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@HushedWhispers
@Prints Avoid and I can start working on a timeskip post if you want...

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@Chromane
I don't think I will, but you could have Thomas dance with Eva at the ball.

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Evangeline Drake

Location: In the Great Hall, the Gryffindor Common Room
Interacting With: Lucas Weston

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Eva watched Slick disappear and she felt that ball of jealousy unfurl in her stomach. Why couldn't he see? Tears burned at the back of her eyes and she stood up suddenly. A few of the newer kids looked at her but she didn't care. She had to get away. She just needed to be by herself for a bit. She took a deep, shuddering breath as she exited the Hall, not seeing Luke, who actually stood up from the table and excused himself to follow her. His dark eyes carefully watched her as she disappeared out the door, and no one seemed to see him as he made his way after her.

The tears were free flowing now as she made her way toward the ever changing stairs. She paused at the bottom of the stairs, leaning up against the wall. She didn't feel like she had the strength to go any further. What was the point, anyways? It's not like Slick would actually notice her. Notice her anymore than a friend anyways. She slid toward the ground, covering her face with her hands and letting out a large groan as she wiped away tears.

"You are ridiculous," Luke's deep voice echoed out over the hallway. It seemed they were the only two there; at least he could see no one else.

Eva looked up from her moping and glared at him. "Thanks for the update. I would like to wallow in peace if you don't mind."

Luke ignored that part. Shaking his blond head, he ran his fingers through his hair, slightly exasperated. "Love is blind, but idiots... idiots are deaf and blind. You can't see that in Slick, can you?" Eva glared at him, but didn't respond. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and gritted her teeth. She wouldn't let that liar get to her... She wouldn't... "What do you even see in him, anyways? He's a ladies' man! He can never be good with one person, especially someone like you." His voice seemed like a snake's hypnotic hiss.

Eva stared at him, climbing slowly to her feet. "Stop it."

Luke stared her down, moving ever closer. "He could never be happy with just you."

"Stop it!" she screamed at him, anger overtaking her sadness and frustration from earlier. Luke actually took a step back. "You don't know shit about me and you don't know shit about Slick! You don't understand anything because you're a slimy snake. You couldn't understand love if it came up and bit you! I love him! I don't care if he loves me back, but I will protect him because through everything, he is still my friend. He is still my best friend and there is nothing that you can do to take that away from me!"

Eva panted after her rant, getting slightly dizzy. She pressed a steady hand against the wall to steady herself and stared Luke down. Luke smirked. "We'll see about that."

He turned and walked off, heading God knows where. Eva watched him go, curiosity pegging her at his last words. She shook her head and hurried up the stairs, heading toward the Gryffindor Common Room. She said the password to the Fat Lady and she moved out of her way. She went inside and immediately went to the dorms, getting into her room. There was no one else in there at the moment, which was perfect for her. She flopped down onto her stomach and screamed into her pillow. What the hell was wrong with that boy?

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I guess Eva's going by herself then. xD

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WAIT! I have a great idea... This should be fun... :3

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Okay, have some good news. My English teacher is actually giving us three open class periods to work on stuff, which means I won't be as busy as I thought. However, I will still be pretty busy... But I might actually be able to post every once in awhile.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

~ Wendy Darling~

-Present Day-Neverland

Golden rays of never ending sunlight broke through the trees, cracking through the leaves, and entering through the small slats of the tree house as they hit the back of the poor girl’s eyes. She blinked open her blue eyes carefully, peering around at the small, wooden tree house. Her feet stuck out over the edge of the bed and the blanket she had made out of animal fur was still too short. She would have to remember to skin some more of the animals to make her blanket longer. Curling into a smaller ball before stretching out to full length, Wendy rolled out of her bed and sat up, stretching her arms out wide before bending over to stretch her back.

