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application info.




full name.
nickname.
age. (20-24)
date of birth.
gender.
pronouns.
sexuality.
occupation. (if applicable)

godly parent.
weapon of choice.

faceclaim. (realistic only please!)
height.
hair color.
eye color.
distinguishing features.
scars.
modifications. If applicable

likes. 4+
dislikes. 4+
hobbies.
fears.

vices. 3+ please explain each one
virtues. 3+ please explain each one.
(or you can write it out in paragraph form if you want!)

background. (2+ paragraphs please)


















roles.











Big Three



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In this universe, there was no agreement for the big three to not have any more halfblood children. Therefore, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades all have children. However, I am limiting the cast to one from each of the big three. I will be playing a child of Hades, so there is one opening for a child of Zeus and an opening for a child of Poseidon.










Olympians



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These are the children of the main gods and goddesses of Olympus. They are the following: Demeter, Hermes, Apollo, Ares, Aphrodite, Athena, Hephaestus, and Dionysus. There are no limits on the number of children allowed to share the same parent, however, please try to keep a balance!










Minor Gods



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There are many other minor gods and goddesses in Greek mythology. This includes, but is certainly not limited to: Hypnos, Iris, Hecate, Tyche, Nemesis, and Nike. However, children of these deities do not have cabins and could be viewed as outcasts. Again, there are no limitations to how many characters can share the same parent, but please keep balance in mind!















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just a note, demigods are quite powerful, but please be careful to not make your characters too OP! also keep in mind, if they have a minor god as a parent, they may not be as powerful as a child of. an olympian or one of the big three. please feel free to reach out with any questions you might have!!














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  • maia monroe












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full name. maia petra monroe
age. 21
date of birth. june 6th
gender. cis female
pronouns. she/her
sexuality. bisexual
occupation. student in mortuary school

godly parent. hades- the king of the underworld, god of the dead and riches
weapon of choice. dual stygian iron daggers

faceclaim. claire pommet (pomme)
height. 5'6
hair. a mop of brown waves cut into a bob. a patch in the front has been dyed blonde
eyes. blue-hazel
distinguishing features. smooth skin, straight nose, full lips, and a patch of vitiligo under her right eye (only noticeable when she has a tan)
scars. various minor scars on her arms and legs from injuries training at camp halfblood and going on quests
modifications. pierced ears

vices.
stubborn - maia is very set in her ways, so it takes quite a bit of effort for her to change her ways. like other children of hades, she can hold a grudge like it is nobody's business.
cynical - maia generally assumes the worst in people. pessimistic at heart, she believes that life is unforgiving and finds it difficult to trust others.
judgmental - she can be quite critical of others, though whether she voices these thoughts out loud depends on the situation.
virtues.
loyal - once you have maia's trust, you have a friend for life. she will stand by the people she cares about and is always there when they need her.
conscientious - maia works hard and pays attention to detail. she'd rather take the time to do something well than half-ass it and get it over quickly.
secure - maia is happy with who she is and doesn't feel the need to hide her personality. she doesn't care what other people think of her.

likes. collecting things, nighttime, candles, iced chai lattes, listening to music, mismatched socks, cemeteries, people watching, physical activities, dogs
dislikes. sitting still, messes, reading, archery, feeling restrained, uncomfortable shoes, fish, spiders, velvety fabrics, sour candy
hobbies. collects rocks and other small trinkets, yoga
fears. drowning, disappointing either of her parents, small spaces/not being able to move freely

background.

maia monroe has been surrounded by death her whole life, and not just because her father is the god of the dead. her mother, gianna monroe, is a mortician. the monroe family has operated the monroe funeral home since 1937. so, from the day she was born, maia has lived on the second floor of her family's funeral home because her mother had taken over from her grandfather three years before she was born. death had never been something scary or strange for maia, even before she knew exactly who her father was. if anything, it was fascinating.

maia has vague memories of her father from her childhood. he'd come visit on occasion during the spring and summer. maia would realize later, the visits all occurred in the times that persephone was away from the underworld. however, these infrequent visits stopped around the time she turned five or six, apparently in the interest of her own safety. for the same reasons, gianna hadn't given maia much information on her father and she certainly kept his true identity a secret.

school was never easy for maia because of the adhd and dylexia that is associated with demigods, though she tried her best. she could never explain the strange things that would land her in trouble and cause her to bounce around to a few different schools. however, when she turned ten, everything became clear to her. she'd caught the attention of the satyr stationed in her school, and naturally, a monster too. luckily, maia managed to make it to camp half blood in one piece and (relatively) unharmed.

upon arrival, maia still didn't know exactly who her father was, but she had her suspicions. she decided to keep that to herself until she knew for sure. so, she was initially stuck in the hermes cabin with all the other unknowns. it only took a few days for her to be claimed as a daughter of hades. maia, of course, was unsurprised, but many other campers were put off by her parentage. unfortunately, because hades rarely had demigods of his own, nor did he have a place as one of the 12 olympians, she had no cabin of her own.

