xNocturnax

Camp Athens - Closed

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“Trinity.”

Him telling her off earned him a quick glance but she was standing by it. She hadn’t asked or done anything wrong.

However, watching and hearing Rae stutter and stumble over her words, Trinity would’ve thought she asked one of the hardest questions in the world or accused her of something outright. Trintiy winced slightly, the girl’s overdrive almost painful enough for Trinity to retract the question and play it off as a joke after all.

“Rae, it’s fine,” Wes tried to reassure and rescue. “Trinity is just protective. There have been some overly… forward girls at camp before. But she knows I’m loyal—” he spared a glance at her pointedly, “—and that we’re just friends. Right?” He gave her an expectant look.

Usually one to agree, the problem was, Wes was barking up the wrong tree right now. She was protective, there were overly forward girls, he was loyal, but she knew nothing about this girl. Did she wanna be just friends? So Trinity simply turned back to Rae, awaiting the answer.

“People change,” she finally landed on quietly. “High school was... a long time ago.”

Try again. That wasn’t an answer but maybe that Aphrodite thing threw her through some hoops. Or gave her an out. She supposed if she was met be any smug face and a proud yes that could be worse. But she decided to let it go for sanity reasons. Plus, Wes was trekking awfully close to being told to shush and let the red head answer for herself. That would only go down well. She wouldn’t mean it disrespectfully as much as to see if Rae could land on her own two feet.

“Yeah, no, I haven’t picked a cabin yet, so some help would be nice,” Rae admitted with a smile. “I’ve got a lot to learn, apparently.”

She crossed her arms, eyeing for her next activity to skip to when they wandered away and Wes filled her in on all the vital details.

“What about you? You can join us,” Wes offered, nodding his head toward direction of the board.

She smiled and raised her brows. Trinity wasn’t a fan of hovering around them and their reminiscing times evidently, and she was sure Rae wasn’t a fan of hers. “Tempting. But I’m good.”

“Can you give us just a minute?” he addressed Rae. Trinity sighed knowing what was coming. “Don’t go running off.”

Wes grabbed Trinity’s hand and led her a few feet away. “Uugh.” She threw her head back stomping behind him like a teenager.

“Hey,” he whispered, dipping his head to meet her reluctant steel gaze that was looking elsewhere. “Rae is just a friend. I’ve never slept with her, dated her, or kissed her. I could be the last man in the world and I’d only want you. I love you. Ok?” He laid a kiss on her forehead.

She sighed and would’ve rubbed her face if Andy hadn’t worked with her on make-up and hairstyle for a solid few minutes. Or an hour. “I know that. I really do. And I bet she’s a lovely girl, but…” a hand came and chopped down on her other and she exhaled through her nose. This was a party and not the time to appear in a domestic. Besides, she wasn’t sure Wes would get it. She always had later to try explain it.

Trinity could rarely refuse his soft insistent gaze. It always tended to melt her heart. However, in that moment, she wasn’t up for explaining herself, even when Wes knew there was more. “It’s fine. Just my own genes putting me in a bad mood,” she tried to simultaneously assure and dismiss the fuss. Glancing at Rae though, she couldn’t fight the next comment surging to the surface. “But seriously, she’s tiny. She better be good with her powers.” Realizing how that came off, and from her especially, Trinity looked back at Wes and continued. “And I don’t mean that as a threat. But in the same way I want you to be good with your abilities.” Because a one armed stud and small amber girl reeked of easy pickings via appearance.

Wes lingered waiting to part on a more assuring and better note. “I’m good,” she told him. She knew he wouldn’t do anything and Rae looked easy enough to pry off if she got any uncontrollable urges.

For both their benefits, it sufficed. He kissed her quickly. “Go have fun. I’ll be back in a jiff.” He smiled and winked at her.

Trinity smiled back and watched him return to Rae. Trinity perked up and tried a cheery reassuring smile to the red head, but the message didn’t quite reach her eyes. Instead, they conveyed her inner thoughts. A promised broken hand if she touched her man.

Well, all things considered she believed this warranted another trip back to the bar.

There was a man behind the bar now, pouring and peacocking drinks for more than his share, but he was efficient and seamless about it. While her brows furrowed slightly in confusion, she half admired the show and had to like the fact they had an unofficial, official bartender behind there.

Another man had picked up on his skills too. “Damn... where did you learn to serve like that?”

“Seriously, you’re a beast,” she added, coming up beside the man with a cigarette. It wasn’t a strategic choice for her as much as it seemed to hold the most space because of the way he stood. Better than cramming between some girls or being stuck at the end of the bar and forgotten when she wanted a drink anyway. With that, she flashed the red head male a quick smile. Because that’s what pleasant people did.

But onto business. “Alright, surprise me.” She put her hand up on the bar, palm open for a concoction of the bartender’s choice to slide her way. Which may have been dangerous but what harm could a drink do?

^{interactions ....|.... Wes, Rae, Baxter, Nate ............... mentions ....|.... Andy ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

^{#66356a ....|..... outfit .....|..... outskirts}

"Oh. Uh. Fire powers. So….Hephaestus? He didn’t exactly give me a welcome packet when we met so…."

