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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.

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~Deon Alexander~




"If you're gonna be the best, you have to take out the best."
~ Deon Alexander.


~General Information~


Name: Deon Alexander.
Nick-Names: D, Big Dog.
Sex/ Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty Years Old.
Place Of Origin: New York City, New York.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Eight - Ares.

Appearance - Twenty Years Old:



~Relationship Information~


Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Partner: Vander Pzypialkowski (the woman he knocked up).
Ex-Partner: He has had too many to remember.
Godly Parent: Ares - Aris; God of War.
Human Parent: Maya Alexander - Middle-class single parent that always did what she could.
Siblings: Elena Reese (Younger half-sister), Aella Stedford (Younger half-sister)
Legacy: Tyche - Goddess of fortune, chance, providence, fate, luck, success, and prosperity.
Pet/s: Though he doesn't consider it his dog, his mother has a pet German Shepherd named Frankie
Other: Simon Pzypialkowski - 2 year old son.

~Personal Information~


Personality:
Firstly, Deon is incredibly conceited and self-centered. His only priority is himself which he often-times refers to as "number one." He is incredibly boastful and cocky and appears to believe himself invincible, given his parentage of a god. He will stop at nothing to prove himself better than the rest in whatever he can, and when losing, he somehow twists his words to make himself the Victor in one way or another. He doesn't know how to lose.

In battle, whether it be verbal or physical, he is extremely cut-throat and merciless. Though he has never taken a life, his reputation of landing many people in the infirmary for months at a time has instilled fear in others for facing the proverbial beast. It has been noted by many that a literal fire takes place in his eyes when he has had a victory and in holding his weapon to their body where he very well could kill a person. This fire, coupled with a twisted, smug smile on his face is a thirst for warfare that he simply gets drunk off of, and had become addicted to. In many people's opinions, it is only a matter of time before he does kill, and steer clear of him in battle to keep from being his first.

He holds no remorse for those he injures while fighting in camp and on more than one occasion has attacked with a more powerful purpose than to simply injure or knock unconscious. It is said that Deon holds a certain, animalistic rage when he fights which has kept him champion in most games even when he was outmatched. He laughs at his pain, showing no weakness and many times others have often wondered if he is even human. Well... they were half-right.

His hardened exterior can be chipped away, though, when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman on too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a "bad boy."

When enticed, he can be quite charming and ever the smooth-talker. This, along with his bad boy nature, for some reason, always manages to have a handful of girls out for his attention and hanging off his arm.

Strengths:
Deon's strengths boil down to his physical body and prowess in battle. He has a higher amount of stamina and dexterity than most demigods, and can fight for hours at a time before he starts feeling drained. He has a small amount of control of when his second wind comes into play and even has third and (very rarely) fourth winds to keep him going.

Biography:
Deon grew up knowing that he was capable of great things. It seemed that right out of the womb, Deon's abilities began to showcase themselves, leaving his mother no other choice than to tell Deon at a very early age about his father. Deon took the information in stride, always running around the house chasing their cat at the time with a foam sword, screaming "I am the God of war!" He pretended to be Ares quite regularly, and though he had never met him, constantly asked his mother when he would be coming home.

Because of her son's special background, Maya remained single despite being still quite young and very attractive. She knew Deon was a handful and didn't want to bring anyone else down with her baggage, so Deon became her one and only.

Deon was only eight when the first monsters began to show. Amphisbaenas, empousas, and then finally harpies. The older he got, the more powerful the monsters that began to try and attack him became. For a while, Maya was able to defend her son against these monsters, but in an accident by a harpy who's claws nearly ripped his head from his young body, leaving the child with a mutilating scar from his brow to the top of his head, she decided to she could no longer protect him, and took him to Camp Half-Blood.

He was twelve when Deon first arrived, though for the first few years it was for the summer only - enough for the camp to teach him how to fight and defend himself for when he would return for the school year. It wasn't until he was fifteen did Deon even realize that it was because of the goddess Tyche that he was even still alive. Ares had known for quite some time that Deon was attracting monsters at a young age. Not wanting to get involved first hand, he instead sent the goddess to bless his son with her ability of luck, thus sparing his life from the harpy attack. Though he still has the scar, raw and mutilated as the day he got it, without Tyche he would certainly have died.

