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CHARLOTTE [ LOTTIE ] LILAC MCKINNON
Seventeen  ‧  Female  ‧  Bisexual  ‧  February 13th



Growing up, Charlotte's father used to tell her that she was made up of the softest parts of love. The shy, hesitant touches or the gentle cadence in her words, always with sparkling eyes and a sweet smile. Affectionate, empathetic, and selfless, Aphrodite's blessings shone through her demigod daughter in small doses. Relatives would coo over her, remarking how adorable and well-behaved she was. A boy in her kindergarten class gathered a bouquet of daisies from their school playground and presented it to her when they returned from recess. A girl in middle school left a handwritten letter in Lottie's locker, confessing her feelings for her.

Love followed Lottie like a shadow. But when she reached for it, her fingertips barely brushed the surface.

She had beauty but lacked charm, the ability to love but lacked passion. Being born a day before Valentine's Day should've been a clear sign of her misfortune. Painfully awkward and lacking any sort of tact or wit in conversations, it is no surprise to find Lottie stumbling over her words or anxiously rocking on the balls of her feet. Romantic relationships rarely come easily to Lottie as she struggles with coming across as over-assertive from the very beginning or too distant and shy that she appears uninterested. It isn't any further help that she places her feelings with incompatible people once they show her a mere ounce of kindness. However, with the resilience of a weed growing in pavement cracks, Charlotte bounces back fairly quickly and rarely dwells on past mistakes.

DAUGHTER OF APHRODITE

[ COMBAT STATS ]

STRENGTH      2
INTELLIGENCE      6
ENDURANCE      8
AGILITY      6

Lottie is a lover, not a fighter. Her battle skills are underdeveloped,
and she is overly reliant on her godly abilities and pretty smile.

TIME AT CAMP   Three years, arrivedWEAPON   A handheld mirror that can be
when she was fourteen years oldreshaped into a celestial bronze chakram

STRENGTHS   Resilient, bounces backWEAKNESSES   Physically weak,
quickly after taking a loss, adept withstruggles with communication, especially
her abilities, and empatheticin team settings, and conflict-averse

GODLY ABILITIES
As beauty is subjective, Lottie can shape-shift and change her appearance. While she rarely uses this as it tends to warp her self-image, it has proven efficient when she needs a quick disguise. Like any child of Aphrodite, she can charmspeak those around her, influencing them to do anything she asks. While it's in use, her voice tends to drop slightly, and she maintains intense eye contact with her target. Lottie can manipulate emotions, particularly ones of love, attraction, and heartbreak. Unfortunately, this ability is limited to physical contact with her target. She has a natural fluency in romance languages. She can understand and speak Italian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian, despite never studying them before her time at the camp.



Raised by her single father in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, Charlotte's upbringing was far from the chaos of her current life in Camp Half-Blood—simple, quiet, and peaceful. A former model and actor, her father's fame attracted the attention of the goddess of love and beauty, and a year-long love affair resulted in the birth of their daughter. With Aphrodite's eventual parting to return to Mt. Olympus, Lottie's father decided to step away from his career and dedicate himself entirely to raising his daughter. He moved out of Los Angeles and returned to his home state, Wisconsin, and used the money from his career to settle into a comfortable two-bedroom apartment at the heart of Milwaukee.

Despite the simplicity of her childhood, Lottie always felt different. Though diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia at a young age, there was the strange feeling that something was festering inside her. Perhaps it was because of the looks she sometimes received or the way people's attitudes changed when she spoke to them. Lottie affected people in a way that she couldn't understand.

She came to learn, years later, that it was due to her abilities developing as she grew older. Unconsciously, Lottie would use her shapeshifting to enhance her beauty or her charmspeak to influence people to do her bidding. Charlotte found out that she was a demigod after an empousa cornered her during a school trip to attack her. A satyr came to her aid, pulling her out of trouble at just the right moment. He explained all that she needed to know before she arrived at the camp, promising to reach out to her father, who had known all along that her mother was no mortal.

Two days after she crossed Half-Blood Hill, a pink aura surrounded Charlotte, and everyone's heads whipped towards the newest Aphrodite camper, basking in her mother's blessing.

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Name: Kaiden Hellfire
Nicknames: Kai
Gender: Trans Man
Age: 19
Species: Demon(Justice)
Ethnicity / Race: British?
Astrology Sign: Scorpion
Years at camp: 1
Godly powers: Pyrokentic.
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Not Known.

Godly parent: Hades

Sibling(s): Timmithy
Age: 32
Relationship: Kai and Tim are good friends. Idk what u mean help
Pet(s): A black lab mix named Andy

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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5'8
Weight: 165
Frame / Build: Muscluar
Hair length: Long-ish
Hair color: half black half white
Eye shape: Hooded
Eye color: Dark red(if not allowed, then blue)
Complexion: smooth?
Face size (broad, narrow, etc.): Oval
Voice type: deep with a slight british accent
Foot size: 9 or 10
Tattoo(s): He has a tattoo of angel wings on his back.
Scar(s): He has a scar on his nose, and on across his left eye
Other notable accessories: He always wears a cross necklace
Any other identifying mark(s): He has a star birthmark on his left palm. He hides it by wearing gloves. he has scars on his arms, which are (view spoiler)[ SH (hide spoiler)]. he has bruises, everywhere.
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Curry
Favorite Sport: Soccer
Favorite Book: Twilight
Favorite Show: Glitch(On Netflixs)
Favorite Music: Hard Rock
Favorite Color: Black
Clothing Style / Preferences: He usually wears a black turtleneck with no sleeves, ripped jeans.
Hobbies: Blacksmithing
Role Models: Hades.
Likes: Chinese Food, good people.
Dislikes: scientist

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PERSONALITY
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Personality: He is a powerful but kind man. He treats everyone with respect. He will protect the innocent, and the brave. He is a selfish, but good man. He will stick up for his family in desperate times. He doesn't like bad people, and will get angry easily. he has trust issues.



Good Qualities / Trait(s): Kind, caring, loving, strong.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Selfish.
Strengths: He will make anyone fall in love with him, due to his looks.
Weaknesses: He can fall in love easily.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: He has a habit of avoiding people who he knows he will hurt.
Phobia / Fears: Thanatophobia

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HISTORY
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History:He has a complex history. he was abused as a child, by his human parents, who he does not remember. He has bruises everywhere. Before he transitioned, he had so many miscarriages he now fears for pregnant women. He treats everyone like his own. He is very sweet. Kai is very, very fatherly, and brotherly. He hates humans for what his human parents did to him. He hates them so much, that he gets mad at the mention of them. He's stronger because of them tho, so he cant help but feel a little grateful. He tries to stay around the other demi-gods. Kai used to have a boyfriend, whose name was Hikaru. Hikaru was a good man, until he died. Kai has been wounded since that day, and looking for a partner since that day. He searches the world, and he's decided to settle here. For a resting place. For now.

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First Name: Nymeria
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Middle Name: Gale
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Last Name: Rivers
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Species: Demi-god
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Nicknames: Meria
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Gender: Female
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Birthday: April 15, 2007
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Birthplace: London, ENG
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Ethnicity: Half Japanese and Half Caucasian
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Godly Powers: Healing, telekinesis and element control
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Astrology Sign: Aries
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Age: 18
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Sexuality: Bisexual
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Godly Parent: Apollo
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Earthly Parent: Sarah Rivers
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Siblings: Sister (younger) and Brother (older)
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Relationship: Single
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Crush: None at the moment
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Pet/s: A Siberian Huskey named Onyx
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Appearance: Tall, with a semi muscular build, she has long wavy hair, often styled in loose curls. Her striking dark green eyes are complemented by a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose.
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Fears: Losing her loved ones
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Family:
Mother: Sarah Winslow
Father: Unknown
Sibling/s: 2
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History: Nymeria was raised in a troubled home in a small village. She remained unaware of her powers until her teen years, leading to a interest in art and magic. As a young adult, she avoided community service, choosing to focus on herself rather than helping others.
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~PHYSICAL FEATURES~
{"In despair, even the brightest stars fade."}
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Height: 5'7"
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Weight: 130 lbs
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Frame/Build: Muscular
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Hair length: Long
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Hair Style: Loose curls
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Hair color: Dark brown with red highlights
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Eye shape: Almond-shaped
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Eye color: Dark green
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Complexion: Fair with freckles
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Face size: Heart-shaped
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Voice Type: Soprano
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Foot Size: 8
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Tattoo/s: A dagger and rose on her chest, moon phases okn her back and a dragon.
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Piercing/s: Ears and nose pierced
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Scar/s: A scar down her eye and on her back
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Marks: Freckles
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Accessories: A silver necklace with a knife and rings
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Clothing Style/s: Street wear and casual
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Personality:
{"We are all just ghosts in a world of fading light."}
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Good Qualities / Trait(s): Creative, Smart and Tenacity
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Vices / Negative Trait(s): Impulsive and Stubborn
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Strengths: Adaptability, artistic skills and determination
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Weaknesses: Claustrophobia and struggle with showing emotions
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Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Tends to doodle when deep in thought
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Phobia / Fears: Claustrophobia
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~INTERESTS~
{"Even the darkest night will end, but scars remain."}
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Favorite Food: Ramen and steak
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Favorite Sport: Soccer
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Favorite Book: "The Girl with All the Gifts" by M.R. Carey
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Favorite Show: "Stranger things"
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Favorite Music: Rock and rnb
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Favorite Color: Red and black
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Clothing Style / Preferences: Shorts and t-shirt with converse
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Hobbies: Painting, hiking, Reading
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Role Models: Frida Kahlo, Mother Teresa
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Likes: Nature, crafting, drawing
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Dislikes: Crowded places, rudeness
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~HISTORY~
{"Every experience, good or bad, is a lesson."}
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History (child): Elara had a troubled childhood, filled with neglect and rigidity, where her mother stifled her artistic pursuits.
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History (Teen): In her teenage years, she experienced a mix of growth and neglect. While she had the potential to use her powers for good, she often chose to focus on her own desires, leading to moments of selfishness. This duality shaped her worldview—balancing flashes of compassion with a tendency toward self-interest, leaving her conflicted about the impact she wanted to make in the world.
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QUOTES:
"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."
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SIDE NOTES: Nymeria is currently working on a art project.
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FRIEND/S: Hannah
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~BASIC INFORMATION~
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First Name: Carly
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Last Name: Simons
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Godly Parent: Apollo
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Powers: She’s a very skilled archer, healer, and musician. She has some ability over light. Pain Transfer/Absorption: can transfer pain between people with physical contact, meaning that she can take the pain away from the patients and take it on instead as long as she is touching them. She can also heal people.
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Gender:Female
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Birthday: August 30th
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Birthplace: Trenton, New Jersey
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Astrology Sign: Virgo
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Age: 16
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Sexuality: Bi
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Appearance:









Lean build. Light Blue eyes. Tanned skin. Usually wears light-colored clothes. 5'3"

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Fears: Snakes, being lied to
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Tattoo/s: none
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Scar/s: one that goes through her eyebrow
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Good Qualities / Trait(s): Playful, Loyal, Kind
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Personality: Carly Simons is a whirlwind of energy and good intentions. Driven by insatiable curiosity and a deep-seated desire to alleviate suffering, she's a natural healer, constantly experimenting with new medicines and techniques. Her mind races with ideas, leading her to talk fast, jump between tangents, and occasionally lose track of time. This enthusiasm, combined with a deep-seated need to help, makes her endlessly approachable and often taken advantage of. Despite her intellect and inventive spirit, she possesses a surprising naiveté when it comes to judging character, repeatedly giving people the benefit of the doubt, even when they prove unworthy. She also has ADHD.

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Favorite Food: golden oreos
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Favorite Sport: Archery
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Hobbies: Helping out in healing people. Practicing her guitar.
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Likes: her family and friends. Archery. Music. Helping others get better.
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Dislikes: rude people
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Relationships: She’s close to her siblings. She often bounces ideas off them. They ground her.

Family: Carly maintains a close, loving relationship with her parents and grandmother, who provide unwavering support and understanding. Even though they don’t know she’s a daughter of Apollo, they know there’s something special about her. They encourage her to follow her passion for healing.
Friends: Carly attracts a diverse group of friends who are drawn to her warmth, enthusiasm, and genuine concern for others. However, her tendency to prioritize helping others often leaves her neglecting her friendships, leading to occasional distance and frustration. She needs to learn to nurture her friendships and find a balance between helping others and maintaining healthy relationships.
Exploiters: Throughout her life, Carly has encountered numerous individuals who take advantage of her generosity and naiveté. They feign illness or exaggerate their circumstances to receive her help, often leaving her feeling used and betrayed. This pattern has left her with a lingering vulnerability, making her hesitant to trust fully, yet unable to completely abandon her belief in the inherent goodness of people.

~HISTORY~
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History:
Early Childhood (0-12 years): Raised in a loving, artistic family, Carly always displayed an unusual fascination with science and medicine. She spent hours dissecting insects, concocting strange potions in her backyard, and devouring books on anatomy and herbal remedies. While her parents encouraged her curiosity, they were often bewildered by her single-minded focus on healing, a trait far exceeding typical childhood empathy.
The Revelation (Age 13): During a school archery field trip, Carly unexpectedly exhibited incredible skill, hitting every target with uncanny accuracy. This confirmed a monster’s (in a teacher’s form) suspicions and it attacked her. She met a friend, while she was on the run. A satyr named Jasper, who led her to Camp.
The Burnout (Age 12-16): Carly threw herself into helping everyone she could, establishing a small makeshift clinic in her garage. Word spread quickly, and soon she was overwhelmed with patients, from minor scrapes to serious illnesses. Driven by a desperate need to alleviate suffering, she neglected her own well-being, skipping meals, foregoing sleep, and constantly pushing herself to the brink. This resulted in a severe burnout. This burnout repeated once more when she reached camp.

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~EXTRA~

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QUOTES:
“I heal everyone but myself.”
“One day, I’ll introduce myself as ‘Doctor’”
“I can try to help everyone.”
“Everyone deserves a second chance…and a third…and a fourth….”

~BASIC INFORMATION~

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First Name: Lysandra
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Last Name: Davis
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Godly Parent: Aphrodite
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Powers: She can control people’s emotions. She can read people’s emotions really well. She can charmspeak, sometimes for fun but usually just when she has too. Can speak fluent french. She’s also a master in reading and controlling body language.
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Gender:Female
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Birthday: July 3th
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Birthplace: Boston
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Astrology Sign: Cancer
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Age: 16
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Sexuality: Bi
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Appearance:




5’5”, Black hair, dark brown eyes. Has an oval face.

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Fears:
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Tattoo/s: none
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Scar/s: none
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Personality: Lysandra is a whirlwind of energy. Playful and genuinely kind, she loves making people feel good. Her loyalty is unwavering to her friends. She’s quick-witted, much smarter than she lets on. She sees helping others shine as her purpose. She’s quite soft-spoken but when she does talk she’s enthusiastic and bubbly. She talks fast, gestures widely. She builds friendships quickly. When she gets into a problem, she tends to shrink away and avoid it. She isn’t very good at standing up for herself.