Trinity found herself hanging onto her “so”. She doubted many of them got a welcome pack. Majority of demigods were chucked in the deep end unless you were the golden child. So what? Wes ended up confessing it was only a favorite child privilege after revealing she had a brother.

Likewise, Wes checked her after asking if he trained her for P.E and they could work on it anyway. In her mind she hadn’t done anything wrong and that’s how she looked at him. But Rae recalled a small disastrous memory that Wes added to fondly and it was forgotten.

“Guess I'm more useful in a workshop than a sparring ring. But hey, we all have our specialties, right?”

Or so she thought. There was some undertone she wasn’t fond of. Trinity pressed her tongue to her cheek. The daughter of Ares was speaking her own love language, trying to get Rae training and in better fighting condition but technically the daughter of Hephaestus wasn’t completely wrong. They needed supporters, healers, tinkerers, warriors, the versatile lot. Besides, some people had powers to run on. “Right,” she finally answered after a moment. She hoped Rae didn’t run out of fire. See how far usefulness in a workshop could get her when things went to shit in camp for the billionth time.

Her simple answer however could’ve been drowned out by Wes, dismissing it with a hand, oblivious and happy as ever. “I can’t fight for shit either. Well… I can throw a punch, but actual weapons and combat? Trinity keeps trying but I’m kind of useless.”

Trinity’s eyes flickered to him. “I can only try.” She thought she would’ve managed a smile for him but she couldn’t. Then her eyes were back on Rae. It was slowly coming together why the two might’ve got on so famously. They didn’t need to train. Combat and violence was primal and beneath them. They could rely on their powers that they didn’t need to better themselves. Things fell flawlessly at their laps. It wasn’t said but that’s where her mind took her. She always believed better and more peaceful options for Wes and now Rae was here.

“So, uh… who’s your divine sponsor?”

One quick sharp name was at the tip of her tongue but Wes got in first, rambling goofily again. Trinity already offered little but still, even she felt the less she said the better.

“Trinity’s a daughter of Ares, if her muscles and fixation on physical education didn’t give that away.”

She jerked her head back. She wouldn’t class herself fixated on phys ed. Maybe how personalities and powers shifted over to combat but that was all and not worth confessing.

"My mom’s Aphrodite. So I just, ya know, exist to be pretty or whatever.” Trinity reached across, squeezing his shoulder once comfortingly. “ Probably why you had a crush on me in the first place. The whole allure thing is… weird. I can’t really control it. So you could very well hate me, once you get used to it.” Her arm returned by her side.

“And do you still have a crush on him?” She asked unfiltered. Why should she tip-toe around it since Wes brought it up with such ease. No harm checking if that crush leaked into the present. It wasn’t going to make Trinity dislike or like Rae more and she wouldn’t be blamed. It was just a knee jerk reactive question.

Perhaps desperate to change topics or still in shock about her arrival, Wes spoke. “I can’t believe you’re here. Small world.” He laughed.

Trinity looked off. “Isn’t it just,” she muttered under her breath. Somewhere, she knew she should’ve been supportive. Somewhere, she knew nothing would transpire with Rae. Maybe it was the luxury they got from each other. Wes could cruise by in school and Rae got free companionship while that was never Trinity's way. She fought tooth and nail for a mere passing grade, if even that, and deterred people. And now here they were again. Both demigods. Both above training. Blasts from the pasts.

“Here, let me help you with that.” Trinity tracked his hand that grabbed her suitcase from her. “Did you need help finding a cabin? Or anything?”

She clapped her hands together, finding herself relieved at the concept of not being the third wheel a minute more. “Yes. You two probably have a lot of catching up to do. Lots of things to address.” She gestured to Wes’s missing arm. A perfect distracting topic.

“You should give her the full tour and really fill her in on camp,” she advised. There was no venom or sarcasm in her words, but genuine advice that hid a warning. People died and camp got invaded frequently enough. Training probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to increase their odds of survival but she’d let them figure that out.

^{interactions ....|.... Wes, Rae ............... mentions ....|.... none ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

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Trinity whipped around immediately to find Andy was perfectly content and calm dancing on the dancefloor. Not the reaction of someone who had just been pinched on the butt by a stray. Trinity turned back around to a retreating Mason. Oh, how original. Trinity couldn’t help it. Something took over. She scooped up some snow on the ground and shaped a nice icicle ball. He needed consequences. She hurled the snowball at the back of Mason’s head. Worth it for playing such a low trick. Anyone else and they would’ve got a weapon thrown at them instead.

She dusted her fingers off with a smug smile.

Then, of all people, Wes caused a commotion, yelling and hollering and sailing across the field to scoop up a girl in his arm with pure glee. Trinity’s brows pinched together for a second, confused. The who, what, when, whys and hows went rampant in her head. She started towards the reunion slowly, one foot dragging in front of the other until she closed her eyes and took in a breath. No she wasn’t going to bother. Find something else.