under normal circumstances, she'd stay in the hermes cabin, but several other campers in that cabin protested and so maia was put in the big house. while she was not happy about being outcasted, she couldn't complain about being moved. the hermes cabin was so crowded, she appreciated not having to sleep on the floor. while she was able to make a few friends, there were many campers who did not like her and a handful who were even scared of her. while she only led two quests, maia had been invited on several over the years. somehow, she had managed to come back alive each time.

like many other gods, her father was a bit distant while she was a camper as he cannot directly interfere with her life. he was the one who gifted her her dual daggers, which she has on her person at all times. now, she does spend some time in the underworld, helping her father with various tasks. she prefers helping in the spring and summer as her relationship with persephone can be quite tense.

as she became an adult, she decided to follow in her mother's footsteps and become a mortician. it seemed fitting as a child of hades and she was certainly very comfortable around the dead. she is going through mortuary school at a bit of a slower pace due to her dyslexia and adhd, but she is doing quite well. when she is not at school, she remains at camp half blood as a counselor. it gives her peace of mind to be in the protected boundaries of the camp when she can be.


headcanons.

☾ maia's hands are always ice cold (her entire body is cool to the touch)
☾ when she is nervous or angry, she does radiate an aura of death. which, understandably, makes others uncomfortable
☾ she will talk to ghosts when she is lonely or bored
☾ has a bad habit of killing any plants she touches if she is not careful
☾ always has her daggers on her
☾ shadow traveling is her preferred method of transportation
☾ animals tend to not like her, though dogs are usually an exception
☾ will pick up cool rocks and other small objects
 
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  • milo payne












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full name. milo tristan payne
age. 24
date of birth. june 6th
gender. cis male
pronouns. he/him
sexuality. heterosexual
occupation. full time counselor at camp half blood

godly parent. apollo- the god of the sun, light, healing, disease, plague, music, art, poetry, archery, reason, knowledge, truth, and prophecy
weapon of choice. bow and arrow. he uses both celestial bronze arrows and sonic arrows.

faceclaim. chance perdomo
height. 5'10
hair. tight black curls, he usually keeps on the shorter side
eyes. deep brown
distinguishing features. bright smile, warm eyes, and often a stubbly beard
scars. various minor scars on his arms and legs from injuries training at camp half blood and going on quests
modifications. none

vices.
cocky - milo's got a big head and a tendency to brag. he likes to show off any time he has an audience.
short tempered - it doesn't take a lot to get milo to snap. though he is quick to anger, he generally doesn't hold grudges.
nosy - milo wants to know everyone's business. not to use it against them (usually), but just for his own curiosity. he tends to ask prying questions without realizing it.
virtues.
friendly - milo always happy to meet new people. he is approachable and kind, happy to be there for anyone who needs him.
courageous - he faces danger and the unknown with a brave face, even if it is difficult.
independent - milo doesn't need someone to guide the way for him. he thinks for himself and follows his own path.

likes. summer, basketball, music, camp, archery, playing guitar, oranges, competition, darts, flirting
dislikes. overcast days, liars, snakes, losing, being alone, the cold, itchy sweaters, bitter food, mosquitos, coffee
hobbies. playing guitar, basketball
fears. snakes, the dark, dying

background.

milo payne was the result of a whirlwind romance between leanne payne and the god apollo. though, she had no idea of her beau's true nature. they had started quickly and ended even quicker, though it was a mutual decision. he was already gone when leanne realized she was pregnant.

she was young and unprepared, but she always found a way to make things work. she even handled his various disciplinary issues at school like they were mere bumps in the road, always finding him a place at another school, trying to find the best institutions for children with adhd and dyslexia. she was truly the best parent he could have asked for. honestly, he didn't even question who his father was, thinking she was all he ever needed.

of course, like most demigods, there came a time where he drew the attention of a satyr searching out half bloods for the camp. at twelve, he finally made it to the camp after a run-in with a harpy. he was claimed quickly, at the camp fire on his first night. it was there where he truly felt like he belonged for the first time.

for the first two years, he was a summer-only camper. he spent his school years wishing to go back to camp where he could be his true self and spend time with his friends. he got his wish to be a year-round camper, though it was in the worst way possible. one night leanne left to pick up some takeout, but she never came home. apparently, she had hit some black ice and slammed head on into a tree.

of course, milo was devastated. with nobody else in the mortal world, it was decided that it would be best for him to return to camp half blood and remain there year round. he threw himself into his activities and slowly healed from the loss (though, he likely will never fully recover).

milo excelled in combat and archery, making him an asset on many quests. healing, however, was not his forte. he could handle minor scrapes and injuries, but was not nearly as helpful as some of his other siblings who were very skilled healers.

camp had become such a large part of his life, that he couldn't see himself leaving. it was his home. instead, he stuck around as a counselor. so, of course, he was one of the first to be concerned about the dwindling number of new arrivals.

headcanons.

☼ milo will tap rhythmically on tables he sits at
☼ he's a sore loser
☼ he wakes as the sun rises
☼ will often brag and exaggerate about his quest stories
☼ abuses the couplet curse, especially when he loses some sort of competition
 
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FERNLEY
BERISHA
APHRODITE
05/13/00
Full Name: Fernley Edin Berisha.
Nicknames: Fern or Edin.
Age: twenty-three.
Birthday: May 13th.
Gender: Genderfluid.
Pronouns: Any.
Sexuality: Queer.
Occupation: Manages a small boutique.

