Fandom ― 𝘼𝙈𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙄𝘼𝘾. ❪𝐂𝐒❫

[supertroopers]

AMNESIAC!

❝wait a second... how the hell do you
“misplace“ a fucking super weapon?!❞

— 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

‣ name:
‣ nicknames:
‣ age/d. o. b:
‣ gender:
‣ sexuality:
‣ race/ethnicity:
‣ godly parent: (greek or roman?)
‣ camp: (if from cj, which cohort?)
‣ role: (golden boy, mean girl, etc.)

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

‣ hair: (color, length, texture)
‣ eyes: (shape, shade, etc, etc.)
‣ skin: (color, texture, acne, etc.)
‣ body/build: (height, body weight)
‣ distinguishing features: (birthmarks, scars)
‣ face claim: (not required, but encouraged!)

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— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
‣ personality: (this depends on what role you want , and feel free to add onto what i wrote!)
‣ fatal flaw: (hubris? a lack of self confidence? what makes your demigod more human?)
‣ habit: (do they bite their nails? hum 1d songs while fighting? what are their habits?)
‣ likes/dislikes: (what do they like? what do they hate? this is pretty much self explanatory)
‣ weapon: (what are they planning on bringing with them on this quest? a simple sword? a pair of nunchucks? well, this’ll be interesting.)
‣ powers/abilities: (as the son or daughter of a god what are their powers? remember, they aren’t all powerful. choose around three to five, but remember there’s consequences to powers. like exhaustion, temporary unconscious.)

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— 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. (what was their life like before learning they were a demigod? how did their parents meet? what’s their story?)

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— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒. (this is where we determine who if friend, foe, or possible love interest! after establishing a probably “cast”, i like to call it, we can establish how other people feel about each other! their opinions, how they act when they’re around them, etc.!)

coded by natasha.

 

[supertroopers]

pantone

®

Granny Smith
Parker Greener

coded by weldherwings.

 

[draconicheart]

well, I feel like a loser

dossier.

name : alex andrews
nicknames : A (like the letter)
age : 17
date of birth : february 28th
gender : female
sexuality : bisexual
race/ethnicity : white
godly parent : vesta (roman)
camp : camp jupiter, third cohort
role : mean girl / bad boy (or bad girl; labels, am I right?)

visage.

hair : black, goes down to her chin
eyes : blue, piercing
skin : pale with a light tan, freckled
body/build : 5'5", lean but decently muscular
distinguishing features : seemingly uncharacteristic bright pink, sparkly bracelet around her left wrist, made with cheap plastic beads - a gift from her younger sister.
face claim : n/a

persona.

personality : a bit cocky, a bit standoffish, Alex gives off the impression that she really doesn't care. when around her younger sister, however, she completely turns into someone she seemingly is not - gentle and caring.
fatal flaw : immensely loyal to a fault. once you get her to genuinely care about you, she can be almost reckless trying to ensure your safety. likewise, her achille's heel is her younger sister, for whom she'd do anything to protect.
habit : she tends to smile or laugh in uncomfortable situations, which isn't generally well-received. also fiddles with a bracelet on her left arm when nervous or deep in thought.
likes : rock music, her sister, cooler weather (she runs hot), soup, destroying things, fighting
dislikes : small towns, cooking, rules, classical music, extroverted/charismatic people, fish
weapon : one-handed sword
powers/abilities : she can conjure fire, or at least heat things up when in contact with her hands. also a surprisingly good cook.

history.

Being a family-oriented goddess herself, Vesta tries to refrain from having romantic trysts with humans so she could instead focus her attention on her godly family. However, one day Nicholas Andrews caught her eye.
Nick was a quiet man, intimidating at first but whose kindness quickly becomes apparent. He was a firefighter, an occupation which frequently brought him away from home; Vesta, being a goddess herself, was also called away from her mortal family a lot, which is a fact no demigod is a stranger to. However, this caused the young Alex to quickly get used to living alone and taking care of herself.
When she was nine her younger sister, Bailey, was born - again, a child of Vesta and Nicholas. While Alex knows her parents are nice people with responsibilities of their own, the responsibilities of virtually raising her sister weighed on her and she still feels some bitterness towards her parents because of this - especially when coupled with growing up in a small town in northern California where trees far outnumber people, and rumors circulate quickly. Alex and Bailey were the frequent subjects of bullying, further making Alex a jaded individual. Bailey, however, still remains optimistic, and whether that is simply her age or due to Alex's attempts at protecting her, Alex isn't sure, but she does know she wants to keep her safe.

relationships.

wip

'cause I can't win, no I can't win

coded by incandescent

 

[GamerKitty205]

— 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

‣ name: Ellian Morris-Ito
‣ nicknames: Eli
‣ age/d. o. b: 17
‣ gender: Male
‣ sexuality: Pansexual
‣ race/ethnicity: White/Japanese
‣ godly parent: Greek
‣ camp: Half-Blood
‣ role: Golden Boy

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

‣ hair: A black and fluffy undercut, that's pretty wild looking
‣ eyes: (shape, shade, etc, etc.) A dark grey, that occasionally seems hollow, but tends to sparkle
‣ skin: (color, texture, acne, etc.) Pale freckled skin, with a few scratches and scrapes
‣ body/build: (height, body weight) A slightly curvy, almost feminine build. On the chubbier side, something Ellian hates. Pretty short, about 4'10
‣ distinguishing features: Bright, cheery eyes.

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— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
‣ personality: Ellian is like sunshine personified. He's bright, and warm and loves to help out people! He's hardworking and wants to see a smile on everyone's no matter what. Or is he? No one can keep a smile on their face 24/7, but Ellian always seems to manage. No one's really so perfect or kind to constantly help out others, are they? Ellian is kind and sweet and helpful, but he also seems to try too hard to be perfect. It makes one wonder what he's really like.
‣ fatal flaw: Insecurity- Ellian constantly seeks the validation of others, and is easily discouraged.
‣ habit: He tends to whisper song lyrics as he goes about his day. While the tunes are all happy sounding, most of the lyrics are... questionable at best. Ellian also rambles a lot
‣ likes: Nature, sparring, helping people out, seeing others smile
‣ dislikes: Fancy buildings, his parents (mortal and god), Rude people, irresponsible people
‣ weapon: An ornemantal looking Glaive, that retracts into a water bottle (note: it does not function as a water bottle, just looks like one)
‣ powers/abilities: Being the son of Phobos Ellian has quite a few fear based powers. He can sense when someone is having a panic attack, and has more luck when guessing phobias. He can also increase or lessen the effects of fear and panic, although the later tends to make Ellian panic or just tire him out.

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— 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. Ellian always knew he was a mistake. His parents were rich and famous, a politician and a businessman. Yet they were both old. When Ellian was born his youngest sibling was already 16, and most of them were off to college. They hadn't planned to have another baby, but they did. So Ellian always tried to be the best, to be helpful. He studied in school as hard as he could, tried to excel in every sport he participated in and helped out with every chore in the house. He would be the perfect son his parents always wanted, rather than their mistake. Then, when he was 13 Phobos visited them. Ellian finally met his dad, a embodiment of pure fear, a terrible god that loved to taunt people and who saw every one of Ellian's insecurities with a glance. Simply put, he was a nightmare. This reveal came with a few problems. The first being, his mother had cheated. This created a lot of discord between his parents. Especially considering his mom didn't actually know she was cheating. Shapeshifting is dumb like that. The second problem was monsters. They began coming out of the wood works, suddenly noticing Ellian, now that he knew what he was. During the first monster attack he was found by a nearby satyr. The satyr told him about the camp and that he needed to leave as soon as possible. So Ellian wrote a note for his parents and left for camp. Once he got to camp, Ellian worked extra hard to be the best. He worked hard to be a great fighter, tried to befriend as many people he could and helped out as much as he could.