She looked around for another direction or thing to do but by the time she decided, the decision was made for her. Wes approached her with his new friend in tow that he all but dragged along. "Rae, this is my girlfriend, Trinity." He was beaming. The red head in front of her was small in build and looked a little doe-eyed but she was pretty. Easily snappable. "I know, I know. Crazy that I settled down. But it was more her than me. " He leant to Rae like she was in the know. "You know how obsessive I can be when I see something I like."

Trinity wrinkled her nose. Apparently they had a bit of history for her to know him well.

"And Trinity, this is Rae. We went to High School together. She helped me not flunk out… a lot."

She hoped, even prayed for a second, they weren’t the kind to boast about past adventures because she could only imagine the things Wes did in his past, much more high school with his womanizer reputation and Aphrodite genes.

"She also had a huge crush on me." Wes laughed it off while Trinity’s jaw tensed.

Of course girls pining after Wesley wasn’t mind blowing news but it was still off putting news. She caught herself relatively quickly and told herself not to be stand offish. What departed in place was some tense quiet laughter, trying to join in on the light-heartedness of it all for his benefit. But acting wasn’t her forte.

"It was probably the whole allure thing. Tends to make people a bit loopy." Rae didn’t look exactly loopy but what you see verse what you get could be different.

Trinity smiled forcibly now that Wes was sort of done talking. “How ya doing, Rae?” She held out a hand for a firm shake.

Trinity gestured to camp. “So, you’re here. What’s your specialty? ‘Nother kid of Ares, Eris maybe?” Did Wes even know because she kinda cared more about how the girl would handle herself in battle opposed to crushing on him along with a hundred other girls in school. At least her parentage would be more of a tell than that.

“But high school. That’s cool. Did he help you with Phys ed in turn? Train some muscle up or something?” she asked genuinely. It would only be fair if she scratched his back, he scratched hers. Then again, in some universes being pretty was enough. “We can work on it,” she assured regardless. Rae was frighteningly skin and bones in a place like this.

^{interactions ....|....Mason, Wes, Rae ............... mentions ....|.... none ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

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The suggestion of Mason on appearance wasn’t the worse blind hunch to have. Only knowing how reclusive he was eliminated him in Evelyn’s mind. The catch was, that seemed a big part of his personality.

They were having fun. It was such an easy and silly conversation. While Wes laughed hysterically and Elysium withdrew his hunch on their reactions, she stiffened, feeling a hand land on the small of her back accompanied by a familiar voice as electricity shot up her spine. She thought he’d keep brushing by, but he lingered nearby instead, stroking her bare skin subtly, using the shelter of his own body and others nearby. She did her best not to look at him or pull his hand away, in fear the movement might’ve drawn too much attention. Evelyn would have much rather their physical interests in one another remain private and him not fluster her mid-converse.

If he had just not touched her, it wouldn’t be a problem in the first place. But he had other ideas, naturally.

"You look ravishing," he whispered in such a way that another thrill shot through her. She was only surprised she kept the gooseflesh at bay but it was growing harder to focus on the men she wanted to focus on.

However, Sylas was a man of purpose. Evelyn gave a quick glance at him in the corner of her eyes. Simply checking the man next to her. “Stop it,” she barely muttered aloud behind a finger that stroked her lips. But she wasn’t sure if that’s what she really wanted. Nor did she want Sylas to really hear the request.

Regardless if he heard or not, his touch seized which Evelyn almost instantly missed and he was on his way again with a full glass. "I’ll see you at midnight."

Her eyes trailed after him with a spike in her heart rate and anxiety in her head. There was no telling what that was supposed to mean other than the obvious. But what for? The popular but unbacked logistics custom of a New Year’s kiss? He hadn’t turned into a fool. Evelyn ran her fingers through her hair. Predicting Sylas was something she shouldn't have bothered to do.

Now where were they….? Elysium not getting to play his games but still wishing Mason the best. Technically it wasn’t too late to return to said yard games. “Sorry that didn’t quite work out,” she offered again. Though she really ought to stop apologizing for things that weren’t her actual fault or cause for apology. She had never apologized so much, especially in the span of one night to one man.

She opened her mouth to suggest Elysium grab some people that gathered nearby at the bar and start the game again, but Wes said a name uncertainly out of the blue. He must’ve really been looking for this leader. Then it rapidly evolved, he shouted out and broke into a sprint with wild excitement as he rushed towards someone. Evelyn laughed lightly at the sight. Such a genuine, unrestrained reaction.

When her eyes shifted back to Elysium with a ready smile, somebody had already slipped beside him and grabbed his drink. “This place is crazy,” she began as her opener. Evelyn witnessed her recognize that the drink she naturally reached for wasn’t hers and apologize while she told of the recent overwhelming discovery of camp and other demigods. Evelyn was slightly skeptical, but she also wasn’t the one being addressed. Again.

Evelyn only waited so as not to leave Elysium without word. She placed a hand on his arm to get his attention briefly and mentally wish him good luck. “You’re bad luck for me it seems.” She gave a tight smile and wandered further along the bar.

Fittingly enough, she had idly finished her drink too as this all went on.

She supposed the one called Lily spared Elysium in a way. Soon enough Evelyn probably would’ve begun her questioning that some people found repelling.

