to give him even the slimmest chance to respond, Erin turned on her heel, her long and wavy dark brown locks bouncing lightly over her back with each and every step that she took out of the office, and in turn, out of the big house; the fresh air of the camp washing over her as she continued to put space between her and the God- she didn’t care what he had to say… he could sit there and insult her for days, but it wasn’t going to change a thing.

The relationship between the two of them had never been a great one… her and the God both butting heads, and arguing almost every single time that they camp face-to-face. It was just a normal routine; and everyone in camp knew it too.

“..Erin..? H-How did it go..? Is he going to let us swap..? I know you don’t like doing having to greet the new campers…”

The sound of a familiar voice filling the air caught her ears, causing Erin to turn her head so she was able to look over at the young girl who had spoken- the girl in question sitting ever so patiently on the edge of the porch with a small pup held delicately in her arms, exactly where she had left her when she had first entered the big house. She’d taken forever in there, thanks to her stupid uncle; damn Zeus took forever in there… But it was typical behavior of the girl… she was just too nice for her own good, and really, Erin couldn’t figure out whether or not she actually enjoyed sitting there waiting for her to return, “..you were here all this time..? Seriously, you’re too nice for your own good Syleste; grow some backbone will ya.”

Rolling her eyes, though unable to keep the small smile from flickering over her soft pink lips, Erin couldn’t help but to sigh softly before making her way down the steps, and over to where Syleste was sitting, her head tilting lightly to the side as she slipped her hands down into the back pockets of her black denim shorts, her gaze lingering upon the girl sitting in front of her before finally, she decided to answer her questions, “..the answer is no. The drunkard refuses to let me swap with you- but it doesn’t mean I didn’t get my way. He said he’d sort something out, so I’m not stuck as the damn welcoming committee today.”

“..well… that’s good isn’t it..?” Lifting herself up from where she had been sitting, Syleste’s lips turned up in a bright smile, her arms adjusting around the pup slightly so that she had a better hold over him, “It means that we can go down and cheer on the others at the tower..! At least, this way, you won’t be alone… and as a bonus; I get to spend time with my friend. Please..? Please can you come with me and Prince, Erin..?”

“If you want me to tag along and watch people getting beaten to a pulp, I’m not going to say no Syl- but the minute someone tries to get me to participate, I’m out of there, you got that..?”

Shoving her hands deeper into her pockets, Erin shrugged her shoulders lightly in response to the girl’s pleading, allowing herself to begin wandering away from the big house, being sure to drag her feet over the ground so that the noise would let Syleste know that the were now on the move to where the roar of the crowd was growing louder with each moment passed- from the sounds of it, apart from the few stragglers like the small group of six playing basketball on the court as they passed it by; the whole camp was watching as people ran like dogs, chasing their tails, and trying to fetch the disk at the top of the tower.

Truly, it was pathetic… but it was also quite amusing too.

Seeming to light up the moment Erin gave her the answer she’d been hoping to hear, Syleste hurried to catch up to where she could hear Erin’s footfalls, her own bare feet brushing lightly over the top of the grass causing a gentle tickle to rub over the souls of her feet, a single hand breaking away from around the pup so that she could lift it up, brushing some stray strands of her long and wavy bubblegum pink locks back and off her face, tucking them neatly behind her ear as she glanced over in the direction she could hear a ball being bounced against concrete.

“..I wonder what kind of camper we’re supposed to get today… I mean, I know they’re meant to be in the Ares cabin… but it-... it kinda gets lonely in my cabin sometimes…” Seeming to stare unseeingly at the guys playing basketball for a few moments, Syleste brought her arm back to rest around the small pup, her gaze lowering slightly as she once more focused on Erin’s steps, “..I love Connor; I really do. He looks after me, and always makes me smile, but… well, he’s my brother… I just-... I just get lonely sometimes because I’m the only girl… There are times I can’t talk to him… he understands enough- but he doesn’t understand everything…”

Unable to stop the scoff that slipped through her lips, Erin shook her head before closing the gap between them, her hand reaching out to brush softly against her friends out of habit- a sign that they were going to be stopping soon now that they were entering the area that held the tower, “I’ll pass on any new siblings- I happen to enjoy being alone and having a whole cabin to myself… unfortunately; I’m stuck with Marci… but if you really hate being the only girl in your cabin; go move in with the hot head. I’m sure Ky’ vie would just love having someone else to look after when she’s actually here…”

