xNocturnax

Camp Athens - Closed

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Clean and tidy with their first vigorous activity out of the way, Trinity made a second attempt at getting dressed, occasionally stealing glances at Wes grinning to herself. He never ceased to surprise her. Her eyes drifted down his sculpted back, his toned backside, his muscular thighs–Stop! Trinity tore her eyes away. She grabbed a pair of socks from her drawer and threw them at him. "Stop being so studly." She knew it wasn’t actively his fault. Besides, Trinity had found after the deed and the good hormones were released, she was especially susceptible to his allure.

Wes laughed, barely dodging the sock-missile. He leaned over to pick up the small bundle of clothes, being sure to wiggle his bare butt at her teasingly, then threw the socks back at her. "You can blame my mother for that," he stuck out his tongue at her playfully. "You on the other hand," he motioned at all of her with a cocked, suggestive brow. "Dangerous."

Trinity laughed. "I am dangerous," she said almost self affirmatively. The idea of being a weapon more flattering than being viewed good looking. "Thank you."

She knew and gave him room to do most things by himself but clothes could have their own trials and tribulations with the zips and buttons, awkward fits, etcetera. Something she only noticed cohabiting with a one-armed person. Trinity stepped up to him waiting to assist when/if he needed.

It had been over a year since Wes lost his arm, and he had even gotten pretty good at doing most things one handed. But ever since Duke gave him that bionic arm it seemed like a lot of that learned muscle memory had sort of… slipped his memory. He also was not going to say no to getting another chance for Trinity to touch him. Pulling on his pants and sweater were pretty easy, but fastening the jeans or figuring out what to do with the floppy empty arm of his flannel was a different battle. "Should I tuck it in or like, knot it?" He asked, spinning at the waist to make the empty sleeve swing around.

"Mmm. Maybe tuck it. Keep all that heat in as much as you can." She proceeded to tuck it in for him.

Since they weren’t doing her idea—she knew Wes really didn’t want to train and skirted around it extremely tactfully; it was important they had some upper hand with a new bundle of campers coming in. "I think you should talk to Duke," she began carefully, "and then maybe a child of Hecate for an arm. See if they can jack it up for you." She screwed her face up in a pre-emptive cringe. Trinity didn’t mean to imply he was incapable but one less arm was realistically a disadvantage. She could understand why he wouldn’t be overly keen for a new one after the last though.

"Unless you want all the attention again and all the newbies flocking to you, asking what happened. I get it. Woe is me card," she teased.

"Yes! Pity me, the one armed sex God." He flexed his arm theatrically, with a laugh that was anything but serious. When he’d finished goofing around, his smile turned more genuine as he took a few steps toward her. Wes’s thumb gently stroked the creases of the scrunches she made in her face. "It’s fine," he reassured her. "I had planned to search the woods to see if I could find my old arm and maybe Duke would be able to fix it. But someone kept me under house arrest." He teased her, gently taking her waist in his hand and giving her a little shake. "But Andy never showed up with it while she was working on rebuilding the camp, so I think it’s lost in the aether at this point."

He’d be lying if he said having the bionic arm wasn’t convenient. Not only was he able to do everything he used to, it also came with some added benefits. Most importantly it saved his life against the boar which was a big bonus in his book. Wes never really thought of seeing if Daniel or Andy could enchant it with any special properties. Leave it to Trinity to think outside the box when it came to his own well being. She’d argue he could avoid the added precautions if he just used his powers. But since that was always a losing argument for her, it seemed like her next approach was souping him up as much as possible. He can’t fight for shit, but a magic arm might help.

On her usual train of thought again, having one arm could have people underestimate him. Then wham! But Wesley didn’t enjoy using his powers…That was something she could never change but desperately wanted to. People didn’t deserve his mercy and moral codes. But at least he was on board with looking for his old arm. "Iii don’t trust that everybody coming in is going to be an asset here," she confessed, tugging him a little closer. "The gods are…" she rolled her eyes "you know, gods." Their interests rarely aligned. Still, they couldn’t hide forever or train enough to get rid of problems.