Where she turned the Carmichaels were offering shots. Though it seemed either near Elysium or women themselves didn’t see her, she tried, raising her hand as she leaned against the bar. “Here!” For the love of god please.

She flashed a wry smile at Veronica. She didn’t plan to add to part of the potential hungover numbers but she had had a lousy run at this party thus far. Between Sylas prowling and her being apparently hard to see...Being ignored by Blair might drive her to take the bottle for herself. But at least it might've proved a theory right. Either she was being ignored around good looking tanned men or she had her own curse on her.

When they were all lined up and ready in sync, Evelyn licked the salt, knocked back the tequila and sucked on the lime. She grimaced and shuddered still before discarding her lime. She wasn't there to stay and chat as much as inspired to take a shot in a more socially acceptable way. She raised the empty glass to her fellow shoters and left the busy bar.

^{interactions ....|....Elysium, Wes, Sylas, Blair ............... mentions ....|.... Mason, Lily, Lochlan, Veronica ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

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Wes’s guaranteed list, albeit sad, was entirely accurate. Evelyn simply drank in lack of objection to offer.

Having heard Elysium’s confusion, Evelyn couldn’t believe she worked under the assumption he knew, or rather whoever took to touring him would fill him in on a relatively important disclaimer; that there’d be intense training for them all tomorrow. Jetlag and their travel fatigue be damned. While Evelyn was obedient to the gods, she still knew they weren’t the gentlest and it didn’t mean she agreed with them.

“Be nice, Ev. You’re scaring the newbie.”

“Says the one who guaranteed madness,” she chimed quietly. Well, he had said drunks, sexual activity and fights, so all around a lack of impulse control, she just rounded it to madness.

“Before all you fresh faces showed up we got a message from the Gods warning us that you all were coming. They also told us we have a new leader, presumably mingling somewhere in this crowd, and—how was it worded?—rigorous training?” Wes mercifully caught Elysium up.

Evelyn gave a single nod for confirmation to Wes. “Sorry,” she offered Elysium while she winced as the error was foolish and almost painful for her.

Wes meanwhile seemed unphased by the prospect. “Training always sucks. Nick had us spar random opponents, Ajax… What did Ajax have us do?” Throw the camp in disarray, not lead correctly? “I feel like we did a lot of capture the flag.”

She thought an older camper had exercised that but she couldn’t correctly recall.

“We know nothing about this new leader, who they are or who their parent is… But I predict a rude awakening tomorrow.”

Evelyn shot her eyes downcast, not being included in the unknown leader wonder. “As long as we’re all in agreement about what’s in store for tomorrow.” She toasted the air and looked at Elysium expectantly for his own agreeance or not. Maybe he thought the gods made light of their word selection?

“Any guess who it is?” Wes resumed, back on the leader.

Every prompt felt like he tested to see if Evelyn would give up River. Not that it was that big a deal. His leadership would come to light soon enough anyway, and she was sure he wouldn’t particularly care but…She sought him out in the crowd to find him by the bonfire, with two others for company. She didn’t want him to be barraged. Wes didn’t seem the type, neither did Elysium but in camp once one lip got loose, it tended to spread like wildfire.

“Maybe it’s actually Elysium this whole time?” She suggested, teasingly. “He’s just been playing it very cool, letting us say our opinions first.” She smiled at him. An incognito leader wouldn't have been a bad approach though having paid it some mind.

As deflecting as it was, she couldn’t allow herself to sit on an idiotic suggestion. “No, you’re too lovely to be leader here.” She cast her gaze into her orange and red cocktail that she cupped. “As are you.” Her index finger left her glass to point to Wes, her feedback meant as a compliment. To be a successful camp leader and pull the rowdy bunch in line you had to be at least a bit of an asshole, demanding and imposing. At least that’s what she imagined. “And I don't have the commanding presence for it,” she added for good measure, in case they thought she was just discrediting them as leaders and offending their abilities.

^{interactions ....|....Elysium, Wes ............... mentions ....|.... River, Ocean, Marlen ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Noct's Junkyard

Remodelled CS sheets because yuck.

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, 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

Evelyn Masters

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. A B I L I T I E S nocikinesis/nerve manipulation - She can manipulate nerves and the nervous system. While it stems to an outstanding number of applications, Evelyn mostly uses it to induce pain, suppress it, calm nerves or amplify them. opinokinesis/ sense manipulation - Evelyn possesses the ability to manipulate the physical senses of others or herself. The senses can be enhanced, reduced, or removed. Mostly she doesn't choose to remove things permanently and can only achieve any effect upon physical contact. curses & blessings - Whether it be on objects or people directly, Nemesis' children can cast curses or blessings. This too can cover an array of things. Evelyn utilizes such power. luck manipulation - The power of luck is often undersold, and Evelyn can do such things to varying degrees although she feels the rest of her powers can tip this sort of scale themselves so does not actively use it often. S T R E N G T H S strength - What's their strength? strength - A point of excellence strength - now another W E A K N E S S E S weakness 1 - tell us all about it weakness 2 - you know there's more trait - one more weakness. Gotta keep it even __________________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Observant .... | .... Zealous .... | .... Inquisitive .... | .... Calculative H I S T O R Y Evelyn came from a pleasant family environment, being an only child to a single father who took full responsibility for her and would describe her childhood as normal too. She was always a quick learner and from a young age told the truth of her origins, which was for the best she feels. It gave her more understanding of herself, her powers and potential to bloom. However, as most do, at 16 having the power of a God/Goddess in her veins did stroke her ego and was a constant fight with temptation. And with the power of the gods, a little application can be majorly altering among mortals. In Evelyn's case, she wanted to thank her father for looking after her all the years without complaint. He was loyal, brave, strong, uncorrupted by society and temptation; a true role model to rights and wrongs. She won him the lottery to set them up for years. He was ecstatic, his happiness contagious, so even though it didn't sit right at her core, she couldn't tell him she tampered with luck. Greed took a rapid hold of her idol. Gambling became a hobby that evolved into an addiction, consuming his days and money. Thus, Evelyn often debates if she created the monster or it was always lurking under the surface. **Nemesis invite/camp invite** __________________________________________________________________________________ hexcode . | . #ffc300 ........ faceclaim . | . Sophie Turner ........ creator . | . xNocturnax