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Favorite Food: chocolate chip cookies
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Favorite Sport: Swimming
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Hobbies: Designing and making outfits. Swimming.
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Likes: the ocean. Getting to dress someone up. Helping people
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Dislikes: rude people
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Relationships:

Aphrodite: Lysandra feels a distant connection to her godly parent. She is overwhelmed by the expectations and superficiality that she perceives in the Aphrodite cabin at Camp Half-Blood. She grapples with the idea that her powers are tied to beauty and attraction.
Friends (Past and Present): Lysandra throws herself into friendships, craving connection and validation. She is easily hurt when people take advantage of her kindness or use her powers for their own gain. She is fiercely loyal to those who prove themselves trustworthy.
Romantic Relationships: Short-lived and often superficial. She uses them as a temporary distraction from her pain and insecurity. She longs for a genuine connection.

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~HISTORY~
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History:
Early Childhood (Ages 0-10): Lysandra grew up in a chaotic household. Her mortal parent, a struggling artist, fostered her creativity. She was always drawn to colors, fabrics, and the transformative power of appearance. Sadly, her mother was often unreliable, with her short term relationships. She learns to make friends quickly in order to have someone to rely on.
The Discovery (Age 13): While trying to convince a local boutique owner to let her design window displays, Lysandra unintentionally charmspeaked the woman into not only agreeing but also offering her a part-time job. Confused by how easily she got what she wanted, a satyr recognized her and explained her parentage as a child of Aphrodite. The realization that she had divine abilities was both exciting and terrifying.
The Betrayal (Age 14-15): After learning about her charmspeaking, she starts to be wary of the people around her. She finally thought she found a genuine friend, but they were only using her to convince the head of the drama club for a lead role.
Camp Half-Blood (Age 15-Present): After the betrayal, the satyr guides her to Camp Half-Blood during summer. She is glad to be in a place where she belongs and she is not judged. She learns more about her powers and starts to control them. She learned to protect herself and her heart by staying friendly with people but not becoming emotionally attached to them.
Betrayals and Heartbreak: Throughout her adolescence, Lysandra repeatedly placed her trust in the wrong people. Friendships turned sour as she was manipulated for her abilities. Romantic relationships ended abruptly when she discovered her partners were using her or were simply not genuine. Each betrayal chipped away at her self-esteem, reinforcing her tendency to avoid confrontation and suppress her own needs.

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[𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐞 ♣ ]

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i no longer know if i wish to drown myself in love, vodka, or the sea

[hold me down by halsey]
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chin up kid. they'd kill to see you fail



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what, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck


THE BASICS

(view spoiler)[↬ leila azar bane
↬ ( daughter of the night — fire — murderer )
↬ 16
↬ descendant of ada-parashakti (the mahadevi, hindu mythology)
↬ daughter of hephaestus (greek mythology)
↬ wisconsinite
↬ middle eastern and south asian roots
↬ law and humanities major (hide spoiler)]

art should comfort the disturb and comfort the disturbed


APPEARANCE

(view spoiler)[↬ leila stands at a meager 5'2, despite her insistence that she is actually 5'4 and height is relative (shut up einstein)
↬ she has medium brown skin, wavy (messy) black hair, brown eyes with flecks of gold and green, and shockingly long lashes
↬ she only has one dimple, on her left cheek
↬ leila normally puts her hair up into a messy bun or ties it up witha ribbon, but for more formal occasions she lets it down and weaves small braids into it
↬ she enjoys accesorising, with a variety of different earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces and even anklets. however, she has pretty sensitive skin and needs hypoallergenic jewelry which can limit her selection
↬ (fc; unknown - can we please pretend i didn't use different fcs)
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some people die at twenty-five. we just bury them seventy-five.


GOING DEEPER

(view spoiler)[↬ blunt + hardworking + istp-t + adhd + intuitive + determined
↬ leila is, has been and always will be a stubborn asshole. yeah you heard what i said. making leila change her mind is like making a husky not run around and bark like a maniac. impossible (unless the husky is impaired or injured in which case we formally apologize for any offense caused towards you or your husky). but underneath her tough and gruff exterior, leila is a soul with a heart of gold. she's fiercely loyal and loyally fierce...that sounded a lot better in my head. but anyway, the point still stands. leila would do anything for the people she cares about. of course that doesn't mean she isn't without her flaws. she can be extremely petty and hold grudges, but it's pretty rare for her to not just, roll her eyes, blow a breath, say "whatever" and go on with her day. she can be pretty unshakeable so to really get to her head is...some sort of achievement.
↬ she's a skilled fighter. despite being mostly recognized for her art, leila dedicates hours each day to train and practice. she's most skilled with blades, preferring to fight with a bo-staff or dual wielded scimitars (a gift from hephaestus to honor her hindu heritage), and has almost perfected her swordsmanship. unfortunately, her archery leaves a lot to improved, which is really sad, because archery is fucking hot (the control is just *sweats*)
↬ leila was born to a pretty poor family. they worked hard to make a living and some days they really couldn't. while they weren't particularly poor by most standards, they certainly weren't well-off either. of course, life may had been easier had their [REDACTED] of step-father not left them behind for some [REDACTED] [REDACTED] the [REDACTED] son of [REDACTED] that he was. leila, her mom and little brother and little sister always pushed themselves to the very brink of exhaustion to scrounge up enough to live on
↬ leila's mother, was a mechanic, and damn good at her job. maybe that was what drew hephaestus to her in the first place. female mechanics aren't a common sight, especially not those practically reeking of godly power, so when hephaestus first located neeyat, working her rundown mechanic shop, he couldn't help but to offer some assistance, just to clean it up a bit. neeyat, having the same, stubborn arrogance as her daughter, refused at first. why would she accept the help of an absolute stranger? but after a while, she finally gave in. per the sake of keeping it pg, we shall not go into much more detail, but eventually, hephaestus did confess his true identity (just to, you know, make sure he wasn't banging his own daughter or anything), and in turn, neeyat told him about her own heritage, as a descendant of adi-parashakti, the hindu goddess. lo and behold; leila was born.
↬ of course hephaestus couldn't stay forever, and so he returned to olympus, and neeyat married another man, of which she had two children with; aryan and nour. then the man turned out to an absolute abusive dickhead who cheated on neeyat, took away most of her money and ran away with his mistress. whoo!
↬ leila's first monster attack happened when she was five. it wasn't a very strong monster, and neeyat was able to protect her daughter. her second happened not long after, then followed by the third, and a fourth. apparently, a part olympian and part primordial child had an unfortunately strong scent that even a smelly gabe 2.0 couldn't hide, but neeyat was trained, she could protect her children, as long as she was nearby. the real problem happened when she wasn't. at thirteen years old, leila remained blissfully unaware of her own powers, but one evening when she was out on a walk, she encountered her first monster on her own. or really, her first pack of monsters. obviously not sure what to do, leila ran. she ran, and she ran and she ran. train rides, bus rides, whatever it took to escape the creatures stalking her. after over a month of travelling, leila somehow guided herself all the way to long beach. it was as if something was pulling her in that direction and she followed, until she finally ended up at camp half-blood, a safe haven for demigods. demigods, like her.
↬ when she arrived, she was given access to speak with her mother (who, in tears, swore to beat her daughter to a pulp the next time she saw her as retribution for all the worry she had caused) and the truth about who she actually was and where she belonged. hephaestus didn't claim her immedietely. in fact, it took him a whole three weeks to claim his very upset spawn, and leila has always resented him a little for letting her mother suffer like that when he could have easily made a better life for her and her family. (hide spoiler)]

i am under no obligation to make sense to you


RELATIONSHIPS

(view spoiler)[↬ hephaestus ( father )
↬ neeyat bane ( mother )
↬ erik taylor ( step-father )
↬ aryan bane ( brother )
↬ nour bane ( little sister )
↬ she has no significant other ( open/straight ) (hide spoiler)]

kiss me you piece of shit


MISCELLANEOUS

(view spoiler)[↬ abilities: pyrokinesis, ferrokinesis, ergokinesis, life force manipulation, advanced strength, agility etc. can easily read sanskrit and ancient greek.
↬ leila enjoys painting, especially acrylic and abstract arts
↬ she also enjoys baking and cooking and can often be founda making a mess in the kitchen when bored (which happens a lot)
↬ she also enjoys thunder and lightning, but isn't a fan of rain at all. she is fond of snow as well, and like every average midwestern could probably walk into a snowstorm with shorts and a t-shirt.
↬ her music taste would be similar to hozier, arctic monkeys, lana del rey, artemas, halsey and other similar artists
↬ leila speaks a variety of languages and prides herself on her ability to pick up accents and dialects. at the moment, leila can fluently speak english, farsi, hindi, urdu, russian and german and is studying arabic, spanish, french and tamil. (hide spoiler)]

hunt an artist, and you'll see masterpieces of what you've done

the world doesn't make sense, so why should i paint pictures that do

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not strong enough pt. 2 by alexandria.music
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☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽

i. calista datts ⋆ ☾ ₊˚
⤿ daughter of achelois┆16

calista ⋆ greek ⋆ most beautiful

named after one of jupiter’s moons: callisto

➵ heterosexual
➵ female (she/her)
➵ esfp-t
➵ ADHD

☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽

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i don’t know why i am
the way i am

: ̗̀➛ ii. appearance
(view spoiler)[calista has dark blue, long wavy hair. she’s a brunette but she dyed it. it’s thick and tends to point forward so she often straightens it.

she usually has eyeliner and mascara on, and dark circles beneath her eyes from restless nights that she tries to cover with concealer.

she’s mostly pale except for her arms and legs due to being outside a lot (and forgetting to put on sunscreen)

you’ll almost always find her with headphones (hide spoiler)]

➵ 5’7
➵ 120 lbs
➵ face claim Jenna Ortega
➵ she has tons of piercings on both of her ears, and her signature earrings are a combination of studs, dangly swords, and chains that take up two piercings on each ear. she enjoys buying more and more of them and mixing them up
➵ her style is “downtown girl” and often wears anything denim, brandy melville , music artist merch, and her thrifted pieces

☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽



half a mind
that keeps the other second-guessing

: ̗̀➛ iii. personality

(view spoiler)[calista esfp-t self has always been an entertainer, someone who lightens up the mood and is the ‘therapist friend.’ she’s outgoing and bold, and that makes her made fun of by her classmates. her mental health has taken a toll on her, resulting the dark circles under her eyes. she’s just the person who people talk to when they’re bored, right? she’s always second best, trying her hardest not to be a burden, striving for academic validation and only managing to get 80s. she’s extroverted and always puts herself out there and gets ridiculed for it. she always remembers the negative things people say about her. always. she writes what she wouldn’t dare say to someone’s face, and just changes the names. her antagonists are based off of people who’ve done her wrong. (hide spoiler)]

➵ empathetic
➵ anger issues
➵ her fatal flaw: people-pleaser (she’ll light herself on fire to keep others warm)

☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽



always the savior, never the saved
always the coward, never the brave
so much to gain, yet much more to lose

: ̗̀➛ v. history

age 0-14
(view spoiler)[after achelois gave birth to calista, she gave her to max, her father, and told him nothing but her name. so calista lived with her father chicago, illinois. her father, max, was devastated from the departure of the goddess and was never the same again. it was as if he was detached from the world. so calista did everything she could to try to get him back. trying to get good grades, but the most she could manage was 80s. she did, however, trained every day for sports, and she got fitter and stronger, and did track and field, but that didn’t get his approval either. she also got CPR and first aid certified. she never got the approval from her father, so she tried to get it from friends. she was the “therapist/mom friend” of the group. she was always there for them when they occasionally reached out to her. she also was funny. well, at least she thinks so. her ADHD made her outgoing, and she tried her best to entertain her friends. she did anything to keep them, and she didn’t care that she was constantly being made fun of, until she did, and stood up to alexis, which resulted in her losing all her friends, so she gave up when she was fourteen. she prayed to no one in particular, and cast her worries to them, and explained how she felt about her life, about everything. and for once she wasn’t the one consoling someone, she was getting consoled, by achelois, her mother. achelois told calista who she was, and sent her a satyr to come get her. she packed her belongings, which were just some books, writing utensils, a notebook (writing was a coping mechanism of hers), a collection of posters from her wall collage, accessories, clothes, and left without a word to her father in the dead of night. (hide spoiler)]

14-16 (present day)
(view spoiler)[it was a month’s journey from chicago to long island, and sometime on the way to camp she turned fifteen. she got situated fairly quick. all those days of training and running payed off. she’s been at camp half-blood for a year now. (hide spoiler)]

☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽



always an angel, never a god

: ̗̀➛ vi. godly powers
(view spoiler)[she can heal people, and her wounds heal faster than they would for a mortal. she can calm people, reassure them, make them feel at peace. (hide spoiler)]

☾✩.*⭒☁. ⋄ . ☁ ⭒*.✩☽



always the jinx and never the luck

: ̗̀➛ vii. weapons
(view spoiler)[thanks to track and cross country she has much agility and is quick on her feet, which made her favor sword fighting, which thankfully wasn’t to heavy for her when she arrived at camp. (hide spoiler)]

[part i] – the only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

calix xander raiden
godly defender of the world


[part ii] – this too shall pass.

[ + ] ━━ honest, trustworthy, fashionable
⤷ reading, sports, chess

[ - ] ━━ forgetful, insecure, annoyed easily
⤷ hand-to-hand combat, agility

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[part iii] – power isn’t something you ask for. it’s something you take.

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nickname cal, xan, alex
age twenty-three
height 6'0" ft. / 000.0 cm.

gender male
orientation heterosexual
face claim gage gomez

godly parent ares (god of war)
species demigod, half-deva
fatal flaw forgetfulness

alignment chaotic neutral
mbti istp
enneagram 8w7
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⠀⠀⠀background: (view spoiler)[
tw: abuse, minor abuse, language

calix xander raiden was born in the middle of a storm. the sky split open the night he came screaming into the world, rain hammering against the hospital window, wind howling like a wounded animal. his mother, delilah raiden, lay on the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling, jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack. she hadn’t wanted this. hadn’t wanted him. she hadn’t even wanted to know the name of the man who left her with this curse, this burden, this screaming reminder of a mistake she could never undo.

but the truth was, she knew exactly who he was. she remembered the way he moved through that bar like a goddamn hurricane, the way his eyes burned like embers when he met her gaze. ares. he never gave her a name, but she knew what he was the moment she saw the blood on his knuckles and the way he smiled like he enjoyed it.

he hadn’t been gentle. but then again, neither had she.
nine months later, calix was born. unwanted. unloved. another mouth to feed when she barely had enough for herself.
she never let him forget it.

"you ruined my life," she would hiss at him, slamming another bottle onto the table, cigarette smoke curling around her face. "if it weren’t for you, i’d be halfway across the country by now. living. actually living."

calix stopped crying early. learned quick that tears didn’t fix shit. they only made her angrier. by the time he was four, he knew how to duck when a hand came swinging, how to stay quiet when she brought a man home, how to disappear when she needed to forget he existed.

the first time she hit him, really hit him, he was six.
he didn’t remember what he had done wrong. maybe he had spoken too loud. maybe he had asked for food one too many times. maybe she had just been in one of her moods. all he knew was the back of her hand cracked against his face so hard his vision went white for a second. his head snapped to the side, jaw throbbing, ears ringing.

