YoshiSkittlez

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis

Location:Sky Lakes Medical Center.
^{Interacting With: Cassandra Arvanitis (@Caits) and Seraphina Astarte (@Vicier).}

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Knowing he might regret listening to the voicemail Seraphina left behind for him, as it would only be a distraction, the Angel raised his phone up to his ear, letting the message play out. The more he listened, the more color drained from his face. Something had happened - something absolutely terrible. And she was screaming. She needed him. What if...

”Dad? What is it?”

His daughter's unexpected voice nearly had him dropping his phone from surprise. He fumbled with the phone, cutting off the voicemail and hastily stuffed his phone back into his pockets.

"Cassie... listen to me. I need you to fill in for me for a while, okay?" He looked her over. Technically what he was asking her to do was illegal - but most everyone at the hospital knew who she was; knew that she studied under her father. He just hoped that no one would think twice about allowing her to check a temperature here and there and file some medical reports without him around. Not that he was going to tell anyone that he would be leaving.

”Daddy?”

He turned his body fully towards his daughter and got down on one knee, putting both hands on her forearms and looked up at her over the tops of his glasses.

"Something has come up and I have to go take care of it. So while I'm gone, I need you to take Sebastian's paperwork to the help desk counter and let them know that he has been released and that his parents need to be notified. In the notes section, I need yo to put that he is excused from school today and tomorrow and needs plenty of rest and water - no exciting activities. Prescribe him a two week supply of pain killers - you know how to do my signature. Gage is going to be getting him home, so Miranda is still with Syleste, okay? And after all of that is done, and I'm still not back, go ahead and check on Mr. Jensen for me, will ya? He's just had glass removed from his eye yesterday and is still in recovery but he's been doing fine. A standard checkup will do. Any questions just give me a call, but I really have to run, sweetheart." Xerxes stood himself back up and gave her a long, pressing kiss to her forehead, as though he never wanted to let go, cradling the back of her head. Whatever Seraphina called him about... it wasn't good. And given the activity from the night beforehand, he could only imagine that whatever happened, it might be related somehow.

"I love you Cassie. And I'm very proud of you." he told her as he turned to leave, hurrying down the halls to exit the hospital to find his car where he had parked it. He unlocked the door and hopped inside quickly, not even bothering to throw on his seat belt as he started it up. He had to focus - Seraphina never said where she was, though his best guess would have been at the vet. Still, he didn't want to waste any time by going to the wrong place.

Alright, Seraphina... where are you? He cast a telepathic line out, trying to reach her mind. Once he could make contact with her there, not only would he know that she was still alive, but where he could find her. I'm coming, I just need to find you.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@December Go for it. We're on a roll!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Xerxes Arvanitis

Location:Sky Lakes Medical Center.
^{Interacting With: Miranda Burke, Syleste Nioré (@Vicier), Gage Brooks (@BlackPanther) and Sebastian Monroe (@December).}

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Nodding his head as Sebastian confided in his exhaustion to him, Xerxes picked up Sebastian's chart at the end of his bed and looked over the numbers. At least, with him, he didn't have to worry about an improperly placed IV. The numbers looked good, and better yet, Sebastian didn't have any wounds that required any surgery from the night before. All in all, he looked rather healthy, all things considered.

"I'm just going to check a few things on you - like your temperature and blood pressure - and make sure everything's steady before I go ahead and clear you." he said, putting the clip board back down and went to retrieve a few of his tools to check the boy over properly. Once returning, he checked Sebastian's temperature followed by his pulse and blood pressure before taking a small flashlight to Sebastian's eyes and watching the pupils dilate a few times, checking for any kind of head trauma. He could hear Gage shuffling quietly behind him as he made his way over to Syleste, but didn't think much more of it. He even tried to drown out the parts of Miranda's conversation with everyone on what had happened to his daughter. She was a growing girl - she was independent. She could handle herself. She didn't need him to know where she was at all times - hell she was almost an adult!