At fifteen, the camp strongly recommended that Deon start staying with them year-round, as the world outside only continued to become more and more dangerous for him. It took much more convincing on his mother's part than Deon's, as he was all she had, but she eventually agreed that it was for the best.

There have been a few times Deon has been allowed to return home to see his mother. It was during one of these visits he grew bored and went out to meet some girls. A few months later, Deon recieved a text from a girl he had hooked up with that she was pregnant. Deon became a father at the age of eighteen.

He doesn't see his kid very often, and isn't exactly interested in seeing him either. Like his father before him, he is distant by choice and blames it on the fact that he doesn't live in the same city as them, so it makes visits difficult. Most of the time, he even forgets he has a kid, but there are times when he remembers, he can't help but to wonder if his kid has inherited any of his abilities.

~Demigod Information~


Demigod Abilities:

Telumkinesis: As a son of the God of War, Deon has the potential to have a great amount of control over weapons, just like his father.

- Weapon Conjuration: Perhaps his most honed skill, Deon can transform a weapon into seemingly any handheld weapon conceivable, including a "huge" hunting knife, an aluminum baseball bat, a Late Medieval two-handed greatsword, and a shotgun.

- Weapon Transformation: Though much more difficult, Deon can also transform weapons into something far less threatening, like turning a gun into a plastic toy that shoots corks.

- Weapon Curses: Deon has very little experience in this field, but is hungry to learn anything and everything he can about it. He has only ever successfully cursed a weapon once - a pair of tweezers that whoever used it, ended up with twice as many hairs that had been plucked. He still hasn't figured out how to take the curse off.

- Disarmament: Deon has the ability to disarm an opponent of their weapon with a simple gesture, however it has only ever worked for him when his adrenaline has spiked to extreme levels that are rooted from fear.

- Weapon Omniscience: It was this ability that led Deon to believe that he wasn't normal. Upon touching a weapon, he learns of not only it's history, but somehow automatically learns how to use it.

Odikinesis: Still not able to control it as it only seems to happen when he is angry, Deon does possess the ability to control feelings and emotions of war (such as hate and rage), and can induce them in order to start fights.

- Battle Jitters: If he concentrates hard enough, Deon can cure someone of their "battle jitters" by simply making eye contact. However this ability is better and easier used by speaking to them.


~Weaponry Information~


Weapon/s: Inherited by his father, Deon has a significant amount of strength and dexterity, making him out to be quite the power house. And when wielding either Rigormortis or Heart Seeker, that strength shows significantly, striking terror into the hearts of his opponents.
Weapon/s Name: Rigormortis, Heart Seeker
Weapon/s Type: Sword, Spear
Attributes: None


~Other Information~


Other:
Deon smokes and never passes up an opportunity to get drunk off his ass even when expected to train that day. He also has connections within the camp of dealing and selling harder drugs which he usually then sells to others at a higher price. Though occasionally he will indulge. He is also known to sell these goods to women for sexual favors instead of money.

Deon uses a small pocket knife to transform into his main weapon - his sword Rigormortis. Thanks to his weapon manipulation ability, with a certain flick of the wrist, Rigormortis can then change into his spear, Heart Seeker.

~Theme Song~


Theme Song:
Don't Stop - Innerpartysystem


~Marcella Gates~




"Look, I know I'm skinny but I can eat two of these... and I will."
~ Marcel Gates.


~General Information~


Name: Marcella Gates.
Nick-Names: Marcel, Sin
Sex/ Gender: Female.
Age: Nineteen Years Old.
Place Of Origin: Los Angeles, California.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Thirteen - Hades.