Wes let himself be pulled closer to her until their chests brushed up against one another. His knuckles lightly stroked her cheek as he held her gaze, listening to her concerns. He nodded his head. "It is weird… Sending demigods here while the Gods have been silent for months." He sighed. "Even the good ones can go sour," he added with a shrug, alluding to Ajax and Alex.

Good. They were on the same page then. Or so Trinity liked to assume. She turned to the front door and shivered at the mere thought of what awaited outside. She could never prepare enough for the dreaded cold.

"It’ll be fine," Wes reassured her as he came up behind her and took the doorknob in his hand. "We’ve got each other… And there’s Andy, Daniel, Duke. Hell, maybe even Mason if he wakes up on the right side of the bed." He chuckled before opening the door for them.

The frigid air whipped through the entrance like a wave, smacking them both in the face. Wes popped his collar hoping to shield his neck and face a little more from the cold. He draped his arm across Trinity’s shoulders and nodded his head in the general direction of the Main Hall. "Food and checking out the newbies?"

Trinity stared out into the dull day and white powder covering camp for a moment then nodded. "Food and checking out the newbies." She agreed with a deep breath in.

They started forward and Trinity was mostly preoccupied biting her tongue from saying the same things she had said a million times. All of this would be easier if he used his powers. How many hypothetical scenarios did she play where Wes could have bat his eyes and asked someone to please just walk into lava for him. Well not exactly, but her muscle with his compelling abilities and there wouldn’t be a worry in the world. "What if we could get it like skin blend?” she said instead. "The arm. Just the outward appearance." Then they wouldn’t know what was what. At the same time, she didn’t know if Wes was self conscious about looking half bionic or he loved it.

Wes looked down at the absence that once was his arm and bionic arm. After a moment of contemplation he shrugged his shoulders. "I kinda like the whole Terminator look," he said, grinning down at her. ”Plus, people are oblivious. No one ever really noticed unless I wasn’t wearing sleeves." His brows pulled together as he followed the train of thought. "Would it be like one of those creepy robot sex dolls?" He made a show of shivering in disgust playfully. "That’s kinda like uncanny valley shit. I know you’d love for me to be more ugly, but…" he teased and pulled her closer to place a kiss on the top of her head.

She wrinkled her nose at the thought he had put there unknowingly apparently bothered by robots. But he smoothed it over with a kiss on her head while she bumped him away.

That about led them to the hall. Trinity wasn’t paying attention to new people passing as much as her mission became get out of the cold and into a building. But there, she realized something. She stopped and turned to Wes."Turn down the charms." She was only half joking and once again knew it didn’t quite work like that.

"Ah, right. Less charm, more ugly," Wes muttered to himself. He stood frozen in thought as he tried to figure out how to be more ugly. He then shifted his posture to be dramatically hunched and protruded his jaw out to look like an underbite. "is this ugly enough?"

"That's not-“

He held out his hand toward her and wiggled his fingers with a creepy smile. "Come here and give me a kiss!"

"No!” She found herself backing up until she broke into a run to escape him.

He started chasing after her doing the most ridiculous run ever, almost like he was doing the Pennywise dance. Wes didn’t give a shit what he looked like to the others, if he got Trinity to laugh it was entirely worth it.

She cackled letting her little sex god cross goofball catch up with his ridiculous run. "Alright, alright. Forget it. Be yourself.” Trinity brushed at his collar with a grin like adults told their kids on the first day of school. She gestured to the hall. "Let’s try this again. Like sane people.” She kissed him once then stepped up to the hall again and went inside.

Camp Athens - Closed

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#ffc300 | Beach > Main Hall | Interactions: River, Andy

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She assumed the man had preferred his own company so when Evelyn heard the crunch of snow getting nearer, she stepped to the side expecting a fit demigod to pass but the dark haired man took her pace. “Sorry. You caught me off guard.” Evelyn put up a hand for no hard feelings. “This place kinda felt like a ghost town and I just kind of assumed it was.”