He tuned her out. He tuned them all out, letting them talk as friends, until Xerxes has his stethoscope was on Sebastian's chest - checking on his heart and lungs - before Miranda's voice cut through the air.

"Oh for fucks sake!"

Her voice, amplified through his use of the medical instrument, rang in his ears uncomfortably to the point where Xerxes had to sit up and remove the ear pieces and rubbed at his eardrum on the left side for a few moments. He opened his mouth to say something, but it seemed that something else had already begun to unfurl between Gage and Miranda.

His pocket was vibrating - a phone call. He couldn't check it right then, however. It would be very unprofessional even if it was important. He let the call go, writing down the last few numbers on Sebastian's chart. He would release Sebastian and then take a look at it. Maybe is was Cassandra. He almost smiled at the thought.

"I had stayed here all night. Only leaving to try to save what belongings i could from the fire my ex foster parents started. I'm trying my best Miri"

Sighing, Xerxes turned to Sebastian.

"Everything looks good, Sebastian. I'm clearing you from the hospital but just in case of any lingering mental trauma I want you to stay home from school for the next few days, alright? I'll forward your parents the medical information they will need to clear you." he told the boy before turning to Gage.

He could practically feel it - as if it were his own emotions. Gage was about ready to pop, and with Xerxes no longer having any medical business to tend to in the room... he simply hated to admit it but he did not trust the boy in his current state to remain within the room. Not with Miranda.

"Gage... why don't you help Sebastian out of the hospital and get him home. The walk and fresh air will be good for you." he said as pleasantly as he could manage while keeping a firm tone. It wasn't a request. "Miranda, keep an eye on Syleste for a few moments, will you? I've got a few calls to make and a quick sweep but I'll be back to check on her in just a few." he gave the girls a nod (knowing full well that Syleste could not see it) and headed out of the hospital room, fishing in his pocket for his phone to see the missed call and voice mail that had been left. But it wasn't Cassandra's name that was displayed on the screen, and his heart jumped a bit.

"Seraphina?"

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Anyway, here's Caleb :)

Caleb Cooper

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Caleb Cooper

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"Hey... it's harder than it looks..."
~ Caleb Cooper.

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General Information

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Name: Caleb Cooper.
Nick-Names: Coop.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Fighter Pilot/Airplane mechanic - Military
Place Of Origin: Whitefish, Montana.
Age: Twenty-Two Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 9th of November, 1994.
Scent: Oil, Machinery and Peaches.

Appearance - Human (Twenty-Two Years Old):

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Relationship Information

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Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: None.
Father: Edmund Cooper (deceased).
Mother: Jessica Cooper (deceased).
Siblings: Cody Cooper (Navy seal officer - older brother), Jessica Cooper (College student for cosmetology - younger sister).
Pet/s: Having moved to Oregon on a leap of faith within the military, Caleb no longer refers to his farm back home as having any "pets" though he did grow rather partial to an infant cow he named "moo" before leaving.
Other: He has quite a few aunts and uncles in both Washington and California that always seem to want his attention in some way.

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜

Relationships

"I find it hard to open up to people... but when I do... I just need you to be ready for that."
~ Caleb Cooper.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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Personal Information

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Personality:
♦ Intimately Guarded ♦ Loyal ♦ Genuine ♦ Smart/Tactical ♦ Caring ♦ Generous ♦ Hot-Headed ♦

Caleb was bullied in school and therefore grew up with a detestation for bullies in general - whether it be some guy trying to pick a fight at a bar or foreigners targeting America. He has a deep-rooted loyalty to his country to the point where he swore an oath in basic training to fight and defend his country even if he should die in the process. Though he's much more of a mechanic than a front lineman, Caleb is unafraid to use his tactical and physical knowledge learned in order to defend himself or others.