“Oh..! That could be so much fun..! We all have to have a sleepover soon- I’ve never had one of them before…”

Turning her gaze away from where Syleste stood happily bouncing up and down, and having clearly misunderstood what she had said, Erin rolled her eyes, a soft sigh falling out through her lips as she let her gaze wander about the stands until eventually, they came to a rest on two familiar figures sitting in the stands not too far from where they were stood- of course… they were in the stands again… When was he going to get over whatever it was he had, and actually give the tower a shot; it wasn’t like he didn’t have some skills… at least, he could tie his own shoelaces as far as she knew anyway.

Reaching her hand out again, Erin once more touched her hand to Syleste’s arm, leading her by the elbow over to where both Michael and Neisha were sitting, taking a place close to them while making sure that Syleste was on the inside, situated between herself and Michael- the way things looked on the tower, the infirmary was going to be busy… and for once, it wasn’t going to be because someone pissed her off.

However, if something happened to Syleste… Connor was going to rampage the camp… and not even she could stop him...

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Question~

As far as I recall from reading the books the first day of camp was the first day. But some people have been there for a few days? Or more?

I am confused. :\

@Sergeant

There are campers who have been there for years, some who come for just the summer, and some who are arriving for the first time or coming back from quests- I only wrote it as the first day cause its day one in the roleplay; sorry if that confused you hun...

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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Ky' vie Morgan

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Those around her.}

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The roar of the crowd had become almost deafening as one after the other, campers who had attempted to make their way up the obstacle tower got smacked back down; the sheer force of it all causing many to double over, but all to be flung from the platforms before ultimately they landed in a pained heap upon the ground…

It was glorious.

The very sight of it caused a soft chuckle to fall out through her bright red lips- truly, no matter how many quests she was sent on… no matter how long she actually spent away from her home here at camp… nothing changed. And that was just how she loved it. The people, the challenges… the fun; what more could anyone want..? Whether it was just for the summer, or spending all year round in the company of those she loved; there was nothing better in her eyes.

Turning her attention back over to the current challenge that stood before her, Ky’ vie let her soft metallic-silver eyes roam the construction that towered over them all… literally. The obstacle tower was a major test for all demigods that called Camp Half-Blood their home, though it was more than clear that majority were willing to take it on for the chance of finally knocking her off her pedestal, and cutting her winning streak short… Heh; not that any of them had managed to succeed in doing that just yet.

Chuckling lightly to herself at the thought, she straightened up, her head turning slightly this way and that so that she could get a better look at her competition for the day, her hands both reaching up to first gather her long and wavy apple-red locks before finally, she tied them back into a messy bun on the top of her head, the sight of a familiar flash of blonde hair in the corner of her eye catching her attention and causing her to turn her head in the direction of the unmistakable figure that was the daughter of Dionysus; the young woman taking a few moments to just watch her friend before finally speaking out, her voice though light and rather cheerful, holding a slight hint of surprise she just couldn’t seem to hide.

“..hey, Arianna..! I haven’t seen you join in on this sort of thing in ages- don’t you usually just sit around and cheer in the stands with the others..?”

“Pfft… phsaw..! You know I’d rather be sittin’ on my ass in the stands, suckin’ on a cold one while you and the others get your ass beat by the tower- seriously..! Mwah..! Sheer perfection on a day like this chicka-dee.” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Arianna slipped her hand into the front of her top, pulling a silver flask out from the side of her left breast so that she could take a quick swig of the contents within before once more returning it back to its place in her bra, “But… you know… Deon 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..!”

She didn’t even get a chance to react to Arianna’s words before the girl was gone; speeding off towards the tower with what looked like purpose and… yeah, it was clear she wasn’t going to get too far to the top…

Shaking her head lightly from side to side, another chuckle seemed to fall from her lips, her hands both coming together in front of her body so that she could tug lightly on the bottom of her black leather gloves, her attention once more falling to the spinning tower that stood before her- to say it wasn’t imposing would have been a major understatement… Standing tall 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 then right at the top was the goal of it all; the large centurion-like helm that held the golden circular ring- that was what everyone was fighting tooth and nail to get to first.

Or at least… that was what she could see from her position anyway.