Evelyn smiled slightly. It certainly could be. “There’s a few of us. Besides, I went the worst route in your defence,” she offered.

“I think I saw that building when I came in. My sister was more interested in snagging a cabin before others arrived, rather than food. You up for some company?”

He might’ve caught a glimpse of amusement before Evelyn was able to wipe it from her features. He had a smart sister, was already beside her and he was only being pleasant. “Sure.”

They walked in step. A comfortable silence lingered between them. For her at least anyway. She for the first time didn’t want to overstep by talking his ear off or giving him information he already knew since he may have been half versed in camp already. He seemed the kind to disengage with such empty chatter.

“I’m River, by the way.” His hand came across.

Evelyn smiled warmly, shifting her own body to shake his hand. “Nice name.” Though that was probably more credit to his parents than him. “Evelyn. Sorry. I probably should have said earlier.” She didn’t want him figuring her for rude or unpleasant. Maybe she was grabbing more of an air-head reputation so far but she could live with that. It was rarely about how others judged her regardless.

“You’re kind of gorgeous, you know?”

Evelyn stopped taken aback by the random compliment. “Oh,” escaped her. She opened her mouth to say something more sensible or assuring for him but she didn’t know what. Nothing came forward.

Apparently it took him as just by surprise. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Yeah… So anyway.” Was his way of moving on.

Evelyn blinked then laughed to herself. It wasn’t often she was caught off guard. “Thank you. I think,” she said lowly for whatever it was worth. While it wasn’t a back handed compliment it was still very stray.

He appeared stern featured and had the build of a brute yet , not that everyone was immune to fumbling or impulse control, he seemed socially challenged. Evelyn guessed it wasn’t lack of skill because he was unable but driven in his own endeavours. A business man of kind. She found him agreeable enough company however.

At the corner of her eyes he seemed to be taking in his surroundings with new interest, evaluating the demigods in view and certain places. All of which she deemed fair to be extra vigilant and observing at camp especially when new. She just hoped he wasn’t conducting a pecking order and trying to place himself on the ladder.

“Do you like it here? Because, from what I’ve heard about this place, I don’t know how anyone could like it here.” Evelyn tilted her head. An awfully subjective question and view from whomever he may have heard about it from. “Andy was very defensive of this place. But I don’t see the appeal.”

She laughed once again quietly but humorlessly. Case in point with Andy and his own early formed opinion, it was highly subjective. “You don’t give much chances?” She asked. “A lot of demigods find this place their home. Some even have a sort of trauma bond to the place and each other.” But that didn’t answer his question. She glanced over her shoulder then ahead again. “As for whether I like the place…” it wasn’t a question she had ever been asked or actively considered whether she liked it here or not. “I don’t mind it. Structurally speaking I find it spacious and versatile. Internally it’s…” she pursed her lips “rarely dull.” Evelyn looked at him and shrugged softly. She didn’t mean to sound annoyingly vague, that’s just how camp was best pinned for her.

“Would my opinion have swayed you either way?” She inquired curiously. River seemed unyielding on his reaction to camp but she could never really know.

The company she kept seemed unusually tense warped in his own thoughts. She would have left him to it however he was too taut and new, so unlike herself, Evelyn nudged his arm gently with her own, as if a misstep in the snow made her bump into him. “Relax a little and don’t insult camp in front of the locals,” she told him quietly while close. She stepped away from him. There were few she could think about that wouldn’t take offence to camp being spoken about poorly.

Newer faces seemed to be idling by as they got closer to the main hall. Some paired up with more familiar demigods serving a tour guide. Some suddenly helpful demigods proved interesting. But there would be time to dissect that all later.

Evelyn pushed open the main hall door holding it with splayed fingers behind herself for River. “Where’d you get your impression of camp anyway?”