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— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒. (this is where we determine who if friend, foe, or possible love interest! after establishing a probably “cast”, i like to call it, we can establish how other people feel about each other! their opinions, how they act when they’re around them, etc.!)

 

[Noivian]

kaliavene

everette

“We believe that we can change the things around us in accordance with our desires—we believe it because otherwise we can see no favourable outcome. We do not think of the outcome which generally comes to pass and is also favourable: we do not succeed in changing things in accordance with our desires, but gradually our desires change. The situation that we hoped to change because it was intolerable becomes unimportant to us. We have failed to surmount the obstacle, as we were absolutely determined to do, but life has taken us round it, led us beyond it, and then if we turn round to gaze into the distance of the past, we can barely see it, so imperceptible has it become.” – Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time

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dossier

name

Kaliavene Everette

nicknames

Kali, idiot, airhead, scaredy cat

age/d.o.b.

17, July 18th

gender

female

sexuality

pansexual

ethnicity

white

godly parent

thanatos

camp

CHB

role

the scaredy cat

02

visage

hair

brown

eyes

blue

skin

pale and fair

build

5’6”, 130 lbs.

distinguishing features

always wears a pair of black gloves

face claim

Xannie Cater

03

persona

Kali is a girl of contradiction. She has a strong fear of pretty much everything, and seemingly no concept of cause and effect. Things she doesn’t fear would be a much shorter list, since it only consists of one thing - the dark. She loves to find hidey holes and small spaces to explore, unaware and oblivious to the concept that things she does fear, like bugs and snakes, also favor those small spaces. She loves the feeling of flying, but fears falling. She loves the weightlessness of being underwater, but hates swimming and fears drowning. She loves sparring, but fears actual pain and failure. She loves feedback, but struggles to take any criticism as constructive rather than not.

In the end, Kali just wants approval and appreciation, but doesn’t understand that in order to get those things, she first has to step outside her comfort zone and do things worth applauding. Fear lends itself to idleness, paralyzing Kali to the point of inaction. She only acts when she doesn’t understand the consequences, which is a double-edged sword in and of itself, allowing both good and bad things to happen with thoughtless action. All this fear stems from the idea that if she tries, she’ll fail; if she tries to conquer her fears, she’ll get hurt. If she tries to make friends, she’ll just end up friendless. If she puts herself out there, she’ll only be disappointed in herself. It’s a vicious cycle that doesn’t have an end in sight.

fatal flaw

self-doubt

habits

fiddles with her gloves, tilts head, shifts weight

likes

cold rainy days, fall, warm beverages, old books, drawing, being alone

dislikes

thunder and lightning, summer, swimming, large crowds

weapon

celestial bronze staff

powers

draining touch, necromancy, spectral wings

04

history

Beth always had a talent for seeing through the Mist. She’d accepted from a young age that monsters and gods walked among humans, and by the time she was old enough to go to college, had learned respect for those deserving avoidance for those who weren’t. As an undergrad, she worked as a nurse in the local hospice, caring for the weak and elderly while they, for lack of better words, waited to pass on. Every once in a while, she’d encounter a strange dark figure traversing the halls of the hospice, and for a brief while mistook him for an intruder. In fact, that’s how they met - she approached him with the intent of expelling him. Once Beth realized that she was talking to Thanatos, she excused herself from the conversation with embarrassment. Often, she’d leave small offerings around the hospice for him, and occasionally would return to the offerings’ location to see them gone.

Their courtship was short and rapid, and it wasn’t long before Kaliavene was born. Beth managed to receive her Ph.D by the time Kali was born, but with a new baby at home, she didn’t have much time to work or look for employment, so she remained at the hospice, though after Kali’s birth, didn’t see Thanatos again. From a young age, Kali displayed great aptitude for her powers, often being able to hide from her mother and uncontrollably sapping the life from whatever she touched. Beth enforced strict rules because of this - wearing a pair of gloves at all times. She kept Kali sheltered from the world, fearful of not only what it would do to Kali, but also what Kali could do to it. A young child with the ability to take life easily and become invisible would make an outstanding assassin, and Beth’s overactive imagination could think of nothing else except her child being taken from her by all manners of monster, god, and mortal.

Her relationship with her mother is strained, at best. Beth works long hours and often isn’t there for Kali, but still insists on imposing strict rules surrounding where and when Kali can go places, with who, and what to do. Despite being entirely absent, it’s as if her mother desires to run her life. When Kali turned thirteen, she was claimed by Thanatos. It signaled a change in Kali’s life that the little girl was not ready for. Beth knew that she couldn’t keep Kali’s identity secret from her forever, and had already made arrangements for her to live at Camp Half Blood, at least until she managed to master her powers.

05

relationships

Beth Everette

Estranged; Kali hasn’t talked to her mother in person for a few years now, being a full time camper. Truthfully, she doesn’t think she ever wants to again, but the concept of being alone in this world is frightening.

Thanatos

Unfamiliar; Kali’s never met her father, but given how he usually only appears to those about to die, she quite frankly doesn’t want to meet him.

code by @Nano

 

[incandescent]

placeholder for my stereotypical aphrodite mean girl

 

[mangomilk]

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  — 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.
  
  ‣ name: augustus evans
  ‣ nicknames: gus
  ‣ age/d. o. b: 18; feb 14th
  ‣ gender: male
  ‣ sexuality: bisexual
  ‣ race/ethnicity: chinese-thai
  ‣ godly parent: greek titan cronos (more clarification in history)
  ‣ camp: camp half blood
  ‣ role: bad boy
  
  — 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.
  
  ‣ hair:
  His hair is painted in dark mocha colors with soft hazel shimmers from the kisses the sun gave him. He usually styles it messily and doesn't give it too much thought.
  
  ‣ eyes: onyx-ebony brown
  ‣ skin: He has a natural honey tan, which gets darker quickly during the summer weeks. Although he used to have acne in puberty, the few scars healed, hence his skin is smooth nowadays.
  
  ‣ body/build: broad shoulders, long limbed; 6'2" ft; 160 Ibs
  ‣ distinguishing features: a wide scar spread over his back
  ‣ voice: low, slightly raspy but pleasant to listen to. sample
  ‣ face claim: yukhei wong
  
  
  
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  — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
  ‣ personality:
  Augustus Evans is an honest asshole. He doesn’t care what you think about him and certainly doesn’t care about you. While some people admire his direct way of handling issues, others despise him for it. Due to the fact that Gus rarely feels the need to justify himself for his actions, he comes off as irresponsible and unaware of himself, which often results in rather negative thoughts towards him. Well, if he would only give a shit.
  
