Whirlwind

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Faris Ecklan stood with crossed arms, eyeing everyone else with a skeptical gaze. Stupid, Weak, Aw I Bet She Still Sleeps With A Stuffed Animal she mentally assigned opinions and first impressions to the others she was being herded around with like cattle. She had calmed down on the plane after throwing just a fit they told her it was jail or just going along with this. She had agreed, after all it was a first class ticket and she could have champagne on the way to this God forsaken place. She was even tempered currently, like the air before a storm, full of electric energy but storing it for an explosion sometime later. Her dark eyes still despised everyone and everything for bringing her here, but it was, after all, better than prison (hopefully).

Faris sighed heavily while the bitch who was leading them around spoke, twisting her long thick, brown hair around a couple fingers and thinking how her ‘cabin’ better have a stocked fridge and satin sheets or she was throwing a fit again. She felt a little awkward around these others, some looking rather meek or hopelessly optimistic, standing there herself in jeans shorts, a loose black designer sweater, and tattoos covering her legs. How was she going to fit in with these people?

Oh right. They were all children of gods. She tried not to snort at the thought, completely having lost interest in whatever the ‘bla,bla,bla’ chick was saying. Sure she was pissed off all the time and had no idea who her dad was, but Ares God of War? She wasn’t sure she believed it. She had a hard time believing in ‘gods’ who were worse than most humans in their behaviors. Seriously. But she’d play along and stay here. After all, it was a break from her mother’s bitching and maybe there were some other ‘children of Ares’ she could fight with for funsies.

Faris tuned back in just in time to hear ‘Punishments around here suck’ which made her laugh as the girl slipped inside. She’d love to see them try and punish her here. With a sigh, her crossed arms moved and her hands rested on her hips. She was about to walk off and just do whatever the hell she wanted, when the girl came back out and asked if there were questions. “Yeah, what’s your problem? I didn’t ask for a tour, I didn’t even ask to come here, so why let us waste your time?” she asked, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, hands still pressed to the top of her shorts in a defiant stance.

Bitten

Haven’s ear twitched with every new howl, panting happily between bites of berries. Just as she was chewing one, she felt something grab lightly at the hairs on her tail. With a ‘yip’ she jumped up on all fours, muzzle a little purple from berry juice before barking once in a greeting to Rhyle. She nodded when the other girl bumped her shoulder, understanding they were off to find the others. Haven quickly sprinted after her, already wanting to race before Rhyle even encouraged it. Anytime she would edge ahead though, Haven would playfully sneak on her belly for a few seconds and then get up to sprint again, far behind, over and over.
When they ran into Svan, Haven barked happily once more, before howling a warning to the others that their minutes were numbered as they were being hunted. Haven sniffed the ground as Rhyle played with Svan, hoping to catch some sort of scent. Someone was close, but all she could smell was wolf, not who it specifically was. She rolled around in the dirt for a second, just to let out some adrenaline before getting back up, tongue hanging as silly as ever. She spread out about 40 yards from Svan and Rhyle, going in a circle around them so she could spot if one of the others came running this way.

Artifacts of the Ancients

Aedre took a band off her wrist and tied up her, clearly dyed, lilac hair as Jessie asked where they were headed and Chris picked a random direction. Aedre was slightly hesitant at first to go on this adventure, but she was bored as hell and had nothing else to do. After all, what if they did find something exciting and she missed it? She’d have been ticked. She snorted in amusement when Kyle said they had no clue where they were going and just continued on where Chris had pointed. She started to walk backwards, facing her friends as she spoke once more. “Seriously though, if we don’t find something in the next hour, I say we turn ba—“ Aedre tripped over something and fell backwards onto her rear, face flushing red as she looked around to see what she had run into. There was some stone on the ground in the middle of the grass. At first she frowned at it, angry at the rock for getting in her way. But as she was about to look away from it she noticed there were carvings on the side, and it looked like it had been broken off. Off of what she had no idea, but she picked it up with two hands and moved it around, trying to figure out exactly what it was or what it had come off of.