"get out of my sight," she muttered, lighting another cigarette like nothing had happened.

calix did.

but the worst part wasn’t the hits. it was the silence.

it was the way she could go days without looking at him, weeks without saying his name. it was the way she never celebrated his birthdays, never asked if he was okay, never told him she loved him—not even in a tired, absent-minded way. it was the way she made him feel like he was a ghost in his own home, like he didn’t exist, like he didn’t matter.

so he made himself matter.

he got into his first fight at seven. some older kid on the block, bigger and meaner, thought it would be funny to knock him down and steal his sneakers. calix didn’t even think before he swung. he was smaller, but he was faster, angrier. the fight ended with the kid on the ground, nose bleeding, and calix standing over him, chest heaving.

he felt it then.

the rush.

the fire in his veins, the pounding in his skull, the sheer, unfiltered rage that made everything else fade away.
it was the only thing that ever made him feel alive.
so he kept fighting.

by ten, he had a reputation. the kid with the sharp knuckles and the dead eyes. the one who never backed down. teachers gave up on him, cops knew his name, and his mother? she just laughed bitterly whenever she had to drag him home from another broken-nose brawl.

"just like your fucking father," she muttered one night, pressing an ice pack to his busted lip.

he didn’t ask what she meant. he didn’t care.

until the monsters came.

he thought it was just another hallucination, another side effect of too many sleepless nights and too many punches to the skull. but the thing had fangs, claws, and a hunger in its eyes that wasn’t human.

he ran.

he would have died if it weren’t for the satyr.

the creature—no, the gorgon, that’s what the satyr had called it—was a blur of teeth and snarls, and just as calix thought he was done for, the satyr tackled him, dragged him into an alley, and whispered words that made his whole world tilt sideways.

"your father’s ares. god of war. and they’re coming for you."

camp half-blood was supposed to be safe.

but calix knew better.

home was a battlefield. and he was ready for war.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀weapon mastery · powerful

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀battle foresight · moderate

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darius raiden · father · human · npc · (view spoiler)[
a man who believed strength was the only thing that mattered. darius saw calix as a soldier, not a son, drilling him in combat from a young age, pushing him past his limits with harsh discipline and little affection. calix never saw kindness in his father’s eyes—only expectations, only disappointment, only the belief that weakness was unforgivable.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ares · father · war god · npc · (view spoiler)[
their relationship is nonexistent. ares has never acknowledged calix directly, only sending vague signs of approval when he wins battles or proves his strength. despite this, calix has always felt his father’s presence lingering over him—like a ghost watching from the shadows, waiting to see if he’s worthy.
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~ creds to @ash ~

verya icarian ⋆ 18 ⋆ child of nemesis

basic information

(view spoiler)[
- nicknames: vey, ira
- age: 18
- gender: nonbinary, they/them
- sexuality: lesbian (hide spoiler)]

history

(view spoiler)[ they were born under an eclipse, a moment where light and darkness clashed in perfect balance—an omen, the seer had whispered, that they would be destined for something great, or something terrible. their mother, nemesis, never appeared to their, leaving their instead in the mortal world to fend for themself. they grew up in the shadows of a corrupt city where justice was a privilege of the powerful, and vengeance was the only language that carried weight.

as a child, veyra learned quickly that the world was unfair. they watched as liars thrived, the innocent suffered, and the wicked walked free. their earliest memories were of stolen bread, whispered threats in alleyways, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. so they became their savior. they started small—exposing a thief who had blamed a beggar, making sure a cruel merchant got caught in his lies—but soon, their actions grew bolder. they didn’t just punish those who did wrong; they made sure they felt it, that the weight of their sins crushed them beneath the scales of balance.

their abilities awakened when they were thirteen. the first time, it had been instinctive—an older boy had tried to cheat a desperate woman out of her last coin, and before veyra even touched him, his foot slipped on nothing, sending him crashing onto the jagged stone road. his coins scattered into the dirt, stolen by the very people he had taken from. it felt right, like the universe correcting itself through them. from that moment on, they understood their purpose.

but vengeance is a slippery path, and veyra walked it without hesitation. they were feared and whispered about, the girl with storm-gray eyes who never forgot a crime. but with each act of retribution, a question nagged at them—were they truly restoring balance, or were they becoming just another force of destruction? when they finally met others like them, demigods who questioned fate instead of simply enforcing it, they were forced to reconsider everything they believed in.
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personality

(view spoiler)[ fiercely determined and never hesitates when delivering justice, believing that balance must always be restored. she’s sharp-tongued and witty, and they never back down from a fight, whether with words or weapons. though guarded and slow to trust, their loyalty runs deep for those they consider worthy. they have a strong sense of fairness but aren’t afraid to make ruthless choices if it means setting things right. (hide spoiler)]

face claim

(view spoiler)[ Sarah Snyder (hide spoiler)]

relationships

(view spoiler)[
godly parent: nemesis
mortal parent: unknown
adoptive mother: lyra icarian
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name ⋆ relation ⋆ user

(view spoiler)[ text text text (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[credits to rosalia bc she basically made this, ilysm thank you (hide spoiler)]

All characters up until now are approved.

Name: Gardener Rodriguez

Gender: Female

Sexuality: lesbian

Age: 18

Godly parent (Roman): Janus

Appearance: she has black wavy hair. Her eyes look like melted chocolate. She has caramel colored skin, and some light brown freckles splotched against her face. Her clothing style is usually y2k.

Personality: sometimes very sweet and empathetic, and sometimes very mean and annoying. She likes being with people and animals a lot. She is certain that the world can always be made better. She is currently open for a romantic relationship and a platonic relationship.

Backstory: her mother took care of her after her father “died in a car crash”. She doesn’t believe that that’s true. She always felt that time went by fast when she wanted it to, and that it went by slowly when she wanted it to go slowly. She went to school, and she was pulled out of school, and a satyr brought her to camp. On the way there, they had to battle a few monsters, including a cyclops and some kind of sea creature. She arrived at camp, and she was badly hurt.

[part i] – strength lies in the space between worlds.

saravani elira devika
doll of the colors


[part ii] – i don’t need to be understood, only free.

[ + ] ━━ fashionable, poetic, academic, strictly principled
⤷ poetry, clothes, makeup

[ - ] ━━ dishonest, not creative
⤷ fighting

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[part iii] – a rainbow is born from the storm.

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nickname sara, vani, devi, rika
age twenty-two
height 5'5" ft.

gender female
orientation heterosexual
face claim aishwarya rai

godly parent iris (goddess of the rainbow + messenger of gods)
species demigod, human
fatal flaw dishonest

alignment neutral good
mbti infj
enneagram 1w2 or 4w3
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⠀⠀⠀background: (view spoiler)[
tw: emotional abuse, trauma, neglect, isolation, parental manipulation

saravani’s story begins not with love, but with divine duty, a duty that would forever alter her existence and mark her soul with scars no mortal could understand.

born to iris, the goddess of the rainbow, saravani’s conception was a celestial event, one of rare and boundless power. her father, ravi, a brilliant but deeply troubled mortal scholar from india, had spent his life obsessed with unlocking the mysteries of the universe, convinced that the divine realm could be understood through reason and science.

when he met iris, a goddess whose beauty and wisdom were said to encompass the very nature of the cosmos, he believed she could offer him the knowledge he craved. but love, as he learned, was not something to be bargained for.

their union was always destined to be temporary, a brief crossing of paths before the divine and mortal worlds separated once more. yet in their brief time together, ravi came to see saravani as a symbol of his failure. she was not what he had imagined. she was too much—too powerful, too ethereal, too otherworldly. to him, she was a constant reminder of his inability to control the forces he so desperately sought to conquer.

when saravani was a child, her celestial nature began to reveal itself more clearly. her hair shimmered with the light of stars, her eyes reflected the brilliance of distant galaxies. she could speak to the wind, bend light to her will, and feel the pulse of the earth beneath her feet. these powers frightened ravi, who could not understand them, and he began to resent her for being something he could not control.

it was in these moments of weakness, when ravi’s obsessions grew darker and his frustrations intensified, that he turned cold and distant. what began as neglect slowly morphed into emotional manipulation—his cruel words, his rejection of her power, and his insistence that she could never live up to the ideal he had in mind. ravi began to tell her that her divine heritage was a curse, that she was a failure as both a daughter and a goddess.

iris, knowing that her daughter’s soul could not thrive in such an environment, made the painful decision to intervene. though she could never truly leave her daughter in the mortal realm—her eternal nature forever binding her to the divine planes—iris knew that saravani needed to experience the world as a mortal to fully understand her role as a bridge between realms. so, at the age of eight, saravani was sent to live with her father in the mortal world, despite her mother's attempts to protect her. she was left to navigate both the rigorous expectations of a father who barely loved her and the haunting absence of her divine mother, who could not simply be there in the way saravani desperately needed.

the years that followed were marked by loneliness and emotional isolation. ravi’s cruelty deepened as he pushed her away emotionally, constantly reminding her that she would never be enough—not enough of a scholar, not enough of a goddess, not enough to satisfy his insatiable thirst for answers. saravani grew up under the weight of this manipulation, believing that she was broken, that her very existence was an inconvenience.

when saravani was fourteen, her powers began to manifest more intensely—though her divine heritage had always been present, it was now undeniable. the sky would bend with her moods, and her voice carried weight beyond mortal comprehension. at times, she could make the heavens themselves bend to her will, creating illusions of beauty or terror with a simple thought.

iris would visit her in secret, offering fleeting moments of guidance, but it was never enough to undo the emotional damage saravani had sustained.

eventually, saravani’s powers became a burden she could no longer ignore. ravi, unable to understand or accept her, did everything in his power to suppress her—locking her in the study, limiting her access to the outside world, and criticizing her whenever she showed even the smallest trace of her true self. she was forced to live in the shadows, to silence the whispers of the divine that sang within her, to hide her light under a mask of human fragility.

one fateful day, after a brutal confrontation where ravi told her she would never be more than a "mistake" to him, saravani finally reached her breaking point. in a moment of anguish, her powers erupted uncontrollably, tearing through the house, shattering windows, and filling the air with the crackle of magic. the celestial light that poured from her was so intense that it burned into the walls, leaving her father's home in ruins. it was the first time she had ever truly allowed herself to be fully herself.

in that moment, she understood. her destiny was never to be confined to a single world—she was meant to be the bridge between realms, a messenger of both light and shadow. iris, sensing the shift, appeared before her that night, not in a form of calm beauty, but with the raw presence of a goddess torn by the cost of her daughter’s suffering. with a broken heart, she offered saravani a choice: to remain in the mortal realm, forever trapped in the pain of her father’s rejection, or to come into her own as a divine being of purpose.

saravani chose to embrace her celestial nature. her father, unable to ever accept her as she was, became a distant memory—a fading figure that she no longer allowed to haunt her. iris, though still bound by her eternal nature, became more present in saravani’s life, offering guidance and support from the divine realm. but she was forever torn between her dual nature—human and goddess, fragile and immortal, a being of both worlds but belonging to neither.
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ravi · father · human · npc · (view spoiler)[
ravi’s relationship with saravani was marked by emotional neglect and cruelty. he viewed her as an inconvenience, often berating her for not living up to his impossible expectations, and pushing her away when she needed love the most. his rejection of her divine nature created a rift that she could never heal, leaving her to feel unworthy of both his love and her own identity.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iris · mother · messenger + rainbow goddess · npc · (view spoiler)[
iris's relationship with saravani was one of distant protection and quiet guidance. as a goddess, she couldn’t always be there physically, but she watched over saravani from afar, offering wisdom and comfort in fleeting moments. despite her best efforts, her divine duty often kept her from being the constant mother saravani needed, leaving her daughter to grow up feeling both loved and abandoned.
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  cassandra mellor ⋆ 19 ⋆ child of dionysus 

basic information

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- nicknames: cass
- gender: non-binary, any/all
- sexuality: unlabled
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history

(view spoiler)[ since the moment she was born, her life was a whirlwind. they grew up on the road, cass's mother having lived in a van since she was 18 and had no plans to stop. he did odd jobs here and there to help her mom, to support their tiny family.having traveled all her life, she didn't have many friends. it was only her and her mom. cass loved it. the adventure, the adrenaline. not knowing where she would sleep that night, or wake up the next day.

everything changed on her 15th birthday. her mother shook them awake, "we have to go. they're here. hurry." before she could ask any questions, and explosion sounded from outside. "you have to run cass, go. they just want you. find a camp. ask for the director. he will explain." cass was speechless. hoping out of the back of the van, she ran, tears running down her face. after getting far enough away, she looked back, just in time to see the van explode. with his mom still inside. cassandra didn't remember much more. but she could have sworn that she saw a winged creature fly into the sky, moments after the explosion.

cass finally made it to a camp, it was only a few miles from the van. stumbling into the border, she saw a house. running, as fast as she could, she barged in to see two men. one in a wheelchair, the other looking like a gambler in vegas. all she could remember from that night were 3 things
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2- he was a demigod, child of dionysus
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personality

(view spoiler)[ cass is a very free spireted person. they, as a child of dionysus, can grow grapevines at will. he really doesn't like to be held down by society. having a mother who was also adventurous and unbound, it led to contact change in their life. they hate living at camp half blood solely because he cant leave. he has to stay in one space for months on end. (hide spoiler)]

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relationships

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godly parent: dionysus
mortal parent: may mellor, deceased
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  kalyani kumar ⋆ 18 ⋆ child of aphrodite 

basic information

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- nicknames: yani
- gender: female, she/her
- sexuality: bisexual
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history

(view spoiler)[ kalyani has always been a marvel to her parents. suraj, her father, met her mother when kalyani was only weeks old. one day, kalyani just showed up on his doorstep, with a simple ellegant note reading "her names kalyani, shes yours"with a dove stamp. that was it. her father never knew of her godly side. her new mother, though no one told her that, and her father got married quickly, and raised kalyani as their own. when kalyani was 9, asha fell pregnant, with triplets. a girl and two boys, priya, aryan and sahil respectively. they were chaos. since the moment they were born, there was never peace In the house. kalyani would lock herself in her room for hours, just to escape the chaos. after they were born, kalyani was forced to care for them, "it was her responsibility" as the older sister. when she hit 14, kalyani started rebelling. convincing store owners to let her take things, like a new phone for herself, or a purse for one of her friends. kalyani always thought it was because of her beauty, and that was a part of it. but it was also an aphrodite power she inherited, charmspeak. she doesn't always have control, even now, years after arriving to camp and practicing her powers. kalyani was found by a satyr at 15, a few weeks after her birthday. she was charmspeaking a car dealer to let her drive a new bmw, and the satyr could smell her, each word making the scent stronger. he got her to camp safely after that, before a monster was attracted to her scent and it was too late like most campers. (hide spoiler)]

personality

(view spoiler)[ as a child of aphrodite, kalyani as always had a way with people. now, she knows its charmspeak, but in the past she just thought was likeable. klayani is a control freak, always needing to be in control, knowing what was happening and everything had to be her way, or else. growing up with 3 younger siblings, she never had peace. or control. (hide spoiler)]

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relationships

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godly parent: aphrodite
mortal parent: suraj kumar, 40
adoptive mother: asha kumar, 39
half-siblings: priya, aryan, sahil, 12
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[part i] – el mar lo cura todo.

maria jose
la fortuna


[part ii] – if i must live, may it be without a rudder and while lost in a delirium.