Height: 6'1".
Hair Color/Style: Chestnut in color, it is somewhat wavy and generally stays at jaw length. he will sometimes style it but mostly leaves it down.
Eyes: hazel.
Mods: ear piercings.
Distinguishing Features: dimpled chin, strong jawline, slightly crooked nose.
Scars: Surprisingly unblemished compared to the rest of the demigods, he still has a few scars from camp.
Face Claim: Joland Novaj.

Godly Parent: Aphrodite, Goddess of sexual love, fertility, and beauty.
Weapon: Not one to get a specific weapon as he has little interest in conflict, he eventually settled for a large shield. It has a mirror-like surface and has the ability to enchant someone who faces it by displaying their most precious loved one instead of fern or whoever is behind the shield. he is able to hide at least one additional person behind the shield. the effect will vary depending on the opponent. aphrodite is the one who enchanted the shield, causing the enchantment to be much stronger than any other 'love spell' someone else could conjure. it is a similar enchantment to her legendary girdle that allows her to become to most desired person in someone's life. because of this, it is a very useful defensive weapon as enemies are rendered unable to attack their loved ones. the shield is named ghita due to aphrodite's pearls that adorn the weapon.
Aditional Abilities: Shapeshifting, Amokinesis, and charmspeak.

Fears: falling truly in love. losing loved ones. losing the connection to aphrodite.

Likes: beautiful things, clothes, jewelry, makeup, going out, romance, dating, fun movies, sleeping in, not working, poodles, romance scents, traveling, pretty people, confidence, good food.
Dislikes: ugliness, clashing colors, ugly Christmas sweaters, doing 'love tests' for people, serious relationships, sour food, strong perfume, waking up early, difficult work, monsters, insecurities

Extra: he can fluently speak every language of love. he designs clothes sometimes. aphrodite has met fern a few times and is very fond of them. despite their build, they are a sturdy defender and have been the line of defense for other half-bloods more than once. still has gifts from aphrodite when she claimed him. his shield takes the form of an extravagant watch. aphrodite gifted fern magic makeup, golden bracelets, pearl earrings, a one-of-a-kind outfit, and a magical hair brush.
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    Full name: Galatea Constantine
    Nickname(s): Gal
    Age: Twenty One
    D.O.B:
    Gender:
    Female
    Pronouns: She/Her
    Sexuality: Pansexual
    Occupation: Entrepreneur; Owner of The Garden of Eden, a sexual therapy spa

    Hair: Copper Red
    Eyes: Icy Blue
    Height: 5'2
    Distinguishing Features: A beauty mark on her lower
    Scars:

    Godly Parent: Aphrodite; Goddess of love, lust, pleasure, procreation, and beauty
    Weapon of Choice: Morningstar

    Likes
    +Chaos and fighting, particularly bar brawls
    +Luxuries and pretty things
    +Summertime
    +Playing sports & Training
    +Animals; especially cats, foxes, and doves
    +Martial Arts
    +Apples
    +Swimming
    +Makeup

    Dislikes
    -Working out in the heat
    -Darkness
    -Most children of Athena
    -The cold
    -Losing a fight
    -The way some gods and demigods view mortals

    Faceclaim: Carmen Solomons





































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APPLES.



SUZI WU












LOVELIE.















I.

I got a new vocation, it’s my absurd creation










name


Lovelie Marie Augustin.







known as


Love or Lovie.







age


Twenty-four.







Date of birth


November 2nd.







gender & pronouns


Cisfemale, She/Her.







sexuality


Pansexual.







occupation


Private Jeweler | Lovelie attended a specialized school where she majored in Gemology & Jewelry Appraisal. Lovelie creates custom, high quality pieces for her clientele. Using magic she can enchant her jewelry for a variety of different affects.













II.

You give me love, and I can give you forms of recreation





P H Y S I C A L I T Y
She had not been molded like clay by experienced hands, leaving her rough and imperfect edges for all to see. She has been told, by those who have gazed upon her, that she is proof that only fools associate evil with the dark. She is all deep brown skin, deep like the most fertile of soils or the cosmos that others viewwith longing in their eyes. Crushed pearl twinkles on her skin like stars in the night skin, urging those to take a closer look and make a wish should they feel deserving.

A face that some deem hard to look at yet they find themselves entranced all the same. There is something vaguely unnerving…otherworldly hidden in her features but soft enough to fool the eyes. those eyes of her, a silvery blue, hide their true emotions behind fluttering lashes. It is hard to see the hunger that lurks within. their watery depths camouflage the intentions that she wants no other to see. they say so much yet so little. her face, both hard marble and soft clay.

She grew as though she had been attempting to reach the above. Her body grew into itself fiercely, all long limbs, hard muscle and feminine curves. She is avian like in her grace, her movements fluid and almost floating when she arrives. She has been compared to a bird, something of fragile bones and sweet songs. They forget of the birds of prey, with talons ready and eyes poised for an attack.


