Vicier

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

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♆ 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: Dionysus, and 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. Ariana 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 me 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 having to greet the new campers…”

The sound of a familiar french accent 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 they 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)

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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, Ariana..! 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, Ariana 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 Ariana’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.

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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)

My daughter of Morpheus :'3

Syleste

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

_{"𝐼 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂... 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜..."}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

Name:

Syleste Astrea Nioré.

Nick-Names:

Syl, Dream Girl, Pinkie, Juliet.

Gender:

Female.

Species:

Demigod.

Occupation:

⸎ Full-time Camper.

Place Of Origin:

Paris, France.

Age:

Sixteen Years Old.

Birthday:

31st of October.

Camp Cabin:

Counselor of Cabin Fifteen - Morpheus.

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

Relationship Status:

Single.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual/ Straight.

Partner:

None.

Father:

Μορφευς - Morpheus, God of dreams, & son of sleep.

Mother:

Elise Nioré; Dancer for the Moulin Rouge.

Siblings:

Pierre Nioré (Older Brother)

Legacy:

Unknown as of this time

Pets:

None.

Other:

None.

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

Personality:

♦ Particularly Kind ♦ Easily Manipulated ♦ Extremely Loyal ♦ Lacking Self-Confidence ♦ Shy & Modest ♦ Ever Pleasing ♦ Exceptionally Polite ♦

A particularly kind and gentle young soul; Syleste is an extremely loyal, however, especially naive girl- easily manipulated and convinced by those around her, despite her own beliefs on the matter of discussion. Considered by all who know her to be rather reliable, slow and steady in her ways; Syleste has always shown herself to be a hard worker, though never wishing to be a burden upon those she cares about, she nevertheless holds an exceedingly strong desire towards having a secure and stable atmosphere surrounding her.

Though seeming to have had a tough time accepting the news of her heritage when she was first told, Syleste has since accepted her fate as a demigod, showing immense pride in not just the friends she has made, but also in the life she now leads, and in the Camp that she now calls her home. Holding a fast solidarity to her friends and home; Syleste is neither boastful, nor is she competitive- the young woman holding tight to the ideal that if everyone is having a good time, and if no one is getting hurt, then that’s all that matters.

Not particularly fond of change, Syleste is very easily flustered, and is extremely lacking in self-confidence, sometimes leading her to the rare breakdown, and claims that she is both useless and stupid- the young woman, when under pressure, often becoming prone of making mistakes with even the simplest of tasks.

Never found talking back to a staff member, or the Gods and Goddesses; Syleste is seen to understand completely the need for authority, and (for all intents and purposes) is fine with other people having it- someone else being in power means that she won’t have to make any difficult decisions… and in turn, it also means that no one will get angry at her for making an unpopular, or the wrong choice.

Though seeming to savor both stability and security above all, despite her inner dreams and desires about one day experiencing the world around her; Syleste is far from being a simple pushover, the young demigod showing her bravery when it comes to her willingness to defend her family, family and Camp to no end when push comes to shove- however, that is not to say that anyone should expect her to adapt quickly to change… if things are going fine as they are, is there truly a need to mix it up..?

While not considered to be boring by any means; it is clear that Syleste seems to enjoy things just the way that they are, which in part helps to make her as loyal to those she cares about as she is.

Likes:

✔ Animals; however, asking her to describe them is another matter...
✔ Cuddling with her brother, friends, and others she cares about.
✔ Drinking hot chocolates with lots of the mini marshmallows.
✔ Listening to music; as well as singing and playing the piano.
✔ Spending the day with her mother; shopping or doing something else.
✔ Going to her favorite cafe along the seine to get a pastry, and coffee.
✔ Strawberries, pomegranates, bubblegum, and almost anything that's pink.

Dislikes:

✘ When people try to make her ride a bike (doesn't know how).
✘ Being left completely alone, without anyone left beside her.
✘ When people treat her differently because of her disability.
✘ Not being able to see the world like everyone else.
✘ Having to make important, or any decisions others might not like.
✘ Not being allowed to leave camp; though she refuses to say so.

Hobbies:

Not willing to let her disability get the better of her, Syleste shows great talent and love when it comes to things like music, and reading; the young woman especially skilled at both singing and playing the piano for her friends and family, and reading anything in braille.