Taking a few moments to herself so that she could re-check the pads she had covering her elbows, Ky shot another quick glance around at the others who were getting ready to have another crack at the tower, and with it, a shot at the glory of winning. The very sight had her bright red lips turning up into an amused smile. Aside from the few regulars who tried to take her place as champion, there were quite a few new players in the game…

Not bothering to give it another thought, she pushed herself forward; breaking herself away from the crowd so that she was instead shooting over the ground, and 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 in front of her, the young woman only moving again when she was close enough to reach up and take a hold of the rope ladder flying round in her direction; the daughter of Hephaestus focusing on using her upper body strength to pull herself up rung by rung as that part of the platform continued to spin her around, her Australian accent ringing out clear and strong for all to hear.

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

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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, quickly 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.

Pacing back and forth hastily, like a trapped animal in a cage, the god of War snarled quietly to himself as each and every second ticked on. Ares, by no means, was known for his patience on a good day. On a bad day... well, most people never lived to discover just how quick he could snap. A faint, red glow emanated off of his body, leaving a blurred trail of crimson behind in his movements that lasted no longer than but a moment before fading away. How could his father be so blind? Hermes... his entire line was nothing more than inconvenient little shits - the lot of them. If he had his way, they would all be wiped from the face of the Earth forever. The very thought drove him over the edge of impatience, his pacing intensified as he turned back around and let out an agitated yell of frustration, the flames in his eyes glowing brighter and more angry.

"Where is he?" the god of War demanded, now stalking over to Zeus. By the love of Tartarus, who was late to their own summons? God or not, Hermes still had to play by the rules - they all did. Apparently none of his children got the memo. "Father, we waste time. While his godly self is probably too busy primping his hair in a mirror to show up, his son continues to get away with this thievery! Summon the welp and I will take care of this issue straight away! I can think of a few uses for that empty head of his."

“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 to cloud your judgement.”

Lifting his hand up from where it had been rested over the arm of his throne, Zeus rubbed ever lightly at his temple, doing his best to relieve some of the stress that had accumulated since the matter at hand had first been brought to his attention- his son was angered… far beyond anything he had seen in many a millennium… his beautiful and normally enchanting daughter curled up upon Ares’ throne; tragically distraught, and crying at having her beloved pet dove stolen from her domain… his ever loyal wife sat dutifully by his side; the voice of reason among those which occupied the throne 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… and 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 beloved's side, do you not agree..?”

Ares' scoffed. How could Zeus remain so calm about this? His Aphrodite was in complete shambles by his side, and yet he had the gall to sit there, high and mighty on his throne, and tell him to wait and sit down? The red glow around his body pulsed brighter for a fraction of a second.

"I recall a time when you didn't take things so lightly, father." Ares said quietly through clenched teeth, his hands balling into fists. "A handful of years past, your fit nearly started a war over your precious lightning bolt, stolen by a son of the very man you're asking me to give patience to. Now that the tides have shifted, and I find myself in a similar situation... you tell me to sit down. I will not!"

Hera watched the scene play out, her eyes following Ares as he got continued to become angered, working himself into a fit of rage. Working himself passed that, in fact. Love always makes fools of us, we fail to see that we are as susceptible to it as mortals She thought to herself, watching her son as he balled his hands into fists, openingly challenge Zeus, based on the past. Hera shook her head, rising from her throne. “Dear child, your father is right. We must wait for Hermes” She raised a hand, a sign for Ares to not interrupt her, as she brushed a hand along Zeus’s arm, approaching Ares “the events of a few years ago should serve to teach you that we cannot jump to conclusions. Much harm came from that, child” Calm, collected and controlled, Hera sought to bring Ares back to control-however long that would last.

Yet Hera could match Ares anger for anger, and she said, her tone changing “Sit down, Ares.” Cool, her tone suggested this wasn’t an order he could refuse, “You think we won’t do anything and everything in our power to retrieve Aphrodite's treasure? You would be wrong to think that, but this is a time for cooler heads to prevail.” Despite this, Hera was nervous. Ares was known for his rash nature, and often would jump to conclusions, releasing his violent rage before all the facts were in. After the events of a few years ago, Hera wasn’t going to let her children, nor her husband jump to conclusions once more. She would not jump to conclusions, and would not believe Hemes’ child could do this, not after last time.

