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Name: Athanasia Theroux
Aliases: Ash, Athana/Athania, Theroux
Age: 10
Birthday: August 27
Ethnicity: Swedish
Birth Place: Delphi, Greece
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin
How Many Years At Camp: Over a year
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: Ancient Greek, Swedish, English

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Height: 4 foot 5 inches
Weight: 60 pounds
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Pale blonde
Skin Tone: Pale white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
Personal Style: Athanasia, or Ash if one is familiar enough with her, is a lady of quality. She enjoys a good taste in fashion and while perhaps not the favorite person of her mother's husband- her step-father- Ash does live a comfortable life. This is relevant in her taste for dresses of a Lolita sort as she considers the current trend 'too bland' for her cuteness. Wearing reasonable skirts and, only if she must, adorable pants with equally adorable shoes. She has a arrayed a collect of purloined and carefully cared for attire. Something Athanasia is very protective over as getting replacements are not easy. Especially replaces of her many, and very different, hats and her teddybear purse. A gift from her mother.

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Cunning * Vengeful * Passionate * Cruel * Perfectionist * Sharp

Sexuality: Demisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Athanasia can be termed in one word as adorable. She's the 'Little Lady' of the party, the type that can smile and charm. A bright and friendly person, that people feel comfortable telling their problems to despite her age. In part this is due to her persistence to 'help' and in part to the fact she is very honest and considerate. But that is merely a mask of sorts, yet friends will still come to her to cry on her shoulder and speak of their woes. Something they can do safely as Athanasia has never broken her given word. No matter what may come because of that. Breaking her word is akin to a mortal sin in Athanasia's point of her view. It would break all the reputation she's built up and her image of being the perfect little daughter. Mind you, she's ten.

Perhaps because of this she wears a very different face in her more private life away from the public eye. In private she is a vengeful spirit that wields her sharp tongue and wicked humor to great effect against any slight to her or those close to her. It is not something she reveals to many. Her sharp temper and pride are a bold streak across her young mind while her quieter and softer affections are her mask, the true affection is far more genuine. She cares deeply for those who can accept her her and embraces those rare few she lets in so far that they can see the flaws and cracks within Ash's battered heart. For all her smiles and sharp temper (the latter when pushed), Athanasia is a very delicate person at times who does need the quiet affection and companionship of good company of friends to be her cornerstone rather than her being theirs. Though she is often wary of people, fearing rejection. Either due to her tastes, her status, her Father's identity or failing to be perfect.
Habits: She has a habit of pouting when thinking or troubled and pulling her lower lip. She also has a horrible habit of giving elaborated sighs of 'Oh, La!'. Her other favorite saying is a sweet and venomous 'Kiss, kiss' and have it mean someone should go shove a knife up their butt.
Hobbies: She enjoys drawing, listening to music, collecting Lolita, tea time and taking long walks about to random places to sketch the scenery. Though, dancing and fencing come in shortly after that.
Fears:

• Breaking her word or being 'lesser' than what she could be
• Chimera
• Causing a friend's death

Likes:

• Drawing
• Nighttime
• Cats
• 'Discussing' (Her form of verbally sparring)
• Skulls (Not that she will admit this openly)
• Music

Dislikes:

• Monkeys
• People who break their word
• Those who talk down to her
• Early mornings
• Getting dirty
• Her eyes

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Demigod Abilities:

• Necromancy - As the daughter of Hades she can summon the dead, or their remains, to aid her as well speak to them. However, this makes her sensitive to when someone is dying and she often fears that she could inadvertently speed up someone's death when they are on the threshold. So she will often flee from an dying ally rather than help them.
• Umbrakensis - Control over shadows and the ability to travel through them. It is this skill she hones far more regularly than her Necromancy powers. It is on her long walks in private when she works these powers and pushes them to do more and do better. Constantly unsatisfied with her abilities and constantly degrades them and herself privately.

General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Sketching
• Dancing
• Sneaking about
• Charismatic
• Archaeology - Namely the study of bones and human anatomy
• Acrobatics

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Beginner Archery
• Fencing
• Martial Arts
• Dodging

Magic Item: (It can be something like Percy's Riptide, Annabeth's invisibility cap, ect)

• Black Rose - It is described as being lighter than a broadsword, but double edged like one. Made from Stygian Iron The hilt was studded with pale gems and was topped by a green crystal. It can drain away a beings essence- life. Turning the opponent into a corpse Athanasia can use as a support. It's a bit big but she's growing into it. A gift from Hades.
• Chatters the Skull - A chattering,talking skull her powers accidentally brought about. He can't really do anything other than talk and observe the world about him. As well as move his jaw, thus gaining the name Chatter. Quiet often the unwilling participant to many of Athanasia's tea times.

