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QUINN ALTMAN(view spoiler)[BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Quinn Altman
Nicknames: Quinny, Q.Q
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Sexuality: Homosexual
Species: Half-Blood
Ethnicity / Race: Black / Canadian
Astrology Sign: Pisces
Years at camp: Three
Godly powers: Umbrakinesis, Shadow Possession(He is just now learning this, so he’s far from being good at it.)
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Daran Altman
His father, who is very present in Quinn’s life. He raised Quinn, therefore having a special spot in Quinn’s heart.
Godly parent: Nyx, Primordial Goddess of Night.
Sibling(s): Sammy Altman
Age: 7 years
Relationship: Despite being brothers, Sammy and Quinn don’t get along. Though, it’s most likely due to the massive age difference between the two.
Pet(s): N/A
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5’10 (177.80 cm)
Weight: 156lbs
Frame / Build: A slim ectomorph build, with decently muscular arms and legs.
Hair length: Mid-neck.
Hair color: Dark brown.
Eye shape: Thin almond
Eye color: Dark brown, almost black.
Complexion: Dark brown, very rarely burning.
Voice type: His voice strays on the deeper side, though has an occasional voice crack or two.
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s): A burn mark on his hip from a cooking accident.
Other notable accessories: A silver chain bracelet gifted to him from his father.
Any other identifying mark(s): N/A
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Favorite Food: Korean corn dogs
Favorite Sport: Hockey
Favorite Book: No Longer Human - Osamu Dazai
Favorite Show: My babysitter’s a vampire
Favorite Music: Tyler, The Creator, Childish Gambino, Set it Off, I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
Favorite Color: Dark green
Clothing Style / Preferences: He dresses similar to the grunge style. Lots of graphic tees, band tees, baggy jeans and cargo pants.
Hobbies: Guitar (Electric), photography, hockey, candle making.
Role Models: His dad.
Likes: Nighttime, horror movies, fluffy pancakes, things with multiple meanings.
Dislikes: Daytime, sappy romances, people that are too direct, straighteners.
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PERSONALITY
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Personality: Quinn is a rather quiet boy. He’s often reluctant to talk with other people, afraid he’ll get off on the wrong foot. Due to him waiting for others to approach him, it makes him self-conscious. He’s always wondering if he’s uncomfortable looking, angry looking, sad looking, or even too happy looking. He struggles to control his emotions when somebody shows genuine interest in him, still unsure how to properly communicate with others to create genuine friendships. Though, when his awkward shell is cracked, he gets more relaxed and his emotions become in tune with the other person.
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Faithful, resourceful, analytical.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Fearful, unstable, hesitant.
Strengths: The night, melee fighting, cooking, enhanced eyesight, good at listening, good at analyzing others emotions.
Weaknesses: The day, carbonated drinks, horrible at understanding his own emotions, often selfish, too cautious.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Clicking his tongue when he’s bored, kicking his feet when in tall chairs, meowing back at cats or barking back at dogs.
Phobia / Fears: Eremophobia, Anthropophobia, Agoraphobia, Dishabiliophobia.
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HISTORY
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History:
ACT 1 - Whistler, British Columbina.
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I had always enjoyed playing in the snow, it’s cold texture felt good on my hands. My dad would always bring me in before I froze over, sometimes even forgetting I was in the backyard playing. I didn’t mind though. The house was always warm, and that was just as comforting as the cold. After a long time of playing in the snow, the cold stopped feeling as cold as it usually was. Dad told me it was my body finally becoming accustomed to the temperatures, and I was in awe I could do such a thing. I had a peaceful childhood, nothing bad ever happened. I mean, sure I was a bit of a weird kid at school, but that didn’t ruin my life or anything. I had always wondered why everybody else had a mom, but I didn’t.
ACT 2 - New York City, New York.
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When we moved to New York, I made one of my first friends. I called him Twinkletoes, and he just went along with it. I knew he had an actual name, but Twinkletoes had fit him better. He always walked a little funny, so it seemed like a pretty fitting name to give him. When I turned twelve, that’s when he broke the news to me. I was something called a half-blood, a demi-god. I thought he was messing with me, it was our Halloween sleepover. Why would he tell me this at a Halloween sleepover? When I asked my dad about it, he seemed hesitant, almost scared to discuss it. Yet he confirmed what Twinkletoes had said, I was a half-blood. I didn’t want to be whatever that was, it sounded weird. And I was already weird enough.