Camp Athens - Closed

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“I know!” Trinity’s eyes widened at his tone. Not startled but surprised and ready for it to escalate potentially. “I know,” he repeated with more composure. Trinity mimicked his calm down subconsciously, shoulders slackening slightly. “Don’t compare me to him.”

A hard line seemed to be drawn. Apparently, she dared to venture it upset Mason deeply to be in context with Ajax like that. Good.

“I can acknowledge I’m faulty. Big time. But me and him don’t even belong in the same sentence like that.”

Trinity watched Mason frisk himself frantically, probably for one his twigs. Mason didn’t exactly keep his dislike for the Valises under wraps. She could see how being compared to a person you hated would boil someone’s blood. Trinity opened her mouth to respond. Something like ‘well be mountains apart from him in the boyfriend department then’

But the show was over and something new came over Mason. “Does Andy think I’m the same?”

She crossed her arms and shrugged. A big part of her wanted to answer with a blunt yes but that wasn’t quite true and she didn’t want to give him false information. “It’s similar circumstances,” she emphasized for his precious ego. Trinity even left out that’s what Andy thought because she paraphrased. Andy had asked her if she was falling into the same situation but Trinity didn’t leave any gray area for Mason.

Trinity had been pretty hard on him. Rightfully so. But she was able to find a nice medium to keep conversation going. More like say her piece but all the same to her.

“I want to. I mean I’m trying but I don’t even know if I can hug her or kiss her… or just give her space. If you know what she wants me to do, tell me. Please. Because I’m lost.”

A brow quirked up. Now he wanted to use manners and be vulnerable..ish. She let him stew on it before it was her turn to sigh. No she didn’t know what Andy wanted him to do. “There’s no Andy rulebook,” she told him bluntly. Watching him at a total loss was too sad a show. Why was she so soft on her friends? “But, not much is accomplished by silence and distance.” Trinity wasn’t recommending he go scoop her up in his arms and kiss her passionately but hopefully he could read between the lines. “You don’t have to take a backseat. Show some backbone.” She hit his shoulder.

That was around the time she got distracted by his look.

He gave a sarcastic laugh before answering. “None of what the self-nominated camp counsellor recommended said dress like this. I don’t need his advice or 'recommendations' anyway.” He even scoffed, looking off in some distance.

Trinity narrowed her eyes. “Easy,” she warned Mason, her own tone getting prickly.

“None of it's his business.” Mason resumed. “Or yours.”

Trinity pulled a face and nodded her head side to side. Hard to believe but he had a semi point. “True. Except when you see someone you adore in turmoil, you’re not gonna just sit by. At least I’m not going to.” It would be nice if Mason could step up for those he loved from time to time and put his neck out a little.

Mason gestured to an area and Trinity turned her head with him to spot Wes by cornhole. She smiled initially. “Shouldn't he be more focused on his relationship with you and the lack of arm?” The smile dispersed, unsure if that should bother her.

“Hmm well...” Before some off-handed train of thought could develop Mason continued.

“Or has he been too focused on Alex leaving?”

Trinity’s eyes hardened again. Wes and Alex did have a close relationship and it did bug her at times. “I would hope not,” she said through her teeth at the unwarranted thought. She took a breath to compose herself and continued. “I’ve asked and tried to be the sympathetic partner, because they were friends but he seems okay.”

All the inflections and snark from Mason seemed familiar and before she could pry just what his problem was with Wes now – why he reserved that Valis snark for him —

“You both look great.” Blair waltzed towards them in something that barely qualified as clothes. Trinity looked off and sighed through her nose, having to pause her grilling, otherwise she might’ve taken the compliment more on board. “Especially you, Mason.” The brunette’s eyes all but devoured him.

Now, Mason wasn’t Trinity’s, but there was still a deep urge to push Blair away or step up to her intimidatingly. You didn’t eye another girl’s guy like he was dessert openly.

“I know, I know. ‘Never gonna happen’. Look, the whole camp knows there’s trouble in paradise, and who am I to get in the way of true love?”