  While Augustus presents himself as a cool-headed person, who solves problems in its root, he is able to withstand stress and pressure fairly well, He usually holds a simple but fresh point of view on the world, refusing to worry about a future that is unclear. That may the reason why others find some comfort in sharing their time with him as he can be helpful with his rational thinking. (p.s. he can actually be less of a jerk sometimes)
  
  With a smile made for war, Gus is turning heads of every gender and of course he knows that. He’s a flirtatious bastard with a side so charming that it’s intoxicating to others.
  "He was charismatic, magnetic, electric. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man."
  Being the son of the titan cronos, who devoured his children, shows him how deeply flawed he truly is but this raging fire finds a home in him. He has never really fit in and he never will. Deep down Augustus is craving the love others can give so freely, once someone is winning the great war of his heart, the price is his deep loyalty and vulnerability.
  
  ‣ fatal flaw:
  Augustus lacks sensitivity for the most part. He has difficulties to relate to others and usually isn't a lot of help when it comes to offer heartfelt comfort.
  
  ‣ habit:
  He is a night owl, constantly f*cking up his sleeping schedule. Just pray you're not the one waking him up after a long night...
  Other than that Gus is the king of the procrastinators, never getting anything done once the deadline is near but using his power in that matter is too exhausting to him.
  
  ‣ likes/dislikes:
  He enjoys the cool breeze in summer nights, watching the wide sky filled with stars.
  If anything, the best way to win him over little by little is with good food. Gus values authentic chinese and thai food since he grew up around his mother's handmade dumplings, curries and mapo tofu. Time off of training is always a welcome change as well, hence he's always down for a party with a few drinks and snacks.
  
  Augustus doesn't enjoy to be around children as he doesn't know how to behave around them, what if they start crying, what's he supposed to do?! Because he dislikes not being able to move in form of fighting or doing sports, Gus doesn't enjoy heavy traffic in cities, even if he has all the time in the world.
  
  ‣ weapon:
  Handling weapons comes naturally to Augustus, especially concerning techniques of fighting with the sickle. Because his titan-father used the same weapon to strike his maker and conquer the world, he doesn’t want to be compared to a monster like him. This is why Augustus feels more comfortable with dual swords that are similar to the chinese dao swords.
  
  ‣ powers/abilities:
  Time Manipulation – Augustus inherited the power to cross the time axis for a limited period and hold, reverse and jump in time. Indeed it is an ability with potentials of change and chaos that’s connected to heavy consequences.
  
  Holding time – With everything and everyone around him coming to a stop he possesses the ability of a real life version of pausing a movie. During this period, he can move freely and change his surroundings by his desire, for example moving the shooting bullet in the air and changing the target. Holding time requires the least energy for Gus but he can only use it for a few minutes total a day before he feels weakened.
  
  Reversing time – Sometimes for things to change, you need to wind back the clock and approach them in a different way. It costs him an incredible loss of energy and concentration, hence he only uses it in required situations. Going back in time is only possible for about five minutes in the past, the sense for the right timing is something he has yet to learn.
  
  Jumping time – The art of time traveling. What would you do? Where would you go? Gus asked himself these questions as well. He has never done it, he still hasn’t figured out how to use his skill to skip periods to see what the future holds. In some sense he doesn’t want to find out. It is extremely dangerous since he can get lost in a time axis, unable to go back.
  
  With all these possibilities of manipulating time, Augustus can choose to take people and objects with him by touching them. If he is using his ability to his own physical limits, he either faints or the time takes this duration back. Yes, it means that Augustus can sacrifice his own lifetime to proceed to use his power.
  This godly gift is more of a curse than a blessing but Gus is working hard to become its ruler.
  
  Additionally, like many half bloods he is a good at fighting and knows how to win fair or... with the help of a few tricks.
  
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  — 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.
  clarification: I am aware that there are cronos as the personification of time and the titan - father of the big three - and that they aren't the same. However it was stated that cronos the titan does have powers over time and generations, hence I'm using time related abilities for the character.
  
  
  The tale of Cronos & Yue
  His mother was as beautiful as a goddess herself, she made empty fifteen square meters feel like home and she loved harder than any pain she ever felt. Yue Evans. She immigrated into the states a few years ago to support her parents in Mainland China. She took several jobs to make a living without ever complaining. This attitude helped her climb the career ladder until she could call herself manager of a popular restaurant in Brooklyn.
  
  Millions of miles away in the depths of Tartarus, the remains of Cronos, the titan, were waiting for an opportunity to escape and take revenge on his children. And at some point he received help from the traitors in the shadows of the olympians. The only obstacle was that Cronos could only take form of a human. In this shape there was no way he could crush the big three and take over the world again. There was a chance though, he would need to repeat his old habits. A son with godly blood releasing his own godliness is what the prophecy said.
  
  And there she was, a woman picking red poppies from the roadside. Without any context, their meeting was like a fairytale. Cronos was beautiful, the kind where you couldn’t help but stare; strong and confident. Yue only saw the best in him, like she did with everyone and he told her she was holy.
  
  "He’s a monster"
  "He stopped being one, the moment I fell in love with him"
  
  Augustus was never planned. His mother was in her early twenties, looking for love and reckless fun, it only made sense that the recognition of her pregnancy was unexpected and shocking. She didn’t realize it was what Cronos had waited for all along. Augustus was healthy in the night of his birth, how could Valentines Day become even better if Yue just received her very own Valentine in this moment?
  
  Cronos loved her, he really did. She brought out the best in him but it didn’t hold him back from the what he thought the prophecy was. Taking his newborn son and carving his mighty teeth into the baby’s back. When Augustus’ skin separated from his tiny body, Yue sobbed as she cried for help. The gods had noticed the escape of the titan and found him almost devouring his son, like he did with his children before. And yet again Cronos was imprisoned.
  
  Augustus survived but the scar would never fade. The gods didn’t quite know what to do with the latest offspring of their father. The boy surely wouldn’t become as powerful as them but he still was a threat. His mother begged them to let him live. She would take care of him, raise him well but would that be enough? The gods agreed to spare the child but following his steps constantly.
  
  Growing up
  Augustus’ youth was average with first loves and first fist fights to come. He was the kind of kid who was invisible to others until someone had the idea to pick on him, stuffing his locker with sticky fluids and other nasty surprises. If it was only that, he would’ve just endured it, but once he was pushed into the mud on a rainy day, Augustus had enough. The moment his powers unfolded for the very first time, punching another kid in the face. The pouring rain stopped, the drops were still hanging in the air, but they didn’t move, a moment of absolute stillness.
  
  That’s when he realized. This is him. He was stopping the time, and when it continued, the other boy fell into the wide puddle from Augustus’ punch. He was no longer invisible, indeed he became a popular rascal. His abilities gave him the confidence he holds today. His mother was always there for him, supporting him with his difficulties at school, she was his true hero.
  
  At the age of twelve his mother guided him to camp half blood, in fear that Cronos would try to find Gus. The heads of the camp shared the opinion that instead of treating the child like an outcast, it would be better to recruit him as one of the other demigods. It seemed like it was the best decision to make since Augustus showed a lot of growth the past years but his attitude was never the easiest.
  Here we are now.
  
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  — 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.
  to be determined
  
  

playing: freudian slips by fujiya&miyagi

coded by weldherwings.

 

[Chione]

pantone

®

"Jupiter's Disappointment of a Son"
FC: Xavier Serrano
THE CAMP CLOWN

coded by weldherwings.

— DOSSIER.

【full name】Leo Julian Mendoza
【nicknames】Sparky
【age】18 years old
【d.o.b】30th July
【gender】Male
【sexuality】Bisexual
【ethnicity】Latino
【godly parent】Jupiter
【camp】First Cohort of Camp Jupiter
【role】The Camp Clown

— VISAGE.

