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N A M E
Damien Moses Blake

A G E
November 9th, 18

G E N D E R
Cismale

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual

P L A C E  O F  O R I G I N
[London, England

N A T I O N A L I T Y
British-American

E T H N I C I T Y
English and Greek 

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 6’0”
Weight: 170lbs
Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots
Eyes: Sapphire blue
Body Type: Lean and toned || Damien works out and keeps on top of his training.
Body Marks: In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb).
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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S
Single for now

F A M I L Y
Mother 
	Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive)
Father
	Hades (King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead)
Siblings
	Erin Maree Chase (Older Half-Sister)
	Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum)
	Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum)
	Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum)
Stepmother
	Persephone (Goddess of Vegetation)

L E G A C Y
Hecate (Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts)

P E T S
Onyx, a black pitbull. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. || "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command."
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L I K E S
✔ His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me.
✔ Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion.
✔ The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it.

D I S L I K E S
✘ Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion.
✘ Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion.
✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage.
✘ Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges
Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited.

As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is.

Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does.

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B I O G R A P H Y
Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day.

Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. 

If only it were that simple, right?

Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her.

But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father.

This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. 

From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond.

After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. 

And he did.

And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right?
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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin 13, Hades (King of the Underworld)

Y E A R S  AT  C A M P
Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four.

F A T A L  F L A W
Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals).

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S

W E A P O N S
• Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety.
• Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons.

A B I L I T I E S
Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft
Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way. 
Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense.
I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange.

Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness.
Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider.
Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time.
Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely.

Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there.
Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle.
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O T H E R

Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room.
He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore
Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions.
When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat.
When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch.
Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides.
Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them.

T H E M E  S O N G

Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower || Dialogue Color • #6699cc

@metanoia

Accepted honey..! Erin's just gunna love having a little brother. Pop him across and feel free to post him in when you're ready.


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___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Damien Moses Blake} _{A G E} _{November 9th, 18} _{G E N D E R} _Cismale _{S E X U A L I T Y} _Pansexual _{P L A C E O F O R I G I N} _{[London, England} _{N A T I O N A L I T Y} _{British-American} _{E T H N I C I T Y} _{English and Greek} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _6’0” _Weight: _170lbs _Hair: _{Naturally blonde with dark roots} _Eyes: _{Sapphire blue} _{Body Type:} _{Lean and toned \|\| Damien works out and keeps on top of his training.} _{Body Marks:} _{In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb).} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _{Single for now} _{F A M I L Y} _{Mother Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive) Father Hades ^{(King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead)} Siblings Erin Maree Chase ^{(Older Half-Sister)} Nico Di Angelo ^{(Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum)} Bianca Di Angelo ^{(Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum)} Hazel Levesque ^{(Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum)} Stepmother Persephone ^{(Goddess of Vegetation)}} _{L E G A C Y} _{Hecate ^{(Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts)}} _{P E T S} _{Onyx, a black pitbull. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. \|\| "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command."} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _{His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me.} _✔ _{Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion.} _✔ _{The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it.} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion.} _✘ _{Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion.} _✘ _{Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage.} _✘ _{Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} ^{Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges} _{Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited. As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is. Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day. Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. If only it were that simple, right? Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her. But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father. This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond. After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. And he did. And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right?} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin 13, Hades ^{(King of the Underworld)}} _{Y E A R S AT C A M P} _{Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four.} _{F A T A L F L A W} _{Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals).} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{W E A P O N S} _{• Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety. • Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft} _{Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way.} _{Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense.} _{I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange.} _{Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness.} _{Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider.} _{Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time.} _{Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely.} _{Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there.} _{Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room.} _{He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore} _{Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions.} _{When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat.} _{When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch.} _{Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides.} _{Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them.} _{T H E M E S O N G} _{Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower \|\| Dialogue Color • #6699cc}

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@ReveTheDreamer; of course..! Like I said, the more the merrier hun :'3

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Canidae; of course..! New roleplayers are always welcome..! The more the merrier hun :'3

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Aaaannnd finally posted! 




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N A M E
Beauregard Leo Garcia
	"Beau" or "Bo"

A G E
March 11th, 18

G E N D E R
cis Male

S E X U A L I T Y 
Bisexual
	male leaning

E T H N I C I T Y 
Mexican - English

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 155lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Muscled, Well Toned
Body Marks: Both Ears are Pierced

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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S 
Single
	Past: Imani Du Bailey, Simon Brown (ex-camper), Julian Smith (deceased)

F A M I L Y
Mother - Maria Garcia
Father - Hephaestus
Siblings - 
Ky' vie Morgan
Hayden Alexander Morgan
Corona Talos

L E G A C Y
N/A

P E T S
N/A

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L I K E S
✔ reading, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror
✔ staring at himself in the mirror
✔ video games, mostly rpgs and sims
✔ spicy foods, will eat a ghost peper like nothing
✔ wood work, loves to make little toys
✔ physical contact, he's a bit touch starved
✔ the "devil's" lettuce, only in eaten form
✔ messing with people, in whatever way possible
✔ dancing, he's a great salsa and bachata dancer
✔ sleeping around with anyone that will have him

D I S L I K E S 
✘ nosy people, get out of his business
✘ flat hair, it doesn't look good on him
✘ humidity, makes his hair frizz up
✘ fire, it still hurts like a bitch
✘ people who think they are better than others
✘ being told to wait or having to wait
✘ the taste or thought of vodka, never again bros
✘ bigots, he will punch them in the face
✘ bland fashion taste, add some spice to it!

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P E R S O N A L I T Y 


Confident | Friendly | Sarcastic |  Impatient | Out-Spoken | Kind | Playful | Fun-Loving | Loyal | Short-Tempered


To Be Written.

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B I O G R A P H Y
First generation Mexican-English, Maria Garcia was the first of her family to go to college and graduate with two doctorates and a Masters at the age of 27. Having to navigate through her college years was not easy for her, especially in her STEM program. Being one out of the other thirteen women to be in her STEM program, she had to put with enough bullshit to last her a lifetime. And as a last big middle finger to the rest of her male classmates, she graduated with honors alongside five of her other female classmates.

A proud and accomplished woman, Maria got a job as a professor and as a Robotics Engineer for one of the top tech companies in England. During one of her conferences in London, she met a man named Matthew Woods. Both adults hit it off instantly and kept in contact even after both of them parted ways. They would meet up every now and then for drinks and dinner. After almost half a year of courting, Maria was pregnant with Beau, and the father disappeared. 

Maria decided to raise Beau in London for the better part of his early childhood. She loved her jobs too much to leave them, so Beau was raised by nannies. Strict nannies would slap his hands if he touched something he wasn't supposed to or slap him if he said something inappropriate. Then, just around the corner of his fifth birthday, Maria got married to a man named John Wilson. Not even a year later, they were welcoming their first child together. Beau was forgotten and left to the many nannies and tutors at home. It didn't last long. 

Maria decided that one kid was enough, and he was sent to Mexico to live with his grandparents for a while in Polanco. His grandparents were wealthy landowners, they owned land all around the country, and even then, they had their own little mechanic shop in the heart of the city. Beau grew to love the shop and his grandmother's gift to fix about anything that came in the shop. He was a natural learner, always excited to watch her work. 

Growing up around machines was like a dream for Beau. It felt natural to work with his hands, get them dirty with oil and see what you had been working with to finally come alive after hours or days. His grandfather taught him about woodwork, too, showed him that building wasn't just about technology or mechanics. It would also be a form of art, something that Beau could use to relax. His first work of art fell apart within the first hour of completion, but this only motivated the boy to work harder.

Mexico felt like home. A home that didn't last long. 

His mother and her new family moved to the United States just two years later and wanted Beau to move in with them. He didn't want to at first. He loved his grandparents and their workshop, but they convinced him to try it for a year. One year and if he didn't like it he was allowed to come back. 

A few months before his eighth birthday he was claimed by his father. He didn’t know what it had meant and he didn’t want to ask his mother about it either; afraid he wouldn’t be allowed to go back to his grandparents. A week later a man and two teens came to his house in Florida to explain to him what that symbol had meant. That summer Beau left Florida and moved into Camp Half-blood. He visits his grandparents every winter or spring without missing a season. 


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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin Nine ⧿ Hephaestus, God of the Forge

S T A T U S
Half-time Camper
	10 years

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
- Be a pain in the ass to his siblings.
- Furniture Repairman

W E A P O N S 
- Axe enchanted into a ring.
- Crosbow he designed a few months ago.