Strengths:

⇋ Being Blind- Thanks in large to her disability, Syleste's others senses (hearing, smell, taste, and touch) have become much more enhanced than that of a normal human, or demigod; allowing her to earn both a different perspective, and understanding of the world around her that not many people understand.
⇌ Especially Intelligent- Particularly intelligent for her age, and having grown up slightly different to those around her thanks to her disability; Syleste is able to read anything that is given to her in braille, including (though not limited to) books, musical scores, plans, clues, etc.
⇋ Virtuoso- Quite talented in both singing and playing the piano, Syleste has found that she is more confident with her skills when she is on her own or with someone she is extremely close to, the young girl too shy and embarrassed to show her musical talents to others.

Weaknesses:

☠ Being Blind- While being the very thing that sets her apart from all the others calling the Camp their home; Syleste's disability oftentimes causes people around her to treat her differently from others- usually more delicately and careful... as though she is made of glass that might shatter if you treat it too roughly.
☠ Thalassophobia- Though seeming confident and semi-competent when it comes to things she sets her mind to; Syleste suffers from thalassophobia which gives her a strong phobia of deep water, including the ocean and large bodies of water, and is usually found sitting in the sand, or on the bank by herself while her friends go swimming.
☠ Lacking Self-Confidence- Exceedingly lacking in self-confidence; Syleste thinks very little of herself, and of her success, oftentimes chalking her achievements up to pure luck, and rarely believing others when they do things such as compliment her on both her looks, or her actions- due to this, Syleste sometimes ends up having small breakdowns, or panic attacks, leading her to claim such things as that she is useless, or stupid; these attacks essentially rendering her both helpless and unhelpful until the moment passes.
☠ Easily Manipulated- A rather naive young girl; Syleste is very easily swayed and manipulated by those around her, despite her own beliefs or thoughts on the matter, or situation at hand- the young girl always seeming to second guess herself quite often.

Biography:

To Be Re-Written.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈}

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

Demigod Abilities:

Born as a child of both dreams and sleep; Syleste has been able to inherit two of her father's more note worthy of traits and abilities; the demigod herself holding an extremely strong and rather controlled power over not only the ability of sleep manipulation, but also the more rarer of her father's inherited abilities, dream walking and manipulation- the young demigod herself, the first after her own father to master moving about the dream realm with the same ease as her dad.

⸎ Sleep Manipulation: Like most children of the God of dreams; Syleste has a strong hold over the ability to manipulate sleep within both herself and others around her, allowing her to not only induce and extract sleep from a person but to also manipulate and enhance all aspects of sleep itself- the young demigod, though innocent in looks and sweet in nature, is able to manipulate the sleep patterns of a person, as well as be able to choose how long they are able to sleep for and how deep a sleep the person is having. Strong enough to induce not only a deep, but also instantaneous sleep on those around her, even to the extent that she could potentially be able to induce perpetual insomnia or push a demigod into a comatose state; Syleste is also able to both reduce and or remove a person's need for sleep all together, causing them to become dreadfully tired and drowsy at all times- the young child of Morpheus also helpful in the sense that she is able to also awaken a person from any type of sleeping state, regardless of the circumstances.

⸎ Dream Walking/ Manipulation: Both inheriting and mastering one of her father's more... rare talents; Syleste has the unique ability to enter a world she knows as "The Dream World", allowing her to slip in and out of the dreams of others, as well as allowing her to summon others into her own dreams. Along with this form of power, Syleste has also been able to master the ability to manipulate the dreams she see's around her, allowing her to bring both the sweetest of dreams to a person, as well as the most terrible of nightmares. Although with her gift also comes a terrible danger. While moving about the Dream World should a person, including herself get hurt, their injuries would transfer through the dreams before transferring to that persons physical body making this a dangerous form of magic that she very rarely chooses to use.

NOTE: This particular ability (mostly) only happens to work if the person contacting/ or being contacted by Syleste, is in the same country as she is in, it does not work across oceans; the only exception to this being if she has a emotional strong bond with the person being contacted/ contacting her.

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_{𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓃𝓇𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Weapon/s:

Due to her disability making it both slightly hard and dangerous for her to wield such things; Syleste herself does not own weapons of any kind, and is rarely ever seen touching one unless the situation is dire- the young demigod preferring to live a life or happiness without the involvement of too much violence.

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_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Other:

Understanding that people can become quite uncomfortable with her disability, Syleste keeps a bit of light blue material with her which she uses to hide her eyes from view, not wanting others to have to deal with the strange look of her eyes- though the young demigod's goal is to one day find a place where she really belongs, and a life surrounded by people who truly accepted for who she is.

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_{𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔}

— ☽ ⸎ ☾ —

Theme Song:

"Safe And Sound" by Taylor Swift; featuring The Civil Wars.