Floorboards creaked under her feet as she stood up, smoothing out the leaf green skirt around her slim legs and pulling down the top of her shirt as far as she could. The halter top tugged at her hair and she cringed before maneuvering it out and around her halter top and draping it over the side of her shoulder. Taking a leather band from a nearby table, she lifted her hair up and twisted it into a manageable ponytail before wrapping the band around the base of the ponytail and tying it in a knot. Light golden strands fell softly around her face. She tried to tuck them back behind her ear, but they were too short. She sighed and gave up on her venture. Grabbing her bow and quiver, which she made out of the hide of an antelope, she grabbed ahold of the twisted vine rope and twisted it around her hand. She began to slide down the length of the rope.

The bright sunlight illuminated the forest, giving a golden glow to almost everything in sight. The grass on the forest floor looked beautifully green as always, as did the leaves on the trees. Nearby bark on the trees that held up the tree houses glittered a smooth golden brown. She landed on the ground with graceful ease and peered around. Silence filled the air. No bird chirped, nor bug twittered. She raised an eyebrow. That was quite unusual for Neverland. At least a single bird would be singing. She crouched low to the ground, sensing danger in the air. No day in Neverland would be this silent. Reaching back behind her, into her quiver, her fingers brushed against the soft feathers of an arrow. She drew it carefully from the pack and notched it in the bowstring.

She began creeping in the direction of the beach, her pale eyes peeled for any signs of danger. But there was nothing, as far as she could see. Heart pounding in her throat, blood rushing to her ears, her stomach beginning to tie up in knots, Wendy used the undergrowth as camouflage. What was going on here? She was so confused. The normal thing on a day like this would be a predator prowling the forest, like a king cobra or a cougar and she would have found and killed it by now. But this was not like those days. Deep in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn’t going to be one of those days.

Her foot gave way slightly underneath her and she saw the golden glow of glimmering sand underneath her foot. She had reached the beach. Staring around at the crystal blue water, she finally noticed what had happened that had made everything strange. There, floating on the water, was a large boat. Wendy stood up straight, looking closer at the ocean. It made no move to push it away, to shove it toward the island or in the direction it had come from. It was as if the sea had no reaction to this boat at all as it did for her. Unthinking, unknowing of what her body was doing at the time, Wendy shoved the arrow back in the quiver and sprinted for the water, pulling the bow over her head and tightening the bow string across her chest as she did so. She ran out as far as she could, coming to a drop off. She would have to move fast if she wanted to get to the boat before the island noticed she was gone. She dove into the water, going underneath the crystal water.

Beautiful fish swam by, but she had no time to admire the beautiful undersea life. The water was already beginning to stir around her. The sky was beginning to darken and she was still quite far away. Push! Push yourself! Think of Michael and John! she thought to herself and another burst of energy ran through her, kicking her forward at an immense speed. She swam underneath the water, hoping to approach the boat without anyone noticing. She needed to be able to get aboard and not be seen by the crew so she could stowaway to get back to the mainland and hopefully find her brothers.

Her fingertips just barely scraped the edge of the boat when a large wave rose up underneath her. She swam as hard as she could against the current, trying to keep some form of finger or body part on the ship. The wind pushed against her, forcing her back toward the island, but she was able to be thrust far enough forward to catch the ladder on the edge of the boat. She hooked her foot on the edge, clinging to the edge like a wet cat. The water rocked the boat hard and she dug her fingernails into the soft wood. She needed to get up the ladder and onto the boat.

She took it slowly, maneuvering one step at a time to get up to the deck. Her fingers digging into the railing of the boat, she peered over the edge of the railing, looking to the crewmen. They were scrambling around, trying to get things tied down before the storm, which was coming with the darkening sky, came through. This was her chase to be free of Neverland for good and get back home. She leapt over the edge of the railing and immediately dodged behind some boxes as a crewman hurried passed.