A B I L I T I E S
 Technopathy :
	Beau can create, shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Due to his upbrining, Beau is specially skilled with technology, robotics, and anything electronic related. He has coded various games and programs to help other demi-gods like him.
Geokinesis :
	Like his father, Beau has the ability over lava, and magma, he has a certain level of control over earth. Using this ability has become second nature to Beau in recent years.
 Pyrokinesis :
	A rare ability among his siblings, Beau only has a resistance to heat. While he is unable to get burned, he still expiriences the pain from the heat. 
Superhuman Abilites :
	Like all demigods, Beau posses superhuman streangth, agility, durability, and reflexes.

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O T H E R

Can speak English, Greek, and Spanish.
Beau is a pretty good cook.
Loves to bother his siblings.
Always makes a bedhead look good.
Likes to act oblivious.


Face Claim: Xavier Serrano | #703642
@Rodiak

Accepted honey..! Pop him across and post him in when you're ready hun :'3


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___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Beauregard Leo Garcia "Beau" or "Bo"} _{A G E} _{March 11^th, 18} _{G E N D E R} _{cis Male} _{S E X U A L I T Y} _{Bisexual _{male leaning}} _{E T H N I C I T Y} _{Mexican - English} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _5'8" _Weight: _155lbs _Hair: _Black _Eyes: _Hazel _{Body Type:} _{Muscled, Well Toned} _{Body Marks:} _{Both Ears are Pierced} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _{Single Past: Imani Du Bailey, Simon Brown (ex-camper), Julian Smith (deceased)} _{F A M I L Y} _{Mother - Maria Garcia Father - Hephaestus Siblings - Ky' vie Morgan Hayden Alexander Morgan Corona Talos} _{L E G A C Y} _N/A _{P E T S} _N/A ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _{reading, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror} _✔ _{staring at himself in the mirror} _✔ _{video games, mostly rpgs and sims} _✔ _{spicy foods, will eat a ghost peper like nothing} _✔ _{wood work, loves to make little toys} _✔ _{physical contact, he's a bit touch starved} _✔ _{the "devil's" lettuce, only in eaten form} _✔ _{messing with people, in whatever way possible} _✔ _{dancing, he's a great salsa and bachata dancer} _✔ _{sleeping around with anyone that will have him} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{nosy people, get out of his business} _✘ _{flat hair, it doesn't look good on him} _✘ _{humidity, makes his hair frizz up} _✘ _{fire, it still hurts like a bitch} _✘ _{people who think they are better than others} _✘ _{being told to wait or having to wait} _✘ _{the taste or thought of vodka, never again bros} _✘ _{bigots, he will punch them in the face} _✘ _{bland fashion taste, add some spice to it!} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Confident \| Friendly \| Sarcastic \| Impatient \| Out-Spoken \| Kind \| Playful \| Fun-Loving \| Loyal \| Short-Tempered To Be Written.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{First generation Mexican-English, Maria Garcia was the first of her family to go to college and graduate with two doctorates and a Masters at the age of 27. Having to navigate through her college years was not easy for her, especially in her STEM program. Being one out of the other thirteen women to be in her STEM program, she had to put with enough bullshit to last her a lifetime. And as a last big middle finger to the rest of her male classmates, she graduated with honors alongside five of her other female classmates. A proud and accomplished woman, Maria got a job as a professor and as a Robotics Engineer for one of the top tech companies in England. During one of her conferences in London, she met a man named Matthew Woods. Both adults hit it off instantly and kept in contact even after both of them parted ways. They would meet up every now and then for drinks and dinner. After almost half a year of courting, Maria was pregnant with Beau, and the father disappeared. Maria decided to raise Beau in London for the better part of his early childhood. She loved her jobs too much to leave them, so Beau was raised by nannies. Strict nannies would slap his hands if he touched something he wasn't supposed to or slap him if he said something inappropriate. Then, just around the corner of his fifth birthday, Maria got married to a man named John Wilson. Not even a year later, they were welcoming their first child together. Beau was forgotten and left to the many nannies and tutors at home. It didn't last long. Maria decided that one kid was enough, and he was sent to Mexico to live with his grandparents for a while in Polanco. His grandparents were wealthy landowners, they owned land all around the country, and even then, they had their own little mechanic shop in the heart of the city. Beau grew to love the shop and his grandmother's gift to fix about anything that came in the shop. He was a natural learner, always excited to watch her work. Growing up around machines was like a dream for Beau. It felt natural to work with his hands, get them dirty with oil and see what you had been working with to finally come alive after hours or days. His grandfather taught him about woodwork, too, showed him that building wasn't just about technology or mechanics. It would also be a form of art, something that Beau could use to relax. His first work of art fell apart within the first hour of completion, but this only motivated the boy to work harder. Mexico felt like home. A home that didn't last long. His mother and her new family moved to the United States just two years later and wanted Beau to move in with them. He didn't want to at first. He loved his grandparents and their workshop, but they convinced him to try it for a year. One year and if he didn't like it he was allowed to come back. A few months before his eighth birthday he was claimed by his father. He didn’t know what it had meant and he didn’t want to ask his mother about it either; afraid he wouldn’t be allowed to go back to his grandparents. A week later a man and two teens came to his house in Florida to explain to him what that symbol had meant. That summer Beau left Florida and moved into Camp Half-blood. He visits his grandparents every winter or spring without missing a season.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin Nine ⧿ Hephaestus, God of the Forge} _{S T A T U S} _{Half-time Camper 10 years} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{- Be a pain in the ass to his siblings. - Furniture Repairman} _{W E A P O N S} _{- Axe enchanted into a ring. - Crosbow he designed a few months ago.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Technopathy :} _{Beau can create, shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Due to his upbrining, Beau is specially skilled with technology, robotics, and anything electronic related. He has coded various games and programs to help other demi-gods like him.} _{Geokinesis :} _{Like his father, Beau has the ability over lava, and magma, he has a certain level of control over earth. Using this ability has become second nature to Beau in recent years.} _{Pyrokinesis :} _{A rare ability among his siblings, Beau only has a resistance to heat. While he is unable to get burned, he still expiriences the pain from the heat.} _{Superhuman Abilites :} _{Like all demigods, Beau posses superhuman streangth, agility, durability, and reflexes.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Can speak English, Greek, and Spanish.} _{Beau is a pretty good cook.} _{Loves to bother his siblings.} _{Always makes a bedhead look good.} _{Likes to act oblivious.} _{Face Claim: Xavier Serrano \| #703642}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Michael Stevenson (@MarshiestMallow), & Adeline Vos (@Vicier).

"..hm..?"

The soft hum reverberating through her lightly glossed lips, Adeline's attention was drawn towards the familiar voice calling out to her. And just like with Greyson; just like with everyone in the camp, really, she didn't need to hear his voice in order to know who it was. Though... in this particular instance, it was a welcomed clue. Especially with everything going on- with everything running through her mind; and it wasn't long after that particular thought that she was looking once more in the general direction that Greyson's voice had disappeared in.

"..I-..." Biting softly on the inside of her lip, Adeline was hesitant, though a brief pause more and she was turning back towards Michael's voice. Her hand raising up from the other in front of her stomach so that she could gently brush some of her orange locks back; neatly tucking them behind her ear, "..Grey said he would find me later, I-... I'm not sure if that means I should stay here, or not..."

Michael glanced about, but couldn't see Greyson anywhere. He doubted that Greyson had meant for Adeline to stay where she was for long- and it wouldn't be hard to track her down if she did move. In any case, he didn't think it would be a good idea for her to wait around for what could be hours. With everything that was going on... Micheal hesitated before he spoke "I t-think you c-c-could go s-somewhere else" He said, gaze moving back to Adeline, Moe happily leaning against his side. 

"It c-c-could be a while b-before he c-comes b-back." If he was dealing with Erin, it could be more than a little while before he was free to make his way back. "everything s-s-sort of w-went a b-bit c-crazy." More than a bit, and Michael glanced around, as if expecting something else to happen.

"..y-yeah... it really did..." Her hand returning back to the other in front of her stomach, a worried frown took over her features, and with it, she let out a gentle sigh. It had been such a good day; or, at least, that was how the day had begun anyway. But things had changed so quickly, and now everyone else was on edge. Upset and angry; and really..? She hated seeing them all like that. Figuratively, of course.

"..do you think she'll be alright..?"

Michael hesitated, not entirely sure what he could say- he doubted he had any words to ease her mind, but... He glanced away, thoughtful for a moment. "I... d-don't know. I s-suppose it d-depends. B-but she's t-tough. They f-find the d-d-dove"

They'd find the dove...