R E F E R E N C E
Aweng Chuol.

P S Y C H E
A serrated knife smile gleaming white and soaked in red, and beckoning eyes. Full lips part to speak honey-dipped words into the ears of flies. They flow like water, her stream of half-truths and riddles becoming more akin to troubled waters. She laughs as she watches the brave and the foolish wade through the depths, so caught up in discovering more that they fail to realize how far they’ve sunken. Lovelie enjoys this game of catch and release, push and pull. Lovelie has always been meticulous when it comes to how she words things. She speaks in a way that leaves others frustrated and unsure of her intentions.

There is something about the look in her eyes that sets people on edge. Her gaze speaks of hidden information, as though she knows something that she shouldn’t. It would be hard to believe that one such as herself is as knowledgeable and spiritual as she is devoted to the ways of her culture. Within the woods, when night falls and with the moon as her witness, She dances and sings and raves to honor those who came before her and watch her over even now. Lovelie is a master of her craft. years have been spent learning and it shows in the power that she wields.

She is a raging fire, a flame that draws the moth forward, the wild fire that consumes the forest and leaves behind ash and devastation. Lovelie welcomes chaos with a razor grin and wild look in her eyes. What is life without spontaneity? Without change that forces the world to adapt? Resilience has turned her spine to steel and skin to armor. She is no flower, a dainty thing easily crushed under foot or bent by the pressure of the wind. A mighty oak is what she is, standing tall and rooted against the things that try to knock her down.

A woman of passion hides amongst the flock of demigods. Lovelie was made to make the world tremble, to take fate in her hands and bend it to her will. Mad in the eyes of many, Lovelie is the cackle at a funeral, a string of curses, and a product of the strength of her ancestors stolen, unwilling to submit, and formed to conform.


L I K E S & D I S L I K E S
[ LIKES ] Bonfires, Custom Grillz, Horror Media, Strawberry Lolipops, Tarantulas, Spider Lilies, Dark chocolate Cigars, Precious Gemstones, Honeysuckle, Children,
Feasts, Moonlit Nights, Alcohol, Razor Sharp
Acrylics

[ DISLIKES ] Irksome Spirits, Disrespect, The Boring and Dull, Losing, Waiting for too long, Being still for too long, Overtly sweet things


M I S C
[ HOBBIES ]
Taxidermy, Collecting Skulls, Foraging , Walking through the forest at night,Tire Machèt, Dancing









III.

In bonus level mode, I shake the skin and bone





G O D L Y P A R E N T
Hecate; Goddess of Witchcraft, The Night, Necromancy, and The Moon.
W E A P O N O F C H O I C E
The Deadman - Lovelie was gifted a machete that was blessed to forever remain sharp.










IV.

I'm far too crazy, wanna see your favorite episode?





H I S T O R Y
Samuel had been an honest man, a man known for his harsh way of speaking and the stern look in his eyes. He had been the last person who people would have thought to be a single parent. There had been something otherworldly about the woman he had met, her raven mane and eyes had drawn him in like a moth to flame and he willingly threw himself into the fire of her embrace. Something had told him that there was something otherworldly about her, as a devout Oungan, he could sense certain things. Their meetings were spontaneous, she came and went as she pleased and he didn’t attempt to hold her back.

They were something of a family when she fell pregnant. But that soon crumbled when their daughter was born and she disappeared once again. She had come to him in a dream, he was sure of it, showing him without words just why she could not stay. It did little to soothe his wounded heart. And so he closed that chapter in his life and focused on his new priority, for he had no experience with children and was left with little help to guide him.

Little Lovelie grew into a terror. She was every bit of her mother’s child in the sense that she seemed to never be in the same place for too long and often somewhere she had no business being in the first place. For a brief period she had wondered about her mother, after cutting off the braid of a girl who dared to tease her for not having one. The conversation had been swift and honest. Lovelie soon found out that her mother had left them, and had left her. She shed no tears for the one who was supposed to love her. No, she was far too busy causing trouble and staying outside until the street lights came on.

Little Haiti was a place not safe for the soft-hearted and the sheltered. There were many times Lovelie had seen things not meant for a child’s eyes. Her father had protected her but never hid her from the ways of the world. It was the only way to deal with a curious child like her. Though poverty plagued the streets, Lovelie can say that she never went without. Her father’s work as a teacher kept them just above the poverty line. And to a young girl, pickpocketing helped them as well. It was then that she learned of her love for precious metals, watching them gleam on the hands and in the mouths of people.

Life became all the more interesting when she turned 12. The Satyr hidden amongst the people in little Haiti had told her of her destiny and she had humored him and promptly walked away. She had no wish to associate with a mother that was never there and her destiny would be of her own making. Of course fate, ever the fickle entity, had other plans. When her powers appeared and a monster attacked her while she was with her father, she had no choice but to do as told.










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Oh, I'm not your daughter, not quite what you ordered
































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child of poseidon



Lyra







full name

Lyra Delmare






Age

Twenty






Gender

Female | She/Her






Sexuality

Pansexual (this scrolls)






d.o.b.