Appearance - Nineteen Years Old:



~Relationship Information~


Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Homosexual.
Partner: None at this point in time.
Ex-Partner: Sarah Kerridge - Long distance relationships don't always work out.
Godly Parent: Hades - King of the Underworld.
Human Parent: Lilith Gates - Distant mother, more than likely a stripper or dealer. Had a different boyfriend every week.
Siblings: Erin Marie Chase (Half-Sister), Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother/ Camp Alumni), Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister/ Deceased), Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister/ Camp Alumni).
Legacy: Atë - Goddess of mischief, delusion, ruin, and folly.
Pet/s: Upon first arriving at camp when she was nearly seventeen, Hades gifted her with Bruce - an Egyptian Fruit Bat. Though Bruce does like a good belly rub and to be hand fed, he spends most of his time sleeping up in the cabin's rafters.

And just recently, Marcel (on her own) had a bit of an impulse buy and brought home Bacon to the Hades cabin. Bacon loves attention and cuddling, and Marcel is almost sure he thinks that he's human.


~Personal Information~


Personality:
First and foremost, Marcel is a drug addict. It doesn't matter what drugs, when or where, if it can get Marcel to quit feeling, she will take it without a moments hesitation, and then keep up on it to keep from getting sober. If ever in the off chance that she is sober, she becomes exceptionally irritable, and even violent, until she gets her next fix.

Marcel, by default, is a very private person who would prefer her own company rather than anyone else. Though she is far from shy, as she can contribute enough to a conversation when she needs to, she is an extreme introvert - not even liking to go outside much. She's a liar, having learned early on from her mother that telling the truth most times just wasn't an option. While these lies can range from simple, white lies to deep, entangled ones, it has become a regular part of her speech pattern. As an example, when someone asks her how she is, her immediate response would be "I'm fine." Though she is far from it. This also dips into her sarcastic side as well. Since telling the truth is exceptionally difficult for her, sometimes her answers come across as very dry and/or sarcastic, letting someone know that while she's not exactly lying, it's clear she doesn't want to talk about whatever subject it is.

Also tied to this is her way of manipulation. When asked about her drug problem, she will simply reply, "I have it under control" or "I can stop any time I want" basically ending the conversation right then and there without having to get into it. She shifts blame everywhere but herself, unable to cope with knowing that she and she alone has destroyed her life. Over the last year, her favorite subject to blame is her ex-girlfriend, Sarah, for making her the way she is. Though sometimes the blame does shift towards her father, Hades, or her negligent mother, Lilith.

She finds nothing wrong with the illegal acts she partakes in, both drug and criminal, and comes across as believing herself to be above the law. By this, it comes across as bravery - of not being afraid of getting into trouble or facing consequences, but anyone who is able to look her in the eye knows it better as cowardice.

Marcel is also fond of chaos. If things seem a little stale, it would not be beyond her to quietly steal a personable item from someone or set up a trap that guarantees someone else will be blamed for it. And because she is so quiet and recluse, not a single soul would even expect this side out of her while she sits back and just watches the events unfold. She has the Goddess, Ate to thank for this.

Strengths:
Marcel prefers to be more of a sidelines kind of person, however when faced in a situation where fighting is inevitable, she is quick, agile and resourceful.

Quick reflexes: Not having a whole lot of battle lore engrained into her brain like most campers, Marcel sticks to one weapon and one weapon only that she has developed near mastery levels of. Her twin blades, Prick and Barb, are always on her person, tucked into small straps on the inside of her combat boots. Her extremely quick reflexes almost always grant her the first hit, and though the blades themselves aren't very big or intimidating, Marcel attacks to severely injure or even kill. She has taken lives before, and she's not afraid to do it again. She believes that while on drugs, she is able to be faster, quicker, and all around better.

Artistic: Marcel has a very right-brained way of thinking, and often times expresses her inner self on either the walls of her bedroom, various canvases around her room, or on paper where she designs her own tattoo ideas.

Biography:
Marcel was born addicted to drugs.

Her mother, Lilith, didn't exactly have the best lifestyle. Being a bit of a drug addict herself, Lilith didn't stop her addictions even after discovering that she was pregnant with Hades' child. It was a difficult pregnancy, one that nearly killed Lilith in the process, but after giving birth to Marcella, it seemed that her "motherly" duties were finished.