“Get down to the lower deck!” someone up top by the wheel yelled. “Make sure everything is in place and then get back up here immediately! We need all hands on deck ASAP!” This was her chance. She could make it to the lower deck and hide among what they thought they had check. Following closely behind the person heading down, she stayed in the shadows and narrowly dodged many crewmen getting up to the decks. They got to the lower deck and she saw the goods that they were hauling. This would be an easy place to hide.

She dodged around another pair of boxes, lying in wait while the crewman finally checked the last of the barrels and boxes. He disappeared back up on deck and she took her chance to jump back behind the goods. Slipping between a pair of large boxes, she snuggled in tightly. Outside, the storm raged, trying to get the boat trapped to get the girl off the boat, but it was getting too late. As soon as the goods boat from Arendelle passed far enough away, it was out of Neverland’s reach, and the girl was gone. She heard it fall silent outside. She sat up a little straighter. Was that it? Was she finally free? She noticed a small hole in the edge of the boat, near where Neverland was. She gently maneuvered herself over to the hole and peered out. Neverland was only a glimmering spot in the distance. She was finally free!

Taking a deep, relaxing breath, she trudged back over to her hiding spot and slipped back between the boxes, laying down. She pulled another box over the top of herself so she would be hidden. She took another back and within a moment, she was in the best sleep that she had ever had.

She woke up two hours later to the sound of the boat docking. Jerking away, she almost flew up before remembering the box above her head. She froze an inch away from the box before moving it quickly. She jumped out of her hiding spot and snuck her way back up to the upper deck. Dipping into shadows and making sure that she isn’t noticed, she snuck around to the edge where the dock ways. Crewmen rushed around, unloading goods and getting them off the boat onto the docks. She was about to leap off and get to the dock when someone suddenly bumped into her. He fell down, losing the box, and it crashed everywhere. In all the confusion, she jumped down onto the dock and sprinted for the town.

This was her chance to start over. She could get back to John and Michael and they could be a happy family again. She could find the one, start a family of her own, tell of her adventures… She could tell stories again, even create new ones for the children. This was a new world, a new adventure, one that she could now be a part of rather than be trapped on that stupid island. This was going to be amazing. Now, all she needed to do was get back home.

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Okay, kinda have some bad news... So I just got a shit ton of homework dropped on me, which includes my senior project that is due in a month. So, in order to try and keep from distractions, I'm actually going to have to block the guild on my internet just because I feel like it would distract me too much. I will do what I can to get this stuff done, but I will not sacrifice quality for speed. The latest, most likely, that I would be able to post would be beginning of the new year. The earliest would probably be after November 20th. I'm so sorry... Just continue on without me. I give you guys permission to use my characters as NPCs, just please keep them involved as much as you can. I still love this RP.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Archer Andrews and Gideon Carlyle

The Armory, The Training Grounds ~ Camp Half-Blood

Gideon waved his hand over his head, back to Ky'Vie, showing that he had heard. He continued down the Hill, heading toward the armory, where the two demi-gods were waiting. One of them he did not recognize, but the other he knew very well. A big smile came up on his face when he saw him and he laughed out loud. "Archer! Buddy! What's up?"

Archer Andrews, one of the rare sons of Athena, smiled at Gideon as he approached. "Nothing much. I just came down to see if you were up for a round in the ring at the training grounds, but it looks like you have a customer." He booty bumped the young man who was standing next to him forward and the poor fellow stumbled forward in front of the fairly large son of Ares. Gideon cocked an eyebrow at him and the young man stuttered out that he wanted a set of throwing knives as his weapon.

"Good choice, mate. Those are such a rarity these days that it's hard to find anyone who will actually train with them and get good enough to use them properly." Brushing passed the two boys, Gideon made his way inside and walked over to the set of weapons across the wall. Pushing the kid in front of him, Archer made his way in as well, though he had no need of getting any weapons. φλας was strapped across his back and ασημένια φωτιά was on his side. He knew that they were going to be fighting today because, well, Gideon never turned down a chance to fight him.