February 26th | Pisces






Occupation

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Orange Trees


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visage

















height

4'11" | 150 cm






weight

100 lbs | 45 kg






hair

Long blonde curls that tumble past her shoulders. Most days Lyra will let her curls tumble loose around her shoulders or she will pull small sections away from her face and secure them with a bow at the back of her head, with some loose pieces framing her heart-shaped face.






eyes

Blue in color, framed with thick lashes. They are generally bright with joy but will turn a stormy blue whenever she is upset.






build

Lithe and slender, Lyra seems small for a girl her age and is often mistaken for being younger than she actually is.






distinguishing features

Her blue eyes are her most noticeable feature, set in a heart-shaped face with rounds cheeks, full lips and a delicate nose.






complexion

Her complexion is fair, with a smattering of freckles across her nose and across both cheeks. Due to her fair skin tone, her skin flushes pink quite easily.






Mods

WIP






Scars

WIP






faceclaim

Alina Kalenich























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Lyra can come across as timid or shy towards strangers, but she is simply withdraw, afraid of letting her true personality show for fear that it will be ill-received. Until she has a chance of warming up to someone, she remains distant but polite.

She is fairly decent at masking her emotions, which leads others to believe that she is calm and collected but in reality, she is just able to hide how she is truly feeling.

A kind-hearted soul by nature, Lyra's empathetic tendencies lead her to lending a helping hand whenever she is able and she is unable to turn away from a person in need of help.

She can be quite gullible at times, which when combined with her empathetic nature, can lead her to being fooled by those with ill-intentions.

Lyra can also be a bit of a perfectionist; she tends to be very hard on herself when she is unable to complete a task to her satisfaction and she has a bad habit of comparing her accomplishments (or lack there of) to the accomplishments of others.

Due to her masking her emotions at times, instead of confronting her negative emotions in a healthy way, Lyra bottles them up until she is eventually over-whelmed by them.






Likes

4+






Dislikes

4+






Hobbies

WIP






fears

➳ One of the kids in the orphanage thought it would be funny to lock her in a closet when she was young; she's been terrified of small spaces ever since.


















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Godly Parent

Poseidon, God of the Sea






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full name.
Lorraine Beaumont
nickname.
Loony Beaumont, "The Mad scientist"
age.
23
date of birth.
28/05
gender.
 Female
pronouns.
She/her
sexuality.
Homosexual
occupation.

Camp Forge Supervisor and Advisor/ Smithy for Heroes

godly parent.
Hephaestus
weapon of choice.
Madame - her forge hammer that turns to larger warhammer.

faceclaim.
Carolina Porqueddu
height.
5ft 9in
hair color.
Bleached white after an experiment gone wrong, originally redhead
eye color.
Blue
distinguishing features.
See hair
scars.
Hands and arms are marked with many burns and cuts from her tools.


likes.
Heat of the forge, cats, People watching, tropical fruit flavoured sweets and gum, beaches, milkshake, iced teas, creative people, nature
dislikes.
Quiet, being left on her own, spiders, coffee, cold weather, cities,
hobbies.
Forging, swimming, cooking, walking through nature.
fears.

vices.

  • Scatterbrained - she is born with a form of ADHD that makes it difficult to considerate on one thing for long, as ideas and thoughts seemed to spew in constantly. This is seen in many half finish projects and endless talk if she is not stopped. She can focus on a matter with mental strain and effort.
  • Ruthless - Though pacifist in nature when called to fight or sees something perceived as a threat to her friends and camp, she stops at nothing to eliminate it.
  • Blunt - She doesn't mince her words and is brutally honest on her opinion, regardless of tact. She claims it is an effect of her condition but some think she just uses it as an excuse.
  • Introverted - Growing up, her condition made it difficult to maintain friends and so withdrew more and more into her forge work. Though in recent years she had opened up to a close group of friends, old habits die hard.
virtues.
  • Loyal - she internally grateful to those who put up with her and would do anything for them.
  • Creative - a true artist, whether in the forge or finding solution to a problem.
  • Perceptive - Having an overactive mind has its benefits, and one of them is an eye for detail.
  • Tough - Though she might appear as a delicate flower, she is her father's daughter through and through.
background.
Lorraine was born from a drunken one stand between Madeline Beaumont and the god Hephaestus. Madeline was a software engineer who had struck on her own, creating a popular social media app and sold for hundreds of millions. She was celebrating the sell when she encountered rugged god, the two hit off quickly, but he was gone when she woke up in a hotel room the next day. She was already married at the time so she was happy to put it in the event in the past as a pleasant drunken mistake. Furthermore, she had almost forgotten the even until a month latter, she discovered she was pregnant.

To say that Lorraine upturned her mother's and husband's lives was an understatement. There was little chance that her adoptive father, a fact that was not lost on him, and initiate a long messy divorce. To make it worse, the matter become public knowledge, leading to media frenzy which took a while to die down. However, despite it all, Madeline tried to do right for Lorraine and so the young Lorraine lived a life of wealth and privilege despite being born to a single parent. However, she was raised mostly by nannies as her mother focused more on starting new businesses and rarely ever spend time with her daughter directly. That distance became worse when Madeline remarried and had further children, showing more direct attention to them than others.