【hair】Dark brown, almost black, and kept long on top. The naturally toussled waves are as soft as they look but they're still a pain in the ass to brush through in the morning.

【eyes】His almond-shaped eyes are a warm shade of hazel. They crinkle in the corners when he laughs and smiles (which is often) and they always glimmer with mischievous mirth. They make it easy for him to pull off the puppy-eyed look which is his ultimate secret weapon.

【skin】Leo sports a healthy golden tan. After the absolute trainwreck called puberty, he really had a glow up. He keeps on top of his skincare - and the effort shows, leaving him dewy, smooth and glowing.

【body/build】Puberty hit Leo like a truck. He stands at a height of around 5'11 and has a solid mesomorph build, 75kg of lean muscle mass. His broad shoulders make him easy to identify from the back.

【dist. features】On his right inner forearm the SPQR tattoo is engraved into his skin, topped by an eagle and eight bar lines which signify his eight years of service in the legion. His body is peppered with small scars from the vigorous Roman legionary training, mostly on his arms with nicks on his fingers. The most prominent scar, though, is the one that stretches across his shoulder blades, an accident from a particularly nasty slash.

【face claim】Xavier Serrano

— PERSONA.

【personality】"say hello to the richie tozier of every story. cocky, wisecracking, and obnoxious, this guy was probably voted most likely to go to clown college, if he weren’t a high schooler, of course. this dude is always cracking jokes and making light of situations, even if he’s running for his life away from head-chomping monsters. he spends way too much time flirting with whoever he’s hanging out with, which he insists is just a pastime. he almost jokes a little too much. is he ok?" No, he's not okay.

Underneath the blithe and airy attitude lies a tangled web of insecurity and vehement self-loathing. Leo is far from proud of his parentage and downright refuses to live up to their expectations of him. He marches to the beat of his own drum, perfectly content with being Jupiter's disastrous failure of a son after purposefully destroying his own reputation out of spite.

He does not ooze the natural-born leadership that comes with his blood but he's charming in his own quirky way. Leo's undeniably rather careless and shies away from responsibility like he's allergic, but he is a team-player and looks out for his friends to the best of his ability. His relaxed and easy-going manner means that it's very easy to underestimate him... but that would be a fatal mistake.

【fatal flaw】One of Leo’s (many) flaws is the fact that he can be very reckless. He lives for the moment and his “act first, think later” mindset means that he has a bad habit of throwing caution to the wind and has little regard for the consequences of his actions, often needing someone to anchor him before he gets too carried away. He’s a bit of a devil-may-care loose cannon, far too impulsive and spontaneous for his own good.

【habits】
- Leo's an incessant fidgeter, he'll always be doing something if he's sat down for too long such as drumming his fingers or bouncing his knee

- He tends to bite and chew on his lip when he's deep in thought

- He touches the back of his neck when he's nervous

- Leo can't lie to save his life, he goes all wide-eyed in an attempt to feign innocence.

【likes】dogs, rain season, dark chocolate, people who can take a joke, exciting adventures, flanter, cuddles, exercise (especially in the form of sparring)

【dislikes】coffee, early mornings, injections, slow walkers, humid heat, horror movies, cloying perfumes, expectations, being alone

【weapon】His trusty Imperial Gold gladius that he's affectionately named Tempest.

【powers/abilities】Electrokinesis: the ability to create, shape and manipulate electricity.
- Unfortunately, it makes electronics near impossible to use (please don't let Leo near a microwave again)
- He tends to accidentally give people small shocks when he touches them
- When in full use, his body is constantly conducting and channelling electricity. Overexertion will eventually render him unconscious and leave him feeling sore for days

Aerokinesis: the ability to create, shape and manipulate air.
- An ability that Leo finds particularly exhausting to use; air is an extremely slippery element to bend and needs undivided concentration. He can manipulate it to push, pull and solidify as well as generate air blasts. However, unlike his skilled predecessors, he can't use it to fly as it requires unwavering faith. Overuse leaves Leo feeling fatigued and drained but it's a milder ability compared to the destructiveness of his electrokinesis.

Atmokinesis: the ability to control the weather has always been Leo's weakest link. He finds that it's too temperamental for him to truly get a solid grasp on and therefore struggles to use it combatively. Instead, it's highly receptive to his mood - particularly when he's upset. There have been several occasions where a sunny day turned stormy within a matter of seconds, or, when he was younger, sometimes you'd find him skulking around with a raincloud over his head - literally.

—RELATIONSHIPS.

TBD

Leo J. Mendoza

—BACKSTORY.
The whirlwind love affair between the beautiful Camila Mendoza and the Roman god Jupiter did not have a fairy-tale ending. She should’ve listened to her abuela who’d warned her that her next love would ruin her. He’d left her after a few short weeks of sizzling passion and romance, treading on her bruised and broken heart as he walked out the door. When she found out that she was pregnant with his child, she’d ignored her conservative Catholic family’s demands for an abortion, desperately hoping that the birth of their son would bring him back to her.

It did not.

Consequently, Camila was disowned by her family, but her modelling agency was quick to support her and her immigration to sunny California where she raised Leo as a single mother. As he grew older, he became more aware of his mother’s strange behaviour around him. It was clear that she loved him, she made sure that he never wanted for anything, but she always kept him at an arm’s length. He’d once dared to ask about the absence of a father figure in his life, but he’d immediately recoiled, his mother breaking down into heart-wrenching sobs at the question. To see his mother in so much pain... it inspired a kind of anger he’d never felt before, hatred for his absent father bubbling viciously in the pit of his stomach. Leo vowed that he would never have anything to do with that man for as long as he lived.

Unfortunately, he would soon find out that he was inextricably tied by his father’s influence.

As time passed, odd things began happening to him. Some days he’d wake up with his bedhead full of static electricity. The lights crazily flickered on and off during a shouting match with his tutor who didn’t understand why he couldn’t read as well. His laptop fried in his hands. On the morning of his tenth birthday, a letter arrived, and his mother finally sat down with him to tell him about his father. She’d held him in her trembling arms, pressing her tear-stained cheek into his hair. To say he didn’t take it well is an understatement.

After undergoing Lupa’s ruthless training in the Wolf House, he’d been judged worthy and managed to make it to Camp Jupiter relatively unscathed. When asked, Leo handed over the unopened letter of recommendation and watched nervously as their eyebrows raised. He was fast-tracked into the First Cohort and later found out that his recommendation had been written by Jupiter himself. Leo had never felt more disgusted. As soon as he entered the camp, all eyes were on him. He could feel them judging and assessing, pinning their expectations and setting the bar high. They were expecting great things from him... and Leo thought: “fuck them.” He purposely went out of his way to destroy their idealised image of a son of Jupiter, acting up and toeing the line. He didn’t want to fit that perfectly shaped mould that was predetermined for him, he wanted to be seen as himself rather than a child of one of the Big Three.

It definitely worked. Leo quickly established a reputation for himself as Camp Jupiter’s resident clown. His loveable nature ensured that he was never isolated by his peers, but there were a vocal few who would openly sneer at him with scorn and derision, purposefully antagonistic.

“Why is he here?”
“Are they sure it wasn’t a mistake?”
“What a disappointment.”
“I bet his dad’s pissed.”
“He doesn’t deserve to be in the First.”