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - A dress generally (Or skirt with a matching blouse), with shorts, a hat, gloves on her person somewhere and generally a few sections of jewelry. Ash can be found wearing either MaryJane and some form of stockings or sandals.
• Stuffed Teddy Bear Back Pace -
• A sketchpad and pencils (with sharpeners)
• 10 dollars US, 100 Swedish krona, and 30 drachma in a skill emblazoned wallet
• A parasol to match her clothing
• Several packages of candy
• A teacup (metal)
• Several Handkerchiefs
• A MP3 player
• Several bags of tea

Possessions In Cabin:
(What Does he or she keep at their assigned cabin, anything from weapons, trophies they have take while on quests, and any other personal possessions they have.)

• A tea set
• A picture of her mother and 'Papa' (Thought its often sitting under the tea set.)
• Her other sets of Clothing
• A fencing sword
• A small practice naginata
• Several books about the human skeleton
• Several notebooks filled with sketchs
• A journal
• A world Atlas with pictures of where her mother has been.
• A small army of health and beauty products
• A large baseball bat

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Biography
It began in Delhi, Greece with the wail of a small child. Born in the archaeology camp there, for her mother was a foolhardy woman who loved her work a bit too much. Ryssa Theroux had always loved ancient history and even written a good few papers on the subject. The only problem was a lack of funding, so she had married into money. A wealthy man who fell for the tall and fair haired Swedish woman. Athanasia did not understand this, nor does she still. Her first memories were of travelling with her mother during the long summer months to the different archaeology camps she would go and examine. Though she never really fit in there, Athanasia had a strong respect for the history the places held and a fascination with the dead. Something that horrified her mother and many others. During the school year when her mother turned the lecturing and working from her desk, Athanasia met and entertained the 'Important Guests'. People who were business partners of her parents. It was at five years old Athanasia noticed something odd. Her Papa never smiled or really paid much attention aside when these 'Important Guests' came and never smiled at her aside from then. Knowing better than to lie to her child (for when she once did to replace a lost teddy bear, Athanasia had rejected the bear for a solid two months and had refused to speak to her mother), Ryssa settled for as much of the truth as she could give Athanasia.

Her 'Papa' was not her true father at all, but this strange and unknown 'Father' was far away and very busy. Athanasia had not known what her mother meant fully but that she was trying to explain something without delving too much. Her mother had explained to the small child that this was a secret that she must tell no one. Well! Athanasia was very good at keeping secrets, so she took on this challenge. She also was used to being told no or half of the truth, so the child took to listening at door and sneaking about the house like a ghost. She learned that her 'Papa' was hurt by her being around so she often made herself scarce to the man when she was not needed to entertain 'Important Guests' and let them comment about how darling and charming she was. Things that only resolved that little girl notion if she was perfect then she would not hurt him so much! When she heard him complain she was too perfect, that little vengeful nature shaped a grudge as she had been doing it for him and held it close. If being perfect bugged him, well then she would be all she could be and as perfect as she could be! He was the one who was never satisfied. Her mother insisted that Athanasia learn how to fight and tumble. The former she hated but was diligent on, learning karate and in her later years fencing when she commented to her mother how graceful they were. For the young half-blood already was dancing in a effort to be 'perfect' and 'charming'. The latter she learned with delight for tumbling about felt like she was flying and it was relaxing to the young-er Athanasia.