The death of his parents gave Caleb the state of mind that giving back in whatever way he possibly can is absolutely important. He has an extremely soft side for someone so big and brute-looking, but he wouldn't hesitate for a second to give a little girl the shirt off of his back should she be cold, wet, lost, or just needing comfort. He's incredibly generous with his military money and donates to charities on a monthly basis - his favorite being Toys for Tots to ensure that every kid, even homeless and in foster homes, get something for Christmas. It is a common sight to see him working at a soup kitchen for the holidays, as he does not have a family of his own to be with during them.

Caleb is the kind of person that wants to earn people's trust and keep it, though it is hard for him to give back the same. But once he opens up that incredibly vulnerable part of his personality, he feels like he just can't cap it off which makes relationships incredibly difficult - if not impossible. He likes to stay out of any drama as much as he can though if he is forced to choose a side, he tends to fall on a "us versus them" kind of mindset.

Even at a distance, Caleb can be seen as fun, smart, sweet and genuine which makes it hard for people to not be able to relate to. He enjoys healthy competition amongst his friends, however sometimes, Caleb is unable to recognize when those "friends" might be using him in one way or another.

He has a bit of a temper that is usually misunderstood sometimes with his excitement. He tends to talk louder in both instances and even yells, though he doesn't realize he does so when he is the latter. He usually has a very cool head about things but there are just other things that will get him from cool to boiling within seconds and is not afraid to use his physical stature as a form of intimidation before things get really serious.


Likes:
✔ Working out/body building.
✔ Serving his country.
✔ Money.
✔ A nice rack.
✔ Dogs.
✔ "Bromances".
✔ Pool and chess.

Dislikes:
✘ Meatballs.
✘ Arrogant assholes.
✘ Terrorists.
✘ Liars, cheaters and manipulators.
✘ Being forced to chose a side.
✘ Navy Seals (they think they know everything!).
✘ How easy it is to get him "excited".

Hobbies:
When not working at the base, Caleb is generally working out, playing a game of pool or darts at a bar, or volunteering his time to anyone who might need it. He also enjoys stimulating his mind by playing chess or putting together advanced puzzles.

Strengths:
⚜ Smart- Caleb was trained in the military for five years and has a wide knowledge of combative tactics. He knows the insides and outs of machinery and guns alike, able to repair an entire blown tank engine by himself in just a few short hours given the proper equipment. He also has a spacial knowledge of the world around him, mostly pertaining to different politics from around the world and the goings on as far as the news is concerned. He keeps his mind sharp by mental practices such as playing chess and doing advanced puzzles either by himself of by means of a healthy competition with friends.

⚜ Brave- Caleb enlisted in the military at eighteen years old despite having a promising future in football. He is the kind of guy that simply wants to protect others who need protecting and isn't afraid to throw himself into danger if it means getting hurt. He also isn't afraid to stand up for himself against both the enemy and just petty bullies. In basic training, he was the first to jump on top of what his group believed to be a live grenade in order to save his squad.

⚜ Honest- Caleb has never had to lie, cheat or deceive anyone he has ever met to get where he is now. He has lived a life on honesty and respect. People know that they can count on him to get things done the right way, though it has gotten him into trouble with his senior officers when he is asked to cut certain corners.

Weaknesses:
☠ Hot-Headed- It takes quite a bit to stir things up with Caleb... on most cases. Sometimes, though, he simply can't help but to snap when it comes to defending his own honor. He gets loud but doesn't realize he's shouting and is unable to see reason when pushed too far.

☠ Guarded- Emotionally, it is very hard for Caleb to open up to someone. He wants to become good in other people's graces and works to gain their trust, but is unable to, in most instances, be able to give the same kind of treatment towards a friend. Because of this, it has made it incredibly difficult if not impossible for Caleb to have, hold, and sustain any kind of romantic relationship. He simply has not met anyone he feels he can trust on an emotional, romantic level.

☠ Aloof- Caleb tries to give a "forgive and forget" kind of attitude, even if those he is close to have hurt him but have promised not to do it again. He wants to believe that his own friends wouldn't ever want to take advantage of him, so he chooses not to see it when they do.