In response, Leo would merely grin, electricity crackling at his fingertips.

&& — ❝ I'm more than my father's son.❞​

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[calypso]

poppylan yoo.

the mean girl • 18 •

— introduction.

name.

poppylan yoo.

nicknames.

poppy.

camp.

camp half-blood.

age/d.o.b.

18 / march 6th.

zodiac.

pisces.

sexuality.

heterosexual (maybe.)

gender.

female.

godly parent.

eros.

role.

the mean girl.

race/ethnicity

korean american.



— appearance.

hair.

A light brown, fading to blonde at the end. Normally kept fairly long, currently resting at her hips.

eyes.

Naturally dark brown, matched with a monolid shape.

skin.

Having a naturally pale complexion, Poppy works to keep acne away and her skin smooth.

body/build.

Poppy wasn't exactly built for fighting. Although she possesses some muscles, the young girl is still rather thin. Matched with her 5'9 height, she often claims it's impossible for her to gain any more weight or muscle mass. (That's a lie, since she simply prefers others to do the 'hard' work for her.)

distinguishing features.

Poppy is cited as having a naturally 'sad' face whenever she isn't actively making an expression. Although that tends to earn her instant pity from those around her, once she opens her mouth, those feelings tend to evaporate.

face claim.

Sora Park.



— persona.

personality.

Poppy is an interesting person, to say the least. A well-known shit shitter around the camp, everyone wants to be her while absolutely despising her. She's the first person to tell you if your boyfriend is cheating on you, but then hook up with him the moment you two break up. Seemingly unbothered by the opinions of others, one can expect brutal honesty when talking to the girl. In the wise words of Cady Heron, 'The weird thing about hanging out with Regina was that I could hate her, and at the same time, I still wanted her to like me.' The same exact thing could be said about Poppy. Yet unlike Regina, Poppy doesn't have a gaggle of girls to follow her around. Often times, in fact, she's alone with her own thoughts. Guess that's what happens when you're a bitch to everyone and everything that looks at you. So far, there's no 'soft' side to Poppy either. Who the hell wants to get close enough to her to find out?

fatal flaw.

Although she doesn't show it, rumors are the real threats to Poppy. Never one to spread them, and even more susceptible to those about herself, Poppy is firm on getting things her way through the truth. Though people are smart enough to not bring up rumors around the girl, it's easy to break her if one starts throwing them out, especially if they have a twinge of truth to them.

habits.

Despite always having a seemingly very expensive manicure, Poppy has a bad habit of taping her nails whenever she's bored or impatient.

likes/dislikes.

While Poppy enjoys a good cup of tea or a nicely brewed coffee, there are far more things she dislikes. And she's very vocal about it. The thing that irks her the most, however, is the fake friendliness people often display to her to stay on her good side. She'd much rather someone be rude and mean with their intentions than fake and manipulative. If there's anyone that knows manipulation, it's Poppy.

weapon.

Since Poppy isn't one to rely on her pure strength in a fight, she focuses on disarming and her opponent through the use of two metal fans. Often kept clipped to each hip, the seemingly underwhelming weapons are quite powerful in the skilled hands of Poppy.

powers.

Poppy possesses powers of the more silent type. Subtle and dangerous, it's hard to tell when she's using her abilities.

Amokinesis - Being the daughter of Eros, Poppy has the unique and potent ability to manipulate the desires of others. Although she's also able to manipulate what they love, it's what they want that really allow for Poppy to shine. However, it's fickle and dangerous to use. Desiring something is much more dangerous than loving something, and Poppy knows exactly what a person is willing to go through to get what they want. Campers of all kinds often come to Poppy to have her try and convince their crush to go out with them, and often leave empty-handed and sniffling after she rips through their pitiful request. Since she rarely uses it for the benefit of others, it's hard to pinpoint the weakness of the power. Some say it's amazing and that there isn't a downside, but Poppy knows better. Once Poppy amplifies or puts a desire out into the world, it's very hard to take that sort of thing back. Even if she's able to remove a foreign desire from her target, there'll always be a residue of something wrong there. It's straight up impossible to remove already established feelings, too.

Charmspeak - Desire and getting what you want go hand in hand. A rare ability to have, it's no surprise someone as headstrong as Poppy would be able to talk her way out of any trouble. Most people chalk it up to her being really convincing, but only a few are aware of the fact that Poppy possesses a truly sly tongue. However, she rarely seems to use it, and only seems to call on her most powerful ability whenever she wants to get out of another punishment for making a camper cry again. Since she's out of practice with the ability, Poppy is even more susceptible to the weakness that come with Charmspeaking.


— backstory.

backstory.

When people meet Poppy for the first time, they often leave wondering if the girl was always that mean. Truth be told, it's a bit more complicated than that...

Growing up to a single mother, life started out hard for poor Poppy. First off, she was named Poppylan. Have you ever met someone named Poppylan? Probably not. Although her mother assured her that her name had a deeper meaning than it seems, the young girl just didn't buy it. Especially after the kids in her class laughed at her when she exclaimed that her name did have a meaning, she just didn't know. Throw in the fact that she was Asian-American with a single mother made childhood a somewhat bitter experience for the young demigod. She also learned early on to not ask Mom about Dad, because it made her sniffle and cry and lock herself in her bedroom for days, only coming out to pull out some frozen bulgogi from two weeks ago for Poppy to eat.

Whenever those episodes happened, Poppy would leave right through the front door and wander on the streets until she found the nearest vendor selling something hot and fast. Of course, she didn't have money, but it also never occurred to the young girl that she needed it. Whenever she asked the vendor for a meal, they'd simply hand one over with a dazed look on their face, and she'd walk right back to the apartment with her hot-dog. It wasn't like Mom was going to mention to Poppy that she was actually the daughter of the God of love and sex, and that people definitely didn't just give out goods for free.

The older she grew, however, it became more obvious Poppy wasn't normal. Whenever she was harassed in school by local idiots, they instantly stopped when she snapped at them. And when people saw others tremble in fear after realizing they did something unknowingly, they stayed clear from Poppy. In their minds, she was just another rising Queen Bee. Of course, there were a handful of students who liked the power she had. Those were the kids who stuck around her and profited off her power over others, despite Poppy seeming to give no shits about them. People rightfully assumed she was mean, but didn't try to guess why.

In fact, Poppy was mean to people. When she looked them in the eye, it was like looking straight through them. She knew exactly what they wanted. Protection, power, or just her. They never wanted to really be with her as a friend; in fact, they hated her. They were jealous, but they were scared of crossing her. It's not like she enjoyed that much power over them, but what else was she supposed to do? It's not like they wanted to be friends with, so why she should offer the olive branch? It wasn't her fault people felt that way about her, all she did was speak her mind and people listened.

As the years went on, Poppy's mother became more shut in. She'd collect artworks of winged men and roses, and the soon their small apartment was overrun with the overwhelming scent of the flowers. She'd sit at the canvas all day, painting the same exact man over and over. When Poppy looked at her mother, she was the only person that Poppy couldn't figure out. She wanted something so badly, but it was fogged over like a steamed glass window. Talking to her was useless, as she only muttered and shoved Poppy away. By the age of thirteen, Poppy was the one making dinner and ushering her own mother to bed, only to come out and pluck dead rose petals up for hours.