Marcella got the most bare-bones upbringing any child would be able to survive. Though she lived with her mother, Lilith was much more like a teenage babysitter that would rather be on the phone, have sex with a new man every week, and do drugs, right in front of her like she wasn't even there. She got locked in her room a lot, as Lilith just didn't know what to do with a child, nor did she particularly want one, and Lilith made that very clear to Marcella almost daily when she'd scream at the child for ruining her life for existing.

She was left with strangers frequently while Lilith went out to indulge in her lifestyle, and in the very rare moments when it was just the two of them together, and Lilith was slowly coming down from whatever high she managed, she would tell Lilith of her father. She told her that he was a God - Hades. She would tell her of their passionate love affair that was over before it began. It wasn't until Marcella was thrown into school and began learning about the Greek Gods did she deem her mother simply crazy for such wild stories. She didn't know who her father was, and she didn't care. Hell, she hardly had a mother, just what the hell was a father? And just what the hell was a normal family, anyway?

So Marcella continued to grow up dysfunctional. She had friends that had normal lives, but it was like she was watching from the other side of glass - only able to observe, but never able to know it for herself. When she wasn't at school, she was either at home stealing her mothers drugs (having learned at a very early age how to use them) or out on the city getting into trouble. The first time she landed herself in juvenile hall was after getting caught in a break-in to her school. The police tried returning her home, but when her mother wasn't there, they kept her at the police station until Lilith came to pick her up. But instead of taking her home, Lilith signed the papers to admit her daughter into juvenile hall. She claimed it was so that it would straighten Marcella out, but Marcella knew that it was because she just didn't want her around, and it was like a free daycare service.

Marcella preferred juvie over her own home, anyway.

By the time she hit high school, Marcel (as she had dropped her full name a while ago because it felt too "soft") had already been in and out of juvenile hall thirteen times. She smoked, drank, got high - anything she could get her hands on which was rather easy because of the access she had to it at home, and her mother didn't seem to care. She was pierced, tattooed, and was making all sorts of wrong friends.

She eventually ended up with a girlfriend that was much more serious than any other relationship she had in the past. Sarah and Marcel met in their art class their very first year of high school at the age of fourteen. They dated seriously throughout high school, even through Marcel's brief disappearances to juvenile hall. It was when Marcel turned sixteen that things began to change.

Strange things began happening to Marcel. She would just be walking along the streets of LA when three cloaked, wrinkled old ladies would be carrying around a spool of blue yarn between them, seeming to follow a particular person. Then, they would cut the yarn with a strange (and very large) pair of shears, and then they were gone, but left behind was a very strange (and upsetting) smell of what Marcel could only describe as wet, old mold mixed with stale cat piss and maybe something a bit sulfury. Figuring it might have been some bad reaction to a new dose of drugs she was on, Marcel shook it off. But then when she was cornered at gunpoint by a small group of gang bangers looking for money and a good time...

It was as though she were watching herself in a movie. There was darkness. Shadows seemed to swallow up her attackers, and unexplained fear drove them away, shouting something about a fire woman. Confused, still coming off of her drugs, Marcel eventually passed out in the alley only to be picked up by the police short of a few minutes later. When Lilith bailed her out a few days later and brought her home, she went straight for the pills and was out cold not soon after. Marcel took the opportunity to start looking around the house - a lot of her mother's boyfriends liked to pick off of what little trinkets they had, and there was bound to be a stash of crack or heroine somewhere. Rummaging through an old cabinet, Marcel came across a pamphlet titled Camp Half-Blood. Flipping through it quickly, it seemed to be some sort of summer camp. Was Lilith really thinking about sending her away for good this time?

Then, one of her mother's "boyfriends" came home, and went straight for her. Figuring that he wanted to use her as a snuff for his cigarette again, or just slam her into a wall and call her trash as per usual, Marcel only flinched once but before he reached her, something change. His skin began to shift, and he began to make the most ungodly sound. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the fact she hadn't had anything proper to eat or had any sleep in the last few days. Either way, what looked like a large, mechanical bird took the place of where the man's body had been, it's razor sharp beak out for blood - her blood. Marcel still doesn't know how she managed it, but as one thing led to another and she was sent flying through the front window of their house and into the street by what she was later able to identify as a Stymphalian Bird, she quickly picked herself up, melted and killed the beast with some kind of fire, and ran. Maybe this summer camp wasn't exactly a bad idea?