Brief Biography:
Caleb was born the middle child to an older brother and a younger sister. It was a military family through and through; having to move from one place (and even country at one point) to another. Caleb last his father to an overdose when he was just seven and it wasn't until Caleb was much older did he find out that it was because his father had severe PTSD from his time serving the army. So he, his brother and sister, were instead raised by their mother, who never remarried.

They tried to live as normal of a life as they could as a traveling military family, but they finally settled back to Caleb's original roots in Whitefish, Montana by the time he hit high school. Caleb was always picked on as a kid, but coming back to Whitefish, one of his teachers introduced to Caleb weight lifting. Caleb became practically obsessed with the sport - wanting to get bigger, stronger. It was in his junior year where his efforts really started to show themselves physically as he was now the largest boy in school. His other teachers wanted him to join wresting and football and Caleb took on both sports, but loved his time in football. Before he even graduated in his senior year, he was promised a few scholarships to play for a few different college teams - one even being Pac in the 12.

Caleb wanted to follow his dream of becoming a professional football star one day, but his older brother, Cody, left a looming shadow over him when he left to join the Navy. He felt an incredible pressure to follow family tradition and instead worked on scholarships for any kind of military position he could.

He was only seventeen when his mother then died - killed in combat when she had been shipped overseas for just a few weeks for a short mission. Caleb and his little sister had no choice but to leave Montana and go to live with their Uncle in California, who owned a farm. Caleb then developed animal chores on top of everything else and ended up graduating six months late, however the military took him on immediately knowing just who he belonged to.

Caleb loved military school - just as much as he loved weight lifting. And though he didn't think that he would enjoy it at first, as it felt rather forced, he found that he could really put his personality to use as a protector and loyal man and flew through basic training with flying colors. He was then given his choice of a few different career paths and for some reason (Caleb still doesn't even really know why, exactly) he chose to become a mechanical engineer for the Air Guard. He was then enlisted to Oregon in a small city called Klamath Falls where one of the best National Guards on the West coast was located.

He hardly keeps in any contact with his brother or sister, as they are both busy doing their own things, and hardly even get together for holidays. Caleb learned very quickly to be okay with that, and has adopted Klamath Falls as his new home.

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Supernatural Information

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None at this time.

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Other Information

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Other: Caleb has absolutely no idea about the supernatural world.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"Remember Everything" by Five Finger Death Punch.

Lyrics:
Oh, dear mother, I love you
I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough
Dear father, forgive me
'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up
In my heart I know I failed you
But you left me here alone

If I could hold back the rain
Would you numb the pain
'Cause I remember everything
If I could help you forget
Would you take my regrets
'Cause I remember everything

Oh, dear brother, just don't hate me
For never standing by you or being by your side
Dear sister, please don't blame me
I only did what I thought was truly right
It's a long and lonely road
When you know you walk alone

If I could hold back the rain
Would you numb the pain
'Cause I remember everything
If I could help you forget
Would you take my regrets
'Cause I remember everything

I feel like running away
I'm still…

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@BlackPanther

Aww no pissy Gage post until Friday? Well shit... I guess this means I need to make new characters so that there is at least something going on...

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Marcel Gates

Location: The Obstacle Course; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: James Wolfe.}

It seemed as though she had arrived just on time. Ky' vie and Deon had just reached the top of the Obstacle Tower by the time she moseyed into the area. The stands were completely full, so she opted to remain standing, leaning against the side of the stands to give her a chance to finish her cigarette. Not to mention... all of the shapes, colors and vibrations emanating from such a large group of people congregated together... she didn't like it. It made her feel sick.

She got a few dirty looks from her fellow campers who were less than thrilled to be around the smoke, but Marcel had learned long ago to just ignore them, or quirk an eyebrow and make a "so do something about it" kind of face. Most of the time, they just left her alone. But she wasn't the only one smoking, it appeared. James Wolfe was standing not too far from her position, finishing up his own cigarette and observing the scene before him just as quietly as she was. She knew his name only in passing. He was the new kid, after all - everyone knew his name because everyone flung him shit. Well... everyone meaning between the Hermes and Ares cabin. One just for fun, the other for sheer bullying. Whatever. Neither was her scene.