Trinity squinted waiting for the catch. To her knowledge Blair had backed off Wes relatively quickly but there had to be a but. Blair didn’t seem the kind to sweep it aside nobly.

“But if that—” she twinkled her fingers towards the bar. Towards Andy. “—falls through, my bed is always open.”

There it was. While unusually quiet, she let it be their interactions and see how he dealt with Blair on the prowl. Not to say if things got touchy or distasteful she wouldn’t get involved.

“Anyway, toodles!”

Trinity raised a hand lazily as a half-assed wave goodbye. She looked at Mason and scoffed. Blair really left little to the imagination. Visually and circumstantially.

“Anyway,” she began, trying not to let Blair's showing up deter her. Or him. “What’s your problem with Wesley?”

^{interactions ....|....Mason, Blair ............... mentions ....|.... Andy, Wes ............... collabs ....|.... none}

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^{#ffc300 ....|..... outfit .....|..... Cornhole/Ladderball > Bar}

She smiled and nodded once at praise received for her shot. Her suggestion of teams to get the game going earned her a comment from Wes. “I see how it is. You don’t want the cripple on your team slowing you down.”

She laughed softly. “We might even the scores out, but I don’t know if I can risk it,” she teased back. Though perhaps that was in poor taste among a group who didn’t know she didn’t actually care about winning.

However, the picture became painfully obvious when another demigod approached, as did, what must have been, the daughter of Aphrodite’s character. Suddenly the idea of the whole game was lame to her when the darker skinned male arrived, and even the likes of Elysium and Wes no longer existed or became on her appease list. Additionally, the new fellow was no better.

On one hand it was admirable to be unapologetic for what you wanted but it was also a very shallow immediate want and both were completely stripped of common courtesy. Fortifying that was a bag levitating in the air that then flew straight through the hole. She checked quickly between Wes and Elysium if they were equally as disturbed by whatever was unfolding nearby. It seemed they had a shared response. Though Wes was proving more open about his disgust.

Thankfully, there were more than a few distractions occurring. It was still the early hours of the party or so she perceived, maybe the alcohol had carried some time, but she spied a few disputes. Subtle ones and less subtle ones. No less fueled by raw emotion though. She even caught Sylas by Sloane. She didn’t see much of any one interaction, the closest converse proving hard to block out, but whenever Sylas and Sloane got together, it didn’t exude love, respect or kindness. Then there were the trials of each of the Astors, exposing the threat they perceived in one another.

Chariselle and Azariah's exchange drifted to the forefront again. She desperately wanted one of the boys to initiate their own conversation or physically block them out with their bodies because the unabashed pair were sticking out their chests ridiculously. 'Look what I can do, actually I'm the prize, you better work for it.' Things that made even Evelyn struggle not to grimace or roll her eyes at.

“You want to chase me? That’s step one, girl.”

Evelyn covered her mouth to stop a protest from erupting from her mouth. If somebody flirted with her and then addressed her as girl, it would yank her from the moment. Not that Azariah or Chariselle ever had anything deep or sincere at this rate.

“Why chase when what I have is on offer? I’m new to this camp and I assume you are as well. Perhaps we can help each other and benefit from one another's efforts. From what I have heard so far, there’s lots to enjoy here and plenty of drama to feed any rumor mill for years.”

“Rumors… That’ll be fun.”

Did they have any awareness how close they were and what they were admitting to out loud? Any chance or appeal with Wes, herself and Elysium launched into oblivion and now they all knew what drama leeches they were. They didn't just have shallow needs, they were shallow people. Usually Evelyn was interested in getting to know the demigods but those two put themselves in neon light warning signs.

“This party is awfully boring, don’t you think?”

“How would you know? You’ve been here 2 seconds and stared at her tits for most of it,” Wes retorted.

Evelyn's eyes widened. Certainly, she may have had the same knee-jerk reaction but she didn't speak it like Wes did. She didn't think he was so confrontational. They must have struck him the wrong way.

The two voted on leaving mercifully and everybody seemed glad for it. Openly expressing it once again was Wes. “Oh thank the Gods! Please, go. You have my blessing. I hope it is wildly unsatisfying.”

An amused smile flickered on her lips when it shouldn't have. It was just wishing somebody a bad experience was extremely precise and targeted, and such an undercredited ill wish. If Evelyn was feeling petty enough she might've even cursed them for a bad time. Not that they didn't ask for it.

“It seems like we are a trio,” Elysium announced pleasantly, calm and level as ever. Evelyn smiled warmly, matching him. “Either we can play, you two against me, or we can go get something to drink?”

“I’m fine to still play… But I do need a drink after all—” Wes motioned to where the unpleasant couple had been “—that. Or a lobotomy. One of you wouldn’t happen to have an ice pick?”

Evelyn pursed her lips and shook her head deliberately slow. “Fresh out.” Then she flashed a smile before nodding to the bar. “I'm also in favor of a drink currently.” Evelyn finished what remained in her cup quickly. There was no pressure but she didn't want to clutter her space and needed to shake that encounter.

She travelled towards the bar, glancing at Elysium. “I hope it's not always this hard to get someone to participate in games with you.” Because that had become a task and a half. Typically, Evelyn didn't joke as much but something about the two men put her at ease. Wes oozed comfort and Elysium radiated safety.