She flashed Andy a kind smile since she was nearest the entrance then shuffled up to the coffee automatically then the camp’s endless collection of food. Evelyn balanced both and grabbed a table with no particular strategy or regard in mind, it was simply vacant. When River joined she resumed her evaluation of him. Was he well informed about camp and demigods or was there a lot to learn? “I’m not the greatest guide and I don’t have much exclusive knowledge.” She lowered her eyes abashed to admit it. “But if you want a detailed run down there’s a few I could point you in the direction of.” Personally Evelyn was an information collector. She worked with what was given then could test what was shown. But some liked to navigate through exploration and trial and error all on their own.

Camp Athens - Closed

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#ffc300 | Cabin > Beach | Interaction: River

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Evelyn lifted her top to reveal her mid section in the mirror and traced over her scar as had become part of her new private routine. Over the past few months, she was sort of fixated with the foreign mark on her body and thought herself a little experiment. Did they heal faster because they were demi-beings opposed to full mortals? Would it fade to nothing with the right treatments? Why was she even fascinated?

She had never been in a confrontation like what came from the box: something so physical and abundant, violent and imminently life threatening. Evelyn had never even been in a fight before until camp forced her into a duel. She was only fortunate to have gotten off light with the son of Hades there.

This was her first scar. Evelyn winced as a phantom pain came from dwelling on it. The blade went through her like paper and it dug deeper and deeper and could have gone still if she wasn’t able to get a lucky break and slay the winged warrior. Then Duke slowed and sanitized the bleeding the only way he could on battlefield…Gods, the searing pain. She never complained aloud though. Not when there were worse fates.

The biggest wonder for Evelyn had to be if it was a mark of failure or victory. Letting Sylas down for one but conquering an enemy of her own. Perhaps it was a blend of the two.

Andy’s announcement came over the PA and pulled her to reality. She let her top fall back down and pulled her hair back for a moment. It wasn’t that she was a grinch or anything, however, Evelyn already knew parties at camp rarely ended peacefully or untampered. But, maybe it was some vision of reward for everyone clawing through the last few months and a nice mingle occasion.

Evelyn moved to a soothing warm shower and embraced it for as long as she could before she had to forfeit the warmth to the bite of the cold.

Once dried, dressed and outside, Evelyn began the trek to the main hall, only, she took the scenic route heading down along the beach first, arms clamped around her chest to keep heat in. The only reason she went this way was in attempt to give herself more buffer time before facing the more trafficked areas. It was there she saw a figure ahead, most like Duke’s build. Upon getting closer she realised they were more unfamiliar. A new camper already. He didn’t look stressed or frazzled , nor held a pace that said he was in a particular hurry.

“Acquainting yourself with the area?” she offered when they came close enough. Though a hello probably would have been just as effective.

It was more the camp initiators job (unofficial as that was but there were types of people) but she threw a hand past the cabins and trees, pointing as the crow flies. “The Main Hall’s that way if you want some food, drinks, warm coffee.” God knows she could have used one her first day at camp after the journey. Even now in fact. “Just a good area to recoup second to your own cabin.”

She sucked in a breath and shrugged gently before continuing her path to the hall. He was more than welcome to join her in stride or he could go his own way and she’d go hers equally as fine.

Camp Athens - Closed

Evelyn Masters

Trinity Wallace

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Trinity Wallace...