Maybe it had to do with the fact that James and Bexley were the closest family she had at the camp, save for Erin. They were the four children of the big three (wait, where there others? Maybe Poseidon kids? Hell... she didn't know... nor particularly care), and yet James was the only one she could really stand to be around for long periods at a time. Bexley was far too high maintenance, Erin and she had almost nothing in common... but James... James was a cool dude. He reminded her a lot of herself before- well, she wasn't going to think about that.

Ignoring the outcome of what was happening on the tower completely, Marcel nodded over towards James' direction, acknowledging him being there, which was a lot more than most people got out of her.

"What a surprise," he had muttered to himself, not counting on anyone hearing. Funny, from here, it looked like the two bull heads were tying... but that was just seconds after he had made his verbal observation. Marcel, in turn, just chuckled and took another puff of her cigarette. She really didn't care either way. Not to mention she was riding on a pretty good buzz that had her in higher spirits than she normally would have been this early in the day.

"And yet these dogs all come and watch every week, expecting something to change." she replied, speaking only to him and once again ignoring the offended and pressing glares she was getting from those who were trying to enjoy the rest of the game. She scoffed. "Pathetic. Those two have been in camp years longer than anyone else here. Something big has to happen to throw one of them off their game. Frankly... I'd rather watch those two face off a hell hound than this boring, routine shit." Marcel took another drag, pausing a moment as though thinking over the possibility. She'd have to talk to Erin about that one. Between the two of them... and the... "loving" nature of their father... it might just be a fucking possibility...

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

James Wolfe

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: No one in particular}

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The worst part of every day for Jamie was the morning. Even at nineteen he still craved the long hours of sleep that he could get during his "teenage" years. He was a growing boy! Or... at least... that's what his testosterone levels kept telling him. Sadly, he had things to do these days, and that required him to be up earlier than he would like. Although he seemed to be a little slower than most this morning. When he was finally able to shrug off the blanket of sleep he had been tucked into, he immediately knew what he needed. Coffee. After some tinkering in the kitchen, Jamie was shuffling through the dining and living area of the Cabin One in his pajamas (a white wife beater and loose, light gray boxers) with a large mug of coffee. It didn't take him long to realize that everyone was already awake and starting activities, even his half-sister Bexley. He didn't entirely know what to make of her yet, she was so quiet and distant that it was hard to learn about her. Hell, sometimes she even slept on the roof for some reason. Whatever. He wasn't one to judge.

Jamie left the mug on the kitchen table after taking a couple, long sips and made himself look presentable. Well... at least his boxers were covered by a pair of pants and the wife beater having a burgundy, baggy hoodie thrown over it. The hot shower woke him up beforehand and after getting dressed, he was starting to feel like his normal self again. Or at least... somewhat alive. Seriously... whoever invented mornings needed a stern talking to. Apollo, maybe? He was the God of the sun, after all...

Before leaving his cabin, James (finally) finished his coffee, making sure to clean the cup afterwards. No sense in Bexley laying into him for his messy habits afterwards. While putting the cup away, his mind seemed to suddenly connect as it remembered that there was supposed to be an announcement at the Obstacle Tower today - hopefully he hadn't slept through it! The disappointed look on Dionysus' face would be punishment enough!

On his way to the Tower, Jamie grasped the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket and wiggled it out. He returned it back to his pocket after a cigarette had been lit and placed between his lips, lighting it quickly after with a lighter he had tucked away in his opposite pocket.

Jamie still didn't feel completely at home at camp yet. He hadn't even attempted to make friend yet either - just the occasional small talk or joke every now and then. But then again... everything here seemed to be very surface-based.

When he arrived at the Tower, he kept quiet and observed. There was a group gathered on the ground making small talk and it seemed like things were getting pretty intense at the Tower. Looking up towards the top he noticed Ky'vie, Deon and some other really good looking chick he might want to get to know some day. He was new, sure, and he didn't quite know names or how the Gods' family tree worked. Hell... did he even care? No... no not really. No one here was fully blood related to him. Just... half. Ish.