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

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

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

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

~Simon Klaus Riddle~

"When you see me again, it won't be me."
~ The Man From Another Place

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~General Information~

Name: Simon Klaus Riddle. (Real Name: Simon Copeland - known only by himself, Chiron, and Mr. D)
Nick-Names: Marvolo, Dr. Strange, Lynch.
Sex/Gender: Male.
Species: Demigod.
Occupation: Full-Time Camper.
Place Of Origin: Beverly, Massachusetts.
Age: Twenty-Years Old.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Sixteen - Hecate.

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~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight.
Partner: None.
Godly Parent: Εκάτη - Hecate, goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, crossroads, trivial knowledge & necromancy.
Human Parent: Dean Copeland - FBI Special Agent
Siblings: Circe (Older Half-Sister, Status Unknown), Lou Ellen Blackstone (Older Half-Sister, Alumnus), Alabaster C. Torrington (Older Half-Brother, Status Unknown).
Legacy: None.
Pet/s: None.
Other: N/A.

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~Personal Information~

Personality: An aloof introvert with a grim, cynical sense of humor and a deep, almost obsessive fascination with occult knowledge, Simon Riddle remains one of the most enigmatic and mysterious campers at Camp Half-Blood. Ungregarious, Simon often feels out of place in a crowd, his discomfort only further exacerbated when interacting with strangers. Though noted for his exceptional courtesy and good manners, Simon prefers to keep a few close, enduring friendships, content in his small social circle. Indeed, while incredibly polite in conversation, many find Simon to be reserved or even dull, smiling little, and showing little interest in anything that doesn't catch his attention. Possessing an uncanny ability to make others uncomfortable with his blunt honesty and morbid humor, coupled with an eerie, humorless smile and piercing gaze, Simon unwittingly holds a dark reputation within the Camp, with some associating him as a pagan devil-worshipper or dark sorcerer. That being said, Simon does not intentionally flout social conventions, and appears genuinely shocked upon realizing he was being rude or discomforting. Nevertheless, Simon's confusing, sometimes hypocritical approach to matters of social decorum paint him as quite an eccentric; eating at strange, inconsistent hours; using his bed for storage instead of sleeping; playing an out-of-tune violin at random intervals; or fidgeting with small handheld objects in his spare time, ranging from a golden drachma, to playing cards, or even jacks and marbles.

Nothing short of brilliant, Simon possesses a vast, encyclopedic mind and insatiable thirst for knowledge skirting on the fanatical, unafraid of delving into controversial or even forbidden sources of knowledge, should it interest him enough. This passion for learning often puts Simon (and others, by extension) at risk, as he fearlessly walks into dangerous, even life-threatening situations with little regard for his own well-being; driven only by his tireless search.

Introspective and contemplative, Simon is something of a modern-day philosopher, frequently sharing sage-like quotations or making general observations of the world around him, using his broad scope of knowledge to provide insight on various topics, ranging from practical information to nonsensical reflections, with little correlation between the two.

An accomplished wizard and illusionist, Simon possesses a darker, craftier side to his personality as well; more than willing to lie, cheat, manipulate, or deceive friend or foe alike should it suit his greater purpose, though he generally is not malicious. A master profiler, bordering on eidetic, Simon perceptively analyzes one's word choice, tone, inflection, facial expression, and body language to gauge their mood, motivation, or even background, coming across as almost psychic at times. As a result, some accuse Simon of seeing his peers as little more than living puzzles to be solved, though he denies such accusations, and appears sincerely affable to those close to him. However, Simon can be notoriously untrustworthy and unreliable at times, frequently using his illusive powers to trick even his closest friends, disguising his appearance, subtly altering the environment, or even concealing himself behind the guise of a monster, with no apparent goal or motivation behind these deceptions.

Beneath his eccentric, crafty exterior, Simon struggles heavily with insomnia, feelings of self-doubt, and a desire to impress his mother, often secluding himself when needing time to think alone; hiding away either in his Cabin, or within the deep of Half-Blood Forest, disappearing for hours, or possibly even days before reappearing spontaneously, acting no different than when he left.

A mystery unlikely to be solved anytime soon, Simon's path is a strange and difficult one, but not one he walks without aid.