The two combined with their passive skills could make a high-dopamine cocktail. She imagined how easy it would be to get wrapped up in the company that was easy to be around and offered base levels of security seamlessly. It was a bizarre effect. But incredibly appealing. After all, what person didn't want to have their basic needs met effortlessly? Evelyn only hoped it didn't take too much of a hold of her. But she did allow herself to enjoy it in the meantime.

Evelyn threw her cup in the bin and wandered around the bar to craft her own concoction. Juice, grenadine, tequila. “So, what are our predictions for tomorrow?” She asked, landing on a tequila sunrise. It wasn't very wintery themed or extravagant but it added nice colors to the environment and bar top.

Her eyes scanned the party. Most seemed to be drinking sensibly but it was New Year's Eve, a holiday where the rate notoriously increased. Countering that was the training tomorrow however, whatever that may be. “I think a few impulsive hangovers and...” her fingers tapped the bench in thought. She couldn't say she knew River in her brief encounter. But if the gods elected him as leader and advertised training as rigorous. “Challenges I'm sure I can't even comprehend. But I'm sure they'll see to it we're all sore and sorry for our time off and vacations.” And that included Elysium and the other new attendees, daring not to have encountered camp earlier, though they mightn't have even heard of it until late.

She walked back around and sat on a stool getting comfortable at the bar for now. She dipped a straw in her drink and took a sip. Her topic and predictions for training inadvertently brought up the question of whether River was crafting and dictating the training or simply enforcing it.

^{interactions ....|....Elysium, Wes ............... mentions ....|.... Sylas, Sloane, Chariselle, Azariah, River ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

^{#66356a ....|..... outfit .....|..... party/bar > outskirts}

“Should we go say hi?” Andy asked in regards to the next guy that showed up and waved at them. Literally the next guy. With a plate of cookies.

Trinity took a beat stumped by the gesture to bring his own made food. She always kicked back and let the magic do it. But before she could answer for them or wave Andy on, Evelyn had pleasantries under control. From there it was like rush hour, people coming and going.

Trinity raised her glass to those that acknowledged them and even smiled at the praise Andy received. A hint of pride even took over as Heath praised Andy’s leadership, although it did sound a little farewell-y for her taste. Like they were going to roll over and just let this new person boogey in to be a leader. Trinity threw her head towards Andy when Heath questioned the weather mystery.

For depressing undertones, she mentally poured the next set of shots to.

Someone swooped down on drink number three meant for Andy, and she just caught a few of those significant features, the cut, hairstyle, and jawline, to not aggressively barge back into the thief. Trinity knocked the pairing drink back, shaking her head to herself. “Wesley,” she growled. She only told him off because she was notoriously aggressive and he literally stole from her and had it been anyone else, they’d be eating snow.

When Wes turned her around, she had banter at the ready but he and his black top and skinny jeans gave her pause and made her look him over. His pecs, shoulders and those defined legs…every solid muscle was taut under his well-fitted clothes.

"Hey there, sexy," She had missed his enjoyable gaze because her own eyes had been too busy checking him out. "I have a girlfriend, but I won’t tell her if you won’t."

She smirked at his feedback. “You only have one. She’s just remodeled for the night.”

Before she could comment more, he leaned in to kiss her. While she tilted her head up to meet him she expected something modest and quick at a party, but he lingered and had an extra little fire in his lips. Startled at first, Trinity became easily swayed by Wes’s mouth and met his fever.

That made half a mission successful or at least she was off to a promising start. She looked at Andy half dazed. Was that the power of dressing up? Maybe Wes really would owe her one. He was saying something to the others but she didn't really catch what.

He slipped behind her and pulled her to him. "Don’t get too drunk. I have every intention of seeing these clothes on the floor tonight." Wes whispered in her ear. Trinity felt heat rush to her cheeks then he slapped her behind causing her to jolt. She leant on the bar for support she didn’t know she needed, eyes following after him.

All this time and all those rounds and she still wanted to jump him. But like Andy and her talked about, she didn’t think she had ever actively seduced Wes. As a woman it was on the bucket list and tonight was a mighty good start to be that night.

About to announce her plans to Andy, Mason approached. Trinity did a double take. Mason!? In fancy attire and all.

“Andy. You look breathtaking.”

For you, you jackass. Trinity span around front facing the bar. Although, he must have made some effort too.

Trinity glared at him in the corner of her eye. Well, he blew her plans to smithereens. "And that’s my cue."

Andy approached him first and she fixed her gaze forward, taking the time to admire and contemplate the wide variety of available drinks. What would be her go to today? “Heath, you got a poison?” She would slide his drink or bottle of choice right down to him if he made a request.

When Andy left and was well out of earshot, content in other company, Trinity began. “You. Me. Talk.” She snapped her fingers and pointed in another direction. In case he missed it, she wasn’t asking.

She grabbed a bottle of whatever and left the bar. Unfortunately it was a bit of a hotspot. As she travelled, she saw Rocco zip past her legs. Why was he at a party? He shouldn’t be around drunken idiots not to mention how physical parties got these days. She closed her eyes and recomposed herself. Not her problem. The rule was simple. Whoever so much as accidentally stepped on that puppy’s paws would have their nose broken to even things out.