It seemed like there was a tie between Ky' vie and Deon - two names he had learned about almost immediately upon arrival.

"What a surprise..." he said boredly to himself, though to no one in particular.

It looked pretty neck and neck between the two of them, though he was far from surprised. It was always those two... and honestly... it was getting rather stale. Not that he'd ever have a go at the Tower or anything. That was just a bit beyond his comfort zone. But... even though Deon was a prick... especially since Deon was a prick... Jamie was hoping for any winner other than him. Ky'vie had clearly shown that she was athletic, at this point it was just boring to try to beat her on this course, she had too much experience. Not to mention, the reigning champ. So... what would be more exciting? A champ beating a dick, or a dick beating a champ? He was seriously conflicted... but in the most uninterested way possible.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke with a sigh, Jamie slid his hands into his pockets and looked around, waiting for whatever this big announcement would be... and why it was so important he was awake at this hour of the day.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Deon Alexander

Location: The Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With: Ky' vie Morgan}

Deon shook his head at Ky' vie's attempt at a reply. Seriously, if that was all she could come up with, she was quickly losing her touch. Then again he couldn't exactly blame her - going up against him, she was bound to crack under the pressure some time or another.

Feeling the foothold vibrate beneath him, Deon had only a fraction of a second to tighten his sweaty palms around his hand holds before the foothold was pulled out from underneath him completely. Gritting his teeth, relying on his arm and abdomen muscles to keep him upright, he swung his foot around, hoping to catch on another foothold. When he could find none, he tilted his head upwards. He could see the top of the climbing wall, he just had to apply himself and just keep going. With a fourth of his weight dead and hanging, his arm and stomach muscles bulged as he used his opposite foot to push himself upwards, his hands letting go of the holds to instead grab onto the next holds above him. He grunted out in pain as he felt a muscle in his left arm getting pulled far more than it should have been, but with an extra heave and powerful reach of his right arm, he was able to grab hold of the ledge and pull himself up onto the spinning platform.

Gasping for breath and gritting his teeth through the pain, Deon forced his body to come out of it's hunched over position to look up at the prize. Large beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face, some catching on his eyebrow or nose, some getting lost in the indentation of the thick scar he had reaching around his head. His eyes looked then to his left, forcing some of the beads of sweat to fling off of his body in the motion, and spotted Ky' vie pulling herself up and onto the final platform.

"Oh like hell you are!" Deon grunted to himself. Ignoring the searing pain in his left arm, Deon took a running start to the final platform, jumping up and kicking his feet against the wall to give him that extra foot of height before his hands met with the ledge. His height definitely had an advantage over this portion than Ky' vie's shorter stature, and by the time he reached the top, he and Ky' vie were headed towards the ring at the same time. His hand reached out, and just half a second after Ky' vie plucked the ring from the helmet, his hand clasped over the ring on the opposite side she had been holding it.

She didn't even have time to register that technically, she had won. Nor did the crowd have time to register who had gotten the ring first. Deon laughed out loud, a wide, smug grin crossing over his lips as he stared Ky' vie down with a rather amused expression and a slight wiggle from his eyebrow.

"Jynx. You owe me a kiss." he jested, but his hold on the ring would not ease up. "You're the supposed champion of the Obstacle Tower, yeah? It'd be a shame to lose to me now, with so many people watching..." He was trying to get at something, it was written clear on his face. When she didn't say anything, he let her in on his thoughts. "Kiss me, and I'll let go. Simple as that." Sure Deon liked winning, but in his current mood, there were a few other things he liked even more. The Obstacle Tower had never really been his game, anyway. Too much luck was involved. Capture the Flag, however - that was all skill and power - that was his territory. He could stand to let her win... just this once... maybe...

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

@BlackPanther

And zero energy for caring about his emotionally and physically harmed girlfriend XD