ACT 3 - Camp Half-Blood
Twinkletoes died. My dad was driving me to some camp with Twinkletoes, and after a bit we had to walk, or run on foot. They kept telling me to hurry, saying something was behind us. I couldn’t see much though, everything seemed to be shrouded in shadows. Before I knew it, Twinkletoes was limp on the ground, a dark liquid pooling under him. I stumbled, almost stopping before my dad kept pulling me up a hill. I screamed and cried until my throat burned, saying how we had to go back to Twinkletoes. Looking back on it, I would’ve lost more than just Twinkletoes if we had ventured back to save him. He wasn’t able to be saved anyways.
ACT 4 - Nyx, Goddess of Night
I met my mom. Well, not really. But I knew who she was. She did something called claiming me, in the dead of night when it was my fourteenth birthday. After that, she would talk to me through my dreams every now and then. I didn’t enjoy it when she talked to me, it stressed me out. She was always so commanding, much stricter than my dad. I ended up not sleeping for weeks one time just to avoid her nightmares, but they were 10x worse when I had actually fallen asleep. (hide spoiler)]
LUKA MELE(view spoiler)[BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Luka Mele
Nicknames: Luke, Lucky
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Species: Half-Blood
Ethnicity / Race: Hawaiian
Astrology Sign: Scorpio
Years at camp: 7 Years
Godly powers: Disease Transfer, Nosokinesis
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Mohala Mele
Godly parent: Apollo, God of Plague and Disease
Sibling(s): Kaipo’i Mele, Iona’ala Mele
Age: Kaipo’i - 16 / Iona’ala - 14
Relationship: Despite Kaipo’i and Iona’ala not being demi-gods, Luka makes sure they find a way to keep in touch. Even when Luka is on quests, she’s always trying to check in with her family through Iris messages.
Pet(s): N/A
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5’8 ft / 172.72 cm
Weight: 130lbs
Frame / Build: She has a decently muscular build, often working out with a few of the Ares kids.
Hair length: Mid-back, yet she keeps it tied up 99% of the time.
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye shape: Round Almond Eyes
Eye color: Dark Brown
Complexion: Medium brown, easy to tan.
Voice type: I can’t describe it well, think of Catra from She-Ra ( the show ).
Tattoo(s): None yet, but she’s planning on getting some soon.
Scar(s): Her upper lip is torn on the side, and she’s missing a pinky after getting it bit off.
Other notable accessories: N/A
Any other identifying mark(s): A mole on the right underside of her lip.
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Mochiko Chicken
Favorite Sport: Tennis
Favorite Book: Skin of the Sea by Natasha Bowen
Favorite Show: School Spirits
Favorite Music: Enjoys a lot of jazz.
Favorite Color: Light Blue
Clothing Style / Preferences: Will literally wear anything as long as it looks good.
Hobbies: Swimming, tanning, tennis, and dancing.
Role Models: Kamala Harris and her mom
Likes: Summer, spring, candy, glow sticks
Dislikes: Winter, plain chips, boring people, nuts
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PERSONALITY
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Personality: Luka is described as being a bright person by her friends. She has a strong will to survive and prove herself, rarely giving up when it comes to a challenge. She’s a naturally giddy person, always running around and trying to talk to people. Luka does have her moments though, not everything is joy and sunshine when it comes to her. She has a serious side, not afraid to make threats and carry them out. She’ll fight whoever she needs to, and can get easily riled up.
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Honest, forgiving, enthusiastic.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Defensive, reckless, impulsive.
Strengths: Illness, archery, glowing objects, ranged combat, the Sun.
Weaknesses: Melee combat, snakes, the dark.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Snaps to the rhythm of things, even if the rhythm is in her head. Scratches the top of her thumb nails with her middle fingers when bored.
Phobia / Fears: Parasitophobia, Hoplophobia, Misophobia
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HISTORY
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ACT 1 - Punaluʻu Black Sand Beach
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“You are blessed, my love. Believe me,” My mother’s old eyes stared into mine as she stood next to me on the beach. I furrowed my brows, looking out at the waves lapping against the black sands.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel like a curse more than anything,” I mutter, squatting down in front of the water.
My mom sits next to me with a pained grunt, scooting to get closer. She wraps an arm around my shoulder, resting her feet out in the water. I looked at her from the corner of my eye, my lips in a pout. I didn’t need her to console me, I already felt bad enough.
“Your curse is a blessing. Don’t mistake it for something bad, you might save lives with it some day,” She ruffles my hair, leaning over and kissing my forehead.