It was early in her life when she was found to be different, she had trouble focusing on anything for more than a few seconds, with the only thing that would hold her attention for any amount of time was playing around with devices. Particularly, she was able to perfectly break her carer phone apart to its component pieces perfectly when she was a toddler (the carer is still waiting for the phone to be repaired, however).In addition, though she was considered, smart, found it hard to do well in school. In addition, her condition was effecting her sleep and her ability of making friends growing up. Her parents get her help and took her to special schooling, which helped her manage her condition, but she still found it hard to make friends, which made her increasingly isolated and frustrated. It was in her early teens when her frustration hit a peak and took drastic and permanent actions for relief.

It was the quick intervention of satyr and her godly parent that saved her and her heritage was revealed. She eventually left home to go to camp half-blood, she found the adjustment hard at first, but in time she realized she had found a home she had never had since birth. Slowly, but slowly, she excelled in her studied and even made a few friends amongst the campers. She thrived learning better ways to manage her condition and learning to use her abilities to forge better and better weapons. She soon builds a reputation as one of the best smiths at camp and was sought after by other demigods. For once, she was fully content, though her conditions still frustrated her at times.

She stayed in camp when her education was up, not wanting to return to the mundane world. She was given the unofficial role as a forge supervisor and began to guiding her brothers and sister while still accepting request to forge new weapons.
 
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When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.





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child of dionysus



ione







full name

ione stern






nicknames

io






age

24






d.o.b.

april 1






ethnicity

caucasian






sexuality

bisexual






occupation

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easier


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height

5'7"






weight

128lbs






hair c.

coffee brunette






eye c.

green, like grapes






distinguishing fts.

dark circles stain her pale complexion, giving a look of unkemptness about her






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psyche









ione would consider herself quite generous. the parties she would throw whilst attending camp half blood, the theatrical plays she threw on the weekends and the general atmosphere of her presence? no one could dispute that. no one. those were on the days she could climb out of bed, however. despite being unable to partake in drinking at camp, ione had a general aura of laziness about her; often finding herself staring at the ceiling of her cabin, weightless and drunk simply on grapes. 'that's impossible.' a camp counsellor once scoffed at her, having been sent to fetch her for archery training. 'yes, it is.' she hummed in agreement, and nonetheless, found her body reluctant to move. she realised this quality about herself lent to a patient nature, unwilling to press people's boundaries. ione was stubborn — if others weren't able to extend that same patience towards herself, then she was going to prove difficult to contend with.






likes

drinking, rainy days, junk food, theater, drinking, nature, constant noise, drinking






dislikes

her father, exerting energy, impatience, heroics, expectations, uncomfortable clothing, being sober






fears

having too much control, retreating to her thoughts, choking; by suffocation, or on wine






hobbies

reading and acting plays aloud, decorating her dreary apartment with endless plants, and drinking herself into a stupor most nights


















03.



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before: ione despised school from the moment she was old enough to study more than shapes and colours. letters were where they shouldn't be and she was the only one able to see those glaring flaws. exasperated, ione simply gave up by age nine — it was exerting too much of her energy to read the same words multiple times until the words stopped moving around. her mother, carmen stern, enrolled her into special education soon after; it started as an extra hour or two after school to transferring full time when there was no improvement. at aged thirteen, her best friend morphed into a cyclops — quite scary, considering they had been complaining about eye strain the week before and was suddenly towering above her with one giant bloodshot eye, threatening to swallow her whole. ione had ran, and by the time she encountered the satyr in the administration office, she knew that was the last time she would ever run that much again. how was anyone able to do that without passing out?

then: meeting her father (as the director of camp half-blood) went about as well as expected; he stared for a beat too long, then pointed at the cabin she'd be staying in and without a word, turned away. as she got to know her father through the tales of other campers, ione found disdain resting heavy on her lungs. that was why she was so... useless? 'of all gods!' she complains to an unclaimed camper from the hermes cabin, pacing the length of the cafeteria. 'it had to be the laziest, useless, pointless-' she had cut herself off, catching a glimpse of herself in a floor length mirror. she looked like him. tall, skin and bones, a weak quality in how she held herself... she looked almost mad, rambling this way. things suddenly made sense in life.

from that point on, ione ended up having a unique curriculum set out for her; learning how to bend the grape and strawberry vines — they snake along her arms, spouting thorns and constricting to her liking. next, ione became skilled in her own madness. to make up for her lack of attending certain classes (mostly due to her inability to get her body to respond accordingly, and that may have something to do with the constant grapes she ate), she tended to the strawberry farms and put on fortnightly plays for the camp every sunday night. theater talent came from dionysus, of course, and ione soon found herself going absolutely mad when acting. during those next few years, ione practiced at imparting that madness onto others. she had to touch them, unfortunately. skin on skin. but the way she had some people on their knees, begging for relief? she finally saw some appeal in being dionysus' daughter.

now: surviving certainly came down to her never being invited on quests that involved heavy fighting. she was mostly acquired for quick missions, something that required her to manipulate her way close enough to drive someone mad or suffocate them with vines. and now? at twenty four years old, ione has moved on from camp half blood to working at the bar beneath her run-down apartment. she spends her days drinking — it was nothing like the grapes that gave her a fraction of the buzz she experiences daily now. with inhibition came a new found dislike; being lost in her thoughts for too long. the periods of time she spent thinking was excruciating; the realisation she is just as much of a failure, a joke, as her father was among the gods. it almost made her miss him. ione didn't anticipate how lonely it was to be the only disappointment.


