Those hours alone at night made Poppy think. They made her angry sometimes, and she'd end up smashing a vase. Other times, she'd break down crying in front of a winged statue. For someone so young, she was quick to discover how much life can really suck. No one liked her at school, and she was invisible at home when she wanted to be seen the most. No one seemed to really listen to her, and only gave her what they thought she wanted. She often wondered if she was a bad person, and if she deserved it all.

It was only a year later that Poppy finally began to understand. Later in the afternoon, the young girl was walking home like normal. However, something felt wrong. The hair on her neck stood up constantly, and it felt like she was being watched. It had been a week since she cleared out the roses from her house, and two weeks since she had last seen her mother, who had decided to only come out at night. Every time she tried to bring back more roses, Poppy simply tossed them out. She was sick of their scent.

If only she knew that pungent perfume was keeping the monsters away. As Poppy kept walking faster, whatever was following her sped up. The streets were dead silent, and soon all she could hear was slithering behind her. When she finally looked back, it was impressive that she didn't scream and faint on the spot. Only twenty feet behind her stood a Dracaena, staring at her with rapt attention. Nearly paralyzed with fear, Poppy couldn't even react when the creature sprung forward with claws extended. However, she managed to say one thing.

"Stop!"

With that, the dracaena stopped in her tracks, a confused expression on her face. Poppy didn't question it, instead turning on her heels and sprinting. The rest of the night was a blur for the poor girl, a barbaric game of 'Red-light, Green-light.' Every time she ran far enough way, the dracaena would begin to advance until she screamed stop again, tears streaming down her face. She ran into the woods, her Hello Kitty backpack bouncing against her every step, leave the streets of New York behind her.

She doesn't exactly remembering arriving at Camp Half-Blood. She did, remember, however, the dracaena slamming into the barrier around the camp the moment she stepped through. After that, she fainted.

From there, it was history. Claimed by Eros, alone in his cabin. Whatever happened after that is lost to the mind of Poppy, considering she never seems to talk to anyone unless it's to boss them around, without her Charmspeak. Sometimes you might be lucky to hear her rant about Eros and his numerous affairs, but that's only if you're lucky. Otherwise, watch out.

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[Mooriot]

dossier

history

persona

visage

• 00000001
• 000000002
• 000000003
• 000000004

• dossier
  
  
  
  ewan hammond,

  the golden boy.

  
  
  name ⇀ ewan james hammond
  nickname ⇀ ‘wen, mr. perfect, the congressman’s kid
  age ⇀ 19
  d.o.b. ⇀ jan. 8
  gender ⇀ male
  sexuality ⇀ bisexual
  race/ethnicity ⇀ caucasian
  godly parent ⇀ athena
  camp ⇀ half-blood
  role ⇀ the golden boy
  
  
  relationships ⇀ t.b.d.
  
  
  
• history
  
  
  
  history.

  
  history ⇀ Congressman Anthony Hammond was a breath of air for the miserable, decrepit New York district he resided in, and many hoped that his election would usher in a new period of hope for the neighborhood. A man who presented himself in a virtuous and personable manner, it wasn’t hard to see why citizens gravitated so easily to the then up-and-running candidate. And among the mass following of admirers he accrued for himself was Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom herself. Under the guise of an amateur lobbyist, the goddess interacted and conversed with the politician on numerous occasions, brief exchanges eventually giving way to lengthy dialogues on economic trends, fiscal policies, social movements, among a handful of other topics. Over time, their regular meetings over lunch began to resemble something more romantic in nature, and the rest of their chemistry would write itself.
  
  It was a difficult pill for the congressman to swallow, but the truth behind his eventual lover’s identity was an undeniable one. She had demonstrated the degree of her powers by performing unspeakable, physically impossible feats that left little room for interpretation. Yet her final act was the most staggering and passionate one of all, birthing a newborn child directly from the depths of her mind. Humbled, flattered, and overcome by her decision, Anthony gladly accepted the kid with open arms, in spite of the slew of questions he knew he would receive from the media as well as his new son.
  
  To say that Ewan lived a high-profile life for a child would be the understatement of the century. Between his father’s esteemed reputation and the sudden departure of his mother, the press wanted a word with him the second he was capable of speech and forming comprehensive thoughts. Of course, given the circumstances, there wasn’t much he had to complain about. It was a given that Athena couldn’t permanently reside with the new branch of her family, yet she still maintained a strong presence and regularly communicated with her loved ones—a luxury that many other demigod offspring undoubtedly did not have. Her continued presence also meant that his godly parentage was never much of a secret to him, and a fact he accepted for himself at a rather young age.
  
  If anything, the extra attention and scrutiny that Ewan faced from the media worked wonders for his self-confidence. Early on he had learned to watch his words at every turn—the last thing he wanted was for an accidental slip of the tongue to harm his father’s chances of being reelected. Thus, he quickly caught on to the intricacies and semantics of the political sphere, learning how to make a lasting impression that would reflect the unwavering honorous values of his father’s platform. He’d make it customary to shake the hands of every one of his father’s associates and finish his sentences with a wide smile. Even in his academics Ewan strived to excel and surpass expectations, despite the hurdles of being extremely dyslexic.
  
  Though he lived a drastically different life from those of his classmates, Ewan never really minded the spotlight cast over him. People from all over adored him for being so behaved and well-mannered at his age, and he managed to grow quite close to his dad behind closed curtains. With both his parents dropping in on a regular basis and ample care and compassion when they did spend time together, his unique bloodline was never much of an issue aside from the added challenge when it came to schooling. Only as he grew and matured as an individual did Ewan eventually come to grasp the gravity of his existence and the struggle of measuring up to the unparalleled influence of both his parents. The more he thought to himself, the more impossible it seemed to escape from the shadows of his mother and father, though he never once thought it an impossible task. Rather, he acknowledged the challenge to grow into his own person, independent from the accomplishments of others.
  
  It was also around this time that the monsters would begin to pay Ewan regular visits, who was only able to ward off the beasts due to his mother’s blessings. After a particularly nasty encounter with some of Arachne's spiders, he and his father both decided to turn to Camp Half-Blood for protection, believing that they could only rely on Athena’s intervention for so long before her duties would overwhelm her attention. Not to mention, it would be a PR disaster for Anthony if his only son was consistently spotted battered and bruised all over, and a living nightmare if Ewan ever turned up dead by the hand of some vengeful monster. The choice was an easy one to make, and all too soon he would be whisked away to the supposed demigod haven.
  
  The instant he arrived, training and studying became the name of the game, where he would practice tirelessly out of fear of being unprepared in the event of a monster attack. Even to this day, that much still hasn’t changed about him. During countless summers over several years, Ewan would never fail to demonstrate the validity of his reputation inside the camp grounds, his diligent and amicable approach to life trailing behind wherever he goes. Although beloved and appreciated by most members of the camp, Ewan never feels fully satisfied with his work, presuming that there is always room for him to improve. Truth be told, he’s even had second thoughts about returning to Camp Half-Blood on multiple occasions now, thinking that there’s isn’t much room left for him to learn and grow in the humble camp.
  
• persona
  
  
  
  persona.

  
  personality ⇀ Charitable and considerate, you’d be hard-pressed to find someone that doesn’t have a good thing to say about the beloved Ewan Hammond. The press and media have branded him an apt successor of his father’s charm and intelligence, and those who are fortunate to be closely acquainted with the young man are quick to corroborate the claim. Both a good speaker and listener, he’s a complete people’s person and every interaction with him is said to be a positive one. He’s quite sociable and has mastered the art of pleasing crowds, every word out his mouth nothing short of perfect to the masses.
  