[ + ] ━━ easy-to-talk-to, funny
⤷ swimming, writing, crochet

[ - ] ━━ insecure, little bit shy, snaps easily
⤷ sports, gaming

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[part iii] – she moves through the mountain like a fish in the water.

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nickname ria, la mar
age eighteen
height 5'5''

gender female
orientation straight
face claim i_hate_avocadozzz

godly parent poseidon
species half-siren, human
fatal flaw insecurity

alignment n/a
mbti infp
enneagram all types
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tw: language

maria jose had spent her entire life drowning in the shadows of others. no matter how hard she tried, no matter what she achieved, it was never enough. her parents had long stopped paying attention to her, their focus entirely on their work, their social lives, and most of all, her older brother, mateo. mateo was everything she wasn’t—charming, athletic, a golden boy in every sense of the word. he could do no wrong in their parents’ eyes, and even when he did, they would find a way to excuse it. maria, on the other hand, could only be a disappointment.

she used to try. when she was younger, she thought that if she worked harder, if she was smarter, if she was better, maybe they would see her. maybe they would finally be proud of her. but every time she accomplished something, it was brushed aside. “mateo won nationals last year,” her mother would say when she showed her a first-place ribbon. “you should be more like your brother.” her father barely even acknowledged her presence, only speaking to her when absolutely necessary. eventually, she stopped trying. what was the point?

school was no better. she had no real friends, no one to talk to. the kids at school didn’t see her as anything more than a target. they pushed her, laughed at her, whispered about her behind her back—sometimes even right in front of her. she had learned to keep her head down, to stay quiet, to pretend none of it mattered. but it did. it always did.

home and school. two places that should have felt safe, but neither did. she had nowhere to go, nowhere to belong. and deep down, she was starting to believe that was all she would ever be—alone, unwanted, forgotten.

but everything changed the night she ran away.

it wasn’t planned. nothing in her life ever was. but that night, something in maria finally snapped. maybe it was the way mateo had smirked at her when their mother compared them yet again, like he knew he would always be better in their eyes. maybe it was the way her father didn’t even look up from his laptop when she quietly said goodnight. or maybe it was just the unbearable weight of knowing that this was all her life would ever be.

so she left. she didn’t take much—just a small backpack with a change of clothes, some money she had saved from doing odd jobs, and her phone (though she doubted anyone would notice she was gone, let alone call). the streets were empty as she walked, her breath fogging in the cool night air. she didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to be anywhere but here.

then she saw it.

a small, unmarked box sat on the front steps of her house. she froze. had it been there earlier? she didn’t think so. curiosity got the better of her, and she bent down, hesitantly lifting the lid. inside, nestled in dark blue velvet, was a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a trident. it shimmered under the dim streetlight, almost as if the metal was alive, pulsing with energy. beneath it was a folded piece of parchment, the edges worn and yellowed, as if it had been waiting for her for a long time.

with shaking hands, she unfolded the note. the writing was in perfect, flowing script, and though she didn’t recognize the handwriting, something about it felt... familiar.

"maria jose, daughter of the sea, it is time to come home."

her heart pounded. daughter of the sea? she reread the words over and over, her fingers tightening around the note. this had to be a joke. some cruel prank. but deep down, in the part of her that had always felt different, always felt like she didn’t belong—something inside her stirred.

and then, as if to confirm her worst fear, the air around her shifted. the scent of saltwater flooded her senses, though the ocean was miles away. the streetlights flickered, and in the distance, thunder rumbled.

maria staggered back, clutching the pendant in her palm. her mind raced, trying to find a logical explanation, but there wasn’t one.

because deep in her soul, she already knew the truth.

she wasn’t just maria jose.

she was poseidon's daughter.
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giselle · mother · human · npc · (view spoiler)[
a very non-supportive mother. never cares about anyone, except her older son. always away on business trips, so even if she tried to make time for maria, it'd be impossible.
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gav her a present and asked her to meet him on the beach. she stuck her feet in the water, grew a tail, and lalalala ( little ariel moment )
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~ creds to @ash ~

[part i] – your throat is raw from screaming to a god who isn't listening.

sahira devi akil
golden goddess of wisdom
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[part ii] – the seats are empty. the theater is dark. why do you keep acting?

[ + ] ━━ intelligent, strategic, ambitious, skilled fighter
⤷ combat, swordfighting, discipline and order, thunder

[ - ] ━━ prideful, calculated, detached, reserved, arrogant
⤷ fate, cold nights, recklessness, incompetence

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[part iii] – you made flowers grow in my lungs and i can't fucking breathe.

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nickname sahi, hira
age twenty-three
height 5'3" ft.

gender female
orientation unlabeled
face claim sobhita dhulipala

godly parent athena
species demigod
occupation cabin counselor
fatal flaw pride

alignment true neutral
mbti entj ( the commander )
enneagram 1 ( the reformer )
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being a demigod is no blessing, and sahira knows that better than many.

her life began with the remnants of a lie. her mother, once devout and prideful was ruined by a pregnancy she had never asked for. athena had met her but once, and granted her a child as a "gift," but no claims of false gods her family did not believe in would save her from the rumors.

the modern world did not believe in mysterious conceptions or divine intervention. no, they believed in scandal. in deceit. in betrayal. and so her mother became the woman who cheated on her fiance, and had the audacity to deny it.

she never forgave sahira for that.

sahira's father was not a bad man. he had once been equally devoted to his wife, if not through love than through his vows.

if she had been unfaithful he would've understood, and if she had lied then he could've hated her, but instead she clung to her story and the disbelief turned slowly to bitterness, the kind of bitterness that seeps into your bones and never leaves.

her mother fought it first, pleaded for belief, but the world did not take kindly to impossible things, and eventually she stopped resisting. she let people paint her as the believed.

she would become the woman they expected her to be—cold, strict, unrelenting. and if her daughter had to suffer for it, then so be it.

growing up, sahira never knew softness. love was something earned, not something given freely. love was there, in fleeting glimpses when her mother smoothed down her hair after a long day or her father squeezed her shoulder when he wasn't drowning in another bottle.

but it was never unconditional. it came with expectations, under the threat that it could be taken away just as easily.

sahira learned to survive them both. she learned to measure love, to earn it through obedience, to chase it with every fiber of her being. when her father told her she was ungrateful, she worked harder. when her mother struck her, she swallowed the pain and said nothing.

so she worked for their approval. she did everything right. she was obedient. she was quiet. she was perfect.

because if she was good enough, if she was perfect enough, then maybe, just maybe, they would love her the way she wanted them to. and for a while, she believed they did. but even perfection never seemed to be enough.

it hadn't been a punishment, not really. they hadn’t done it to be cruel—at least, that’s what she told herself. it was just how they were. she had been late coming home. the door was locked. she knocked. no answer. she knocked again. still nothing.

they would let her in eventually. they always did.

she sat on the steps, knees tucked to her chest, staring out into the dark. the neighborhood was quiet, but the night was not. there were things in the shadows, things that watched, things that waited.

the monster came with the smell of rot and death, with claws that scraped against pavement and glowing eyes that locked onto her like she was prey. sahira had never felt fear like that before, not even when her mother brought the burning metal to her hands or her father shattered another glass against the wall.

sahira turned slowly, heart hammering in her chest. she had never felt her body freeze in place while her mind screamed at her to move, to run, to do anything but stand there and wait to die.

the monster was more shadow than flesh, all jagged edges and gnashing teeth, and she was nothing but a helpless girl with nowhere to run.

it was the first time she had ever seen a monster. And it would have been the last if not for the satyr.

a satyr. a protector. a pulled her from death’s jaws and carried her away before she could even scream. he spoke words she barely understood—demigod, danger, camp—but all she could think about was how he had come for her.

if her parents had the chance, would they have?

the satyr brought her to camp half-blood, to a safe haven, to a world that made even less sense than the one she had left behind. but at least here, the rules were clear. monsters were monsters. gods were gods. everyone else was caught in the cross fire. and Sahira, for the first time in her life, was not alone.

camp half-blood became her refuge. the moment she understood where she was, she knew she would never return home. it was a selfish thought, an ungrateful thought, an unforgivable thought—but it was her own. for the first time, she was allowed to exist for herself. she trained. she studied. she became someone worth something.

she stayed at camp for five years straight. never went home although she did call her parents every few months, pretending they didn't seem happier without her around. but she never let herself believe she was free. because no matter how far she ran, the past had sharp teeth, and it always knew where to bite.

it was why, when she turned eighteen, she didn’t stay. she left camp, and attended upenn, tried to build something beyond the land of gods and monsters, clawing her way through sleepless nights and gritted teeth, proving herself in a world that didn’t know or care about the battles she fought.

and yet, she came back.

maybe she had never really left. maybe some part of her always knew that camp half-blood was the only home she had ever truly had.

now she's a counselor, guiding her own half-siblings who stumble into camp the same way she did—lost, confused, desperate. she is not soft or kind, but she is there and sometimes that is enough.

she tells herself she has moved on. she tells herself she doesn’t need love. that it is a weakness, a fragile thing that can be taken away. but still, somehow she aches for it, for something real, for something that does not come with conditions.

at night, when the world is quiet, she still dreams of locked doors and shadows with claws. and in the morning, she wakes. and she fights. and she survives.

because being a demigod is no blessing.

but it is all she has.
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I'm that first-person they talk about in all the books
I'm that perspective you cannot doubt, see how I look
Control the narrative reliably, baby, it's all about me
And I wrote the book about throwing the book
At those who don't do it by it

Quick info:
Elliot Fiore
He/him
18
Bisexual
October 25th/Scorpio
Child of Dionysus

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Backstory:
Elliot's life began in a small, sleepy town in Northern California, where his mother, Claire worked as a wine connoisseur at a prestigious vineyard. Claire was a calm, intelligent woman with a passion for wine and fine dining, living a life of quiet refinement. She raised Elliot as a single parent after the mysterious departure of his father, a man she would rarely speak of. Claire adored Elliot, nurturing him with love and care, yet there was always a certain distance in their relationship. A quiet tension lingered in their home, as though something was never quite right.

Elliot’s father had always been a shadowy figure to him. When he was young, Elliot had vague memories of a tall, charismatic man who would sometimes appear in the distance, only to vanish just as quickly. The memories felt like dreams—images of a lavish banquet, intoxicating laughter, and a haze of deep red wine. They were fleeting, and yet they filled Elliot with a strange sense of longing and curiosity. His mother would dismiss his questions with gentle but firm answers, “Your father’s not someone you need to worry about, Elliot. We’re enough, okay?”

Despite Claire’s attempts to shield him, Elliot’s connection to his absent father began to make itself known at a young age. At age 8, he started experiencing strange phenomena: bursts of uncontrollable laughter, vivid dreams of wine and festivals, and an inexplicable urge to dance in the rain or sway to music at odd hours. He never thought much of it until his 10th birthday, when an ancient oak tree in the local park suddenly came to life during a thunderstorm. Elliot drenched and laughing, reached out to touch the tree, which immediately burst into flower, spreading colorful blooms everywhere. A flash of light engulfed him, and his world tilted, but he woke up the next day without any memory of what had happened.

The supernatural events continued throughout his early teens. His mother’s attempts to explain them away as vivid imagination only made things more confusing. It wasn’t until a night at a high school party, when Elliot was 15, that his life would truly change.

At the party, Elliot was having a typical time for a 15-year-old: talking to friends, enjoying the music, and not thinking too much about anything. Then, he felt it—the pull. Something beyond the party, beyond his friends. Something that made him feel both alive and out of control. He felt drawn to the forest behind the house as if the very air was calling him. As soon as he stepped into the darkness, things began to shift.

Without realizing it, Elliot’s powers fully manifested. The trees around him twisted and danced with energy. Flowers bloomed in an instant, vines crept up his arms, and a wild, euphoric sense of freedom overwhelmed him. He took a step, and vines wrapped around his legs. The thorns cut into his skin, but he felt like he was in such a state of ecstasy he didn't mind it. Blood trickled down his arms and legs where thorns had pricked him. His laughter echoed, and the very world seemed to bend to his chaotic, intoxicating energy. People screamed, some ran away, some tried to throw things at him.

When morning came, the partygoers found the aftermath: the forest alive with flowers and vines, a scattered trail of half-drunk bottles, and the wild, unhinged energy of a party that never truly ended. Word quickly spread through town of the strange happenings, and it wasn’t long before Claire received a visit from a mysterious stranger—a satyr named Tiberius.

“Your son’s a demi-god, ma’am,” Tiberius explained, “And not just any demi-god. He’s the child of Dionysus. It is no longer safe for him to be here. His powers are far too powerful, he must learn to control them before they get out of hand. I understand this is short notice but I assure you we cannot waste any more time.”

Claire was stunned, but there was no denying the truth. Elliot’s strange powers, his connection to nature, and his unexplainable charisma were all signs of his divine parentage. The stranger spoke of a camp—Camp Half-Blood—a sanctuary for demigods like Elliot, where he could learn to control his powers and be kept safe from the monsters who would seek him out.

With a heavy heart, Claire sent Elliot away. Despite her reservations, she knew he couldn’t remain hidden forever.

Elliot’s arrival at Camp Half-Blood was overwhelming. He had spent his early months trying to keep to himself. He felt like a stranger in a world of strangers, his emotions erratic and unpredictable, just like the god he was descended from. But soon, he found his place within the chaotic, vibrant cabin of Dionysus. It was odd being his child.

Under the guidance of Dionysus’ eccentric and often absent-minded nature, Elliot learned to hone his powers: the ability to manipulate plant life, enhance emotions, and control the intoxicating forces of wine and celebration. His powers manifested in various ways. He could make the earth tremble beneath him, causing flowers to burst into bloom or vines to whip around his enemies. In moments of extreme emotion, he could summon intoxicating auras of joy or fear, depending on his mood. His laughter had a charm to it—disarming, infectious, and a little wild.

But with his newfound power came complications. Elliot’s connection to Dionysus wasn’t one of calm or control; it was one of chaos. His emotions often spiraled out of control, especially when he was under pressure. His impulses could be unpredictable, especially when he was surrounded by parties, music, or anything that stirred his deeper desires. This caused conflict with some of the other campers, particularly those who took their duties more seriously. At times, his joviality bordered on reckless abandon, and his inability to focus sometimes caused unintended consequences. But at the same time, Elliot was fiercely loyal to his friends, and his sense of humor and energy often lifted the spirits of those around him.

Through his time at Camp Half-Blood, Elliot forged deep friendships with other children of the gods, though he occasionally found himself at odds with more serious campers. The long nights spent singing around bonfires, sneaking out to join the late-night celebrations, and causing a little chaos in the process were the moments that made him feel alive. He began to understand what it truly meant to be a child of Dionysus—not just the revelry and the wine, but the connection to the primal forces of life, death, and rebirth. He felt his role was to bring both joy and madness, sometimes in equal measure.