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weapon of choice

grape vines; like her father, ione is able to grow and summon plants at will with a preference for grape vines due to their durability. she controls the tendrils to snake and bind, constricting them to suffocate her enemies. it leaves her at a disadvantage in how much focus and control is needed to summon the vines to accomplish her bidding — rare, as ione lives in a constant state of intoxication. by that reason, she also possesses dionysus' ability to induce madness.




















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full name




Nikandros Euphranor








02.

age




24








03.

D.O.B.




March 21st








04.

gender




male








05.

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06.

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homosexual








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Occupation




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if i cannot be better than them, i will become so much worse.





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child of iris



alina.







full name

alina roots.






nicknames

lina.






age

24 years old.






d.o.b.

october 21st.






ethnicity

caucasian.






sexuality

lesbian.






occupation

model.

































what was i made for?


billie eilish




















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height

1.57 m (5,2ft)






weight

121 lbs(55 kg)






hair c.

blonde — long, thick and fine.






eye c.

hazel colored — bright and large.






distinguishing fts

has an aura-like glow to her — it's faint on her skin, but to her eyes, there is an almost brilliant glow to them to the point it appears she has been crying.






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psyche









genuine, loving, and responsible. those were the traits that stood out of the goddess of rainbows, iris. and her daughter? well, alina is the kind of person who will love you one minute and hate your guts the next. she’s not afraid to tell people exactly what she thinks of them and she doesn’t take shit from anyone. alina is ruthless, it takes one person to piss her off and she'll get that satisfaction of blinding them temporarily if bothered. she won’t tolerate people who think they are above her and will not back down in a fight. her mother may not of made a big name for herself, but alina believed she was more than that. she is driven, her desire to prove herself still burns deeply in her, and doesn’t seem like it will be going out any time soon. she is careful about who she lets get close to her, partially as a defense mechanism from bouncing around home to home a lot. she is sassy, witting ,and cunning. she’s not afraid to say what she thinks, feels and what she wants. alina knows who she is in life, and she isn’t afraid to tell the world — loud enough to wake the dead and skirts hitched up to her knees. for those who don’t know her, expect a sharp tongue and a quick wit. but for those who do, she’s that annoying friend who’s always prettier than you and knows it, but still convinces you that everyone loves you. although there may seem like there are more flaws to her than virtues, alina really is trying — she’s just a little too comfortable in her own skin and lost.






likes

alina loves the water, it was a safe space for her to clear her head after a long day. she also likes photography (especially if its taken of her), horses (she was all about pegasi at the campgrounds), fashion (she must make a statement), and cigarettes (literally impossible to see her without one).






dislikes

alina hates hand-to-hand combat, she rather sit out and be bored out of her mind than be dirty. she also dislikes people's expectations of her (because of how needed her mother is for other gods' errands she resents that iris' has no identity for herself), the sight of gore makes her uneasy (although she can handle blood), and lastly lying (she's blunt for a reason, if you can't handle the truth than maybe don't talk to her).






fears

alina has only one fear; being forgotten.






hobbies

swimming (she almost considered doing it professionally after leaving camp halfblood), thrift shopping (wanted to bring certain trends back in fashion),and smoking (she does it so often it may as well be considered a hobby).


















03.



history









alina was bounced from home to home when her father decided he was not cut out to be a single parent; on the other side, iris had no clue where her daughter would end up. she found herself in an orphanage for children with learning disabilities at six years old, where she met killian. the two bonded when they were paired for both having adhd in their classes, quickly becoming close. three years in the orphanage before iris had caught wind of where alina was, sending a satyr to retrieve her. the first years at camp half-blood would be her fondest memories — she actively enjoyed learning to communicate and ride pegasi, discovering more about greek mythology and unarmed combat where she could finally flex her abilities. in her later years, she set up a support group for unclaimed half-bloods. it was expected of her, of course, to follow in iris' morals. but it was during this time and her research into greek mythology that alina learned a lot about who iris was and what was to become of her daughter. the unclaimed half-bloods came and went, always claimed by a god or goddess that had them set up for greatness. it stung when killian had been claimed by ares and no one believed he would just be lesser than others.

alina found herself by the water often during her early teens, tracing the ripples in the water with her fingers; she found the light bending, the reflection becoming an illusion of something else. it happened that simply. one moment, she saw herself, destined to be nothing more than another messenger for the weaker gods, and the next — she was more, something brilliant. her skin glowed and her eyes were hardened, having led a life that was her own. it was that moment, alina knew she wanted to be something more than what iris had planned.

when her time at camp half-blood came to a close, she returned to the mortal world to pursue modelling. she subtly bended the light to achieve the most desired angles, removing shadows and directing them over flaws, and quickly gained a cult following on social media. her entrance into the influencer world was swift and she finally felt belonged.


