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

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Bitten

Haven was by a clear creek on the preserve, cupping her hands and splashing a bit of water onto her face. It’ll be fine, it’s always fine after she thought to herself as her heart began to race faster in concordance with the dipping of the sun. Once it was gone and the full moon shone brightly through the sky, Haven let out a little whine, blue eyes wide while her body began snapping and changing. The process was long and the same each time, but she didn’t know if she’d ever get used to it. But once it was done, she laid on her stomach, very dog-like, with her eyes closed. She felt her heartbeat, her mind racing with new thoughts, nose full of new smells, body aching to act on different senses. Her ears suddenly perked up at the sound of a howl. Rhyle she identified the tone. Then Luca. She opened her eyes and wagged her tail, knowing that a game was ensuing. Getting up on her paws, she barked happily, prancing in a circle. Stopping, she realized unless someone was close they wouldn’t hear the barking; she had to howl. She started kneading the dirt in front of her with her front paws before letting out a loud but short howl, easily identified as hers, before bouncing off, tongue hanging out. She circled around until she found a blackberry bush and her eyes lit up. She settled down behind the bush for a moment, silvery muzzle peeking out now and again to snap off a berry before disappearing again as she ate it.

S.U.P.E.D.

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S.U.P.E.D.

Withdrawing application since I think you'll find better fits with other rpers. Good luck! :)

Ghost Inertia [Sci fi Action Horror]

Delilah

Name: Delilah Rould

Age: 24 (14 when brought to Byzantium)

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 125

Ethnicity: White

Build: Average

Personality: Open minded yet skeptical of certain people, Thoughtful, Sarcastic, Fun loving, Naïve, Spoiled… She fears being out of control or losing her mind, thinking this is the reason why her brother was unable to come with them. She also fears the dark, sleeping with a night light still. Her weaknesses are that she is overly trusting and not very skilled at anything combative. She’s a relatively docile person, only strong in her mind and emotions and character, not physically. She could be easily deceived, and if not, easily physically overtaken.

Job: Event Coordinator

Residency: Residential Sector

History: Delilah remembers surprising little life on Earth, considering her age when she left. She was one of those who had a step forward in life, thanks to her father being one of the scientists who was best at modifying citizens with full brain cyberization. Her family was one of the first in line at a Byzantium outpost, and her screening went excellently. Her father did as well, and her mother, but her brother didn’t pass the psychological tests. Despite her father’s influence, they had to leave him behind (he was 15 years old). Delilah has trouble remembering his face and name anymore, maybe because of her cybernetic upgrades or perhaps her mind has blocked it as too traumatic. Most of her memories of Earth are fuzzy anyway. She remembers being more physically fit and running from her father for some reason more than once, but she doesn’t know if that was just a dream even. Either way…
She lived with her parents for a few years after arriving in the Beacon, and then moved out on her own, going to the Residential Sector. She still commuted to the Beacon however, getting a job as an event coordinator for the higher ups. As she’s gotten older, she has found the older generation rather pretentious, talking about the city as if it’s a perfect utopia (if they could just kill off all the criminals with a specialized bug). The patch required 5 years ago proved that theory wrong, as she usually replies back under her breath. Then again she might have also spoken against the higher society at a party or two, considering she spends several nights a week in Greater Downtown.
She has honestly never been to the Crater Bay or Outward District, but has met some people from those areas that have gone to the Downtown area. She finds them a great deal more fascinating than those she works for day in and day out. Each day gets braver with her tongue, unafraid because of the high status she’s had for so long, to say what’s on her mind about people starting to at strangely and the class inconsistencies.

Other: When it comes to personal relationships, Delilah has a few friends (pm me if you want a history with her if she’s accepted) and has had only one romantic relationship that’s lasted a significant amount of time.

Adding a NPC

Appearance

Name: Dr. August Rould
Info: Cyberization specialist, medical doctor, computer genius
Relationship: Father

[This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

Vicier said
Accepted! Welcome to the camp!

Thanks! :)

Artifacts of the Ancients

I think if things start to slow down in one area spice it up with a change of scenery. I don't mind where the rp takes place really.