  Even among his fellow demigod campers, Ewan’s general goodwill is something many have experienced firsthand. He’s been known to assist others with combat training upon request alone, just the tip of the favor iceberg he’s carved out for himself. Naturally, the intentions behind his altruistic behavior has been called into question several times, his political background one of the most common arguments held against him. Of course he knows better than to indulge his critics, instead carrying on knowing full well how misled those people really are.
  
  So what is it that motivates the seemingly perfect human being? How does he find it in himself to do good at every turn of the corner, the number of enemies he’s made countable on a single hand?
  
  Why, it’s only his crippling fear of a premature death that drives him forward, that’s all.
  
  As the love-brain-child of the state’s most capable politician and a Greek goddess, for god’s sake, there is no greater pressure that Ewan experiences other than the one he puts on his own shoulders. He sees himself as the walking and breathing definition of someone born for greatness, and intends to do exactly that. Although a naturally self-assured individual, his superiority complex is further reinforced by the constant stream of praise and validation he receives from peers and mentors alike.
  
  Being the goddess of wisdom’s son has made Ewan an extensive thinker and ponderer, a greater burden than what one would initially assume. One might be surprised to discover that the guy is in actuality a severe pessimist and a chronic worrier, and can spontaneously delve into bleak and morbid lines of thought if left to his own devices. Believing that his capacity for greatness is immense, there is nothing that he fears more than dying at the hand of a stray monster and thus failing to meet his grand expectations. That thought alone was enough to motivate the countless hours he spent training with his weapons, until he became one of the camp’s most notorious overachievers.
  
  Knowing that even the smallest sliver of time is all it takes for these inner demons to creep on him, Ewan purposefully surrounds himself with people as a distraction, truly believing that any company is indeed good company if it keeps his fears at bay. And regardless of whether or not his company ever catches on to his internal concerns, it’s the one thing that will always linger in the back of his mind and keeps him up at night.
  
  fatal flaw ⇀ Much like the rest of his half-siblings, Ewan also falls victim to his own hubris. Not only does this encourage him to take on an excessively heavy workload, but also makes him quick to welcome challenges that may be too much for him. His excessive pride and independent attitude also hinder his willingness to accept help from others, even during his bleakest moments of desperation. On the rare occasion that he does fail a given task or assignment, he almost always serves as his own harshest critic.
  
  habit ⇀ Because he finds silence so dangerous and unbearable, Ewan will often take it upon himself to fill the empty air. Whether it be humming a tune stuck in his head or even striking up a conversation with the closest living soul, almost any kind of noise is music to his ears.
  
  likes ⇀ Being the center of attention, keeping himself busy one way or another, sharing a meal, planning and sticking to schedules, being validated, freshly ground coffee, rock music, finding a new restaurant to dine in, checking in on the stock market, perusing through the daily news in the morning, and maybe just the tiniest amount of casual eavesdropping.
  
  dislikes ⇀ Being alone for too long, being excluded or excluding others, feeling useless in any situation, bothering others when unnecessary, getting stumped by a question, turning down others, panhandlers, intrusive news reporters, inaccurate clocks, rare steaks, and especially those eight-legged friends that shall not be mentioned in his presence.
  
  weapon ⇀ As the child of a Greek war goddess, Ewan is capable of handling most weapons with relative ease and expertise. But much like his mother, he tends to default to his ever so reliable celestial bronze spear and shield duo: Victory and Peace.
  
  powers/abilities ⇀ Telumkinesis: the ability to master and manipulate weapons, Ewan’s proficiency in combat earns him the reputation of being one of the camp’s best fighters. He has an innate aptitude for handling weapons of all shapes and sizes, regardless of his prior experience with them. While he also possesses the ability to conjure particular weapons out of thin air, the process can be strenuous and energy draining depending on the item in question.
  
  Strategy: inherited from the goddess of wisdom herself, Ewan also has a knack for developing and executing strategies found useful to people from all walks of life. From real-world politics and finance to on-camp capture the flag matches, he can effectively map, trace, and predict patterns in what seems to be the blink of an eye. He also has an exceptional sense of memory, and thus scarily accurate when it comes to predicting the behavior of others.
  
  Enhanced Strength: even by demigod standards, Ewan’s physical strength and endurance are something else. Though he’s rarely ever pushed to the extremes, there’s little doubt that he would be capable of enduring most physical challenges. He can also be surprisingly agile in the heat of combat, something that may catch opponents off guard, especially when handling large and bulky weapons.
  
• visage
  
  
  
  visage.

  
  hair ⇀ A rich and earthy shade of brown, almost resembling a dark blond when caught in the sunlight. He keeps it at a medium length, usually spiked or swept up in the front, barring the occasional lazy morning.
  
  eyes ⇀ A pair of deeply set hazel eyes that for better or for worse, never fail to give away his emotions. Whether crinkled out of joy or bulging in surprise, it’s never too hard to read his expression.
  
  skin ⇀ A very lightly tanned sandy beige. Although he puts the effort in to keep his skin healthy, the facial hair probably makes him appear more rugged than smooth.
  
  body/build ⇀ At 6’1 and ~180lbs, Ewan can be a rather imposing figure. Consistent training has left him fit and built with a decently muscular frame. Needless to say, he has quite the physical presence in whatever room he’s in.
  
  distinguishing features ⇀ A number of minor scars line his upper body, mostly harmless wounds sustained from passionate sparring sessions and most definitely not accidents from encounters with the common house spider. Otherwise, he keeps his light stubble regularly trimmed, rarely ever going clean shaven out of personal preference.
  
  face claim ⇀ ryan cooper
  

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[Karcen]

name: Laura Eldridge
nicknames: shut in, forge ghost
age/d. o. b: 17, 31st October
gender: female
sexuality: gay
race/ethnicity: white
godly parent: Hephaestus
camp: half blood
role: scardy cat or quiet kid

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

‣ hair: white hair that is hip length with a rough uncredited for texture
‣ eyes: normal sized eyes with red irises and seemingly lacking pupils
‣ skin: chalk white skin that is smooth and soft
‣ body/build: 4 feet 7 inches tall and exterior thin
‣ distinguishing features: she is albino abd is short cant stand out much more than that
‣ face claim: no real world people match

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— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
‣ personality: (
Laura is above all things known as a shut in she has issues even leaving her little room in her cabin at times. When she actually interacts with others outside she is very snarky and hostile keeping people as far away from herself as possible. She is known for often giving insults to other half bloods and being overall very spiteful towards them which has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. If she sees another mess up you can count on her to bring it up over and over if it bothers them. The only time anyone has seen her friendly is when talking to people online seeming actually nice for that short time. Her fears of just about everyone outside have made Laura into a nearly complete shut in and would almost rather die than leave camp, the only way to get her out would be with a prophecy.

All this is something of a front as all the venom and spite she spews at others is what she feels about herself as well. Laura views herself as the least loved least skilled and lowest of her siblings. She fears others simply being better at her in everything and wants to keep them away to keep what little she sees herself as having. This also plays into her online attitude where she doesn't constantly feel inferior to everyone around her even the smallest of children. Still if anyone could get past all her venom and her issues Laura would likely stick with them no matter what.
‣ fatal flaw: Laura is a very jealous person and lashes out often. She also has no real strength so is useless
‣ habit: she stays up to late and is addicted to games
‣ likes/dislikes:
Likes:
her parents
video games
being alone
her room
technology
magic
being carried

Dislikes:
other half bloods
the gods
herself
the sun
sleep
‣ weapon: tbd possably an enchanted gun
‣ powers/abilities: (

Laura can understand any machine with just a touch knowing how and why it works and any issues with its designs.