When she was seven, Athanasia had traveled with her mother to the city of New Orleans, and gotten horribly lost in the massive Saint Louis Cemetery to her mother's horror when Ryssa turned to find her child no longer there. She was found hours later near midnight sitting in one of the oldest sections. Athanasia said that her friends were playing so she had gone to listen to them. Which was written off as childish foolishness. Her mother knew the truth however. Taking Athanasia aside during that night in their hotel room, her mother informed the child of her unnamed father, Hades. Oh, Athanasia knew of the Greek Gods. Her mother was a historian after all. But Hades? Her father? Athanasia had taken three months to come to terms with it and by then she was eight. Deciding at the end of the day it didn't really matter as Hades was not here. She planted her feet and set her course to being perfect and the person she had always tried to be. Though she admitted to her mother that she would have to learn a lot more to be all she could be much to the woman's amusement. The words that she did not need to be perfect fell on her spine of iron and slid away. There was a grudge to be had against her father, but Athanasia carefully held it in check. Unsure what to make of Hades even when she met this unknown 'Father'. He gifted her with the Mávro Triantáfyllo, her sword. Something which confused her even further, though she strives for the Lord of the Dead's approval.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Athanasia came to Camp Half-Blood after a particularly bad experience with a monster. Had it not been for the self-defense lessons her mother had insisted that she take, Ash would most likely have been in deeper trouble. Constant horrors stalking her in the middle of the night, which irritated her Papa's temper and weakened her mother's pleas, developed into a full blown run for freedom from some unknown terror that Athanasia has shoved to the back of her mind. Finding the house in utter ruins and a small Athanasia curled up in her mother's small study gripping the old skull her mother had been studying with a strange boy in their house. It was one thing for a girl to have such a horrifying nightmare, but clutching a skull and a house torn to shreds? Athanasia's step father had had enough. The boy turned out to be Ryland Astrapi, the half-blood Son of Zeus and left with her paternal cousin to travel to the camp with a tearful farewell by her mother. It's been a bit over a year since and the fright of that night has only sharpened Athanasia's hatred for the monsters who would kill, harm or hunt her. Though she misses her mother terribly she does understand this is what is best for her. Which is what her mother wants. Her relationship with Ry developed from there into a sibling like relationship, though she does maintain a teeny-tiny bit of hero worship to him which she covers with snippy comments.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information: Egyptian Mythology, Set, Post
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Name: Arthur Stanford
Aliases: Arty
Age: 12
Birthday: September 12th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Belfast, Maine
Godly Parent: Hades
Cabin Number: Hades Cabin, Year Round
How Many Years At Camp: Two Years
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Camper
Languages: English, Ancient Greek

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Height: 5'2"
Weight: 105 Pounds
Body Type: Athletic , though not very muscular.
Eye Color: Emerald Green
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None to speak of.
Personal Style: If there's one word to describe Arthur's style, it would be sleek. Dress shirts and pants for cooler days, and tan shorts with a plain black T-shirt for the warmer ones. He has plain Stygian Iron bracelets on either hand, with a matching belt, all composed of smooth rectangular links binding them together. His hair is always neatly combed to the right side, kept at a length of no longer than an inch and a half.

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Level headed * Petty * Decisive * Arrogant * People Person * Stubborn

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Arthur has an air of superiority about him, often in that he tries to keep his cool no matter what's in front of him. Even with those who he particularly dislikes, he keeps a pleasant tone, and cordial attitude, making him hard to get a read on him sometimes. With those he does like however, he'll often go out of his way to fix any problems they might have. If somebody's picking on them, he'll do what he can to make sure they stop, for example. Arthur sees social interactions with most people as a kind of transaction, and if he can't get anything useful out of that transaction, he doesn't participate in it. In short, he's very focused on self advancement.

As a son of Hades, Arthur has been blessed with the ability to talk to spirits from beyond. While many might think this to be a fun and exciting power, Arthur finds the vast majority of ghosts to be annoying at best, and prefers not to engage with them when they try to communicate with him. Though he does maintain a similarly friendly attitude when he does talk to them, and is much more likely to engage with them if he wants something. If they do legitimately need some kind of help, he's not the kind to ignore them, but he might drag his feet in getting them what they need.

Fatal Flaw: Holding Grudges
Habits: Picking his nails, chewing gum, cracking his knuckles.
Hobbies: Throwing darts, sculpting, reading.
Fears:

• Ruining the friendship's he has.
• Death
• Saying the wrong thing.

Likes:

• Honing his talents
• Learning about individuals
• Capture the flag
• Birds
• Manners
• Fighting

Dislikes:

• Wasting time
• Rudeness
• Ghosts
• Milk
• Hot days
• Vegetables

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Demigod Abilities:

• Necromancy: Arthur can raise the dead, and bend them to his will, making things like skeletal soldiers to fight by his side. Additionally, he can communicate with ghosts, to the point that they don't really leave him alone, which is why he defaults to ignoring them. Lastly, due to his attunement with the dead, he gets a sense when people are soon to cross over from the realm of the living, to that of the dead.
• Ferrokinesis: Arthur can pull and detect precious metals from the ground itself, along with having the ability to telekinetically control them, and, given proper time, shape and weld them how he likes, without the need of heat. Precious metals he does extract from the ground however, should not be held onto for long, as those who have them are bound to have misfortune come their way.