So Marcel went to Camp Half-Blood, quickly understanding afterwards just what was happening to her, and that her father, like Lilith had said, was Lord Hades. She never sent her mother a single letter, phone call, text... nothing. Why would she? Lilith was just another body that occupied the house she grew up in. She did, however, keep in touch with her girlfriend, Sarah, and for two more years they were able to keep that relationship going. During those two years, Marcel did what she could to go and see Sarah. If she wasn't spending her summer in The Underworld with her father, than she was with Sarah. Things were going really well and Marcel even had thoughts of proposing to her, until one surprise visit to her girlfriend and she found her in bed with a man.

Marcel would tell you that she blacked out after that incident. But what really happened that night is something she would never forget. She developed a thirst for death. The very moment a person's soul leaves their eyes, dissipating into golden dust around her... it became like a second drug. But unlike her other drugs, she knew that this just wasn't something that should be okay, though she struggles with it almost every day. She has killed, and she liked it.

~Demigod Information~


Demigod Abilities:


Necromancy (limited): Unlike her father, Marcel has very limited abilities as far as what she can do with those who have since departed.

- Power Over the Undead: It has only happened once, and with someone as stone-cold as Marcel, even she was a bit freaked out by it. When extremely agitated, Marcel has the ability to call forth the dead to fight for her. In the one instance, she managed to reanimate skeletons that dug themselves out of "hell" and were not only loyal and obedient to her, but were quite a force to reckoned with. She was able to summon three before she freaked out and disbanded the control, leaving them lifeless once more and "fading" back into the earth. While spending time down in the Underworld, if the lost souls grate enough on her nerves, she also has the ability to silence them with a quick motion.

- Death Sense: Her most hated ability. Marcel considers being able to sense when a person is dying and when their soul is being judged in the underworld as a curse, and has gone to a few lengths to see if it can't be removed from her permanently. Being able to sense other people's life auras, while annoying, is still much better than being able to "smell" death on a person, and would much rather just have that.


Umbrakinesis: Marcel has some control over shadows and darkness, though in comparison to her father and half-sister, Erin, these abilities are almost laughable.

- Darkness Generation: She can use solid bolts of darkness as a secondary weapon, but it wouldn't be any more effective than throwing a small rock at someone. She is able to, however, surround enemies into pitch black clouds of lightless space for a very brief period of time - enough to make them start to panic a bit.

- Darkness Shields: Marcel can solidify shadows into a small sort of shield that can deflect most assailing attacks, however she wouldn't exactly put it up to the test of Zeus' thunderbolts just yet.

Dark Infernal Pyrokinesis: Marcel's favorite ability - the control over black hellfire, which is considerably more destructive than normal flames as it turns whatever it touches into liquid. She is able to conjure and control it through her hands and uses it's extreme heat to light her cigarettes or bongs (having liquefied many in the past while she was still learning to use it).

~Weaponry Information~


Weapon/s:
Weapon/s Name: Prick and Barb - together they are Hell's Scream.
Weapon/s Type: Twin daggers.
Attributes: None.


~Other Information~


Other:
Marcel keeps a small pair of sewing scissors in her back pocket at all times. When the two handles are twisted apart, they become her dual daggers, Prick and Barb - Hell's Scream.

Marcel has a wide variety of tattoos and piercings. Her earlobes are gauged to a size eight on each side. Her right ear has three different helix piercings that is gauged to a size ten, and her left ear has four of the same size. Her nostril is pierced on the right side with a closed hoop ring, and her septum is also pierced with the same kind of closed hoop ring. Her lip is pierced on the right side in a common snake bite fashion with an open hoop ring. Both her nipples are pierced as well as her navel on the lower portion. Her tongue is also pierced twice, with one on each side of her tongue.

Her tattoos consist of one, larger piece on her left ribcage, a small chest piece and a small skull hidden away in her right ear.

She also has her father's symbol on the inside of her left wrist.

~Theme Song~


Theme Song:
Dangerous and Moving - Tatu


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