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So now I'm holding myself hostage
Stockholm lust just looks like justice
And enough lefts don't make the right but two wrongs do
Oh man, Sun Tzu would love this
Beating my dead high horse off the high road to low ground
'Cause if you shake your fist at snakes in grass
It looks like punching down

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Personality:
Charismatic and Energetic: Elliot is the life of the party, embodying the wild, energetic spirit of his father, Dionysus. He’s naturally charming, with a magnetic personality that draws people to him. Whether he’s making people laugh with his infectious grin or encouraging others to join him in spontaneous dance or song, Elliot exudes a charisma that can turn any dull moment into an adventure. His energy is almost boundless, often making him the center of attention in any social setting. He has an uncanny ability to lift spirits, even when things feel heavy.

Impulsive and Reckless: True to his divine heritage, Elliot is impulsive, sometimes to a fault. He acts on instinct and emotion, rarely stopping to think about the consequences of his actions. This makes him unpredictable—one moment he might be the life of a campfire, the next, he's leading a group of campers into a prank war with little regard for authority or the fallout. This recklessness is a double-edged sword; it can be incredibly entertaining, but it can also lead to chaos, making it difficult for others to rely on him at times.

Free-Spirited and Non-Conventional: Elliot is the definition of “go with the flow.” He doesn’t conform to rules, traditions, or anything that feels too restrictive. To him, life is about embracing the moment and not being bogged down by the mundane. He’s spontaneous and often refuses to follow the path that others think he should take, preferring to carve out his own, more exciting way. This free-spirited nature can make him seem flighty or unreliable, but those who get to know him understand that he’s just following the call of the wild, the ecstasy, and the joy his godly parent represents.

Deeply Compassionate (when he chooses to be): Beneath his carefree exterior, Elliot has a deep, empathetic side that he doesn’t always show. He genuinely cares about his friends and fellow campers, even if he doesn’t always express it in conventional ways. His kindness often comes in bursts—like offering a random gift, checking in on someone after a bad day, or making someone laugh when they feel down. However, his brand of compassion is a little unconventional; he prefers to show love through shared experiences—like organizing a spontaneous party or throwing an impromptu celebration in someone's honor rather than offering heartfelt speeches.

Loyal (but different): Elliot is fiercely loyal to his friends and to those he cares about. However, his loyalty often comes with a twist—he’s not the type to show it in traditional ways. Rather than being the dependable, steady friend, he’s the one who might drag you into a prank or encourage you to step outside your comfort zone. If you need him in a moment of crisis, he’ll be the first to show up—but he might do so in the form of a drunken pep talk or by showing up with a wild, over-the-top solution. For Elliot, loyalty is about standing by someone through thick and thin, even if his way of doing so is unorthodox.

In short: Elliot is the reason there is so much mayhem at camp. He is often mistaken for a Haermes kid and a large majority of his friends are from Hermes. He often tries to throw parties in secret - his cabin is often empty, so he always has someone sneaking in. Some nights he gives large, loud, messy parties that get him in big trouble, starts food fights, or finds a way to access liquor. He is a troublemaker who is impulsive, conflicted, and probably the most chaotic human known to mankind. He is a menace.

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So, God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being
I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene
I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy
Don't come at me
I'm the main character, and you have to like me

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Likes:
grapes
parties
laughter
friends
food
pranks
freedom to be himself
free-will

Dislikes:
People who dislike him
Not being the center of attention for long spans of time
basically being forgotten all together
being restrained.

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Name: Jacob Adams

Nicknames: Jake

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: White

Years at camp: 3

Godly powers: Teleportation, can control the weather, flight, and lightning conjuration.

Earthly parent: Marissa Adams

Godly parent: Zeus

Height: 6'2

Weight: 145lbs

Build: Muscular and tall

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Lightning blue

Tattoo(s): Lightning bolt on his right forearm.

Appearance: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/heyy--5...

Favorite Food: Bacon cheeseburgers

Favorite Sport: Basketball

Favorite Color: Red

Personality: Jake is very outgoing, kind, honest, and loyal. He is a people person. But he can get mad fairly easily. He has ADHD and mood swings, so e can go from happy to sad or mad. He is also a skilled fighter.

History: Jake grew up in a small town and lived a quiet life, not knowing he was a son of one of the big three. All was well until he suddenly got attacked one day. He was then rushed to Camp Half-Blood by his mother and has been there ever since. He has made many friends and went on many quests. He has mastered his fighting abilities and can take on almost anything.

ITZCALI [ CALI ] MOCTEZUMA ÁLVAREZ
Twenty-one  ‧  Male  ‧  Bisexual  ‧  July 31st



Loud laughter reverberates off cabin walls and circles through the campgrounds, swept up by the salty Long Island Sound breeze. It's an unmistakable tune sung by the notorious son of Xipe Totec. Known for his easygoing demeanor and infectious personality, Itzcali has charmed his way through Camp Half-Blood since he and his twin sister stumbled past the protective barriers. To him, life is all one big joke, and he's the comedian telling it. He values the brighter parts of living—the joy, humor, and romance. With high spirits, he spends his days flirting with anything that breathes and playing harmless pranks on unsuspecting campers.

It's rare to find Cali without his signature crooked grin, easily ignoring any trouble life attempts to throw at him by centering his mind on only one thing: to always have a good time. Any parties, social gatherings, or group sparring sessions are sure to have Cali in attendance. He's the first person to show up and the last person to leave.

However, his inability to take anything seriously is a constant source of struggle between him and others and has previously impacted his relationships. It jeopardizes his quests, as he'll step up to fight a monster, only to realize too late that they overpower him. It affects his training, leading him to be unaware of the full potential of his abilities. The only thing he regards seriously is his twin sister. Itzcali and Xochitl are peas in a pod, and he would give his life to protect her.

SON OF XIPE TOTEC

[ COMBAT STATS ]

STRENGTH      7
INTELLIGENCE      5
ENDURANCE      6
AGILITY      2

Itzcali can put up a good fight when he actually tries, and he's rather
adept with his abilities. But it's so much more fun to fool around.

TIME AT CAMP   Nine years, arrived whenWEAPONS   Dual celestial bronze sickles
he was twelve years oldand a set of throwing knives

STRENGTHS   Charming, secures trustWEAKNESSES   Completely unserious,
easily, keeps an optimistic attitude, quickunderestimates his opponents, can't be
thinker, and a strong fighterstealthy or quiet, and Xochitl

GODLY ABILITIES
His strongest power, Itzcali can manipulate nature, specifically with agriculture and vegetation. He often assists with the strawberry production at the farm, working alongside the children of Demeter. He has a form of enhanced craftsmanship, allowing him to create anything he chooses. This is aided by his ability to manipulate metals, though limited to gold and silver. He has a particular interest in weapon crafting, but it's difficult for Cali to maintain focus on just one project. As Xipe Totec is a life-death-rebirth deity, Itzcali has limited control of necromancy. His necromancy ties with his chlorokinesis, allowing him to restore plants from death. The power is tricky to control when it comes to humans, and he struggles to summon and communicate with the dead, unlike his sister. He can also minorly control the weather and influence changes in the seasons.



Crammed into a three-bedroom apartment in Washington Heights, Itzcali only ever knew the chaos and liveliness that came with a nine-member household. He learned early on the value of community through his family, how to harness his ambition, and strive for better like his immigrant mother. His mother, Anacoana Moctezuma Álvarez, had come from an even larger family in a small Nahua farming village in Oaxaca, Mexico. Being one of twelve siblings, Anacoana had big dreams; she'd always wished to move to the United States and pursue a career as an agriculturist in the country's finest science programs. Her siblings called her lofty and ridiculous, told her to lower her head from the clouds. When she was twenty, she resigned herself to the life her family expected of her.

Until she fell in love.

A springtime romance with a mysterious man, an unfamiliar face in her farming village, finally helped Anacoana realize she refused to forget her dreams. The man promised to help her and support her in every step of the way. It took years before she finally landed on American soil, and she wasn't alone—he followed her there. After years of dancing around each other, both hesitant to pursue the feelings they harbored, Anacoana and the man began their relationship and settled into this new country together. They moved to New York City, using the wealth that he claimed belonged to his family to find a decent apartment in the heart of the city's largest Spanish-speaking community. Not long after, they had two kids, twins named Itzcali and Xochitl. Three months after they were born, the man left. All that remained of him was the fortune he passed on to his lover and a letter that explained who he was, why he had to leave, and where their children's future would lead.

Anacoana did her best to raise the twins with every ounce of love in her being. Through every mishap—Itzcali dragging Xochitl into trouble, Ana working full-time while pursuing her education, the twins' eventual ADHD diagnosis—it was the three of them against the world. But there had always been something missing in his mother. She'd made friends in the city and regularly kept in contact with her relatives, but there was a spark in her eye that Itzcali noticed had flickered away over the years. She was lonely.

Cali, a self-proclaimed mastermind at the small age of eight, decided to take matters into his own hands. He enlisted his twin's assistance, and they set out to find their mom a boyfriend. It was easier said than done. Men they encountered on the street typically didn't take well to random kids approaching them and asking if they thought their mother was cute. What else could they do? They were only eight!

Despite every plan the twins set in motion, the hours spent considering their mother's type in men, and the combined efforts, Anacoana found love again entirely on her own. She fell in love with their neighbor, Carlos. Three years later, they were married. A year after that, the twins were sent to Camp Half-Blood after a hellhound attack in the middle of a grocery store. Their half-siblings came as time trickled on, and eventually, Anacoana brought her parents from Mexico to live with the then-family-of-seven.

Nothing excites Itzcali more than when summer ends, and he and Xochitl can return to a home always full of laughter, warmth, and love.

@cosmic approved! your templates are so pretty 😍 (another mod can help recheck lore business :D)

@cameron 3+ sentences for personality and 5+ for history please!

~BASIC INFORMATION~

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams"

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First Name: Cordelia
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Middle Name: Anne
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Last Name: Malcolm
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Species: Demigod
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Nicknames: Cora
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Gender: Female
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Birthday: June 19th
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Birthplace: London, France
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Ethnicity: British
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Godly Powers: none
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Astrology Sign: Gemini
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Age: 16
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Sexuality: pansexual
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Godly Parent: Loki
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Earthly Parent: Raina Malcolm
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Siblings: Tanya Malcolm(12)
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Relationship: none
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Crush: none
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Pet/s: Raven named Dusk
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Personality: sometimes very excited, but she can be very moody and emotional. She acts tough, but is very unstable in the inside. She likes being alone, but enjoys the company of her pet raven. She doesn’t really have any friends. Everyone at camp makes fun of her.
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Appearance: pale skin, mostly without freckles, except for on her face. A sly smile almost always on her face. She is a pretty small person, which makes her look less intimidating.
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Fears: rats, dogs, the ocean.
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Family: Sister, Mother
Mother: See above
Father: No mortal father
Sibling/s: (IF ANY) see above
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History: she knew she wasn’t normal, because she had never fit in. She always lost her temper at her mother. Her sister was always there for her, even though she was only 8. She found out she was a demigod and she hated it. One day, she had snuck out of school, but she got caught. Her mother went off at her, and she ran away. Her sister was left with her mother. After days of travel, she found Camp Half-Blood.
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~PHYSICAL FEATURES~
“Being short is not a limitation; it is an opportunity to stand out.”
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Height: 5’0
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Weight: 100 lbs
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Frame/Build: very small in weight and size, skinny limbs and frame.
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Hair length: 12 inches
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Hair Style: usually straight, but she curls it sometimes for special occasions.
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Hair color: Jet black hair, with some grayish highlights.
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Eye shape: hooded
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Eye color: dark green
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Complexion: barely any, making her skin very pale.
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Face size: small
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Voice Type: not high-pitched, but not too low.
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Foot Size: small feet, fits a size 8 in women.
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Tattoo/s: none
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Piercing/s: nose piercing on her septum.
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Scar/s: none
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Marks: none
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Accessories: always carries around a small black fanny pack. Green and
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Clothing Style/s: dark clothing, y2k
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Personality:
“What the heck? You think I would agree to that?”
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Good Qualities / Trait(s): comforting when necessary
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Vices / Negative Trait(s): gets angry easily, doesn’t enjoy contact such as the shaking of a hand.
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Strengths: can trick people easily
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Weaknesses: the sight of blood being spilled, throwing up.
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Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: cracking her knuckles, biting her nails.
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Phobia / Fears: see above
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~INSTRESTS~
“Liking someone is not the same as loving someone”
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Favorite Food: sushi
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Favorite Sport: tennis
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Favorite Book: The Game of Thrones
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Favorite Show: none
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Favorite Music: Benson Boone
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Favorite Color: Green
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Clothing Style / Preferences: dark clothing
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Hobbies: reading, playing tennis listening to music
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Role Models: Loki, her father, and her younger sister.
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Likes: Cats, birds, snakes, plants
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Dislikes: dogs, swimming
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~HISTORY~
“What’s the point of living if we’re going to die, anyway?”
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History (child): fought with mother a lot, had a lot of trouble in school. (See rest above)
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History (Teen): ran away from home and arrived at camp. (See rest above)
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Name: Lazarus Von Haderach.
Nicknames: vampy, and bloodsucker
Gender: male… usually.
Age: 14
Species: demigod, though his red eyes make some think he’s a vampire.

Ethnicity / Race: Europe. Specifically britain.
Astrology Sign: Aries
Years at camp: none. Is about to arrive.
Godly powers: Shapeshifting, magic, and illusions.
Godly parent: Loki

Favorite Food: Potstickers.
Favorite Sport: foosball and dodgeball
Favorite Book: Michael vey
Favorite Show: stranger things
Favorite Music: JVKE
Eye color: Red
Hair color: white with one red streak
Clothing Style / Preferences: black suits and cosplay

Hobbies: watching anime and sword fighting, as well as reading.
Appearance:

Good Qualities / Trait(s): He is funny, kind, empathetic, and also sorta braindead. He's a very nice person if you can see past his appearance and actually try to talk to him.

Vices / Negative Trait(s): Due to crippling anime addiction, he is a weeb. He can be very stubborn and prideful, unless you convince him with logic and/or bribe him with food. Doesn't like it when people make fun of on his red eyes.

Strengths: he is very fast and can do magic. also good with animals.
Weaknesses: Cannot write neatly for the life of him. And good luck getting him to sing.

Habits: Has the posture of L from Death Note.

Phobias: spiders and needles.

History: Lazarus was raised by his mother, Blanche von Haderach. they lived in a manor in upper brooklyn, and Lazarus's father was never there. From his mother's home in brooklyn, Laz was constantly surrounded by monsters. Most paid him no mind, as he was basically a monster himself in looks, but every so often a harpy would be a pest to him. He followed a satyr he saw, that caught his interest. after some Mischievous shenanigans on the way, they arrived at camp half blood.

Name: Troy Goldson
Age: 16 1/2
Years at Camp: 8
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Godly Parent: Fenrir
Personality: Troy Goldson is extremely loyal to the friends he has, it doesn't matter if you are right or wrong. hard-headed, stubborn, faithful, has a hard time trusting others
Appearance: Black hair, green eyes tanned skin, scar over right eye. Hands are scarred over, barely has any feeling in them.