I don’t respond, pulling my knees to my chest and ducking my face down. It sure didn’t feel like a blessing. Every time I started feeling sick, the people around me would seem to take the sickness away, becoming sick themselves. I’ve never really experienced being sick, everybody else took that feeling away from me. I couldn’t even get the common cold. Sure, I was thankful for that, but I’m tired of other people having to deal with the illness I should suffer through.
“Hey, look at me. Get out of that head of yours,” My mom reaches over, moving my head so I can look her in the eyes.
She smiles, her face wrinkling as she looks into my eyes, “You have the same look in your eyes that your father had.”
I’m surprised she would bring him up, she rarely did. Whenever she attempted to, she would start bawling her eyes out. I had a step-father, but if she meant him, he would’ve called him by his name. No, she was talking about my actual father. I wanted to know more about him, but I was scared she would start crying. Turns out, I didn’t even have to ask. She just started talking.
“I remember when I met him… He was like the sun, he drew me in with his warmth. You look nothing like him, you take after your mama,” She pinches my cheek, her smile starting to fade. “His hair was a golden color, like the sun at its peak during the day. He was a free-spirit, like you are.”
A pause, she was gathering what to say next.
“Apollo. That’s what he wanted me to call him,”
“Like– the Greek god? Talk about ego,” I add, rolling my eyes.
“Ego? Honey, there’s a difference between truth and ego.”
ACT 2 - Long Island, New York
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“You’re lucky to have gotten here safely!” Wrep exclaimed, helping me out of the car.
I squinted, trying to make sure I was staring at the right thing. Was this really the place? It was just a hill. What was so important about some stupid hill? I look at Wrep, my… satyr companion, and raise a suspicious eyebrow.
“It’s a hill,” I point out, my mom peeking her head out of the driver’s window.
“Oh, just listen to Wrap!”
“It’s Wrep.”
“Wrep, listen to Wrep. I’m gonna miss you so much baby, contact me whenever you can,” My mom reaches out of the window, pulling me down to press kisses to my cheeks.
I smile, hugging her through the window. I pat her back, feeling her starting to shake with tears. I’ve never been away from my mom, and now I was about to be away from her for… a very long time. She slowly lets go of me, allowing me to turn to the hill.
After exchanging a couple more goodbyes, she drove off to catch her flight at the airport. I look over at Wrep, adjusting the strap of my backpack.
“Well? Lead the way, goat boy,”
“I’m not a goat, I’m a satyr! You ought to learn the difference,”
“Whatever you say.” (hide spoiler)]
ALPO LATVALA(view spoiler)[BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Alpo Latvala
Nicknames: Alps, Allie
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Demi-God
Ethnicity / Race: Finnish / White
Astrology Sign: December 4th
Years at camp: 3 years
Godly powers: Accelerated Probability, Wings Manifestation, Victory Manipulation.
PASSIVE POWERS: Enhanced Physical Prowess
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Ari Latvala
Godly parent: Nike, Goddess of Victory.
Sibling(s): N/A
Pet(s): Pia - A Siberian Husky
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PHYSICAL FEATURES:
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Height: 5’9ft/175.26cm
Weight: 150 lbs/68.04 kg
Frame / Build: A slim build that makes it easy for him to maneuver.
Hair length: Short, nape length.
Hair color: Honey Blonde
Eye shape: Almond eyes
Eye color: A deep green
Complexion: A medium-fair. Making it difficult for him to tan, but not impossible.
Voice type: Thanatos from Hades
Tattoo(s): N/A
Scar(s): N/A
Other notable accessories: Golden, winged earrings.
Any other identifying mark(s): Freckles scattered randomly around his face.
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Cinnamon Rolls
Favorite Sport: Hockey
Favorite Book: League of Liars
Favorite Show: My Babysitter’s a Vampire
Favorite Music: Theater, Musical-esque stuff
Favorite Color: Blue
Clothing Style / Preferences: Many people would call him a maximalist, if that helps.
Hobbies: Hockey, skiing, entering competitions, gardening.
Role Models: His Mother
Likes: Winning, coca-cola, training.
Dislikes: Losing, babies, chocolate cake, Nike (the brand).