General Skills:

• Diplomacy
• Empathy
• Persuasion
• Intimidation
• Sculpting
• Piano

Combat Skills:

• Thrown Weapons
• Shields
• Swordplay
• Proficient with spiked Gauntlets

Magic Item:

• Dark Clay: This is a special block of Stygian Iron, about the size of his head, that's more easily pliable to a child of Hades' Ferrokinetic abilities. This block is, in fact, the Stygian Iron clothing accessories Arthur wears. In his hands, it's as easy to mold as wet clay, and can be quickly fashioned into different weapons he might need, or feel like using.
• Hellfire Oil: This is a self replenishing container of oil he can coat his weapons in, which when provided with a heat source can cause black fire to ignite on the weapon.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing -
• Purse/Wallet -
• Bubblegum
• Pen
• Notebook
• Dark Clay (In the form of his bracelets and belt)
• Hellfire Oil
• Lighter

Possessions In Cabin:

• Collection of books, mostly on Greek myths.
• Suit
• Paper
• Clothes for cold weather

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Biography Extravagant Wealth, hired help, and high society were all integral parts of Arthur's upbringing. Being the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the extraction and sale of precious gems of all kinds, money was never anything to be worried about in his family. His younger years were mostly spent learning proper etiquette, and generally grooming him for success. He had two older sisters, who he was always at odds with, them seeing his existence as a threat to their own inheritance of the family business, even as much as they loved him. This was a constant source of underlying tension in his family, and he always coped with this by focusing on keeping up his own appearances, and trying to act as if it weren't there. As it turned out in fact, Arthur's mother choose to have him not only out of the attraction she had for Hades, but because she knew it would do wonders for her husband's business to have their heir be the son of the literal god of wealth. In the end, Arthur's birth was nothing more than a smart business move.

Due to this, Arthur was made away of his godly patronage at a young age. When he turned nine, he was sat down by his two parents, and the circumstances around his birth were explained to him, albeit in much nicer terms. They explained that his godly father was in fact, the king of the underworld. They weren't sure entirely of what it meant, but the assured him the fundamentally it meant that he was special, and that this was to be their secret. It was soon after that, that ghosts would start talking to him. At first, he was terrified, literally beings from the other side contacting him, and they weren't always nice. He quickly learned that the best way to keep these creatures from bothering him was to pay them no mind, and he eventually got used to them.

From that point on, his relationship with his sisters deteriorated. He found it hard to be around them, knowing he had a secret he needed to keep from them. He grew withdrawn from them, and didn't know how to keep things healthy between them. He tried to keep everything together, but ultimately, he wasn't the type to be good at keeping secrets from those he loved, and had to explain it to them. This did not make anything better. They began to resent the entire family, for lying to them, and for began to see Arthur as somebody who wasn't even a member of their family. Relations between them fractured, and when Arthur did end up leaving for Camp Halfblood, he decided to stay year round, and keep himself out of the drama that he'd seen himself as being the reason for.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: One night, Arthur found himself awoken by a ghost. One who wasn't trying to scare him, but the spirit of a young demigod, not much older than himself, who told him of the existence of the camp, and that the longer he stayed here, the more he was risking being attacked. Feeling as if the home he'd grown up in somehow wasn't his anymore, and fearing the danger the Demigod warned of, he headed her warning, he left that night. This turned out to be a very stupid idea. He followed the spirits directions and instructions, relying on her for the wisdom of how to survive. However, a prepubescent son of Hades is not the most equip person in the world for navigating the country side. On this journey, he struggled constantly, coming to the point of near starvation more than once, and having to avoid traveling by day, knowing his parents would undoubtedly be having people look for him. Luckily, he did make it to Camp HalfBlood alive, if barely.

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Theme Song: Megalovania

Extra Information: My favorite Pantheon is probably The Outer Gods, with good old Nyarlathotep being my favorite. And here's a post I've done.
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Name: Amalia Elena Reyes
Aliases: Lia, Ali
Age: 16
Birthday: November 28, 2003
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Great Falls, Montana
Godly Parent: Nemesis
Cabin Number: Summer Camper, Cabin #16
How Many Years At Camp: 3
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Helping out to Train the younger members
Languages: Ancient Greek, English

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Height: 5 feet, 3 inches
Weight: 117 pounds
Body Type: Slim
Eye Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced twice in each ear.
Personal Style: Lia tends to prefer to dress for comfort, but tries to make it look nice or interesting with everything she wears. Generally a somewhat nice shirt and a pair of jeans to go with it. Generally adding boots of some sort to finish off her outfit and earrings in her ears. She generally doesn't care too much about what she is wearing, but sometimes it does kind of matter.