Wolf-appearance: Enormous black wolf, one white front paw. Dark-green eyes, scar over right eye

Powers: Shapeshifts into a wolf
History: Troy is a bit of a mystery. He prefers to stay in the shadows and not interact with the campers. Many find him mysterious which makes him attractive in that perspective. He never knew who his parents were because his mother abandoned him at a orphanage a few days old. Once you gain his trust, Troy will not let you down. Like the wolf he is, he will remain faithful to you no matter what you have done in the past

Name ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Massey Aethelwolf
Age ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 17
Gender ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Male
Sexuality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Bisexual
Years at camp ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 8
Godly parent ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Athena
Face claim ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Edvin Ryding
Personality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Massey is often mistaken for a son of Apollo because of his bright, funny attitude. He’s very charming, with a contagious laugh and a gift with kids. Despite his extroverted traits, he often needs moments to himself- especially when coping with his anxiety
Likes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Strawberries, milkshakes, scary movies, anything to do with adrenaline
Dislikes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sour candy, birds, running
Fears ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Birds
Skills ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ The sword, hand-to-hand combat, persuasion
Family ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Lelya Aethelwolf (mother), Ordelia Aethelwolf (mom), Edy Aethelwolf (cousin)
History ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Massey has often had to defend his moms from prejudiced people, but when Lelya, his birth mother, (view spoiler)[miscarried due to a physical hate crime, (hide spoiler)] he grew very depressed and angry for some time. Due to this, he’s still very defensive when people say anything that could be interpreted as homophob!c. Other than that, his childhood was happy, and he grew up alongside his cousin, Edy, who he loves and connects with deeply

⌗ ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐂 ¡! 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴, 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘦 & 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥


゛➛ 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 :
𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚_ william lincoln murray
⊹ 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙙_ linc
𝙖𝙜𝙚_ seventeen
⊹ 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮_ october twenty fifth
𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧_ male
𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮_ heterosexual
𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙥_ four

゛➛ 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 :
𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚_
⊹ the first thing one might notice about linc is his rich brown eyes that carry an amber or almost yellowish hue. paired next to dark brown hair with a red undertone that sometimes looks black when in dark environments or wet. his skin colour is on the paler side — particularly in the winter months. in the summer he tends to build a soft tan but it’s hard for him to keep. standing at 5'11 and sporting the faintest traces of freckles over his cheeks, linc normally blends in with the crowd which he prefers. the only thing that might set him apart is multiple scraps and scars covering his hands from practising knifemanship.
𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮_
⊹ surface level impressions would likely come up as reserved and blunt. linc is not a people person and won’t suck up to others, so giving a straight forward reply can result in others disliking him for his brute honesty. he prefers a small group of close friends and usually won’t make the effort for strangers. he can be known as persuasive in his ability to bring out people’s emotions, convincing them to act on what they feel even if it goes against their better judgment. he's usually easy going and very loyal to those who earn it. when he sets his mind to something he can’t let it go, giving himself drive to achieve his goals, which also makes him stubborn and impulsive. in contrast to his otherwise distant nature, linc's mouth involuntarily curves into a wicked smile when using his mother's gifts. as though he embodies chaos itself and can’t help the electric feeling.
𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨_ snakes.ᐟ they're not really something he likes but rather is drawn to them, possibly only due to his godly parents influence, the beach.ᐟ not swimming or wave surfing, more so the colours and view, knives.ᐟ his preferred choice of weapon
𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨_ amusement parks.ᐟ specifically thrill rides because he hates the feeling of falling, children.ᐟ he's never found them cute or had any interest in entertaining them, alcohol and cigarettes.ᐟ does he need to explain?
𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨_ heights.ᐟ although not diagnosed with this phobia linc experiences shortness of breath and dizziness when near a dangerous ledge

゛➛ 𝘼𝘿𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 :
𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮_
⊹ linc's father, william thomas murray, was a history teacher who had a minor interest in greek mythology. an interest that grew when a certain godly woman spent a night with him. becoming obsessed with eris, william dove into research — the kind that took over lounge room walls and eat away any normal childhood linc might have had with his father. he became intrigued with the demigod child left in his care, told him he was special, that he would have a destiny and responsibility to grow into. linc always thought his father wasn’t all there, his grandparents didn’t approve of william's behaviour, no less the fact an infant was 'dumped on his doorstep', so he spent most of his years at their house. little did he know until the day came he was stepping across the boundary of camp half blood itself and into a world he did not believe.
𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨_ ¹ pathokinesis, ² umbrakinesis, ³ chaos inducement
¹ can manipulate peoples emotions varying from anger to envy. all depending on a persons mental strength and how heightened that emotion is. normally only negative emotions, he can’t forcefully calm someone down or persuade someone to be happy
² linc is able to manipulate darkness and form objects or weapons from shadows ( limited to time and his own durability ) he's currently trying to learn shadow travel and the technique of becoming invisible by surrounding himself with darkness, but this proves to be a challenge for him
³ he can cause chaos in any scale, from minor disorder, confusion and/or disobedience, up to causing massive storms, destruction, loss of laws and order to cause mass panic. takes a lot of his concentration for bigger effects and depends on what’s around him, eg. he can’t make it storm if there aren’t any clouds in the sky. has experienced unwillingly using this powers based on strong emotions he feels
𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨_
⤑ tba
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𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙖_ box dye.ᐟ fun fact linc's natural hair colour is actually a mouse brown, 'willy, billy, bill'.ᐟ highly advised against calling him this, he doesn’t give his real name out if he can help it; he adopted his middle name as his father shares his first, cassette taps.ᐟ has a portable player hidden under his mattress, bad luck.ᐟ he has often thought to be cursed — not surprisingly due to his godly parent — minor decisions he makes sometimes lead to chaotic events depending on his moods

Needs 3+ sentences for personality and apperance each, or a photo, and 4+ for history

now playing: fable by gigi perez
"divinity says destiny can't be earned or returned / i feel when i question my skin starts to burn / why does my skin start to burn?"

basics
ᯓ★ full name: clementine lý
ᯓ★ nickname: clem
ᯓ★ age: sixteen
ᯓ★ pronouns: she/her
ᯓ★ godly parent: ares
ᯓ★ race/ethnicity: half vietnamese
ᯓ★ face claim: charryna ho, @charrynaho on tiktok and charryna ho official on yt

family
ᯓ★ mortal family
clementine is an only child. her mother swore up and down she'd never love again after her brief dalliance with ares. while her mother knew ares was a god to some degree, in vietnamese mythology it's normal for heavenly beings to interact with humans, so she sort of took it in stride. after all, what's the point in where he's from when he's right here with me? (clementine's mother circa seventeen years ago)
that didn't end well when ares grew tired of her mortal affairs. clementine's mother, ahn, didn't take it well. she's always had a bit of a strained relationship with her mother because of the bitterness towards her father, but they love each other regardless.
ares and ahn had a brief relationship as sort of a "power couple". ahn runs her own company, and ares is... ares, so they would always be showing up to these black tie events for fun.
they had a smooth breakup, but that's not to say it was painless. ares simply lost interest, as gods tend to do. he didn't love ahn unusually for a mortal-- it was a very regular mortal/immortal love story.
ahn found out she was pregnant after the breakup, had clem, and the rest is history.
clem and her mother have two cats! one is siamese and the other is a tuxedo. clem loves all cats dearly and relates to them on a personal level
ᯓ★ godly family (if it can even be called that...)
ares is clem's father. if clem's relationship with her mother is a bit strained, her relationship with her father is like a bowstring pulled taut. i think it's generally agreed upon in canon that ares is absolutely a deadbeat dad, and it wasn't like he really loved her mom or anything, so clem and ares continue to have a mutually indifferent relationship, with mildly concerning levels of resentment from clem's end.

physical features
ᯓ★ clem's smaller than you would expect for a child of ares-- she's always been on the short side at around 5'2". she's an average weight, healthily filled out for her height.
ᯓ★ her most striking feature is her eyes. they're wide and dark, and she always looks a bit surprised and skittish, but soften a lot when she's at ease. she likes to wear eyeliner, and will hang out shyly around the aphrodite cabin to pick up tips and tricks.
ᯓ★ clem has fine black hair to her mid-back that she keeps tied up. her favorite hairstyle to do is a braid or twin braids
ᯓ★ her skin is tan, with an olive undertone. she has a few beauty marks, one on her left temple, one between her mouth and chin, and one right below her right eye (near the temple).
ᯓ★ she has a more sharp face shape from ares, especially around her browbone, but has round cheeks
ᯓ★ clem has tiny scars all over her fingers from dropping weapons as a little kid-- she was always very drawn to knives and would mess around with them constantly (child of ares behavior lmao)
ᯓ★ she doesn't have any tattoos but has thought a lot about getting them
ᯓ★ her ears are pierced twice, she wears silver studs in them most times, nothing ostentatious
ᯓ★ clem is pretty strong from all her camp training, she definitely has muscles, but prefers blades to simple physical strength
ᯓ★ she wears reading glasses and hates them because she thinks they make her look like an old man, but is trying to convince herself to like them for the dark academia vibe (and failing)

personality
ᯓ★ clem has always been more on the quiet side, and very skittish. she takes a little while to open up to people but enjoys getting to know them. she's sort of a lurker and likes to hang around cabins for little to no reason. when she's comfortable around people she's very affectionate and sweet, with a hidden chaotic side that has her doing the most diabolical pranks and making jokes that nobody would ever believe came from her.
ᯓ★ she's a perfectionist-- her fatal flaw is probably that she would disassemble the world as we all know it to just try again!
ᯓ★ that also leads to constantly holding herself to impossible standards and suffering for it. some of this is caused by the need to be perfect for her mother, since she was already so hurt by ares, and she doesn't need clem giving her more grief. some of it is also caused by the need to measure up to godly standards, and especially the ones ares sets for his kids.
ᯓ★ she is vaguely unsettled by water, and hates any large bodies of water. she's always uneasy when near the lake or poseidon kids. it's a problem.
history
ᯓ★ clem and her mother used to live in kansas. as is the life of a half-blood, she hated it there, always seeing monsters in the corn and such
ᯓ★ her mother's business started to branch out across the country and they moved to new york together
ᯓ★ clem still never fit in completely, and kept to herself. her half-blood abilities started to emerge now that she was around more magical power (she'd always been a little talented with weapons, and fit, but she found herself accidentally breaking things)
ᯓ★ with all the godly energy around her, monsters started appearing more and coming closer, and her assigned satyr eventually figured it was time to introduce her to camp half blood!
other
ᯓ★ she is always down to dye someone's hair, it's her living vicariously through others because she wouldn't dare bleach her hair
ᯓ★ she has very little accent. her voice is sort of like a soft version of a tv announcer. it's sort of astounding given the mix of accents she's witnessed in her years (vietnamese, whatever tf a kansas accent sounds like, the devious new york accent) but it somehow happened. blame public school.
ᯓ★ a certified animal lover. she is all tough and daughter of ares grr and spooky quiet girl until she sees an animal and then its "OH BABY HIIIII I LOVE HIM LOOK AT HIMMM"
ᯓ★ her favorite food is her grandma's vietnamese cooking, made by her mom! she also likes those pretzels u get at ballparks lol
ᯓ★ she is a certified enjoyer of the sweetest starbucks drinks and can't tell anyone because it will ruin her image as daughter of ares but it is truly scary what she rattles off in the drive thru to that poor Starbucks employee
ᯓ★ she has the rattiest black car with keychains and stickers all over it, and loves it so much, and drives it everywhere
ᯓ★ in camp her outfit is cargo pants, jorts, and the chb t-shirt/graphic tee. she also loves a good ribcage or eyes themed sweater! when she goes to visit her mom it's a cutesy pastel top with cargo pants, and occasionally her sweaters
ᯓ★ she begged the hephaestus kids for a microwave for an entire year and uses it to make instant ramen for all the ares kids
ᯓ★ however she's kinda bad at offering people stuff so she just leaves bowls of instant ramen by the microwave for people to warm up

the yap is finally done!! meet my girl clem <33

˚˖ 🍓✧˚.🎀༘⋆ 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 laurier, daughter of 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒆 ₊˚🦢✩ 🍰⊹ᯓᡣ𐭩

» 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 // 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 ((ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ 𖦤 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙝𝙤𝙯𝙞𝙚𝙧))

full name : aurora laurier
age : 17
dob : 1st june
star sign : gemini
gender : female
sexuality : bisexual
godly parent: nike
legacy: n/a
spoken languages : english, tamil, sinhalese
species : demi-god

face claim : simone ashley
typical hairstyle : soft, black curls that fall like cinnamon swirls
eye color : earthy brown
height : 5'8
identifiable marks : n/a

weapon: a parazonium dagger made of an alloy of imperial gold & adamantine, gifted to her by nike

clothing : she usually wears floral or pastel-coloured dresses and is seen in formal attire

first impression : kind & comforting. she has this sort of warm, glowy magnetic attraction that makes anybody feel safe around her

personality description : she's extroverted, but not in a loud, exuberant manner. her confidence is well-placed and when people are in doubt, she's usually the first to offer reassurance and a solution. she's smart, as well. calculating, witty, academic; everything she was raised to be. but, she isn't quite sure if that is everything she wants to be. at the end of the day, she does her best to offer kindness, but she's aware of those she doesn't like. she's afraid of love, and she thinks love is afraid of her. it's complicated. she's a hopeless romantic, but she tries to have walls up, because she's all too aware of what happens when a city's barricades fall.

likes : cherries, honeycomb, the northern lights, dresses, flowers, gracie abrams, clueless (film), early morning walks, schedules, studying architecture, bend it like beckham (film) & watching romcoms late at night
dislikes : maths, science, sad movies, classical music, pizza, chess, egotistical people & monsters
hobbies : writing, singing, reading, sewing
fears : the dark, needles & spiders
years at camp: 4

powers: limited telumkinesis, super strength, foresight specifically pertaining to battlefield conflict
fatal flaw: impulsiveness/recklessness
mother : anjali laurier
godly parent : nike
pets : a british shorthair cat named ravi
satyr : jack lefkowitz

(view spoiler)[background // history » aurora was born to a highly academic, cagey and overly protective mother. anjali laurier was a neuroscientist who had gone to harvard, and was acclaimed for being one of the most innovative women of the decade, making leaps and bounds in research & development. aurora was expected to follow in her footsteps, and that was fine. except, somewhere along the way, she kept on failing, and try as hard as she might, she couldn't academically keep up. and then, she physically couldn't keep up.

on the way to school, she felt some foreboding, ominous thing following her, hiding behind lamp-posts, above roofs and eventually beneath her own skin. jack, her satyr, although she hadn't known it at the time, appeared. there was no time, he said. she had to trust him, he said. they had to run. and then, aurora made the stupid, stupid mistake of looking back.

a pack of black, gleaming crocottas, much larger than they were in the myths rora had read as a child, towering above them, each with several rows of canines, sharpened, bloody claws and piercing, ravenous eyes that made her freeze. jack stopped, turning to see aurora halt. she lost her footing, falling as the first of the dog-wolf-hyena hybrids fell upon her. by some kind hand of fate, aurora caught with shaky hands what jack had thrown her.

a dagger, engraved into the base were roman numerals. aurora plunged it upwards through the leader of the pack, scrambled backwards and ran.

they safely made it to CHB and there, aurora learned about the gods. the gods she had grown up slighting and insulting and believing were non-existant. (hide spoiler)]

✧˖*°࿐ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦. ✧˖*°࿐

Name ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Regulus Blackwood
Nickname ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Reggie (must be requested)
Age ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 17
Gender ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Male
Sexuality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Gay (closeted)
Years at camp ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ New arrival
Godly parent ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Aphrodite
Powers ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Charmspeak
Song he looks/acts like ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Love potions (slowed and reverb)
Face claim ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Harry Collett - [Regulus has thick, curling black hair, bright and wide green eyes, and pale skin. His face is angular but beautiful (nearly angelic), his figure slender and muscular. He's 5'10", and wears mostly black.]

𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑡.

Personality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Regulus is a dick. At least that's what his friends, family, and past lovers call him- some fondly, some with genuine malice. To be fair, Regulus himself knows he can be a bit of an arse, but it's never bothered him, and being 'nice' and 'empathetic' and all those filler words always seemed like a waste of energy. You get hurt either way, right? (view spoiler)[ HE WILL SOFTEN FOR THE RIGHT PERSON IT'LL JUST BE ANGSTY (hide spoiler)]
First impression ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Mean asf
Likes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Fashion, birds, astrology, sad movies
Dislikes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Swimming, summer/short sleeved anything
Fears ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Water
Skills ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Knives
Spoken languages ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ English, french
Family ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sirius Blackwood (brother), Dromeda Blackwood (cousin), Cissa Blackwood (cousin), Trixie Blackwood (cousin)
History ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Regulus grew up in an extremely horrific household. !TW! (view spoiler)[ His parents were the worst people you could imagine (white supremac!sts, rich, h!mophobes, etc) and were incredibly abusive. (hide spoiler)] Sirius made it out, and Regulus was left to fend for himself. This absolutely shattered Regulus's previously (relatively) innocent and kind self, leaving him cold and silent. He was perfectly alone, trying to blend in to his horrific family so as to not (view spoiler)[earn more scars (hide spoiler)], slowly growing fond of his cousins Cissa and Dromeda, watching them rebel against the family. Eventually, Barty, his guide, came to lead him to camp.

𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑚 𝐼? 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑚 𝐼?

BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Valentino Aruius Gomez
Nicknames: Val, Valentine
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Species: Demigod
Ethnicity / Race: Latino
Astrology Sign: Aquarius
Years at camp: 2
Godly powers:
born with small functional, avian wings.
the power of amokinesis, or the power to control love, and can channel their amokinesis into their arrows.
"charm-touch", or the ability to persuade people to do what they want through skin-to-skin contact.
can turn invisible
make other people fall in love with each other - for long or short periods of time . (Limited of times a day) (Limited, drains energy)
shock enemies in battle to the point in which they stop fighting for a short period of time. (Limited of time)
can identify the sexuality of one in just one glance. can identify if one is s-xually active or not in just one glance.
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Carla Maria Gomez
https://this-person-does-not-exist.co...

Godly parent: EROS
https://www.mycast.io/talent/toby-regbo

Sibling(s): NONE
Age: n/a
Relationship: none
Pet(s):none

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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5'12
Weight: 152 lbs
Frame / Build: Lean and smooth build and frame
Hair length: pic
Hair color: pic
Eye shape: pic
Eye color: Pink
Complexion: pic
Face size (broad, narrow, etc.): pic
Voice type: Camilo from encanto
Foot size: 18 in mens
Tattoo(s): none
Scar(s): none
Other notable accessories: none
Any other identifying mark(s): heart shaped pupils
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: chile
Favorite Sport: Soccer
Favorite Book: none
Favorite Show: love after lockup
Favorite Music: fly me to the moon (IDK THE ARTIST)
Favorite Color: Blue
Clothing Style / Preferences: Grunge/skater
Hobbies: archery
Role Models: his mother
Likes: coffee, birds
Dislikes: dogs and cats

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PERSONALITY
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Personality:You bring joy where ever you go! You love to party with your friends, and are always laid back, unless someone gets on your bad side. Live carefree.


Good Qualities / Trait(s): kindness, compassion, and a connection to universal love
Vices / Negative Trait(s): mischevious
Strengths: arrows, patience, quiet
Weaknesses: quick paced, swords
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: rubs his eyes and blushes when he uses one of his powers (Guess which)
Phobia / Fears: cars

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HISTORY
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History: Valentino's mom had him when she was 16, and could barely take care of herself much less a kid. but she did her best anyway. when he was growing up people would do what he asked all the time, when he spoke or touched them, and he always saw strange words over there head...when his mother got arrested he found his way to camp half blood after finding a letter and a bow from his father.


(Made by Coy!)

TO BE ACCEPTED

vyn ೃ࿐ wrote: "✧˖*°࿐ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔? 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦. ✧˖*°࿐

Name ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Regulus Blackwood
Nickname ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Reggie (must be requested)
Age ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 17
Gender ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Male
Sexuality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Ga..."

REGULUS BLACK???

Needs a little more for history, and a photo or 3+ sentences for appearance!!

Can I make Sirius??????

Mouse wrote: "BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Valentino Aruius Gomez
Nicknames: Val, Valentine
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Species: Demigod
Ethnicity / Race: Latino
Astrology Sign: Aquarius
Years at camp: 2..."

Needs more for personality and backstory!!

All characters are approved except for the following:

Cameron: Needs 3+ sentences for personality and 5+ for history

Hosanna: Needs 3+ sentences for personality and apperance each, or a photo, and 4+ for history

And Vyn and Mouse, above.

✧˖*°࿐ I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive. ✧˖*°࿐

Name ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Remus Eamonn
Nickname ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Moony (must be requested)
Age ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 19
Gender ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Male
Sexuality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Gay
Years at camp ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 2
Godly parent ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Hades
Powers ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Speak with ghosts, shadowtravel
Face claim ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Andrew Garfield - [Remus has thick, wavy brown/blond hair, moody brown eyes, and freckled and scarred skin. He's very handsome, but not in a way that is intimidating, and is incredibly tall and lanky. He has a sort of presence, one that while he is quiet, you're still impressed.

I am bleeding under the sunset. Everything feels beautiful.

Personality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Remus may seem quiet and kind- and he is, sometimes- but when around his friends, he's mischevious, has a dry sense of humor, and swears a lot. He's an incredible listener, and is very emotionally mature for his age- despite assisting his friends in their pranks. There's something about him that makes it seem like you can tell him anything.
First impression ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Shy
Likes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sweaters, doc martins, david bowie, toast
Dislikes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Blueberries, fighting
Fears ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Being alone
Skills ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Hand to hand combat,
Spoken languages ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ English, welsh
Family ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ N/A
History ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Remus grew up in a poor household- his stepdad an addict, his mum working two jobs and still being unable to pay the bills. They were good to him, the best they could be, but eventually, his mum passed away. Then, because of his stepdad's issues, he was moved into foster care. (SERIOUS TW) (view spoiler)[ When Remus was 10, he was SA'd by his foster father. (hide spoiler)] He hasn't been the same since, even though what happened was revealed and he went through extensive therapy. (view spoiler)[Because of what happened, Remus struggles with any sort of intimacy. (hide spoiler)]

But I am not allowed to forget the taste of the tears of yesterday.

✧˖*°࿐ Maybe this world is another planet's hell. ✧˖*°࿐

Name ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Narcissa Blackwood
Nickname ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Cissa
Age ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 18
Gender ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Female
Sexuality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Aroace
Years at camp ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 6
Godly parent ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Zeus
Powers ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Flight, lightning
Face claim ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Milly Alcock- [Cissa is incredibly beautiful- long, soft blonde hair, gentle blue eyes, and perfectly rosy skin. She appears to be very soft, but can be fearsome and powerful if necessary. Short and slender, she resembles her cousin, Reggie.]

All great and precious things are lonely.

Personality ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Cissa is quiet, but not shy. Very observant and intelligent, she keeps to herself- only spending time with her few friends, her two cousins, Regulus and Bellatrix. Always thinking, always ensuring her well being, she's very cunning, but she's not unkind. She has an impressive level of empathy for a Blackwood, but only reveals it to those she believes 'safe'.,
First impression ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Cold
Likes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ The stars, drawing, cigarettes
Dislikes ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Rain, people
Fears ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Being like her parents
Skills ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Fighting, languages
Spoken languages ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ English, french, spanish, italian, mandarin, russian
Family ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Regulus Blackwood (cousin), Bellatrix Blackwood (sister), Sirius Blackwood (cousin)
History ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Narcissa Blackwood hates her parents, and for good reason. TW. Cruel, unbearing narcissists, they constantly pried her open and looked inside to make sure she was becoming the perfect little girl they wanted her to be. They signed her up for an intense private school as a child and punished her when she cried, they made a promise with a close friend that Cissa would marry their sun... and they made sure she would never have the chance to make her own friends outside of the "pure Blackwood family". She suffered immensely under this treatment until her satyr, named Pandora, came to save her. Leaving her sister and little cousin behind was the worst agony she had ever felt.

The greatest trick the Devil pulled was convincing the world there was only one of him.

 
  sirius blackwood ⋆ 19 ⋆ child of aphrodite 

basic information

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- nicknames: siri, black
- gender: demiboy, he/they
- sexuality: bisexual (hide spoiler)]

history

(view spoiler)[ long story short: his father cheated on his "mother". twice. once created sirius, the other regulus. because of this, their "mother" hated him. she was abusive. verbally, physically, and emotionally. it was rough. the only safe space was school, then it wasn't. then the monsters came. sirus always protected reggie. always. from his mother, from his father, from everyone. reggie was always protected.
until he wasn't, it got too much. sirius ran away at 16. he was on the run for 6 months before he managed to find a haven. camp half blood. he was finally safe. but reggie wasn't. he hated that he left reggie. but he couldn't stay. (hide spoiler)]

personality

(view spoiler)[ sirius is cocky. and very flirtatious. he flirts left and right. even when he isn't attracted to them. and it always works, thanks to aphrodites charmspeak. sirius, thanks to his upbringing, has some internalized homophobia. mostly, he flirts and goes for girls, but since coming to camp, he's been more open, dating who he wants when he wants. (hide spoiler)]

face claim

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relationships

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godly parent: aphrodite
mortal parent: orion blackwood
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regulus blackwood ⋆ brothers ⋆ @vyn

(view spoiler)[ when they were younger, the black brothers were inseparable. stuck to the hip. they had too, they had to be close, considering the house they lived in. they only had each other, no one else. no one else they could rely on. sirius knew all of reggies secrets, and reggie his. (hide spoiler)]

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BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Reece O’Kelleher
Nicknames: Reeses Cup, CeeCee
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species: Demi-god
Ethnicity / Race: White / Irish
Astrology Sign: Sagittarius
Years at camp: 7 months
Godly powers: Forced Truth, command over the essence of trust and belief
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Finn O’Kelleher (DECEASED)

Godly parent: Pistis, Goddess of honesty, trust, and good faith.

Sibling(s): N/A
Age: N/A
Relationship: N/A
Pet(s): N/A
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5’8” / 172.72 cm
Weight: 144lbs / 65kg
Frame / Build: Tall and slender, similar to that of a snake.
Hair length: Mid-neck
Hair color: Golden Brown
Eye shape: Thin almond eyes
Eye color: Chestnut Brown
Tattoo(s): Yes, below his neck ( image below )


Scar(s): A star-like scar on his shoulder from a bullet wound.
Other notable accessories: Chunky golden hoop earrings, golden locket necklace.

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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Irish Blaa
Favorite Sport: Bullseye shooting
Favorite Book: The Book With No Pictures
Favorite Show: RuPaul’s Drag Race
Favorite Music: Radiohead
Favorite Color: Blue
Clothing Style / Preferences: Streetwear
Hobbies: Archery, knife throwing, hunting, bullseye shooting
Role Models: Himself!
Likes: Guns.
Dislikes: Lambs

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PERSONALITY
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Personality: Despite his mother being the goddess of good faith, Reece is anything but good. He steals, he fights, he kills. He’s well aware he’s not a good person, and he doesn’t do anything to change it. Everyone believes what he says thanks to his mom anyways. He could come up with the most outrageous lie, and people would believe he is being absolutely honest. He’ll trick you into doing your bidding, make you utterly lose your mind over your faith. He’s rotten to the core, as some would say. It’s a miracle he’s still in Camp Half-Blood and not roaming the streets. Reece is simply naturally aggressive, a natural fighter. It’s not like some sad ‘he wasn’t always like this,’ story. No, he was always an asshole.


Good Qualities / Trait(s): Confident, decisive, versatile.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Deceitful, cynical, invasive.
Strengths: Gullible people
Weaknesses: Strong-willed people
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Bites lips, yawns loudly, sunburns easily.
Phobia / Fears: Gamophobia, Emetophobia, Athazagoraphobia.

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HISTORY
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TW: Gun violence, murder. SKIP ENTIRE HISTORY IF SUCH THINGS BOTHER YOU!

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ACT 1 - St. Louis, Missouri

I had no father. I had no mother. All I had was myself, and my gun. It was the only way to get around, violence. Which, I wasn’t exactly opposed to. I’ve injured multiple, watched people die, it’s not much of an issue to me. I mean, everyone dies sooner or later. It’s just the way of life when some people have to.. exit early, y’know? Sure, their family would be sad, but they’ll get over it. In the long run, everyone’s life was utterly useless. You get old, and die. Hey, some people don’t even get old and die, they just die. But, thankfully, I was robbing a store instead of being dead.

I needed food, and bad. It had been what, a week? It was easy to get water, but food? That stuff was expensive! So, I was in a small gas station, 7/11 or something, I don’t remember. All I know is I needed something to eat, just one of those little beef sticks would work. So far, I was getting a good amount of stuff. Whenever a worker asked what I was doing when I shoved food into my jacket, they just believed me when I said, “Shopping.” This was normal, people just letting me get away with things. Until that idiot security guard in the back that was watching cameras took notice.

Most of it was a blur when he came out, just hooting and hollering at me, demanding I return the food or ‘pay for it.’ Pay? Who in the world pays nowadays? Shoplifting was in, baby! That’s when he started getting violent, reaching for his gun and threatening to call the cops. Jeez, people are so sensitive nowadays. Once I had pulled my gun out of my belt, he had his out at the same time. It felt straight out of a movie when we shot at the same time, talk about timing! Well, it didn’t feel good when he shot my shoulder. Felt fine when I got a bullseye through his head.

ACT 2 - Long Island, New York

Yeah, I had to run after killing that guy. I got my food though! But that was a year ago. New York was.. different. I had to be overly careful with every movement now. Place was disgusting, but I was used to that. But! I made a friend, or whatever it's called. I don’t remember his name, to me he’s just bro. People in New York were really talkative, even if it wasn’t New York City. Hey, not an issue for me. The more people that know me, the easier I can get away with crimes. But my bro, he keeps holding me back. He proposed I just.. Get a job. Get a job? What is he, insane? He kept talking and talking about all these ideas… but I really just didn’t care.

Eventually, he took me to some goofy hill. Was this a date or something? How sweet. I don’t know why I hadn’t just shot him already. He was holding me back, stopping me from stealing, and almost got me caught multiple times. But, I couldn’t bring myself to shoot him. So now, I was on a hill and getting some nonsense babbled away to me. Greek gods? Godly parents? Demi-gods? Camp Half-Blood? Man, I want what this guy is on.