This was not something she would reveal to the room at large. The tension between Zeus and Ares was thick, and that would just be fuel for the fire. She had to be the voice of reason, and for now that meant keeping Ares in line, and preventing Zeus from becoming enraged as well. “We do not need a repeat of last time, child” returning to Zeus’ side, she sat down once more, resting her hand on Zeus’, as if she could soothe him, soothe the whole situation.

His nostrils flared at his mother’s calm, soothing words, though the fire in his eyes dimmed, as if giving his answer to her that he would listen. Snorting, however, to indicate that he wasn't happy about it, Ares returned to Aphrodite, taking a moment to scoop her small frame off of his throne in his big arms so that he could take a seat. He placed her onto his lap, adjusting her legs so that they were draped to the side and held her weeping head into his chest, his opposite arm rubbing her back to try and console her in what way he was allowed. For now.

"Am I a god then whose purpose is nix?" he asked, a very quiet anger to his tone. "Mother... Father... action is what we need, not these... summonings." His eyes looked to Zeus, and then to his mother. Sighing, catching her look, he relaxed back into his throne, letting Aphrodite mold into him. "Fine. But mark my words, the little shit is going to suffer. Both of them."

"Sorry for being late, folks." A third voice cut into the conversation 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 Snickers, 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 my son 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.

Ares had nearly calmed down, focusing more on Aphrodite than his thoughts but the moment Hermes finally decided to show himself... His nostrils flared and his eyes pulsed with fire - a warning to his half-brother.

"You defend him?" Ares asked, frankly quite surprised considering everything that had happened in times past. "You defend him?" he asked again, this time louder, raising his voice to a roar so great, the walls and pillars began to vibrate around them.

“..how dare you…”

Unsure as to when she had exactly sat up within her lovers lap, Aphrodite turned her full attention over to her brother, staring up at him through tear-stained eyes, “..how dare you defend such an ungrateful little thief..!”

Shaking her head lightly from side to side with tears still bubbling away behind her bright light blue orbs, Aphrodite took a few moments to flick back and forth between her brother's eyes, searching for reason as to why he was playing such a serious situation off as light… searching for answers as to why he was joking around when it was clear to all that it was no time for such petty games.

“You know what he did- 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 with her explanation as the words caught within her throat, Aphrodite shook her head, her long and delicate blonde locks flying back and forth before eventually, they settled once more over her back, her small frame turning until she was able to once again hide herself against the warmth and safety of Ares’ chest, her body pressing ever closer as her sobs once more began to fill the air.

“Do not test me, Hermes.” Ares warned his half-brother with a venomous tone. His only grounding at that point was Aphrodite herself, curled up so closely in his arms that he couldn’t simply be parted from her even if he wanted to. He itched for his sword - the weapon, with the proper amount of manipulating, could make quite a decent shot-gun. One good enough to blow that smug smile off of Hermes’ face, anyway. But it was stowed away at his hip where his love’s body was currently occupying, soaking his shirt with days worth of tears. “This is no child’s act of mischievous fun. Your children are falling straight into the mindset of your lightning thief. While father may have shown mercy on him, I will not. I give you, and your bastard son, one chance. Return Aphrodite’s dove, or you shall have two dead sons to hardly miss this generation.”

Hermes initially remained silent, staring his brother in the face with a blank expression. "Do you have proof that he stole your… precious bird?" 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.

“The only reason your boy still draws breath is because only he knows where the bird is.” Ares retorted, ignoring the question about having proof. What more proof did he need? In times past, it was the seed of Hermes who had been stupid enough to steal from a god. Why should it be any different this time?

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" he finally said, his tone remaining even, though one could detect the thinly-veiled anger beneath it. Breaking Ares’ gaze, Hermes looked down at his watch and sighed. "You know, I was gonna go see a movie right about now..."

Ares clenched his jaw, the vein in his neck throbbing as he tried to stay his anger but it was quickly burning through. His hands once more tightened into fists, his fiery eyes narrowing on that of his half-brother who had the gall to make pointless quips while his son’s life was being threatened.

“You’re a fucking coward, Hermes. When will you ever grow up and start to take responsibility for your sperm vermin?”

“Enough..! The both of you..!”

Zeus’ deep and booming voice sounded out clear and strong through the halls of the throne room; causing loud claps of thunder to roll through, forcing all within Olympus to know that the King of gods mood was quickly souring- he had heard enough of their childish bickering. They were supposed to be a family; and it was high time that this matter was put to rest before it went any further than it already had, only to be ended in blood being spilt upon the floors of his glorious Kingdom.