Chewing a moment on her lower lip, Adeline's head nodded gently to the words that passed through his lips. Her bright gaze turning back to where she had originally been looking. Michael was right... whoever was going- whoever Erin chose to take with her on the quest, well... provided she actually chose to go herself... they were going to be alright. They were going to succeed. They would find the dove, and they would come back together. The rest of them just had to believe and put their faith in the hope that they would.

"..merci, Michael..." Head nodding a little more confidently with the more time she spent on the thought, Adeline brought her attention back to the guy she was speaking with. Her soft lips turning up in a gentle smile as she stepped closer towards the son of Athena, "..were you heading anywhere in particular..? I-... I'm sorry if I kept you..."

He automatically shook his head, before grimacing to himself, and drawing in a breath. "I... n-no. I w-wasn't h-heading anywhere... " he said, feeling like a fool- shaking his head as if she could see him doing so. "D-did you w-want to go s-somewhere?"

"Sure." Nodding her head once more, Adeline's smile only brightened. Lighting up her gentle features, "..did you have anywhere in particular in mind..?"

"I... uh... y-you w-were w-waiting for G-Grayson, r-right? D-d-did you w-want to g-g-g-o somewhere he c-can find you again?"

"..I did leave my laptop in the amphitheater..." Dropping her gaze down and away slightly, Adeline seemed to think on that a moment before she turned her attention back to the Michael. Her soft smile once again lighting up her gentle features, "Do you think we could go get it..? After that though... we could have hot chocolates at my cabin; if you want to, I mean..."

Michael shifted, Moe shifting with him with ease- although the big ball of floof gave a sound that was somewhat disappointment as he was made to move. "S-s-sure. S-sounds g-good"

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@The Man Emperor; I have sent you the link in PM :'3

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: Thanatos Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Erin Chase (@Vicier), & Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).

Was it too late to change her mind..?

Biting softly on her lower lip- nervously; Erin cast a glance back over her shoulder. The hood helping to shield her face from view as her dark gaze sought out the two figures that she'd just left behind. Anzu... Carlos... maybe she should have just said yes; hidden herself away in his cabin, even if for a small amount of time. Though with the sound of Brandon's voice echoing in her mind, and simply knowing herself; she knew that putting this off wasn't exactly an option. If she did... then she'd just refuse to go. It wasn't as if she'd been lying when she'd said that if she put it off, she'd change her mind on the whole quest to save her life thing.

Mind returning back to the present as her feet slowed her to an eventual stop, her attention drew back around to her surroundings, and the realization that the cabin she'd come to wasn't even her own.

Thanatos...

Her heart sunk in her chest. Spencer and Dorian... they both wanted to go with her. That had been made painfully clear enough during the whole-... A heavy sigh passed out through her dark lips. That thing in her cabin..? Honestly, she wasn't even sure what to call it. An ambush..? No... that was too harsh. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop forward slightly. A single hand leaving the pocket of the hoodie, her fingers working to keep the sleeve pulled over her hand almost completely; it was before she even realized what was happening that she was knocking on the door with her knuckles. Gods... she was not looking forward to this... to any of it...

Dorian left his room door open while he packed a backpack for Erin's quest. He didn't bring many things to camp so he wasn't really expecting to bring much on the trip. Their destination was Italy and although he didn't care too much for American fashion trends you could never go wrong with shopping in Italy. If he was lucky he'd even leave with his own personal tailor.

His sword was sheathed on the bed next to the bag and he had some other items scattered around that he thought he might need. He was in the process of placing some snacks in a compartment when he heard the knock on the main Cabin door. It wasn't hard for him to guess who it was. Not many would suddenly knock on the door of Cabin Eighteen. But things were already changing around her. He had a cabin mate and that was something he thought would never happen. Erin must've left her room and saw that they had left and figured they were there waiting for her, but he wasn't expecting her to be ready so soon.

He stopped packing and stepped out into the hall and called out to his brother who was still in his room. "Spencer, I think Erin's at the door." He didn't wait for a response before descending down the stairs and into the main area to open the door.

Dorian reached for the doorknob before turning it and letting the morning light into the otherwise relatively dark cabin.

When the door was fully open he saw Erin in a hoodie that he didn't recognize as her own and wasn't exactly her size either. But that wasn't important. He had known her long enough to know when something was troubling her or on her mind. "Hey, E. Are you okay? I haven't finished packing yet but I'm more or less ready to go."

With nothing left to do than to wait for Erin to get herself ready, Spencer decided it was a good time to lie in bed for a bit. After all, they may not get the chance of enjoying a soft and comfortable place to sleep on for the next seven days. When it comes to quests, you need to make do with whatever you can get your hands on, be it a cheap motel room, or junk food for sustenance. He could remember in one of his quests, he and his best friend, Serena Vasquez, had to collect and boil rainwater due to how dire their circumstances had been. They also didn't have any place to sleep in aside from the flimsy, makeshift house they managed to build out of various pieces of rubbish and scrap metal lying around. You either adapt to your circumstances or you fail and for most demigods on quests, failure is never an option, much more so when you're a part of the legion. 

Hearing the knocking on the cabin door, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was. Dorian only managed to confirm his suspicions. Grabbing his pack, he exited his room and made his way down the flight of stairs that led to the main hall where Dorian and Erin were already mid-conversation. 

"Listen... as much as I hate to admit this, your cousin is right. You're still the one leading this whole operation and what I said back then was only a suggestion." He told the daughter of Hades in an apologetic tone before heaving a heavy sigh. In that short moment, he regained his composure and had now donned a calm, yet enthusiastic expression on his face. 

"So, are we ready to leave? The sooner we find that bird, the sooner things can return to normal."

At the sound of the door opening, Erin turned her head back around. Her naturally plump lips parting ever slightly from one another as her gaze, just as dark as the color of her lipstick, fell upon the figure standing on the other side, "..D-Dorian, I-..." There were few people in her life that she could turn to- few people in the camp she felt that she could put her trust in enough to open up to, and Dorian was one of them. But seeing him now... hearing the words that he was speaking to her; it broke her heart, and all over again, she felt like crying. The familiar sting hitting her eyes, but this time she used the sleeve of Brandon's hoodie to quickly dash them away before they had a chance to form properly.

No more. She couldn't cry anymore..!

How was it even possible that she still had tears left..?

The sound of Spencer's voice cutting through the air; a sense of relief flooded through her, and once more, her attention was drawn back around. Her eyes, unable to settle on either guy for more than a few seconds at a time, flicked back and forth. Her voice soft, "..c-can I talk to you..? Both... of you... please..?"

The sound of Erin's voice momentarily caught Spencer off guard. Normally when the two of them talk, she sounded more confident, and sure of herself but now, the way she spoke felt like she was defeated, broken, and in pain. 

With his own expression softening, Spencer motioned for the girl to enter their cabin. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'll get us something to drink."

After seating Erin to the comfiest chair in the hall, he rushes to the kitchen to prepare some black tea for the 3 of them. After several minutes, he comes back and pours tea on the 3 mugs he brought with him. He also placed a bowl of sugar cubes and some milk on the table in case Erin wanted to have them with hers. 

Having finished serving Erin and Dorian, Spencer takes a seat next to Erin before he began addressing her. 

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

Dorian had been pondering in silence during the couple of minutes it took Spencer to prepare them something to drink. This was the second time this morning tea had been used to start a conversation. He wondered just how much money the kids at Camp Half-Blood were pumping into the tea industry all on their own.

He sent several passing glances Erin's way starting to realize that whatever she wanted to talk to the two of them about wasn't going to be good. So when his brother returned and asked the question he was relieved as he couldn't wait much longer.

The smell of tea was once again overwhelming, and Erin was pulled back from her thoughts. She wasn't quite sure just when she'd entered the cabin, nor when she'd been urged to take a seat, but it didn't really matter. Reaching out to take the cup as it was offered to her, all she could feel was gratitude towards the two guys in front of her; not that she'd ever really be able to voice that out loud though. Life was hard enough; throw 'please' and 'thank you' into the mix and it was a whole new ball game she wasn't sure her pride was going to survive. And fuck it all, 'sorry' and 'help' were on a whole other plane of existence...

Once more drawn back to the present at the sound of Spencer's voice directed towards her, Erin brought her gaze up. Her dark eyes flicking from one brother to the next, her hands curled a little tighter around the cup she held. Why was it so hard to say..?

"..the quest, I-... I need... help..."