Pulling a black case off the wall, opening it to inspect the insides, and then smirking as he recognizes the craftsmanship of Ky'vie, he snapped the case shut and walked back over to the kid, who couldn't have been much older than twelve. He spun the case around in his hand and handed it to him. "Here you go, kid. Don't poke an eye out." The kid frowned at him before turning away and marching off, shoving the case into a holder in his jacket. Gideon raised a curious eyebrow at the holder; he hadn't even seen a person here have one before. Kid must've made it himself.

Archer watches Gideon with dark eyes as he watches the child exit. Drawing out his jian sword, Archer ran his thumb along the edge of it and looked through slightly squinted eyes at Gideon. "You ready?" Gideon nodded and they made their way out to the training grounds. It was fairly deserted, most people either going to do other things or going to see the new kid, so they had most of it to themselves. Archer swung his sword and moved to stand in front of Gideon. He held the sword lightly in a two handed grip and Gideon drew his katanas off his back. Archer smiled and leaned into his position.

"Three. Two. One. Fight!" Gideon yelled and he charged Archer.

It was at this moment Ares decided to get bitchy with Hermes.

Ares' anger filled Gideon and he slammed down with more force than he meant to. Archer, shocked by Gideon's attack, only barely got his sword up in time to block the attack. He twisted the blades away and dodged out, whipping back around to face Gideon. A burning anger was forming in the pit of Gideon's stomach and his teeth ground against each other. He leapt at Archer again, swinging for his neck. Archer blocked one of the swords with his and swung under the other one. He was honestly surprised at the ferocity that Gideon had. He was fierce when it came to battle, but he normally wasn't this ferocious. He spun out of the way again and this time, he attacked first. He swung for Gideon's arm, but Gideon was able to block it with the flat end of his right katana. He laughed out loud and a chill ran through Archer. That was not a happy laugh. That was one of menace and evil.

"You think that attack can work?! Let me show you how it's done," Gideon snarled, his voice dropping to a deep bass. He shoved Archer back, kicking him directly in the stomach. Archer fell backwards, but managed to get into a roll and jump back up to his feet. He held his sword in front of him as a barrier, but Gideon would not stop with that. Gideon charged him again, and swung both his blades together, hooking Archer's sword with both of his. Archer kept a hold of it, but his hands slip, and he felt the rush that normally kept him steady with ασημένια φωτιά slip away from him as he lost his grip. His hands tightened on it, and the rush came back, but late. Gideon pushed forward with his hands, shoving the flat of the blades against Archer's chest and the force knocked Archer back onto his back.

Gideon let out a menacing howl and was about to do what he did best, show no mercy. Not even to his friend. Archer saw this in his eyes and rolled up to his feet, drawing his crossbow from his back. Drawing his hand in a straight line in the air, a bolt appeared in his hand. He notched it quickly, raised it to his eyes, and pulled the trigger. Gideon was suddenly dragged back and found himself pinned against the wall of the armory. He tried to jerk free, but the bolt had gone through his shirt and sheath into the wall.

"Gideon!" Archer yelled and ran after his friend. He came to a pause in front of him as Gideon yanked out the bolt. "You need to cool down. I've never seen you so angry."

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? 'cause that didn't look like-"

"I said I'm fine!" he snarled. He rolled his shoulder and drew his swords again. "Come on, let's fight."

Archer stared at him. The soft thunk of his crossbow and sword could be heard as they hit the ground. Archer stepped back and held up his hands, his dark eyes worried and carefully wary. "I'm not fighting you. Not while you're angry. You need to go cool off." Archer reached down slowly and picked up his weapons again, sheathing the sword and place the crossbow across his back. "I hear the lake is very beautiful this time of day." Archer spun on his heel and walked off.