Reaching over his body, Zeus lightly patted the top of his wife’s hand, his body hunching over ever so slightly so that he could sweetly place a kiss upon her delicate knuckles before finally, he lifted himself from where he had been sat upon his throne; his attention turning over to his two sons as they continued to lock horns, seemingly ready to wage war at but a moment’s notice should one push the other too far.

“..the boy in question must answer for the crimes in which he has been accused. 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 and his loving wife, Zeus made his way over to where the both of them were locked in battle with one another, 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 but 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 whose death still pained him. He could not lose another. Not like this.

Looking to his father as he spoke, Ares couldn’t help the small, flickering smirk that crossed over his lips. Finally, Zeus was seeing reason, and putting action towards something rather than just sitting on his ass and spectating. His eyes, softer now, turned to his half-brother, the smirk spreading into a wide smile as he watched Hermes’ crestfallen features carefully. If Aphrodite’s bird had already been returned, witnessing Hermes as he realized that he had lost would have almost been enough penance for his insolence. Almost.

He sat back in his throne in a relaxed position, letting Aphrodite meld into him however she saw fit, and raised a hand to lazily start playing with the ends of her hair in a sort of comforting gesture.

“Poseidon was given the same, dear brother. And Percy managed to prove his innocence no matter the odds stacked against him. Surely your son, who you claim shares the same fate, can do the same?” Ares challenged with an amused expression plastered on his face. “If what you say is true, and the boy is innocent, then you’ve nothing to fear.”

Not bothering to wait for a reply, as Ares already knew that he had won, he chuckled softly to himself as he planted his feet down on the ground firmly, allowing him to use the strength of his legs to pick Aphrodite up from his lap and cradled her into his chest as he stood. Unless Hermes was about to lay an egg as a euphemism of shitting himself, then there was no further reason for him to stay.

“Father…” Ares connected his eyes with Zeus and nodded his head in respect and thanks. “The decision you have made is wise and much appreciated. Aphrodite and I will take our leave now.” He paused to nod his acknowledgements then to Hera. “Mother.” Holding Aphrodite securely, he made his way towards the exit, brushing shoulders with Hermes if a bit purposefully as he passed by, the sound of his chuckle lingering in the air behind him as he exited.

Bowing his head lightly in farewell to both his son and daughter as they left the room; Zeus waited until the grand golden doors had completely 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 child…

The very sight of his son’s pain caused his heart to tighten within the very confines of his chest, though there was no way that he could go back upon his decision… he had given the young boy seven days to prove his innocence to the court- a longer deadline than he had given to his nephew after he himself had accused him of stealing his master bolt.

Taking those couple of steps that would close the gap that was left between the both of them, Zeus lifted his hand up until he was able to rest it lightly upon his son’s shoulder, his fingers molding to the shape of his shoulder as he gave it a gentle squeeze; an attempt at comfort, even if it should bring only the smallest of amounts, “..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 shall I burden you with having to deliver your boy with such grave news- go to him, but only when your mind has had 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.

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Camp Half-Blood ~ Day One of Camp

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

@Feisty-Pants; the IC will start soon- working on the intro as we speak, and as I continue to get things ready hun

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

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♦ Cabin Councillors ♦

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♦ Cabin One – Lord Zeus ♦

Due to there being no children of Zeus, there is no cabin councillor at this point.

However, calling the cabin his home – the council representative of Boreas is:
Roy Montag

♦ Cabin Five – Lord Dionysus ♦

A child of Dionysus; council representative of this cabin is:
Arianna Louise Watson

♦ Cabin Six – Lord Hermes ♦

A child of Hermes; council representative of this cabin is:
Hawley Eames Griffin

♦ Cabin Seven – Lady Athena ♦

A child of Athena; council representative of this cabin is:
Johnathan Lewis Hamilton III

♦ Cabin Eight – Lord Ares ♦

A child of Ares; council representative of this cabin is:
Deon Alexander

Also, calling the cabin his home – the council representative of Phobos is:
Walter R Tiller