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spiros im on my phone do you have a history or personallity or am i blind

kitcantspell wrote: "spiros im on my phone do you have a history or personallity or am i blind"

i have both goofy they're in seperate spoilers

OHHH I SEE approved!

"Gulab Jamuns before monsters."



°•— GENERAL —•°



Name: Kavya Kapoor

Age: 15

Gender at Birth: Female

Current Gender: Unchanged; Female

Date of Birth: 24th July, 2010

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Birthstone: Peridot

Birthflower: Sunflower

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual



"If I die today, tell my mother it wasn’t for bad biryani."



°•— APPEARANCE —•°







Skin Color: Bronze

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Hazel

Height: 5'6" (167 cm)

Weight: 52 kg

Distinguishing Marks: Hell no.



"The worst thing in Biryani is lemon. You're like a lemon in Biryani right now."



°•— PERSONALITY —•°



Emotionally Exhausted + Culturally Done

Kavya is a sweetheart, really. But she’s faced her share of misogyny and warms up slowly. The misogyny back in her home is one of the reasons she stays at Camp year-round.



Favorite Color: Pink

Favorite Sport: Cricket

Favorite Season: Summer

Favorite Book: Peer-e-Kamil

Favorite TV Show or Movie: Roohi (Indian Horror-Comedy)

Favorite Hobby: Sparring

Favorite Food: Biryani (Naturally)



Least Favorite Color: None. She finds all of them pretty.

Least Favorite Sport: Baseball

Least Favorite Season: Autumn

Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: Happy New Year

Least Favorite Food: Bitter gourd curry



Type:

Kavya’s physically drawn to people with dark, tousled hair and strong eyebrows—the kind of face that looks carved, not soft. Sharp cheekbones, defined jawlines, maybe a small scar or two that add character. She’s got a thing for deeper skin tones—rich browns, golden undertones, sun-kissed. Broad shoulders? Yes. Long fingers? Double yes. There’s something about a tall frame with quiet strength that catches her eye, but she’s also weak for someone lean and fast over bulky and loud. If they roll their sleeves up or wear silver rings? She’s already staring. Piercings? Optional. Intensity in the eyes? Required.



"Dude, Hermes guys."



°•— BACKSTORY —•°



History:

Kavya grew up in a small city in Punjab, Pakistan. Her family was close-knit in the way that Desi families are—physically near, but emotionally distant. Affection wasn’t expressed, and feelings were rarely discussed. Her mother had Kavya when she was young and unmarried, a fact the extended family never forgave. By the time Kavya turned two, her mother had married a man who wanted sons and made that very clear. Kavya grew up walking the thin line between being present and being overlooked—seen, but never really seen. Her stepfather tolerated her, but never truly accepted her. She learned early how to keep her voice soft, her thoughts hidden, and her questions to herself. Monsters started appearing in her early teens, but she never told anyone. Then the satyr showed up.



"Misogyny runs in the family, I see."



°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°



Human Parent: Hania Kapoor-Khan

Godly Parent: Ares

Siblings: Human – Aditya and Ayesha (sisters); Godly – several, not listed

Pets: N/A



Significant Other: TBD

Crush: TBD

Enemy: TBD

Rival: TBD

Friend(s): TBD

Best Friend: TBD




°•— SKILLS —•°



Patience: ★★★★☆

Charisma: ★★★☆☆

Strength: ★★★★★

Agility: ★★★☆☆

Street Smarts: ★★★★☆

Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆



Power: Physical abilities and martial prowess



°•— OTHER —•°



Face Claim: N/A

Voice Claim: N/A

Languages Learned: Urdu, English, Punjabi






"Mom or Dad? Sorry but Dad."

spiros | feyd-rautha's version wrote: "kitcantspell wrote: "spiros im on my phone do you have a history or personallity or am i blind"

i have both goofy they're in seperate spoilers"

spiros, are you up for a roleplay between my OC Kavya and your Reece? once mine gets approved?

No pressure at all if you’re not interested—I totally understand

“Wanna see if I vomit sunshine?”



°•— GENERAL —•°
Name: Brandon Lopez
Age: 17
Gender at Birth: Male
Current Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Jan 27
Zodiac: Aquarius ♒
Birthstone: Garnet
Birthflower: Carnation
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual

“I can make you bleed while singing like I’m one of the goddamn Muses.”

°•— APPEARANCE —•°





Skin Tone: Warm tan
Hair: Shimmering gold
Eyes: Cobalt blue
Height: 6’2
Distinguishing Marks: Tattoo of the sun on his chest

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“Not only can my bow sing, it can choke you too.”

°•— PERSONALITY —•°
Brandon is sunshine with bite. Charismatic, cocky, and creative.
He flirts like it's a sport and jokes to avoid feelings.

Fav Color: Lavender
Fav Hobby: Archery
Fav Song: Brooklyn Baby – Lana Del Rey
Fav Book: The Romantic Tragedies of a Drama King
Least Fav Hobby: Practicing harp

"Okay, but Aphrodite guys.”

°•— BACKSTORY —•°
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Brandon sat on the porch with his friend Liam, strumming a Harp that Liam had given him. His fingers gently passed along the strings, in a gentle tune.

"I didn't know you knew how to play this," Liam remarked, leaning back on his palms and watching Brandon closely.

"Neither did I. This is my first time," Brandon gave an uncertain smile to Liam as he played. He didn't like that Liam was being so stiff. Brandon knew Liam would think Brandon was lying because the tune Brandon was playing was intricate. But it was true; Brandon hadn't ever played the instrument.

Suddenly, the strums started emitting a glow, golden and bright. Brandon startled, trying to yank his fingers away but they seemed to meld to the strings. Liam stared at in horror as his friend gasped in pain as the harp changed form. Into a bow, nonetheless.

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“I’m like sunshine with issues. And abs.”

°•— RELATIONSHIPS —•°
Earthly Parent: Beverly Lopez
Godly Parent: Apollo
Friends / Lovers / Enemies: TBD
Romance type: Into people who challenge him.

“Karma’s a bitch. I’ll put my Harp to your face next time.”

°•— STATS —•°
Charisma: ★★★★☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★☆☆
Patience: ★★☆☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Street Smarts: ★★★★★
Emotional Repression: ☆☆☆☆☆

°•— POWERS —•°
Disease Transfer
Pain Transfer/Absorption
Nosokinesis
Healing Song/Voice
Nosokinetic Arrows

Face Claim: TBD
Voice Claim: Shawn Mendez
Languages: English, Greek

“Sunshine burns too, babe. Don’t forget that.”

"i will put a bullet in your empty head. to make it less empty of course."

°•- General -•°


Name: Briar Cerys
Age : Yes
Gender at Birth: Female
Current Gender: Unchanged - Female
Date of Birth: 13 of April
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Birthstone: Bloodstone
Pronouns: She - Her
Sexuality: Graysexual - Lesbian - Men'nt

"okay, but what if I skewer them?"

°•- Appearance -•°

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Skin Color: Light tan
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Light brown
Height: 5'9 - 175 inches
Distinguishing Marks: A dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks

"i cry to the moon."

°•- Personality -•°

Personality: Briar has suffered through through the eighteenth century and is wary of men. Although she'll warm up slowly, she never really talks and prefers solitude. She's quiet but observant, noticing things others might dismiss with proves to be handy while hunting. She's intelligent yet sometimes, thick, especially about feelings, often being blunt and hurtful.


Favorite Color: Silver
Favorite Sport: Hunting
Favorite Season: Winter
Favorite Book: Surrounded By Idiots by Thomas Erikson
Favorite Song: Riot by Hollywood Undead
Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Favorite Hobby: Crocheting
Favorite Food: Ravioli


Least Favorite Color: Dirty Orange
Least Favorite Sport: N/A
Least Favorite Season: N/A
Least Favorite Book: N/A
Least Favorite Song: N/A
Least Favorite TV Show or Movie: N/A
Least Favorite Hobby: N/A
Least Favorite Food: N/A

"Dream of me. "

°•- Backstory -•°

(view spoiler)[Briar was a daughter of a Lord in eighteenth century Britain. She was supposed to marry an older man on her Father's orders. She didn't know much about the arrangement, just that she wouldn't - couldn't- marry the man and the only person likely to help her was off to India, her brother Alexander.
On the day of her wedding, she found herself tearing her dress and jumping from her room window, running far, far away. Until she couldn't. Until her feet bled and the moon shone down on her through the trees of the woods.
A low howl made her stiffen. There were no wolves in the woods and she wondered what the thing was.
But what stepped out in the clearing wasn't a wolf at all, it was a lady. Tall, and muscular, her hair was cut short, to her chin. Her eyes gleamed silver in the moonlight. Briar had a feeling the lady wasn't any old lady.
"Briar Cerys," The lady smiled faintly. "You do not know me, do you?" Briar wordlessly shook her head, for she was too disoriented to say anything.
Gently and patiently, the lady explained who she was. The Goddess of the Hunt, Lady Artemis.
"You may join the hunt," Lady Artemis continued as Briar finally noticed a bow and quiver strapped behind Artemis. Once Lady Artemis told the words she had to say, Briar didn't hesitate.
"I pledge myself to the Goddess Artemis. I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt."
"I accept," Artemis smiled, showing her pearly teeth. Briar suspected that the Goddess did not smile much. But it did not matter, Briar was free.
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"i run under the moon. under my lady."


°•- Relationships -•°


Mother: Lady Alexine Charleston [Deceased]
Father: Lord Charleston [Deceased]
Brother(s): Lord Alexander Charleston [Deceased]
Sister(s): N/A
Stepmom: N/A
Stepdad: N/A


Significant Other: N/A
Crush: N/A
Enemy: N/A
Rival: TBD
Friend(s): TBD
Best friend: TBD
Husband/Wife: N/A


"are people just stupid or i'm exceptionally intelligent."


°•- Skills -•°


Patience: ★★★★☆
Charisma: ★☆☆☆☆
Strength: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★★★
Street Smarts: ★★★☆☆
Book Smarts: ★★★★☆


Power: Enhanced Physical Prowess
Zoolingualism
Photokinesis



"cats are nice. they can claw out your eyes if you touch them. much like the hunters."


°•- Other -•°


Face Claim: N/A
Voice Claim: Kristen Bell
Languages Learned: Greek, Tamil, English
Weapon: Antique Pistol. Refined by Artemis, the bullets are endless (although they needed to be reloaded) and made out of Celestial Bronze.


"touch me again and i'll break your arms."

🌊✨Arden Williams✨🌊
Child of Poseidon
He/him
15 years old

Relationships🔥
Mum is called Kailani Williams-Campbell
Their relationship is rocky as when Arden came out as trans aged 12, Kailani deliberately made life hellso Arden ran away. They haven’t talked much.
He has a sibling called Ester who is 7 years old
His step dad is Oliver Campbell, they have never met.
Mum is from Polynesia (Hawaii), step dad is English.
Doesn’t have many friends
Best friend title is up for grabs
Former best friend is Georgia Lucas, a hunter of Artemis

Appearance🥖
Tan skin
Grey eyes
Dark brown hair
Scar on cheek
Freckles
The hair length Nico has cause idk how to describe it
Skinny

Identity🪿
Trans guy
Aroace
Would very much like a qpr (queer platonic relationship)

Personality🪼
Arden is shy and doesn’t put himself out there much, he feels very lonely as a result. He finds it hard to talk about things since his former best friend left to become a hunter of Artemis. His fatal flaw is trust. He puts too much trust into those he loves. He is a huge softie but is sarcastic and absolutely a sass king to everyone else. Every so often, he has an energy burst to end all energy burst and everyone’s scared considering he just materialises there.

Abilities🪸
He can control water
He can do archery and can sword fight to save his life
Also can breathe under water
Can run
Is flexible
Stealth
Sh*t at everything else (excuse my language)

So yeah, that’s Arden!!

@MAL: Please give 3 full scenneces for personality and 5+ for backstory.

Isla: History?

Bianca Solace-Di'Angelo
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BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Bianca Solace-Di'Angelo
Nicknames: Bee
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Demi-god
Ethnicity / Race: Italian-American
Astrology Sign:
Years at camp: 18
Godly powers: Pain resilience//Umbrakinesis//Sensitivity to death//necromancy//Vitakenisis// Photokenisis// Audiokenisis
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FAMILY
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Earthly parents: Will Solace and Nico Di'Angelo

Godly parent: Apollo, Hades, Persephone

Sibling(s): Unknown
Age: N/A
Relationship: N/A
Pet(s): N/A

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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5"3
Weight: Unknown
Frame / Build: Lean, but Strong
Hair length: Long
Hair color: Black
Eye shape: Almond
Eye color: Brown with a hint of yellow.
Complexion: Italian light skin.
Face size (broad, narrow, etc.): narrow
Voice type: normal
Foot size: 9.
Tattoo(s): Symbol of Hades and Apollo.
Scar(s): Scar on her right hand
Other notable accessories: Her father's Stygain Iron Sword.
Any other identifying mark(s): No.
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: a sandwich
Favorite Sport: Catch the flag
Favorite Book: The Outsiders
Favorite Show: Unknown
Favorite Music: Swing music.
Favorite Color: black
Clothing Style / Preferences: Dark with a little bit of sunshine.
Hobbies: Painting//Drawing//Singing
Role Models: Her parents
Likes: Rainy days//Books//Tea
Dislikes: Socializing//People//daytime

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PERSONALITY
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Personality: She's planful and selfless. Of course, she's also optimistic, companionable, and calm, but they're tainted by and mixed with habits of being barbaric as well. Her planning, though, is what she's often admired for. People often count on this and her captivating nature when they're feeling down.



Good Qualities / Trait(s): calm//Optimistic//Companionable
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Hostility//Vindictive//Ignorant
Strengths: Courage//Creativity//Night person
Weaknesses: People//self-procrastination//Stubborness
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: tapping her fingers on the table//Getting tattoos regularly//Daydreams a lot
Phobia / Fears: The darkness.

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HISTORY
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History:
Born from a union of sun-bright joy and shadow-deep contemplation, Bianca, daughter of Will Solace and Nico di Angelo, embodies a harmony rarely seen even among demigods. Her name, a deliberate echo of Nico’s beloved, lost sister, carries both a poignant weight and a bright promise, symbolizing a second chance at peace and a future built on love. She possesses dark hair that seems to absorb and reflect light simultaneously, and eyes that can shift from Will's warm cerulean to Nico's more introspective, storm-cloud grey, mirroring the delicate balance within her. Bianca's abilities are a testament to her unique heritage: she can soothe the spectral whispers of the deceased with a comforting warmth that feels distinctly Apollonian, or guide stray spirits to their rest, not with icy command, but with gentle, shadowy understanding. A touch of her hand might bring solace to a grieving ghost or mend a bone with unusual swiftness, making her a rare bridge between life and death, healing and mystery. Unlike the often-turbulent paths of her fathers, Bianca moves with a quiet, observant grace, deeply empathetic and profoundly aware of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow, light and shadow – a living testament to the idea that even the most disparate elements can combine to create something profoundly new and hopeful.


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i feel like her history is more-so just a descriptive appearance and powers, but otherwise approved

thanks kit