Spencer's forehead creased when he heard Erin's attempt to ask them for help. She must have struggled so much just to force those words out of her mouth knowing how prideful she can be.  That's why he had already offered to help her back then. That's why he kept spouting suggestions after suggestions back in her cabin. That's why he pushed her more than the others did to go on this quest and prove her condemners wrong. Spencer wasn't any good at offering her comfort because he is broken just as much as she is. However, he's the type of person that could offer her solutions to her problems instead. 

"Well, I'm already packed and ready to go. Have you already picked who's coming? The prophecy says you can only bring five people with you, right?"

Five people... right. That was all she could bring; but even with that, it was enough to push her so far out of her comfort zone it wasn't funny. Gaze dropping, once more falling away from the both of them to instead return to the cup in her hand, Erin nodded her head lightly. Her voice soft as she spoke, no longer sure if she could look either of them in the eye with the answer she was about to give. Especially knowing that it wasn't one they would want to hear...

"..Brandon and... and Carlos... they've already said yes..." Biting her lower lip, she chewed on it for a moment before continuing, "..y-you, Spence... and Tyler... I still have to ask him... and-..."

She let her words trail off, the tightening of her hands around the cup causing the tea inside to quiver slightly. This was what she hadn't been looking forward to- even more than having to actually ask for help, it was worse was telling someone who desperately wanted to go... to help... that they couldn't come. She hadn't even said it out loud and already her heart was breaking...

Dorian could sense the silent air of tension surrounding Erin when Spencer asked if she had already picked who was coming. He was starting to get a pinching feeling in his gut.

He listened as she started to call of the names. Brandon and Carlos, the sons of Ares and Tyche. Brandon was someone who knew Erin more than he did and was a more than capable fighter so it was a given that he'd be selected for the quest. Carlos made sense as well. Spencer was named next and when the fourth name was called out he knew... He wasn't going to be fifth. His eyes tried to meet Erin's, but they were averted away down at her mug.

Dorian stood up and decided to speak for Erin who had been choking on the words. He didn't want to make it any harder on her. He could tell this decision was eating away at her. "I'm not going..." The words fully hit him as he said it. He wanted so badly to go, to be there to make sure Erin returned safely with the Dove, but instead he'd be sidelined. Not even sidelined. He was at the concession stand only being able to hope that everything was going well out there. But Dorian knew that she was in good hands. Spencer and Tyler would never let anything happen to her and the same went for Brandon. With Carlos she literally had luck on her side. But that one line of the prophecy crept from the back of his mind. She was going to be okay... Right?

As much as Spencer didn't like his younger half-brother, he kinda felt sorry for him. He must have taken the news hard seeing as how he was really looking forward to joining this quest and helping out Erin. However, quests are a set of guidelines that every demigod must heed to ensure that everything turns out as best as it could be. Going against the specified number of participants could spell consequences as little as minor inconveniences, to probably full on dooming everyone involved. For as much as there are demigods that have succeeded in their quests, there are more that have met their ends in theirs.

Erin's choices weren't a random bunch anyways, nor were they all from the entourage that tailed her to her Cabin. Despite being kind of an asshole, you can never go wrong with Brandon having your back in a fight. He wasn't blind to Tyler's feelings either. In fact, other than himself, the son of Hermes was probably the next person that wanted to protect Erin the most. Carlos boosts their chances of success just by being a walking good luck charm. And with his vast knowledge and experience in combat, Spencer was confident that he could protect not just Erin, but everyone in their party when shit hits the fan. While she hasn't exactly mentioned the fifth member, he was certain that it's going to be a well thought out decision like she has made so far. 

"Cheer up, dear brother. This is only speculation, but if I'm the one who's soul will be taken in this quest, then better me than you, right? The favorite son is alive and well, while the prodigal son is... taken care of. It's like the trash taking itself out for our father, as well." Spencer pauses and chuckles softly. "Though I wouldn't count on biting the dust just yet. You just make sure to be there in order to welcome our Princess of Darkness when she returns" Spencer smiles and as he takes hold of Erin's hand and squeezes it gently in order to reassure her. "Scratch that... when we return... All of us."

"..I just-... I-I don't... want to lose you..." Even with the warm and gentle touch of Spencer's hand resting over her own; it wasn't enough to pull Erin from the way that she was currently feeling. Not after having just broken the heart of one of her closest friends. No... she knew for a fact that her mind was going to be dwelling on that for some time to come.

Dorian was silent. He didn't know how or what he felt right now. Before they had their conversation earlier Dorian might have been fine with Spencer being the one whose soul was lost, but his brother had already been through more than one person should. Then Erin said she didn't want to lose him and he felt the same way about her, which is why he wanted to go on the quest in the first place.

But now he just felt like they saw him as the weak one and okay he was a bit weaker than the average demigod, but he was able to hold his own. He wasn't just this vulnerable kid who needed protection from the world.  "I don't want to lose you either, E. I... I can't lose you. So come back to me, okay? Promise me you'll all come back."

Eyes closing; Dorian's words only served to make her heart ache. And before she knew what she was doing, Erin was back on her feet. Hands free, having put the cup of tea she'd been nursing down on the coffee table; her arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck. Her head dropping to bury against it. She didn't want to lose him- she couldn't lose him. But even as she tried to convince herself of that, she couldn't help but think that maybe... just maybe, she was making a mistake by choosing to not take him on the quest.

"..I-I'm sorry... I-... I'm so sorry..."

Dorian was caught just a bit off guard by Erin's hug, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her back and hold her close. He could tell this was hurting her more than it was hurting him and for her he'd put on the bravest front that he could. He'd hate to have her constantly wondering about him back here while she was all the way out there facing unknown perils.

He gently brushed his left hand down her hair as if he were trying to sooth her when she was the one trying to make him feel better. "It's okay... It's okay. I'll be fine here. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not mad at you. I could never be."

Spencer remained on his seat as he quietly watched the events transpire before him. Admittedly, he was just a little bit green with envy when Erin hugged Dorian but he also understood that the kid needed comfort right now. He understood what it felt like to be powerless to do anything, after all.

"I already swore on the five rivers that I'll protect Erin, even if it's the last  thing I do. Don't worry, nobody is meeting their end on this quest. Not on my watch."

Letting the two share some time alone, Spencer grabbed his rucksack and exited the cabin. Sitting at one of the chairs on the porch, he grabs a pack of cigarretes from his pocket as well as a lighter. The said lighter had impressions on it that suggested it was ornately decorated at one point but had worn out and faded due to years of use. Only and engraving of what looked like a scythe and a hammer crossed together was what remained.  Serena Vasquez was the first friend he made when he arrived at Camp Jupiter. He and the daughter of Vulcan have been through many misadventures in the past and he could truly say that she was the best friend he could ever have. But when he was condemned to Tartarus, he never even got to say goodbye. And since he ended up escaping almost a century later, he never ever will. The lighter she had given him after his first year at Camp Jupiter is the only thing he has left to remember her.

Gingerly opening the lighter's cover, he ignites a cigarette he had retrieved from the pack before taking a whiff from it. The memories of his life at the roman camp suddenly began flashing before him, both the good and the bad, before dissipating as soon as he exhaled the smoke. After the quest was over, he plans on confronting Octavia about her and tracking down where her final resting place was. 

"I've already let down one woman, I'm not planning on adding another one to the list."

"..don't think you could, even if you tried..."

Fingers curling, entwining with Dorian's as she held his hand; Erin slowed to a stop as she passed through the front door of the cabin and back onto the porch. The small moment alone with the youngest son of Thanatos had been appreciated- something that, she was sure, the both had needed, but... she couldn't keep doing this. Putting it off was just going to make it so much worse when the time came that she had no other choice than to leave.

Dorian was hit with the sun's rays and a foul stench once he and Erin stepped out onto the porch.

His eyes and nose followed the source to see his brother sitting in one of the chairs and smoking a cigarette. Great. Just when he started to like the guy. But if Tartarus couldn't kill you those sticks wouldn't either.

"So I guess this is it. Crazy start to the summer. Met an older brother I never knew I had and now he and my best friend are going on a quest. Why do I have a feeling it's going to get even crazier from here?"

Kid had a point... she'd give him that.

Sighing softly, her hand never once leaving Dorian's; Erin however, did move. Drawing the both of them closer to where Spencer was sat, she perched herself on the arm of his chair. Her legs crossing, though the action was involuntary- a habit she'd grown into Gods knew how long ago. Years. Gaze falling to the cancer-stick that Spence hand in between his lips, lingering a moment, she drew her attention back out to the camp lain out in front of them. A cigarette sounded really fucking good right now. It was just too bad she'd left her pack in her cabin that morning.