♦ Cabin Nine – Lord Hephaestus ♦

A child of Hephaestus; council representative of this cabin is:
Ky’ vie Morgan

♦ Cabin Eleven – Lord Apollo ♦

A child of Apollo; council representative of this cabin is:
Kalinda Franklins

♦ Cabin Fifteen – Lord Morpheus ♦

A child of Morpheus; council representative of this cabin is:
Connor Nioré

♦ Cabin Seventeen – Lady Iris ♦

A child of Iris; council representative of this cabin is:
Jayanti Soman

♦ Cabin Twenty-One – Lady Eris ♦

A child of Eris; council representative of this cabin is:
Cassie Elizabeth Jones

♦ Demigods Of Camp Half-Blood ♦ (Percy Jackson Roleplay)

Name: Natalie Hawkins
Nickname: Nat, Hawkie, Hawk's Eye
Gender: Female
Age: 2100 years old (appears to be 17 or so)
Place of Origin: Greece, though of Irish Descent
Camp Cabin: None, has own personal tent in the woods near the practice range, since she is the camp instructor of Archery.

Appearance:


Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Partner: Not Applicable
Godly Parent: She is a Maiden of Artemis

Human Parent:
Aoife Hawkins -- Long Deceased
Siblings:
None Known
Legacy:
Aphrodite, the goddess of Love, Fertility, Sexuality, etc. Who loves to try and tempt the pure Maidens into falling in love and breaking their vows. Of all the maidens, Natalie has resisted such for the longest by far.
Pets:
Felix, a Peregrine Falcon who helps in her hunts.
Other;
Not Applicable

-- Personal Information --

Personality: Outside of teaching itself, Natalie is an incredibly humble person. Having even changed her old Celtic name of ages so that more modern tongues wouldn't have the dire task of learning how to pronounce it.

Not that she minded of course, it really waa quite the mouthful. Though such does not even compare to her confidence and cunning, of which has grown over the eons she has lived.

Outside of such, she is a lover of music and of art, preferring often the old ways of accomplishing work, even though it might take longer than most would prefer. Though diligent in her work and her hunts, she is also one to stop and proverbially smell the roses. Enjoying the beauty that both nature and mankind can create.

Skills:
- Athleticism & Gymnastics -
Thousands of years of hunting has finely honed Natalie's body into an exquisitely beautiful subject of grace, and a weapon. With maddeningly fast reflexes, and eons of training that has sharpened her instincts to an incredibly fine edge, Artemis has truly shaped one of her eldest maidens into a weapon of reckoning.

- Blade Mastery -
Whether it be with swords, daggers or knives, Natalie possesses a prowess that only very few in the Maidens, let alone campers can possibly rival. Specializing in the use of double gladius, of which are often sheathed on her back, she is the owner of a relentless offensive which is truly terrifying to behold.

- Sniper -
As the name of this skill belies, Natalie is an extraordinary talent with the bow. Whether it be immobile, on the move, or even on horseback, she is capable of an insane degree of accuracy. This is primarily why she was ordered to be an instructor hy Artemis herself, so that her techniques might be passed on to others in good time.

- Intuition -
After many, many years of tracking, hunting, and even the occasional game of not-so-friendly Capture the Flag (of which she has captured the flag of the Olympians several times, including the most recent game), Natalie has attuned herself to a sharpened sense of intuition. Whether it be predicting where an enemy will strike, where an animal may hide, or even if a student is telling the truth.

- Stealth & Subterfuge -
Additionally, ambushes and setting traps are part of the repertoire of a Maiden of Artemis. The ability to sneak up on even the most sensitive of ears, or set a trap that is imperceivable to the sharpest of eyes. Each huntress, and especially Natalie, are adepts in terms hiding in the shadows, invisible to the eye, and striking when their adversay is at their least suspecting.

- To be Nocturne -
Also, much akin to her fellow maidens, Natalie is incredibly adept at navigating theough the night. Moving swiftly from shadow to shadow, as quietly and as invisible as a ghost. Almost as if they themselves possess some sort of night vision, though this in itself is conjecture, and is incredibly unlikely.

- Marathon -
Simply put, it is the ability to run continually for hours, and at remarkably swift speeds. Oft one does need to track a wounded Stag, after all.

- Mind of a Vixen -
Of all things, this very well could be one of the most devious skills that Natalie possesses. It is the strength and cunning of her mind, knowing what weaknesses she has, and having the cunning to overcome them. Knowing all too well how strikingly alluring her appearance can be, and using it to manipulate others into doing what she needs them to.