Likes:

• Divination (Tarotology, Chirology, Fortune-Telling)
• Vintage music and classic movies
• Folklore & religious study
• Dark horror and science fiction television (Fargo, X-Files, Twin Peaks, etc.)
• Reading
• Nighttime

Dislikes:

• Skeptics
• Insects
• The period between early morning to mid-afternoon
• "Simple" people
• The Obstacle Tower / Capture the Flag
• Routine

Hobbies:
Befitting his bohemian-like nature, Simon is a man of many strange, and unrelated hobbies. An avid, if somewhat unskilled instrumentalist, Simon can be randomly found playing most any instrument one can think of, showing notable talent at the piano. Constantly bored, Simon stimulates his mind by performing random, nonsensical activities, such as firing a crossbow at his bedroom wall; using magic to change his appearance to "try a new look"; drawing rune symbols either on paper, or etching them into wood; knitting; or writing short stories for fun.

Strengths:

• Occult Knowledge- A genius in no uncertain terms, Simon seems to specializes in mythical, occult knowledge of not only Greek mythology, but folklore from various other countries and cultures, as well. Knowledgeable of seemingly any monster or supernatural being, Simon is an invaluable ally to have should one have a question regarding the hidden Greek or Roman world.
• Profiling- An immensely skilled reader of people, Simon is incredibly difficult to trick or deceive, his keen eye noticing small details that many others miss.
• Alchemy- An adept alchemist, Simon is skilled at not only identifying alchemical ingredients and symbols, but also crafting various potions and poultices, with effects ranging from causing infatuation and obsession; confusion and disorientation; a deep sleep; personal comfort and soothing agitation; to even instilling good luck. More dramatic potions that Hecate's cabin is rather infamous for causes the drinker to turn into various creatures such as hamsters or piglets, often used as pranks against other cabins.
• Latin Fluency- While naturally inclined towards Ancient Greek due to his parentage, Simon is also naturally fluent in Latin, able to speak, read, and write it perfectly.

Weaknesses:

• Pride- Though not overtly self-important or haughty, Simon nevertheless is enormously confident in his intelligence and abilities, strongly bordering on outright arrogance. While not actively seeking fame, Simon gains pleasure in confusing or baffling others with his exceptional knowledge and responds receptively to flattery much the same way a child of Aphrodite would in being called beautiful. Consequently, he becomes quite offended if someone either downplays his intelligence, or attempts to outperform him.
• Martial Prowess- Though physically fit and quite healthy, Simon is not a warrior by any stretch, falling back on his magic in any conflict. Somewhat clumsy and walking with a permanent limp, Simon can only win physical battles through trickery or ambush, quickly beaten should he lose these factors.
• Untrustworthiness- An enigmatic and closed-off individual, even Simon's closest friends know very little about his overall goal and motives. While no one (discounting a few enemies) questions his loyalty to Camp Half-Blood or Olympus, very few people are inclined to trust Simon due to his underlying craftiness and darker traits.
• Restless Mind- Needless to say, Simon never stops thinking, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour regardless of the hour of day. As a result, Simon is a textbook insomniac, often struggling to fall or stay asleep for even average periods of time. Similarly, while awake, Simon finds it nearly impossible to sit still and quiet unless engrossed in something within his circle of interests, which even then is accompanied by humming, fidgeting, nail-biting, and music-playing to give his brain something to do.

Biography: Born on a stormy autumn night in Beverly, Massachusetts, Simon claims to recall little of note during his childhood. His father, Dean, was a quirky, ineffably friendly FBI agent who had the uncommon ability to see through the Mist. From the time he was old enough to read, Simon was extensively taught not only Greek mythology; but Roman, Norse, Egyptian, Tibet, and Native American mythology from his father, who firmly believed that knowledge was the greatest gift a person could receive. He excelled in his schooling, though deliberately kept his grades below exceptional to avoid standing out amidst his peers.

Simon was often excluded by his classmates, considered "weird" and a "freak" for his lack of social skills and fascination with the arcane. Because of this, he grew up a very lonely child, his only friends being whatever animals he would come into contact with and his own father.

As the years passed, Simon's loneliness grew. He attempted to fit in with the other boys in his class, but lacked the athletic skill and coordination that many young children had. It was in one of these desperate attempts to prove himself that he fell out of a tree he was climbing, fracturing his leg. Though the injury healed without issue, it left him with a permanent limp that only further alienated him from the rest of his peers.

However, Simon's luck would shift when he turned the age of 13. A young transfer student by the name of Emilie Brooks had recently moved to the United States from Canada, and started attending Simon's school. She became acquainted with Simon almost immediately, looking beyond the "strange gimp boy" to see the true individual underneath. Simon grew enamored with her vibrant, sunny nature, feeling revitalized in her presence. Their continued interaction evolved from acquaintances to friendship to romantic attraction. Simon felt as though, for the first time, he was not alone in a world he did not belong in, and that things were finally about to change. . . But as with all things during middle-school years, nothing lasts. Not long after Simon's 14th birthday, Emilie moved away to a different state, following her father's recent job promotion and transfer. Now left alone once again, Simon could only stand back and watch.