"..yeah... I get the feeling you might be right about that, D..." Body leaning gently against the older son of Thanatos, she gave Dorian's hand another light squeeze; though this time, she maintained it. Holding on with a slight desperation as she spoke. Unable to really focus on anything really in front of her.

"..this is just the beginning..."

Sensing the arrival of both Erin and Dorian, Spencer quickly pocketed the lighter he had in hand. As much as he wanted to open up to the daughter of Hades, the feeling of sadness and guilt he had for not being there for his best friend after all these years made him reluctant to open up on that just yet. 

Still, he remembered that Erin also smoked every once in a while so he casually slid a cigarette in her mouth and retrieved his lighter to light it up for her. Gods know that after stress and burden suddenly dropped on her today, she needed one of his special Eucalyptus-infused cigarettes to calm her down, even if for a little bit. 

After he hid his lighter once again, he recalled that she hadn't mentioned the fifth member of their party. Placing an encouraging hand, he looks Erin straight in the eye and smiles reassuringly at her . "You haven't exactly mentioned member number five just yet, and something tells me that you have yet to make the necessary preparations for this quest." He repositioned his hand on her back and gave her a gentle nudge. "Go now, Erin. I'm sure my little brother understands why you chose to leave him out of this. Time is of the essence and we need to move as soon as we can. I'll be meeting you back in your cabin."

Right. There it was again. 

'Time is of the essence and we need to move as soon as we can.'

Spencer was the second person to tell her that in the space of what felt like the longest hour of her life- but she could have been wrong. She hadn't exactly been checking the time as she'd been making the rounds of pick and choose with the other demigods of camp. Hand lifting, trapping the cigarette between her pointer and middle fingers, Erin drew in a deep breath. Allowing the smoke to fill her lungs and to linger a moment before she let it out. Forcing it to trickle out through her nostrils. The strong smell of eucalyptus overwhelming her senses.

Standing at his gentle urging, her hand slipping from Dorian's to instead return to the pocket of Brandon's hoodie, she nodded. Already leaning this way and that- pressing a soft kiss against the cheek of both boys, and mumbling a soft "..thank you..." before she began off. Returning the smoke to her mouth as she let her feet carry her back towards her own cabin.

Fuck, she hated packing...

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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N A M E
∞ Jamie Walker

A G E
14th of Feburary-Eighteen

G E N D E R
Gender Fluid

S E X U A L I T Y
Bisexual

P L A C E  O F  O R I G I N
Cairns, Brisbane, Australia

N A T I O N A L I T Y
Australian

E T H N I C I T Y
Australian

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A P P E R A N C E

Height:  5 feet 7 inches
Weight: 128 lbs
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: 	Light Green
Body Type: Slim
Body Marks: ∞?Various Tattoos and Piercing
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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S
Single

🎓Hermes ( Father)
🎓Grace Alderman (Mother)

L E G A C Y
Dioynsus

]P E T S
 A bearded dragon named Billabong

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L I K E S
✔ Pokemon
✔ Music
✔ "Geek" Shows and movies
✔ Dungeons and Dragons
✔ Video games
✔ Having fun

D I S L I K E S
✘ Being alone
✘ Bullies
✘ Spiders
✘ Clowns
✘ not being able to help people he cares about
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P E R S O N A L I T Y


Friendly♦ Angry ♦ tough♦ closed off ♦ Protective ♦determinded♦ lonely ♦

Jamie is quite conformable in her own body- he isn't easily ashamed, and instead she embraces that he is hot. in whatever body they choice to have for the day. She is comedically sarcastic towards others, always teasing and quick to laugher, Jamie isn't one to hurt others for her own gain. Perhaps this is because she has been hurt himself, for being who she is. And perhaps it is just the way they are wired. Either way, Jamie is always happy to help someone if they need it- whether through a crisis or just to have someone to hang out with, Jamie will always be there. 

While Jamie can be seen as not particularly intelligent, she is actually quite so. She enjoys sparring mentally, giving her a chance to exercise her effortlessly quick wit, and her rather broad accumlated knowledge base. She encourages others to challenge her, and if she doesn't know something, she will find the answers. He loves tearing others arguments apart and finding ways of turning peoples own words against them- and it isn't always for a deeper purpose ,sometimes it just for the simple reason that it is fun. 

Despite this outward exterior, the confident happy show, Jamie struggles with emotions. She is good at helping others deal with theirs, but when it comes to her own, Jamie struggles. She doesn't like anyone knowing, doesn't want to be seen as weak, but there are times when Jamie struggles to believe that she is worthwhile, that she has a place in the world- or that anyone would care if she was gone. During these times Jamie works extra hard to ensure that no one can see the pain within her, the struggle, because she does not wish to be a burden to those around her. 

Jamie struggles with his identity quite a bit, feeling like he has to change for everyone around him, so that he can fit in. Again, Jamie doesn't often let this show, preferring people to think he is alright. At times he wishes that someone could see the struggling within, and at others feels like there isn't really anything that can be done about it in any case. Despite their inward struggles, Jamie tries their best to ensure that those she cares about is well looked after, even if it takes all their strength to ensure that they are. 

Dedicated, loyal, trustworthy and lonely, Jamie is a complex package of bright and bubbly, and sad and alone. Tending to display the more happier side, Jamie silently deals with their issues. There are times where they just can't keep things in any longer, and during these times, Jamie tends to hide away, not letting anyone see the pain in side- not wanting to be a burden or to cause any fuss. 
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B I O G R A P H Y
Born in Australia, Jamie spent the few several years of their life happily in Australia, loving the country she belonged to. However, when her mother had to move to America for work, Jamie had to as well. She struggled with the transition, missing her home land but eventually coming to accept the home he now had. Jamie didn't miss out on their fair share of teasing, of whether or not she rode a kangaroo to school back home, but Jamie didn't mind. There really was no point arguing with Ignorance- and she turned their words on them. Often she'd leave these encounters laughing his ass off. 

Then strange things began to happen. Doors unlocking... small wins here and there if it involved money... and then found and told what they were, Jamie eventually made her way to the camp. For a while they were a part time camper- until their mother was going to returning to Australia. While Jamie wanted to go back home, they knew that they'd be safer at camp- and with her mother having remarried and another child on the way, Jamie knew that they had to protect their family. Camp was the safest place for them. 

She has since gone back home a few times, to visit her mother and step father, and her younger half siblings, although they don't stay for long. Jamie nevertheless does what they can for her family. Jamie has contemplated a few times going home, although Jamie doesn't consider it an option.
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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin Six- Hermes cabin 

Y E A R S  AT  C A M P
Two years part time, three years full time.

F A T A L  F L A W
TBA  ?

W E A K N E S S
☠ Doesn't have a good poker face: Despite having inherited the thievery success of their father, Jamie is a terrible lair.

☠ Depression, anxiety and panic attacks: Despite their happy exterior, Jamie suffers from depression, as well as anxiety and severe panic attacks.

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
?

W E A P O N S
A sword named Oathbringer

A B I L I T I E S
🔥 Money Manipulation:
	Jamie can manipulate money and the stock markets- and does this not for personal gain but to help others. 
🔥 Clauditiskinesis:
	Jamie can sense the  internal structure and mechanisms of any lock they touch, and is always able to make it unlock. They can do this telekinetically.  
🔥 Enhanced Thievery::
	Jamie has a way of stealing things without others knowing.