-- Falconry --
The art of using a Falcon for hunting. Learning this as Maiden as well, she keeps a Peregrine Falcon named Felix under her care. It is both similarly a tool flr the hunt, and an art alongside it. Commonly on Sunday afternoons at the camp, she can be found in a field, twirling the bait so that Felix can practice his attacks. He is her eye in the sky, and her trusted companion.

Biography:
Like many of those from an ancient age, Natalie was born into a turbulent life. Growing up within a tight ring of a community of peasant farmers in what is present day Ireland. For the most part, her childhood was peaceful, living a hardworking farmer's life across rolling hills of emerald.

But such serene quiet was not due to last. A few weeks after her seventeenth birthday, they came.

Raiders, brigands, bastards all the same who preyed upon the village with monstrous fury. Before her own eyes, her father was murdered in front of her own eyes, and their farm, all the farms of the village burned. Through the smoke and embers, she, her mother, and all the other women of the village were bound into chains, and dragged off to the slave market.

Little did she know, that she, with her vibrant fiery hair, would earn a prized price. Of all the slaves, she was kept tended to the most; across ocean, across forest and plain they traveled until at long last they arrived in the city of Athens, Greece.

Not long after their arrival, they were washed, bathed, and then put on auction to be sold.

Her mother was sold first, and the other girls as well. Yet by the way she was stared at through the bars of her temporary prison, she knew she was in grave danger.

Once she was put upon the pedestal to be sold, a bidding war ensued, with a wealthy merchant beating them all out at long last.

Later that night, she found out she was bought to be his son's wife.

The very same eve, she made for her escape. Frantically running into the woods, stricken with fear that she might be caught and beaten, or even worse, killed. It was in this frightened pace that she happened upon none other than Artemis herself. The goddess had been out on a hunt for a wondrous stag, only to collide with a girl who was broken and lost.

Yet also extraordinarily beautiful.

Deeming it necessary, Artemis made Natalie an offer. A deal to be free of the chains of slavery, to be free to hunt and explore the world as she saw fit. All it would take was a vow. A vow to cast aside any thought of love, of marriage, or even having children. A vow to serve alongside Artemis as a maiden, a huntress.

So desperate was she, that she pounced on the opportunity of immortality. And with such words came freedom, and with such freedom, came gifts of athleticism, archery, swordplay, and much much more.

Over the eons, she pursued excellence in the arts of the Huntress, and she swiftly became known as one of the most potent, and most lethal Maidens throughout the ages.

Fast forwarding to modern day, the camp of demi-humans had informed the Gods of the need for a new Archery instructor. With a moment of cunning, Artemis volunteered one of her favorite huntresses, Natalie for the job.

One that she would soon take up earnestly.

-- Weaponry Information --

Weapon/s: - Two Gladius, an enchanted Saracen Bow with a quiver, and a hunting knife for skinning and so on.
Weapon/s Name/s:
Caladbolg & Caeldfwch: A pair of Gladius known for their meticulous craftwork and balance. Perfectly built for close quarters combat. Each are incredibly light, and impervious to damage. Named in honor of her Celtic lineage, both blades are honed to a sharpness that can easily pierce steel and magic alike.

Aoife: Named after the mother she had lost, this Recurve Saracen Bow is an meticulous piece of art, alongside a tool used commonly in her hunts and teachings. It seems as if made of feathered ivory, and is chillingly cold for others to touch. The quiver is made of fine leathers, and is oft draped low to hang just below her lower waist. Causing it to bob slightly to each side as she walks. The string is made of seeemingly otherworldly fabric as it seems to resonatingly hum each time she draws upon it. The strength at which this bow fires is remarkable, reaching hundreds of yards beyond the range of normal camp bows with startling accuracy, as of the arrows that are fired resist the very wind itself.

Or is that just the level of skill the new Archery teacher is capable of? What is known, is that each arrow is fired with an almost luminous quality, dealing massive damage in bursts of light to any target they strike.

Hunter's Knife: A simple, razor sharp hunting knife, sheathed on the exterior of her upper right thigh.

Weapon/s Type/s: Short Sword, Bow and Arrow, and Knife.
Attributes: See above, please. ^^

-- Other --
Not Applicable

-- Theme Song --
Bishop -- River
TBA