She continued on and gave Mason the mercy of drawing him to the outskirts of the party then cut him off by stepping in front of him. “Whatcha doing Romeo?” Trinity threw her arms out to the side. As far as Trinity was concerned, he had the girl on a platter and simple instructions to treat her well. Whatever happened in the hall was not exactly that, not to mention how they’ve been since the box.

“You need to shape up.” She kept her voice hushed but stern. “Andy deserves better from you. She needs better from you. If you’re not gonna step up to the plate and keep treating her like she’s alone or expendable then you need to leave her alone. You don’t get to do this Hades brooding bullshit. Last thing she needs is to feel like she’s dating Ajax again.” Or to feel how Ajax made her feel again which was a painful show.

Trinity sighed and rubbed her forehead. Mason was her friend too and she didn’t want to grill him to oblivion but Andy was her priority. “Look, obviously you’re doing something.” She gestured up and down his clothes, throwing him a bone. “But you need to make it up to her tenfold.”

It was going to end there. She swore it was. But she couldn’t get over his formal outfit. “Did Wes recommend?”

^{interactions ....|.... Andy, Wes, Heath, Mason ............... mentions ....|.... Elysium, Rocco, Evelyn ............... collabs ....|.... none}

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^{#ffc300 ....|..... outfit .....|..... Party/Cornhole}

Though fleeting contact, Evelyn was able to feel the warmth and smoothness of his hand and that sensation radiated through Elysium’s whole demeanor. Even his name was an ideal place of comfort. But the strangest thing was, Evelyn wasn’t a ‘sensations’ person, she didn’t go off how someone felt but Elysium struck her as an aura and energy.

None of her wonder was long lasting as another arrived on scene. Evelyn saw the reflective outfit and figure before the face. It was the same tunnel visioned girl that Sylas had elected to escort around, dressed to turn heads. While her eyes unwillingly lingered on the girl, it was transparent Chariselle paid no acknowledgement to Evelyn and only wanted to address and be addressed by Elysium. There was of course one part of her that wanted to challenge her entire lack of existence but without knowing enough, it was better not to.

She gave a tense smile to Elysium who was naturally inclusive in his language. For now she’d not get in the blonde’s simple way or cause any problems. "So…So we just need one more person or you guys can team up against me if you want to." He concluded.

Evelyn opened her mouth to excuse herself from the game and suggest a one verse one. She was sure it could translate over well-enough. Then they could get to know each other and Evelyn could learn about them in turn. But Wes appeared, enthusiastic to be the final player. "Hell yeah, cornhole. Did I just hear there’s room for a fourth?"

Evelyn smiled back at Wes. He was handsome, very handsome in fact, and it was easy to return his smile so genuinely…

But he was a bother because now she didn’t have as much heart to leave the game. She averted her gaze for another escape route to find the eyes of Sylas lingering on her instead. She checked over her shoulder in case his eyes had been somewhere more shiny and she was only fortunate to have met his gaze in time. The raise of his glass to her however suggested otherwise and she smiled. She gave a small curtsy to him for the regards. Between Andy’s compliment and Sylas’s look she felt pretty good.

“I might be better suited to a spectator,” she picked up her previous train of thought with the group. Evelyn grabbed up one of the bags curiously, testing its weight and feel, then tossed it for a trial throw. The bag sunk through the hole. “Maybe I have the aptitude for it.” She shrugged softly, though she was mildly impressed. Her eyes darted to Wes. She didn’t know if he knew her parentage. It wasn’t something she advertised much but if he did maybe she expected an outcry that she was a cheat and used luck of some sort. Or maybe it was all fine.

“Boys versus girls then?” She suggested regardless and trailed to the further side and retrieved the red bag she had just thrown. She’d let the game begin officially with Elysium’s say so.

No matter the teammate or who ended up on her end, who threw atrociously or what, Evelyn was ready. A coordination test. A slice of luck. This could be a telling game. Not as telling as cards which might've been the next game on the schedule if they were keen for it. She’d have to backlog the idea for now. Anything could happen at a Camp Athens party after all.

^{interactions ....|....Elysium, Chariselle, Wes ............... mentions ....|.... Sylas ............... collabs ....|.... none}

Camp Athens - Closed

Well, I called it xD Haha But it’s what I get for dicking around on a decision.

Also meant to thank your post Savant not haha but there’s a 30 second rule.

Camp Athens - Closed

Yeah, but with my luck these days I wouldn't be surprised if I saved my post, refreshed, saw nothing then someone else posted at the same time or some character has been booked for a collab. Thankfully an edit button exists xD

I'm gonna be annoying and say that's up to you entirely.

Hider

I know a lot of people are taken with Elysium and wanna meet and greet and such. I don't wanna bank up the interactions line. That said, I think it could make for an interesting collab. I can imagine Evelyn would be intrigued by him because of his differences (mainly that he's a good vibe dude, and hey he's easy on the eyes) That's my unhelpful thoughts aloud.