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O T H E R

Has a reversible Octopus plush that is coloured pink and blue, given to her by her brother Tyler, so that Tyler can know Jamie's gender on any given day.
None

T H E M E  S O N G

Face Claim:  | #DA70D6 Keirsey Clemons

@MarshiestMallow

Accepted honey..!
Pop them across into the character section, and when you're ready, you can post them in :'3


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___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{∞ Jamie Walker} _{A G E} _{14th of Feburary-Eighteen} _{G E N D E R} _{Gender Fluid} _{S E X U A L I T Y} _Bisexual _{P L A C E O F O R I G I N} _{Cairns, Brisbane, Australia} _{N A T I O N A L I T Y} _Australian _{E T H N I C I T Y} _Australian ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _{5 feet 7 inches} _Weight: _{128 lbs} _Hair: _{Dark Brown} _Eyes: _{Light Green} _{Body Type:} _Slim _{Body Marks:} _{∞?Various Tattoos and Piercing} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _Single _{🎓Hermes ( Father) 🎓Grace Alderman (Mother)} _{L E G A C Y} _Dioynsus ]_{P E T S} _{A bearded dragon named Billabong} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _Pokemon _✔ _Music _✔ _{"Geek" Shows and movies} _✔ _{Dungeons and Dragons} _✔ _{Video games} _✔ _{Having fun} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Being alone} _✘ _Bullies _✘ _Spiders _✘ _Clowns _✘ _{not being able to help people he cares about} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Friendly♦ Angry ♦ tough♦ closed off ♦ Protective ♦determinded♦ lonely ♦ Jamie is quite conformable in her own body- he isn't easily ashamed, and instead she embraces that he is hot. in whatever body they choice to have for the day. She is comedically sarcastic towards others, always teasing and quick to laugher, Jamie isn't one to hurt others for her own gain. Perhaps this is because she has been hurt himself, for being who she is. And perhaps it is just the way they are wired. Either way, Jamie is always happy to help someone if they need it- whether through a crisis or just to have someone to hang out with, Jamie will always be there. While Jamie can be seen as not particularly intelligent, she is actually quite so. She enjoys sparring mentally, giving her a chance to exercise her effortlessly quick wit, and her rather broad accumlated knowledge base. She encourages others to challenge her, and if she doesn't know something, she will find the answers. He loves tearing others arguments apart and finding ways of turning peoples own words against them- and it isn't always for a deeper purpose ,sometimes it just for the simple reason that it is fun. Despite this outward exterior, the confident happy show, Jamie struggles with emotions. She is good at helping others deal with theirs, but when it comes to her own, Jamie struggles. She doesn't like anyone knowing, doesn't want to be seen as weak, but there are times when Jamie struggles to believe that she is worthwhile, that she has a place in the world- or that anyone would care if she was gone. During these times Jamie works extra hard to ensure that no one can see the pain within her, the struggle, because she does not wish to be a burden to those around her. Jamie struggles with his identity quite a bit, feeling like he has to change for everyone around him, so that he can fit in. Again, Jamie doesn't often let this show, preferring people to think he is alright. At times he wishes that someone could see the struggling within, and at others feels like there isn't really anything that can be done about it in any case. Despite their inward struggles, Jamie tries their best to ensure that those she cares about is well looked after, even if it takes all their strength to ensure that they are. Dedicated, loyal, trustworthy and lonely, Jamie is a complex package of bright and bubbly, and sad and alone. Tending to display the more happier side, Jamie silently deals with their issues. There are times where they just can't keep things in any longer, and during these times, Jamie tends to hide away, not letting anyone see the pain in side- not wanting to be a burden or to cause any fuss.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{Born in Australia, Jamie spent the few several years of their life happily in Australia, loving the country she belonged to. However, when her mother had to move to America for work, Jamie had to as well. She struggled with the transition, missing her home land but eventually coming to accept the home he now had. Jamie didn't miss out on their fair share of teasing, of whether or not she rode a kangaroo to school back home, but Jamie didn't mind. There really was no point arguing with Ignorance- and she turned their words on them. Often she'd leave these encounters laughing his ass off. Then strange things began to happen. Doors unlocking... small wins here and there if it involved money... and then found and told what they were, Jamie eventually made her way to the camp. For a while they were a part time camper- until their mother was going to returning to Australia. While Jamie wanted to go back home, they knew that they'd be safer at camp- and with her mother having remarried and another child on the way, Jamie knew that they had to protect their family. Camp was the safest place for them. She has since gone back home a few times, to visit her mother and step father, and her younger half siblings, although they don't stay for long. Jamie nevertheless does what they can for her family. Jamie has contemplated a few times going home, although Jamie doesn't consider it an option.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin Six- Hermes cabin} _{Y E A R S AT C A M P} _{Two years part time, three years full time.} _{F A T A L F L A W} _{TBA ?} _{W E A K N E S S} _{☠ Doesn't have a good poker face: Despite having inherited the thievery success of their father, Jamie is a terrible lair.} _{☠ Depression, anxiety and panic attacks: Despite their happy exterior, Jamie suffers from depression, as well as anxiety and severe panic attacks.} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _? _{W E A P O N S} _{A sword named Oathbringer} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{🔥 Money Manipulation:} _{Jamie can manipulate money and the stock markets- and does this not for personal gain but to help others.} _{🔥 Clauditiskinesis:} _{Jamie can sense the internal structure and mechanisms of any lock they touch, and is always able to make it unlock. They can do this telekinetically.} _{🔥 Enhanced Thievery::} _{Jamie has a way of stealing things without others knowing.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Has a reversible Octopus plush that is coloured pink and blue, given to her by her brother Tyler, so that Tyler can know Jamie's gender on any given day.} _None _{T H E M E S O N G} _{Face Claim: \| #DA70D6 Keirsey Clemons}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

My queen is ready. I'll start on her bio after she's approved.




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Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris





"Face it. You chased the rainbow and found gold."




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N A M E
Alina Leora Kim

A G E
February 22, 19

G E N D E R
cis Female

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual. Hello Rainbow

P L A C E  O F  O R I G I N
Honolulu, Hawaii

N A T I O N A L I T Y
American

E T H N I C I T Y
Black, Korean, and Greek

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 5'7
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair: Whatever color she wants it to be.
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Mesomorph
Body Marks: Crescent Moon tatoo behind her left her.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S
Single

F A M I L Y
Mother: Goddess Iris
Father: Michael Kim

L E G A C Y
Isis; and because of this Alina is sometimes considered cold and calculating. Her connection to Isis also gives her access to magic and the knowledge of Divine Words.

P E T S
She has a brown Pegasus with green hair gifted to her by her mother named Urian
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L I K E S
✔ Herself
✔ Camp; she'll never admit it but she considers this place home.
✔ Candy or any kind of sweet. Is known to take candy bribes.
✔ Nature
✔ Naps
✔ Music
✔ Reading

D I S L I K E S
✘ Loud noises and people.
✘ Swimming. She's an excellent swimmer. She just doesn't like getting herself and her hair wet.
✘ Anyone that would dare hurt the people she cares about.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y


Smart ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦ Fun ♦ Protective ♦ Lazy ♦ Ambivert ♦ Strong-Willed

Alina is what you would imagine a cat would be if they were human. She comes off as lazy and selfish, but genuinely does care about others. She just puts her own interests before anyone else's. But when her family is in actual need she's willing to drop everything to help them. She considers the others at camp her family. She's normally very calm, but is quick to be annoyed. You don't want her to get angry. Hulk and Talon are nothing compared to her if you push her that far.
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B I O G R A P H Y
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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Seventeen - Iris, Goddess of Rainbows

Y E A R S  AT  C A M P
Seven

F A T A L  F L A W
Even though she swears she looks out for number one she's actually a big softie and will put her life on the line for her family.

F O R M
When pushing herself or using more of Isis' influence Alina forms green-ish blue fairy-esque wings on her back. It gives her the ability to fly as well as increasing the power of her magic.

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Cabin Councilor

W E A P O N S
A celestial bronze Egyptian Dagger named Tear of the Nile

A B I L I T I E S
Photokinesis:
	Alina has the ability to manipulate and produce light. With this she can create light constructs, beams, and form rainbows. She can also cast illusions by manipulating light and enhance them with her magic.
Mystiokinesis:
	Alina has the ability to cast and manipulate magic. She sometimes uses it in tandem with her Photokinesis.
Divine Words:
	Alina has knowledge of every Divine Word and has the ability to use them. However she can only use three Divine Words a day. Any attempt to use more would drain her life force.
Polyglot:
	Although she only learned how to read, write, and speak in Greek, Korean, Hawaiin, and English she has the unnatural ability to understand and speak any language she hears or sees.
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O T H E R

Alina is an excellent artist, but doesn't actively practice it. However she does like to draw or paint something significant that happened at camp that summer or year.
She has a wand that she sometimes uses for spells. She enjoys the theatrics of it.
She's just flipping awesome.