Laura is a master at making just about anything from swords to computers she can create it with ease.

through hard work and determination Laura has learned a limited for of enchanting to give items she makes magical properties.

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— 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. (
Laura grew up with both her mother and father who actually have a good amount of money enough to be called rich. There was some trouble when Laura's mother found out she was pregnant and the time she could have gotten so was when her father was away. She maintained it was her husband that had done it no matter what and they two somehow sorted it out enough that they were able to remain together though there was a wound in their marriage that would last for years. Laura being born albino was also something of an issue though to a lesser degree and despite her parents loving her there would grow some doubt in Laura's heart feeling they were saddened with how she was born. This doubt mixed with her own intolerance of the sun helped make her into something of a shut in even in her youngest years.

It is a wonder someone like her survived her first run in with a monster but perhaps the gods felt like giving Laura a break. Laura first encountered a sphinx that broke into her home, the monster already injured from a small group of half bloods out on a quest needed a snack and managed to sniff out a nascent half blood. The sphinx thinking it had lost the hunters decided to play a game with the young Laura, though not a game of riddles but trivia. It was luck and wit that Laura managed to stall the beast long enough for the supposedly lost hunters to follow after the beast. The group would engage the sphinx and defeat it. This would end with Laura and her parents being told about the half bloods and the danger Laura was now in.

Getting to camp Half blood was fairly easy for Laura thanks to her parents being able to throw enough money at it to easily get her there. Still arriving there and being exposed to so many people and finding herself by far the weakest and the least like any god planted some self loathing and dislike of the gods, that was not helped by the fact she wasn't instantly claimed and instead only claimed after her first year when she tried to make something and found a talent in it. With Laura being the weakest half blood she has come to live in the camp year round and after her second year started creating her own room packed with some enchanted technology in her cabin becoming a shut in that comes out so rarely she is often forgotten about.

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— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒. (this is where we determine who if friend, foe, or possible love interest! after establishing a probably “cast”, i like to call it, we can establish how other people feel about each other! their opinions, how they act when they’re around them, etc.!)

 

[cannoli]

— 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

‣ name: Ofelia Love
‣ nicknames: Fee
‣ age: 18
‣ d. o. b: August 12th
‣ gender: Female
‣ sexuality: Lesbian
‣ race/ethnicity: white
‣ godly parent: Diana (roman)
‣ camp: Jupiter , 1st cohort
‣ role: camp clown

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄.

‣ hair: long,wavy auburn hair, usually tied back in a braid or ponytail
‣ eyes: bright, icy blue
‣ skin: on the paler side, covered in freckles, her skin is weathered and tanned from the sun in places
‣ body/build: 6ft, athletic build
‣ distinguishing features: Heterochromia - both eyes have spots of dark brown, also has a tooth gap, will not get braces.
‣ face claim: n/a

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— 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀.
‣ personality: Ofelia is...polarizing, for back of a better word. People seem to either love her or hate her, and the cause of it all seems to be the fact that she just doesn't shut up. Any attempted at a conversation with her would be met with a barrage of wise-cracks, jokes, or sarcasm. In fact, if it wasn't for her straight As and star athlete status, people would wonder if she took ANYTHING seriously....Love her or hate her, there's one thing everyone can agree on, and it's that this girl has no friends. Even those who are more friendly towards her noted that she becomes cagey or even downright hostile towards anyone who tries to get to know her. Maybe it's the overwhelming pressure her parents put on her that make her afraid to open up, maybe shes just got some secrets. Despite her lackadaisical nature and shady personal life, she does have SOME redeeming qualities. She hides it behind a layer of sarcasm, but she genuinely cares about people, and will go out of her way to help them. She puts 100% percent into her work, sometimes becoming a completely different person when she gets engrossed into something.
‣ fatal flaw: Easily angered, and will self-isolate when angry
‣ habit: chewing on things, especially her writing utensils, whistling or humming when she is bored
‣ likes: being useful, sports, hanging out in the woods, has a soft spot for kids
‣ dislikes: being ignored, personal questions, seafood, technology
‣ weapon: Arcus Lunae, a bow and arrow shaped from moonlight. Ofelia can summon it from a pendant kept around her neck.
‣ powers/abilities:
barkskin: True to her origins as a sprout, Ofelia has the ability to meld with the surrounding flora. With this ability, Ofelia seems to phase into nearby plants, becoming indistinguishable from them. Not only is this excellent camouflage, but she is impervious to physical attacks while the tree/plant is in tact. This takes a significant amount of concentration to maintain, and she can be forced out of this form.

Tree Stride: As an extension of barkskin, while in that form, she is able to hop to nearby trees. This ability has a limited range, as it leaves her more vulnerable to being forced out of her tree form.

In addition to the above she is also naturally inclined to archery, hunting and tracking, and easily befriends animals.

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— 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘. Her parents met when Diana was making rounds in the forest, scaring off hunters who were hunting out of season. She came across a man, believing to be a hunter, she tried to chase him off. But, she soon learned he was not a hunter, he was just a local farmer who had stopped to help some of the local wildlife. Intrigued by the man, she began paying him visits. These visits were always short and infrequent, but neither seemed to mind. Eventually, however, she recognized that these visits needed to stop. While she undoubtedly loved the man, she feared she was getting too involved with this mortals life. So, on the day of her final visit, she took a stray eyelash that had landed on his cheek, and planted in the ground. She told him to care for this soil as if it was his own child, and one day it will grow into a sprout, something to remember her by. And so, care for it he did. It felt silly, but his faith was rewarded, and eventually two little green leaves poked up from the grown. From there, he watched it grow larger and larger every day, eventually sprouting a large bud at the top of it's stem. While her father wished he could care for his newborn daughter, he was a poor tradesman who hadn't the time, or money to raise a child. Albeit reluctantly, Ofelia was given into the care of her father's well-off cousins, while he vowed to settle with watching her grow up from afar.

The nature of her birth was a well kept secret within the Love family, for most of Ofelia's life she never second guessed who her parents were. Her childhood was relatively tame, though, there was some oddities about her...She seemed inexplicably drawn to the forest, animals seemed to treat her as one of their own, and, no matter what they tried, the Loves could not get their child on a normal sleep schedule. Oh, and there was one other thing

the monsters.

When she hit her teens, Ofelia had started noticing them stalking about the woods from her bedroom window. They used to scare her, but the call of the forest was too hard to ignore. She started testing the waters, hanging out by the treeline and waiting to see what would come find her. They were never able to get too close, Ofelia always managed to slip away just in time. Each day she would tread further, and further in. It was through these trials she discovered her powers. From there, it became like a game to her. Baiting the monsters, and letting them chase her around the forest. They would get close, but she always managed to get away. Though, someone as inexperienced as her could not keep this up for long. A close call with a strix left her injure on the stoop of her father's cabin. Her father found her, and finally revealed the nature of her birth. From there she was sent to The Wolf House, and entered into Camp Jupiter.

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— 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒. TBD

OFELIA LOVE

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