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PERSONALITY
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Personality: Alpo is quick-witted, he’s always been that way. His brain runs quickly, thinking of strategies to win on the dot. During capture the flag, you would want him on your team. He’s protective of his loved ones, swearing that no harm would ever reach them. Alpo’s resilience is strong, making it nearly impossible for him to give up in a time of peril. He won’t hesitate to do what he has to in order to win. Yet, he wishes that people would see him beyond just his wits and protectiveness. He’s a bright boy, a boy that’s tired of being used. He holds people close too quickly, making them quick to dispose of him. This has caused him to become brash and prickly, rarely allowing himself to give other people a chance anymore.
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Loyal, protective, intelligent, resilient.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Impulsive, prickly, reckless, arrogant.
Strengths: Quick battles, energy drinks, good competitors.
Weaknesses: Distractions, slow-paced things, lazy partners.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Parkour fingers, mocking mouth-hand when somebody talks too much.
Phobia / Fears: Atychiphobia, Athazagoraphobia, Rhabdophobia, Thanatophobia.
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HISTORY
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History:
TW! THIS CONTAINS MENTIONS OF GUN VIOLENCE, ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING, AND HINTED DEATH. SKIP TO ACT 2 TO AVOID SUCH SUBJECTS IF THIS BOTHERS YOU!
ACT 1 - VANTAA, FINLAND
“Take a step closer, and I’ll shoot.” My voice is colder than usual, the gun trembling in my hand. I had managed to snag the gun off the man, but who’s to say if I shot, I would make it? I was only twelve. I was walking home from school, since it wasn’t necessarily a long walk, and this man had decided to corner me in one of the alleyways. I could hear a scoff leave his lips, and I was quickly pulled back to reality. My eyes dart to look up at the man, my eyes wide with fear. Why hide it?
“Do you even know how to work that thing? C’mon, I wasn’t gon’ hurt you or anything.” He takes a step forward, holding his hand out for the gun. I furrow my brows. Did this guy really think I was just going to give him his gun back? If anything, I was going to slide between his legs and run off to the police with it. How’d he even get a hold of one of these things without a permit? Probably bought it off of somebody. Talk about sick freaks.
I cock the gun, my trembling stopping as I rain the gun to his head. “Just cock it and pull the trigger. It’s not like I’m stupid, everybody has watched movies with guns by my age.”
“You’re smart for a kid, now hand over the gun before things get messy,” As if on cue, I hear footsteps behind me. I whip my head back, seeing one man blocking the exit to the other end of the alleyway. Did he seriously need backup for a twelve year old?
Next thing I knew, I was pulling the trigger and running. I didn’t check if I missed, the second the gunshot and the guy in front of me stumbled enough for me to run, I ran. All I could do was run, it’s the only thing that's keeping me alive. I was still holding the gun, since I wasn’t sure how many bullets it had. What if I dropped it, they picked it up, and shot me while I was running? I’m not taking that chance. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, my heart pounding my chest, my head screaming. What if I just killed a man? What if he died?
Before I could reach my house, I’m to the side by someone’s hand. I was right next to my house, I couldn’t get killed right here. I quickly lift the gun to who pulled me, but they just take it from my hands and toss it to the side. I met their eyes, a little surprised to see a woman. She had brown hair styled it one of those braid bun things. Braided chignon, I think? We stare in silence for a second, not saying a word to one another. She slowly crouches down to get on level with me, reaching out and ruffling my hair.
“Breathe, my boy.”
Will come back and finish writing history on a later date. (hide spoiler)]
REECE O'KELLEHER(view spoiler)[
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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!
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.
(view spoiler)[[ BASIC INFORMATION:
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Name: Maxime Delon
Nicknames: Maxy, Max, Maximus
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Demi-god
Ethnicity / Race: White / French
Astrology Sign: Virgo
Years at camp: Five Years
Godly powers: Chlorokinesis, Wine-Talk
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FAMILY
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Earthly parent: Carla Delon ( DECEASED )
Carla passed away from cancer when Maxime was eight.
Godly parent: Dionysus, god of wine and pleasure.
Since this was the camp counselor, they were able to communicate more than most of the other demi-gods at camp. Though their relationship was rocky, Maxime tried his hardest to improve it every time they spoke.
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: 6'2 / 187.96 cm
Weight: 185 lbs
Frame / Build: Decently muscular, but not too excessive for somebody his age. He has toned and defined arm muscles.
Hair length: Medium length, mid-nape.
Hair color: Dark brown, often mistaken for black.
Eye shape: Thin almond
Eye color: A pale, piercing blue.
Complexion: Olive skin, tans easily but can also burn pretty quickly without proper protection.
Voice type: Has a sassy accent whenever he speaks, think Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3 for reference!