T H E M E  S O N G

Face Claim: Tati Gabrielle | #E137E3

@King Kindred

Finally a child of rainbows..! xD
Pop her across hun, and feel free to post her in when you're ready to do so


______________________________________	Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris


___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Alina Leora Kim} _{A G E} _{February 22, 19} _{G E N D E R} _{cis Female} _{S E X U A L I T Y} _{Pansexual. Hello Rainbow} _{P L A C E O F O R I G I N} _{Honolulu, Hawaii} _{N A T I O N A L I T Y} _American _{E T H N I C I T Y} _{Black, Korean, and Greek} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _5'7 _Weight: _{155 lbs} _Hair: _{Whatever color she wants it to be.} _Eyes: _Hazel _{Body Type:} _Mesomorph _{Body Marks:} _{Crescent Moon tatoo behind her left her.} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _Single _{F A M I L Y} _{Mother: Goddess Iris Father: Michael Kim} _{L E G A C Y} _{Isis; and because of this Alina is sometimes considered cold and calculating. Her connection to Isis also gives her access to magic and the knowledge of Divine Words.} _{P E T S} _{She has a brown Pegasus with green hair gifted to her by her mother named Urian} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _Herself _✔ _{Camp; she'll never admit it but she considers this place home.} _✔ _{Candy or any kind of sweet. Is known to take candy bribes.} _✔ _Nature _✔ _Naps _✔ _Music _✔ _Reading _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Loud noises and people.} _✘ _{Swimming. She's an excellent swimmer. She just doesn't like getting herself and her hair wet.} _✘ _{Anyone that would dare hurt the people she cares about.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Smart ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦ Fun ♦ Protective ♦ Lazy ♦ Ambivert ♦ Strong-Willed Alina is what you would imagine a cat would be if they were human. She comes off as lazy and selfish, but genuinely does care about others. She just puts her own interests before anyone else's. But when her family is in actual need she's willing to drop everything to help them. She considers the others at camp her family. She's normally very calm, but is quick to be annoyed. You don't want her to get angry. Hulk and Talon are nothing compared to her if you push her that far.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Seventeen - Iris, Goddess of Rainbows} _{Y E A R S AT C A M P} _Seven _{F A T A L F L A W} _{Even though she swears she looks out for number one she's actually a big softie and will put her life on the line for her family.} _{F O R M} _{When pushing herself or using more of Isis' influence Alina forms green-ish blue fairy-esque wings on her back. It gives her the ability to fly as well as increasing the power of her magic.} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{Cabin Councilor} _{W E A P O N S} _{A celestial bronze Egyptian Dagger named Tear of the Nile} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Photokinesis:} _{Alina has the ability to manipulate and produce light. With this she can create light constructs, beams, and form rainbows. She can also cast illusions by manipulating light and enhance them with her magic.} _{Mystiokinesis:} _{Alina has the ability to cast and manipulate magic. She sometimes uses it in tandem with her Photokinesis.} _{Divine Words:} _{Alina has knowledge of every Divine Word and has the ability to use them. However she can only use three Divine Words a day. Any attempt to use more would drain her life force.} _Polyglot: _{Although she only learned how to read, write, and speak in Greek, Korean, Hawaiin, and English she has the unnatural ability to understand and speak any language she hears or sees.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Alina is an excellent artist, but doesn't actively practice it. However she does like to draw or paint something significant that happened at camp that summer or year.} _{She has a wand that she sometimes uses for spells. She enjoys the theatrics of it.} _{She's just flipping awesome.} _{T H E M E S O N G} _{Face Claim: Tati Gabrielle \| #E137E3}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 3 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

After a week, I am finally done with them! Pleas let me know if I should change anything! ^^




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N A M E
Makisig Batista
	"Maki" 

A G E
April, 14th, 17

G E N D E R
Non-Binary

S E X U A L I T Y 
Pansexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Filipino - Shawnee

H O M E  T O W N 
Manila - The Philippines

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair: Curly, Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Body Type: Thicc
Body Marks: N/A
Aesthetics: ●, ●

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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S 
Single
	Current: N/A
	Past: TBD

F A M I L Y
Father - Yohaan Batista
Mother - Eris, Goddess of Chaos
Step-Mother - Estella Batista
Siblings - Lennon Fen(demigod sibling)
Andrea Maria Batista 
Angel Jose Batista

L E G A C Y
Hephaestus

P E T S
N/A

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"Get my pretty name out of your mouth
We are not the same with or without"

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L I K E S
✔ Owning plebs on CoD
✔ Colecting nice rocks from the beach
✔ Drawing people in funny clothes
✔ Chilling by the practice range to mess with people
✔ Partying, they love to throw it back
✔ Pastries, they are a sucker for strawberry filled anything
✔ Tea, literal and figurative tea
✔ Painting their nails all sorts of clashing colors.
✔ Rebelling against the big man

D I S L I K E S 
✘ Rules and orders
✘ Hospitals, too clean and they smell weird...
✘ Peanutbutter, they are allergic to peanuts
✘ Reading, like, no thank you. Audio books all the way.
✘ Knitting, they'll knitt for their friends
✘ Being ignored
✘ Scorpions
✘ Authority, fuck the big man!
✘ Confronting their own fears, nah they good.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y 


Adventurous | Confident | Shameless |  Flexible | Active | Creative | Impulsive | Mishievous


Known to never back down from an adventure, Maki is determined to do what their heart tells them to; chaos. They are fueled by the ambition to become the bringer of chaos to Camp Half-blood, and there is nothing that could stop them. 

Maki has trouble making real connections with people stemming from the neglect they have yet to process since they were small. They are a somewhat secretive person when it comes to their childhood but have no trouble over sharing their feelings with others. They are quick to make friends and are not shy one bit. Maki loves to flirt or just be straight forward with people by telling others how they feel.

A picture to perfectly describes Maki would be that smug cat picture with a knife pointed at them. 

Will rewrite this in the near future.

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B I O G R A P H Y

Yohaan Batista was a wealthy investor living in Quezon City, Philipines, met a young woman while on a trip to Manila for a business trip leaving behind his wife Estella and their young daughter Andrea. While the small family was no stranger to these sorts of trips, this one would be one that Yohaan would come to regret later in his life. Yohaan stayed in one of the many hotels near Manila's heart. The trip was supposed to only go for a few days, but a deal was struck between investors, and he had to stay another week. It was during those extra few days that he met a woman by the name of Ruby Santos. She claimed to be a lawyer for a CEO of some tech company in Manila. 

Their affair was a quick one. Both of them knew that they wouldn't see each other again after their business trip was over. And it was true. Yohaan returned that Friday to Quezon to his wife and child. He never thought of what he had done that week with that woman ever again. Better to forget than to dwell on the past. That was until that same woman showed up at his home with a bundle of little chaos wrapped in her arms. Claiming that she could not care for the child, she decided to leave the baby with the father. 

Estella didn't take the news well. How could she? Her husband had been unfaithful to her and had bared a child with another. Their daughter was already four-year-old, and Estella was expecting another child. 

For the most part of Maki's early childhood was spent in the neighbor's home. An older woman by the name of Althea took care of them while their step-mother went out with her kids to the park. Maki never really complained; they preferred being with Althea than to be entirely ignored by Estella. Andrea and Angel weren't that bad of siblings. Andrea was friendly to Maki when her mother wasn't paying attention. The five-year-old didn't know that Maki wasn't her real sibling, and if she did, she didn't care. Angel was still a baby, but he would smile every time he would see Maki walk into the room. 

The only problem was Estella. She would always neglect Maki when Yohaan was out during work, and even then, Yohaan didn't care for Maki. They were a reminder of his infidelity, his mistake.

Makin was around ten years old when their abilities began to present themselves to them. Estella kept complaining that Maki wouldn't obey her that they would always make a mess. Maki didn't like keeping their clothes arranged or the few toys they had neatly stacked by the corner. No, Maki enjoyed the chaos. It made them feel like they belonged. Estella didn't like this one bit and would often complain to Yohaan, resulting in heated arguments. Maki didn't really care for these arguments. If it were up to them, Maki would rather leave this house. That night the argument had been so heated that Estella burst into Makin's room and dragged them out to the living room in front of Yohaan. She would point out how she looked nothing like Yohaan, how could he be so sure that Maki was his child. Insults were thrown at them and at each other. Maki got so fed up that they finally let out a scream in frustration. Things around them began to fly outwards, windows were broken, and lights flickered.

Later that week, Maki's mother showed up again. Without explanation or goodbye, she took them away. Estella was out and Yohaan was at work, so when they came back they found the home empty. Maki never heard of them again. 

Maki arrived at the camp at the age of twelve and have lived there since then. Since their first day at camp, they have not heard of their mother, not that they mind much. Maki is used to parental figures being a letdown.  


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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin Twenty-One ⧿ Eris, Goddess of Chaos

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Bringer of Chaos and Destruction, nah they just chill.

W E A P O N S 

● A belt/sword/whip they made recently.
● Spear they also made.