Gideon watched his friend go, the angry still seething underneath his skin and crawling around in his veins like bugs. He ground his teeth together and took a deep breath, letting it out a in a long stream with a hiss to go along with it. He shook his head and gripped at the back of it, sheathing his swords before he did so. He stared up at the skies. This is all his father's fault, but what had made him so angry that Gideon nearly killed his best friend?

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Archer Andrews

"You want a fight? You got one. All you have to do is throw the first punch. I'm not dumb enough to start one, but if you are... come at me."
~ Archer Trey Andrews.

~General Information~

Name: Archer Trey Andrews .
Nick-Names: Arch, AA, Scamp (by Gideon).
Sex/ Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty.
Place Of Origin: New York City, New York, USA.
Camp Cabin: Counselor of Cabin Seven - Athena's Cabin

Appearance - Twenty Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: None.
Godly Parent: Athena.
Human Parent: Trevor Alam Reese - Mechanical Engineering for Boeing.
Siblings: None at the moment.
Legacy: Unknown.
Pet/s: A pet snowy owl named Frost.
Other: Gideon Carlyle (Best Friend), Claire Bellerose (Friend), Erin Chase (Acquaintance), Arianna Watson (Close Friend), Slyeste Niore (Close Friend), Hawley Griffin (Acquaintance), Kiran Khanna (Friend).

~Personal Information~

Personality: Being a self-proclaimed "funny man", Archer has a very light hearted aura about him. He is always making the jokes during awkward situations and depressing moods. He is considered to be annoying by the other campers at times, as he also tends to make jokes at inappropriate times. His jokes are offensive at sometimes, depending on the person. He seems to be able to make a joke out of everything and seems to be a person that doesn't take situations as seriously as they should be taken.

He did grow up under discipline though, which allows him to turn the jokes on and off whenever it is necessary. This also forces him to focus in dire situations, causing him to turn the jokes completely off. He can be solid in dire situations, as his father, through his engineering, has taught Archer to think outside the box and think differently in certain situations than other people do. He tends to be able to use everything around him to his advantage in a situation, which, through has mother, made him learn that anything can be a weapon. The battle strategies coming from his mother have helped him also in the past with certain situations.

When it comes to a battle, Archer never turns down a chance to fight, but he is never the one who provokes it. If it ever seems to be that he has started a fight, he always defuses the situation by walking away. However, if someone picks a fight with him and they take the first swing, he happily complies with their eagerness to fight a son of Athena. In a fight, he is observant and takes into consideration all the factors of doing one simple move, including the outcome of many different scenarios. He thinks quickly though, which allows him to process this information rapidly as well, which also always him to act in good time.

Archer does sometimes tend to think of himself better than everyone else, as he is one of the best fighters and most athletic people at Camp Half-Blood. He is never humble about his accomplishments and tends to always be bragging about the different quests he has completed in the past, especially hard ones. He never seems to learn that this is why people tend to pick fights with him. He never seems to go on quests as often as the other campers, but when he does, it seems, to him at least, that it is a harder quest than some of the others.

He is extremely flirty. Like ridiculously flirty. If there is a female human, demi-god, or god in any vicinity, Archer with most likely flirt with them. He is quite charming, though he can be a bit of a goof at times when it comes to girls. He always tries to show off in front of them. The only person that he does not flirt with that is female is his mother, which both of them are okay with that. He has never had a serious girlfriend however, and girls tend to find him inattentive in relationships as well as noncommittal. No matter how much he flirts, he seems to not have found "the One" yet.

Skills: Archer is a naturally athletic person, so things like running long distance, swimming, climbing trees, rock climbing, and all of those things come very naturally to him. He tends to leave swimming to Claire, though. He is able to fight with almost any weapon and can become very adaptable to anything as a weapon on the spot. He is a quick learner, which allows him to adapt to certain situations, and his ability to think outside the box allows him to use whatever sources he has around him to his disposal.