The years dragged on with little change; Simon receded further within himself, letting others view him as they saw fit. Covering his emotions with a layer of eccentric whimsy, Simon kept to himself, content to live in his own private little world.

By the time Simon turned 16, his demigod status was revealed to him personally by his own mother, who gave him a spell-book and magical cane as a claiming present. Sent to Camp Half-Blood now that his status was revealed, Simon immersed himself in his Greek heritage, becoming rather well-known in the camp as a resident scholar and magician, even with very few, if any friends to speak of. Spending much of his spare time wandering the dense, mystical forests of Camp Half-Blood, Simon feels, for perhaps the first time in his life, somewhere he belongs.

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~Demigod Abilities~

Demigod Abilities: As a Child of the Mist, Simon is one of the few demigods in the world outside his Cabin with the natural ability to cast spells and control the Mist, making him one of the more unpredictable and versatile demigods within Camp Half-Blood, with the potential for great power - or great destruction.

Mist Control:

• Illusion Casting- The bread-and-butter of his magical abilities, Simon can cast powerful and persuasive illusions, making mortal and demigod alike see what he wants them to see. Simon's use of this power an range from changing his hair color or conjuring a duplicate of himself to creating full-scale battles that look and feel almost entirely real, though the physical and mental strain of casting these illusions are relative to their size and magnitude, leaving Simon completely exhausted should he overexert himself. The full extent of Simon's illusory powers is unknown, seemingly only limited by his imagination and mental limits.
• Memory Manipulation- As the Mist is the veil that separates the mythical and mortal worlds, Simon can manipulate the memories of any mortal lacking Clear Sight with physical contact, changing or erasing memories of individuals and events, replacing them with something grounded in realism. Using this power has no ill-effect on the mortal except leaving them in a momentary confused state of Déjà vu.
• Concealment- Simon can hide the real form of something to both humans and demigods, which is what allows a demigod's weapon to disguise itself as a pen or baseball bat when looked upon by a mortal. On a much grander scale, during the Second Titan War, Typhon used the Mist to disguise his true form as a massive ocean storm, even concealing the majority of his true form to demigods.
• Disguise- Simon can use the Mist to disguise the physical appearance of himself and anyone he chooses, altering attire, voice, and physical aspect into an almost entirely accurate masquerade. Simon can also use this ability to mimic or conjure false injuries that dissipate once the illusion ends.
• Invisibility- One of Simon's more taxing powers allows him to render himself and others unseen and unheard through a subtle trick on the mind as opposed to bending light waves. This power requires immense concentration on Simon's part, and any lapse in focus will cause him and anyone else to turn visible again.

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~Weaponry Information~

Weapon An enchanted magical staff in the form of a walking cane.
Weapon Type: Forged partially of silver
Attributes: A claiming gift from Hecate, Simon's cane is full of potential magical energy, enhanced by various enchantments from Hecate, herself that make it nigh-indestructible. His only offensive utility in battle, Simon can use his staff to telekinetically lift or move objects of varying size and weight, requiring more effort for larger items. Offensively, the staff can project a blast of concussive telekeinetic force from its tip, or a bolt of destructive electrical energy, focusing Simon's own magic into a focal point. However, when separated from the staff, Simon is unable to utilize its powers, and the staff is little more than a glorified walking stick.

Simon's Staff

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~Other Information~

Other:

• Like all children of Hecate, Simon's magic is more powerful at night, and weaker in the daytime.
• Simon, despite his brilliance, is notoriously forgetful when it comes to remembering people's names. Whether this is on purpose or out of general absentmindedness remains to be seen.
• Simon has a close relationship with his mother, Hecate, who dotes on her son much in the way a loving mortal mother would.
• Simon shows some level of disdain towards the Olympians, notably for their treatment of his mother before the Second Titan War.
• Simon has an odd habit of randomly lapsing into periods of silence, even when in mid-sentence. Why he does this is not certain, but he appears to be strained or in deep concentration.
• Though he takes personal hygiene very seriously, Simon's cabin room ranges slightly disorderly to a complete mess depending on the day.
• Simon will randomly let his hair grow out at some point during the summer, not getting it cut until it reaches down to the back of his neck.

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~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"We Suck Young Blood" by Radiohead

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

-Aphrodite girl's CS to come-