A B I L I T I E S
Chaotic Chain :
	Maki is able manipulate chance and probability by creating a chain reaction of chaos. For example, they can kick or move something that will eventually effect someone else, be it in a negative or positive way. They have yet to master this skill, but Maki is determined to be the bringer of chaos.
Charmspeak :
	Maki is able to manipulate the emotions of a small group of beings into irrational anger or confusion. This only lasts for a few minutes at a time.
Storm of Strife :
	Everything within a radius of Maki eveyrthing begins to change, warp, or break. The effects are random, but typically powerful and can stretch over a wide area depending upon the amount of energy put into it, the larger the field, the more energy it Maki. They can use Storm of Strife to disrupt situations and could get out of control easily.
Technokinesis :
	Due to their Legacy, Maki is able to control and manipulate technology. From simple constructs to complicated machinery and technology. While their ability is weaker than the children of Hephaestus Maki is still considered pretty skilled.

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O T H E R

Makin loves to gossip. They are known to spread rumors without a care in the world.
A bit of a slut for food, Maki is known to suck up to anyone that will give them well-seasoned food.
Known for their pranks, Maki is always seen around the Hecate cabin with Valeria.
Maki isn't afraid to start a fight with anyone who calls them a guy or girl on purpose. You will get your ass kicked.
Maki develops crushes easily, and multiple at the same time.
Loves instigating fights, drama, and anything to entertain themselves.


Face Claim: Jack Pililaau | #708090
@Metztli

Accepted hun; camp is definitely going to be a little more chaotic with them around... x'3
Pop them across and feel free to post for them when you're ready


___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Makisig Batista "Maki"} _{A G E} _{April, 14^th, 17} _{G E N D E R} _Non-Binary _{S E X U A L I T Y} _Pansexual _{E T H N I C I T Y} _{Filipino - Shawnee} _{H O M E T O W N} _{Manila - The Philippines} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _5'7" _Weight: _140lbs _Hair: _{Curly, Brown} _Eyes: _{Dark Brown} _{Body Type:} _Thicc _{Body Marks:} _N/A _Aesthetics: _{●, ●} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _Single _{Current: N/A} _{Past: TBD} _{F A M I L Y} _{Father - Yohaan Batista Mother - Eris, Goddess of Chaos Step-Mother - Estella Batista Siblings - Lennon Fen(demigod sibling) Andrea Maria Batista Angel Jose Batista} _{L E G A C Y} _Hephaestus _{P E T S} _N/A ___________________________________	_{"Get my pretty name out of your mouth We are not the same with or without"} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _{Owning plebs on CoD} _✔ _{Colecting nice rocks from the beach} _✔ _{Drawing people in funny clothes} _✔ _{Chilling by the practice range to mess with people} _✔ _{Partying, they love to throw it back} _✔ _{Pastries, they are a sucker for strawberry filled anything} _✔ _{Tea, literal and figurative tea} _✔ _{Painting their nails all sorts of clashing colors.} _✔ _{Rebelling against the big man} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Rules and orders} _✘ _{Hospitals, too clean and they smell weird...} _✘ _{Peanutbutter, they are allergic to peanuts} _✘ _{Reading, like, no thank you. Audio books all the way.} _✘ _{Knitting, they'll knitt for their friends} _✘ _{Being ignored} _✘ _Scorpions _✘ _{Authority, fuck the big man!} _✘ _{Confronting their own fears, nah they good.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Adventurous \| Confident \| Shameless \| Flexible \| Active \| Creative \| Impulsive \| Mishievous Known to never back down from an adventure, Maki is determined to do what their heart tells them to; chaos. They are fueled by the ambition to become the bringer of chaos to Camp Half-blood, and there is nothing that could stop them. Maki has trouble making real connections with people stemming from the neglect they have yet to process since they were small. They are a somewhat secretive person when it comes to their childhood but have no trouble over sharing their feelings with others. They are quick to make friends and are not shy one bit. Maki loves to flirt or just be straight forward with people by telling others how they feel. A picture to perfectly describes Maki would be that smug cat picture with a knife pointed at them. _{_{Will rewrite this in the near future.}}} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{Yohaan Batista was a wealthy investor living in Quezon City, Philipines, met a young woman while on a trip to Manila for a business trip leaving behind his wife Estella and their young daughter Andrea. While the small family was no stranger to these sorts of trips, this one would be one that Yohaan would come to regret later in his life. Yohaan stayed in one of the many hotels near Manila's heart. The trip was supposed to only go for a few days, but a deal was struck between investors, and he had to stay another week. It was during those extra few days that he met a woman by the name of Ruby Santos. She claimed to be a lawyer for a CEO of some tech company in Manila. Their affair was a quick one. Both of them knew that they wouldn't see each other again after their business trip was over. And it was true. Yohaan returned that Friday to Quezon to his wife and child. He never thought of what he had done that week with that woman ever again. Better to forget than to dwell on the past. That was until that same woman showed up at his home with a bundle of little chaos wrapped in her arms. Claiming that she could not care for the child, she decided to leave the baby with the father. Estella didn't take the news well. How could she? Her husband had been unfaithful to her and had bared a child with another. Their daughter was already four-year-old, and Estella was expecting another child. For the most part of Maki's early childhood was spent in the neighbor's home. An older woman by the name of Althea took care of them while their step-mother went out with her kids to the park. Maki never really complained; they preferred being with Althea than to be entirely ignored by Estella. Andrea and Angel weren't that bad of siblings. Andrea was friendly to Maki when her mother wasn't paying attention. The five-year-old didn't know that Maki wasn't her real sibling, and if she did, she didn't care. Angel was still a baby, but he would smile every time he would see Maki walk into the room. The only problem was Estella. She would always neglect Maki when Yohaan was out during work, and even then, Yohaan didn't care for Maki. They were a reminder of his infidelity, his mistake. Makin was around ten years old when their abilities began to present themselves to them. Estella kept complaining that Maki wouldn't obey her that they would always make a mess. Maki didn't like keeping their clothes arranged or the few toys they had neatly stacked by the corner. No, Maki enjoyed the chaos. It made them feel like they belonged. Estella didn't like this one bit and would often complain to Yohaan, resulting in heated arguments. Maki didn't really care for these arguments. If it were up to them, Maki would rather leave this house. That night the argument had been so heated that Estella burst into Makin's room and dragged them out to the living room in front of Yohaan. She would point out how she looked nothing like Yohaan, how could he be so sure that Maki was his child. Insults were thrown at them and at each other. Maki got so fed up that they finally let out a scream in frustration. Things around them began to fly outwards, windows were broken, and lights flickered. Later that week, Maki's mother showed up again. Without explanation or goodbye, she took them away. Estella was out and Yohaan was at work, so when they came back they found the home empty. Maki never heard of them again. Maki arrived at the camp at the age of twelve and have lived there since then. Since their first day at camp, they have not heard of their mother, not that they mind much. Maki is used to parental figures being a letdown.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin Twenty-One ⧿ Eris, Goddess of Chaos} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{Bringer of Chaos and Destruction, nah they just chill.} _{W E A P O N S} _{● A belt/sword/whip they made recently. ● Spear they also made.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Chaotic Chain :} _{Maki is able manipulate chance and probability by creating a chain reaction of chaos. For example, they can kick or move something that will eventually effect someone else, be it in a negative or positive way. They have yet to master this skill, but Maki is determined to be the bringer of chaos.} _{Charmspeak :} _{Maki is able to manipulate the emotions of a small group of beings into irrational anger or confusion. This only lasts for a few minutes at a time.} _{Storm of Strife :} _{Everything within a radius of Maki eveyrthing begins to change, warp, or break. The effects are random, but typically powerful and can stretch over a wide area depending upon the amount of energy put into it, the larger the field, the more energy it Maki. They can use Storm of Strife to disrupt situations and could get out of control easily.} _{Technokinesis :} _{Due to their Legacy, Maki is able to control and manipulate technology. From simple constructs to complicated machinery and technology. While their ability is weaker than the children of Hephaestus Maki is still considered pretty skilled.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Makin loves to gossip. They are known to spread rumors without a care in the world.} _{A bit of a slut for food, Maki is known to suck up to anyone that will give them well-seasoned food.} _{Known for their pranks, Maki is always seen around the Hecate cabin with Valeria.} _{Maki isn't afraid to start a fight with anyone who calls them a guy or girl on purpose. You will get your ass kicked.} _{Maki develops crushes easily, and multiple at the same time.} _{Loves instigating fights, drama, and anything to entertain themselves.} _{Face Claim: Jack Pililaau \| #708090}

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