.................................................... __________________________________________ D A U G H T E R . O F . A R E S ________________________________________________________ 20 | female | heterosexual __________________________________________ ▹ hair color | blonde ▹ eye color | blue ▹ height | 5' 5" ▹ build | toned/muscular ▹ oddities | numerous scars

. A B I L I T I E S Superior Condition - Strength, speed, stamina, endurance, even metabolism, you name it, this little lady's got it packed under her form in peak condition and then some. Super Human Strength - 'The ability to inflict pain easily with physical contact', as Trinity sees it. Her strength is beyond exceptional and exceeds most other demi-beings. Weapon Conjuration - Pretty self explanatory, Trinity can summon a range of weapons in her hand. This mixed with her bloodlust can be dangerous. Negative Emotion Manipulation - Trinity can inflict rage, though it's not a power she plays around with much. Unbeknownst to her, apparently this can come off passively sometimes too as it did with a past Ares child. Master Combatant - It is said no one is as well versed in combat as a spawn of Ares. Trinity is no exception to that stereotype, supernaturally so. S T R E N G T H S Willful/Resilient - Some call it stubbornness, persistence, ego, but Trinity is strong mentally too. In a lose, try again, fights not over until she's dead way and ‘I'm going to do what I want to do.’ Additionally, both physically and emotionally, Trinity proves to bounce back from difficult conditions. Pain Tolerance - Perhaps due to her powers or constant rough-housing, Trinity's pain tolerance is incredibly high. Motivated - Typically the furthest thing from lazy and unmotivated, she commits to a task at hand or finds one to do something until satisfactorily completed. W E A K N E S S E S Pride - Trinity takes a great amount of pride in who she is and her loved ones. To turn down a challenge or be spoken about poorly and do nothing is cowardice. A blow to her pride can have her thrown in the stickiest situations. Anger - Easy to goad and provoke, it's always just one layer underneath and Trinity is helpless to it. Emotional Recognition - She can see it in other people sometimes, but never herself. She identifies with anger and understands anger, but jealousy and sadness are foreign to her. Trinity doesn't understand why she feels certain other ways. __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Fierce .... | .... Avid .... | .... Protective .... | .... Temperamental H I S T O R Y Trinity was a firecracker from a young age. She had barbies like a normal girl but she used to make them fight and imitate wrestling moves and more often than not they would break and lose their plastic heads. And when family used to act out wrestling moves with her, throwing her around and dumping her on the couch, she absolutely loved it. There was no better excitement or louder giggly screech when she was a child. Then school happened and people were less endeared by how she played. Cops and Robbers would end in mercy cries and British Bulldog would end in tears. Trinity wasn't sure where it went wrong though, she wasn't a bully, just playing like the rest of them. Eventually, it got to that stage of calling her parents and that led to an intervention revealing the truth. Ares visited Trinity time-to-time, posing as a trainer primarily to make sure Trinity was in the shape he envisioned and fit enough to manage herself in fights. Even with the one-night stand and offspring complete, Trinity was blood, at risk of ruining his reputation. If she had become anything less: sluggish, lazy, unable to fight and defend herself, Ares would probably send intruders to demonstrate her peak performance and the worth of his services. So, Ares was thorough she stayed in shape and strong willed and she always was. As years progressed, however Ares lessened his visits. The next she saw of him was when she was 15 and Ares brought her to camp prematurely, because the sooner the better in his eyes, and she'd be better to test her true might with people that were and are, a little more sturdy. For years she's been attending the hazardous eventful camp and she's grown attached to it in a way. But she always juggled family as well and tried the likes of high school, although sitting in a classroom listening to math and literature explained couldn't grab her attention and her grades reflected that. Last year the war came. Many lives were lost, a few people left camp and that was her first real war. But she still measured the success by defeating the enemies and the survivors' perseverance. She is probably the least haunted by the events of the war. Not to say it came without stress, because it was highly stressful and somebody she cared about lost a limb he didn't have to lose, but...Trinity looks forward. That's the consequence and reality of war. __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #66356a ........ faceclaim . | . Teresa Palmer ........ creator . | . xNocturnax

Camp Athens - Closed

Hi guys,

Just thought I'd stop in OOC here to announce I'm one of the "original writers" for coordination/relation purposes if there's anyone wanting to play a returning demigod. Trinity is particularly seasoned. This universe is a love of mine so I look forward to this merge and getting back in action with you all.

The coding and whatnot may take a bit for me to figure out to reach easy on the eyes but I'll get there.