Along the lines of magical or godly abilities, he, like Gideon, has telumkinesis, but Archer's is much more powerful and much more refined. Archer, since he has had his ability long, can conjure up almost any weapon, minus a few big weapons such as cannons or mortars and other great weapons like those. He has the ability to conjure up some weapons that he can just create out of his imagination. When he comes in contact with other people's weapons, he has the ability to make them weaker. His powers, however, are not that refined, and sometimes it can backfire to where the weapon is only barely weaker or his own weapon or skills become weaker. And, no matter how much he will NOT admit it to anyone, he is fairly good at weaving.

Biography:
Archer actually grew up never knowing his father for the longest time. He was dropped off at an adoption home when he was just barely a baby. The baby was crying nonstop and it woke up the other children in the house, so the mother of the house, as she was called then, decided that she needed to go check out the crying. She saw what it was and immediately brought him into the orphanage. He had no name on him, no letter saying where he had come from, so the mother named him herself, naming him after her first born son that had died when he was only three: Archer.

The rules of the orphanage were strict, and Archer adhered to them as he got older, but he was never put down for wanting to have a bit of fun. Because no one knew where he came from, he took on the orphanage's mother's maiden name, which was Andrews. He hung out with the children and became like a little brother to the older children. When they were adopted off, he never cried, but he would always tell them, "I know I'll see you again soon. Some day." The mother was always worried when he said that. She thought he would freak out the children about them getting taken back to the adoption home, but it never happened, and she slowly got less and less worried.

When Archer's father came back for him, it was a big surprise to everyone. No one knew who this man was, not even Archer, but he presented the mother with a picture of himself at Archer's age, which, at the time, was seven years old, and the resemblance was uncanny. Sadly, the mother gave up Archer back to the father, but Archer, as he normally did, told her that he would see her again soon. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and he left with his father.

Archer found out very quickly that he did not like living with his biological father. His father, being a strict engineer who was always busy, never seemed to have time for him and when he did, it was always to teach Archer about manners or to teach him something about engineering, or, in Archer's opinion, to bore him to death. Archer became so tired of this that he joined a bunch of clubs, teams, and such just so he could stay out of the house and away from his father. He would get rides from teammates or club members and he almost never had any contact with his father, which he was fine with. They both seemed fine with the arrangement.

As Archer got older, he began noticing he was getting attention from the opposite gender. He wasn't humble about being good looking. Rather, he was confident about it. He showed off all the time, and this was the time period when he got into more trouble. He was around fifteen at the time when it began. He brought girls home, he was ditching classes, and he was skipping practices. His father was not amused. He would kick the girls out and force Archer to go to class and practices. This drove Archer to the edge and he and his father, on the night of his sixteenth birthday, got into a screaming match, which was how Archer came to learn the truth about where he came from and what he was.

He knew any life could be better than living with his father, so he packed up and left for Camp Half-Blood. He was there within a few hours, and found himself right at home with everyone else. He made fast friends with a few, flirted with all the girls, and now loves his life and lives it as he had back at the orphanage rather than how he was back with his father.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s: As a son of Athena, Archer has mastery over many weapons and thinks it is great fun to spar with as many people as he can with as many different weapons as he can, which is one of the reasons why he likes Gideon so much.
Weapon/s Name: ασημένια φωτιά and φλας which is "Silver Fire" and "Flash".
Weapon/s Type: An old, authentic Jian Sword and a crossbow.
Attributes: ασημένια φωτιά enhances his physical abilities, making him move faster and jump higher. The power of it drains him though, even though the enhancement only goes up slightly. φλας gives him better accuracy without having a scope, but while he is holding the crossbow, he cannot create bolts for it.

Weapon Appearance

Weapon/s Appearance:

~Other Information~

Other:
Frost tends to chase Erin's cat almost all the time, which is one of the many reasons why both Erin and Archer don't like each other.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Freak Flag" by Shrek the Musical Cast.

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@Chromane
Eva waved at Thomas... I don't know if you noticed that in my last post.