Tattoo(s): None currently, though he plans on getting some in honor of his father when he turns eighteen.
Scar(s): Used to play in thorny bushes, so he still has some healing scars from where the thorns would dig into his skin. A long stitch along the back of his left calf from when he was getting taken to Camp Half-Blood.
Other notable accessories: An industrial and lobe ear piercing. Located on both ears.
Any other identifying mark(s): N/A
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INTERESTS
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Favorite Food: Crêpes soufflées drizzled with chocolate and covered in strawberries.
Favorite Sport: Figure skating, roller skating, and basketball.
Favorite Book: White Fang
Favorite Show: Brooklyn nine-nine
Favorite Music: Very wide range of music taste, but is usually caught listening to artists like Rihanna, *NSYNC, and Tyler, the Creator.
Favorite Color: Dark Raspberry
Clothing Style / Preferences: Is down to wear whatever as long as it’s relatively comfortable. Usually seen wearing baggy jeans and a graphic t-shirt when he’s not at camp.
Hobbies: Figure skating, Roller skating, origami, etc…
Role Models: He doesn’t have one.
Likes: Sodas, sea breezes, dry cereal, strawberry picking.
Dislikes: Heights, chapped lips, flavorless drinks, traveling.
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PERSONALITY
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Personality: An eccentric, very energetic boy. He's often unpredictable, but usually his mood stays up, and he's rarely caught being a downer. Many call him the life of the party. Maxime is loyal to the people he loves and cares for, choosing them over himself most of the time. Though he knows his worth, and won’t go back to somebody if they’ve betrayed him. He jokingly flirts with people from time to time, enjoying when he successfully manages to get under their skin. He’s always willing to hear somebody out, using any secrets people tell him against them when needed.
Good Qualities / Trait(s): Energetic, sociable, persuasive, and firm.
Vices / Negative Trait(s): Impulsive, short-tempered, jealous, and stubborn.
Strengths: Ranged combat, persuading others, and cooking/baking.
Weaknesses: Melee combat, sword wielding, being put on the spot.
Habits / Idiosyncrasies / Quirks: Tapping fingers against wood in a random beat, saying ‘ow’ for absolutely no reason, puffing his cheeks out when he’s working on something.
Phobia / Fears: Acrophobia, astraphobia, autophobia, thanatophobia.
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HISTORY
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ACT 1 - Orphanage
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It had initially horrified me when I was put into the orphanage. Though, the longer I stayed the more I got used to it. I’d learnt the workers schedules and routines, and how to sneak more food in after lunch. I only managed to get one real friend, Gio. He always walked a bit weird, but whenever I asked he would just say it was a leg condition. To this day, I don’t understand why he hadn’t just asked for a wheelchair to make it more believable. Regardless, I didn’t remember much from the orphanage. It all felt unreal, gave me a sense of numbness the entire time. The only thing I remember clearly is the thorny bushes that surrounded the perimeters. The workers never trimmed them, so it gave me good spots to hide whenever I managed to wiggle my way outside. Gio would always scold me when I came back, my arms and legs covered in thorns and cuts. I didn’t mind it though, it made me feel like I had somebody that cared for me. Other than that, everything was rather calm. More boring than anything, but that was something I could deal with.
ACT 2 - Discovery
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When Gio explained to me what a half-blood was, and that he was a satyr, I didn’t believe it at first. He certainly helped his case when he revealed instead of feet he had hooves. The more and more he explained though… the more I wanted to hide in a corner and die. I had only been twelve years old, so his talk of monsters and the fact I could get attacked and die any second frightened me. He had instructed us to leave that night, considering the journey from the orphanage to Camp Half-Blood was a good bit away. And without a car or even a bike, it was an even longer journey. We ended up having to sneak out of a window in one of the rooms. Thankfully, we were located on a floor closer to the ground, so we could just jump out and run.
ACT 3 - Camp Half-Blood
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I was covered in blood by the time we had made it past the protective border of Camp Half-Blood. Gio had to hurriedly drag me up the hill, due to the fact we had been attacked and chased by some strange creature called a dracaenae. Monsters that are half snake half woman. They were utterly disgusting, the way they moved. I recall my calf being cut, deeply. Which certainly explained all the blood. I was just thankful that Gio hadn’t gotten hurt, and we managed to make it past the border in time. I wasn’t even able to fight back when it attacked us, I didn’t know how to fight back. I was used to slipping through the cracks, using bribery, and the dracaenae were not too fond of me attempting to bribe them. (hide spoiler)]