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weapon of choice

iris' guide. named her weapon after her mother. considered to be a lantern flail, a spiked mace attached on top. it possesses all of the traits of a flail and a lantern, making it useful for alina to incorporate her abilities with her weapon. she was gifted with the ability, like her mother, to be able to bend light. it's what we call photokinesis, where she can change the light intensity while also giving off a blast of light where she can impale or blind opponents. another ability she has is hallucikinesis; the unique ability in which alina can trick the light in a person's irises, allowing her to manipulate illusions.




















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killian







full name

killian buchanan






nicknames

kill






age

23






d.o.b.

july 23






ethnicity

italian/caucasian






sexuality

hetero






occupation

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the crooked kind


radical face




















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height

6'1"






weight

191lbs






hair c.

obsidian black hair






eye c.

normally, brown.






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as a son of ares, killian is adaptable. his fluidity with different weapons cannot be understated, as he's never met a weapon he hasn't enjoyed. the adaptability also extends to war strategy; not to the same extent as children of athena, but enough that in the midst of a battle killian is reliable enough to change plans accordingly. most could assume killian is courageous, throwing himself into the heat of any challenge. though his bravery will not allow him to slip into pure stupidity, pushing him into a fight he cannot win — he knows his limits, knows his capabilities. killian supposes that is where his arrogance comes from. the confidence within himself and fighting abilities gives him a prideful attitude, noted in how he carries himself and takes on any challenge presented. he faces threats with a ruthlessness that had left his fellow campers with an uneasiness. killian simply was not like the other ares children, he was better. calculated. brutal.






likes

combat, animals, solitude, art, tea, strategy






dislikes

music, hunting, ignorance, socialising, archery, blind obedience






fears

losing everything






hobbies

studying ancient greek warfare, feeding the animals at camp, and running during early morning


















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his earliest memories are at an orphanage. kids came and went, staff members were the only constant, and there was alina: if it weren't for her, killian supposed he would have spent his entire childhood in those dark brick walls. adhd had bonded them, in the start. time had a funny sense of humour in that way. when the satyr arrived to whisk them away to camp half-blood, killian believed he had finally found his place: full of frustration and bitterness.

killian had very quickly taken to the ways of being a son of ares, though he couldn't stand the music, often rising first of the campers to get away from it and being the last to climb into his bunk at night. combat, however, kept him sane. being able to funnel all that pain and confusion for his unfair start in life left him satisfied, but only for awhile. he learned as a son of ares, the hunger for violence was never fully satiated. there was a hole in his chest, a warning in his heart, a siren in his head; 'you are the perfect embodiment of me.' these incessant comments from ares rang through his ear after a successful sparring session. there was no desire to make his father proud, or to live up to expectations. killian was focused solely on himself and his thirst for violence.

that violence came to a head during capture the flag. the son of apollo guarding the enemy flag was flighty, flying arrows his direction in warning. something overtook him and to this day, killian still doesn't understand the blind rage he suddenly flew into. he marched across the creek, grabbing the boy by the throat and throwing his weight down to pin him hard. there were meek attempts to throw killian off, possibly thinking he wasn't going to go that far, but he was. blood was rushing through his ears, drowning out the sounds of his pleas as he squeezed the life out of the apollo boy. his own team stood by in shock, covering their mouths, eyes, gesturing wildly to get the attention of the nearest counsellor but there was something he needed to do. later, alina recounted how his irises had become red, flooded with rage; he urged the fallen body to rise, take his own flag in hand and march to killians teams goal.

no one bothered him after that. killian had some peace from the campers, not being pestered to lighten up and relax with them. what remained was ares, consistently praising him as his favourite, his prodigy. maybe it stoked his pride somewhat, as the arrogance killian had following the event was earned in his eyes. he was able to find enjoyment in certain things, like feeding the animals at camp and admiring greek paintings. but not without the watchful eyes of others. he wasn't proud of what he did that day, often thought about where that boy might be now. though he didn't regret learning about what he was capable of. in spite of the event, killian was allowed to stay so long as he refrained from a repeat. instead, they had him practice on fallen enemies attempting to cross the borders of their camp. he found himself consistently placed there, maybe so the counsellors always had an eye on him. even so, killian took some pride in his place.

years after his time at camp half blood had come to an end, killian found himself staying. always watching the borders, always taking thrill in the fights that came, and always hearing the persistent voice of his fathers praise.


















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weapon of choice

nemesis: despite being fluent with most weapons, killian quickly took a liking to scythes due to one of the unique abilities some children of ares were gifted — something he found invaluable; the limited ability in necromancy, raising the fallen bodies of his enemies to fight on his side. another ability that killian uses to his advantage in battle is odikinesis, able to arouse mutual feelings of bloodlust and hatred in others. the manipulation tactic worked in his favour, as he was in perfect control of channeling those feelings into his combat, whereas others are vulnerable to the sudden onslaught of unchecked anger.




















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