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Kind * Quick-Tempered * Brave * Vengeful * Laid Back * Stubborn

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Lia is a kind, and caring individual, someone who you'd love to possibly have as your friend. She will stand by those she cares about, and will do whatever it takes to protect them. Problem is, she is not exactly someone you'd want to pick a fight with or want as an enemy. She can be laid back, just rolling with the punches, but she is quick to get angry and has a stubborn streak a mile wide. A vengeful person who will always fight to get back at those who have wronged her, or someone she cares about, she is a force to be reckoned with.

Fatal Flaw: Pride - She generally is a little bit too prideful, this sometimes can cause her to believe that she is the best at something, no matter what it is.
Habits: Twisting her hair, biting her lip
Hobbies: Sword fighting, reading
Fears:

• Heights
• Death
• Being alone

Likes:

• Books
• Animals
• Vigilante justice
• Fighting
• Sports
• Puzzles

Dislikes:

• Sore Losers
• People who get away with a crime
• Bugs
• Bullies
• Liars
• People who are ignorant

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Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)

• Tychokinesis - the ability to manipulate and control luck and probability, generally to create balance or something.
• Enhanced Power and Strength when dealing vengeance

General Skills:

• First Aid
• Persuasion
• Animal Care

Combat Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Archery
• Stamina
• Hand to Hand Combat

Magic Item:

• A pen that she has that can turn into a sword if she needs it

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Long sleeved grayish blue shirt, jeans, black boots.
• Wallet - $50 American money, student ID, Picture of her dad, Picture of her and her friends from school
• Dagger
• Her magic pen sword thing

Possessions In Cabin:

• A few spare swords
• Bow and arrows
• Books
• A few puzzles

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Biography

Lia's life has been relatively simple, her father raised her from a young age, though he wasn't alone. When Lia was about 5 years old, her father got married to a woman who had two sons already who were a few years older than her, her step-mother Lauren, and her new step-brothers Mitchell and Chase, were all fairly nice to her, and accepted her into their family.

She was good at sports growing up, generally playing any sort of sport that she was allowed to, and she tended to practice with her brothers, which added another one to the list, giving her a half-brother name Jonathan who was about 3 years younger than she was. Being the only girl in the house aside from her step-mother was a bit difficult, but she could easily hold her own against Mitchell and Chase, who were 3 and 4 years older than her.

It wasn't until she was around 12 that she started to notice anything weird around her. Stares on occasion from complete strangers, or what she thought was something weird lurking around corners. One day, when she was almost 13 years old, she asked her father about it. He pulled her aside and told her the truth about her mother, and how he had met her. Her father was a cop, one who sometimes took things a bit into his own hands, still did on occasion, when he met her mother Nemesis.

The woman wasn't who he had expected, but he grew to care, and even love the woman. Unlike some people, he didn't actually do something wrong to have her appear, but rather was doing something right, making sure people got justice for crimes committed against them. When Lia was born, Nemesis revealed who she really was, and ended up leaving him alone with Lia.

Amalia was shocked to hear this revelation, but he told her that the rest of her family didn't know, and that she couldn't tell them, which was understandable in her mind. Who would want to find out that someone in your family was a Demigod? He told her about a camp that was for people like her, and she went to Camp Half-Blood the very next summer, generally sticking to being a summer camper only and going back to her family afterwards.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:

Her father had told her that she was a Demigod, and mentioned the camp as a place for people like her to train and learn. She was eager to go, so when the summer rolled around, she went to the camp for the very first time. Since she is a summer camper only though, every summer she leaves at the end and heads back home to Montana. She didn't want to abandon her family entirely, so just spending each summer there was good enough for her, and she came up with things to tell the rest of her family (aside from her father of course) about what she did at camp. She has currently been attending the camp for the past 3 years.

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Theme Song: Nancy Sinatra - These Boots Are Made for Walkin'

Extra Information:

• Norse, Thor
• X-Men: Darkness Rising

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Emily
Aliases: Joseph, but if you dead name Emily she will curse you with madness. Other names include E, and Em.
Age: 17
Birthday: Nov. 25 2003
Ethnicity: Mixed
Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana
Godly Parent: Dionysus
Cabin Number: 12. Year rounder
How Many Years At Camp: 7 years
Gender: (trans) Female
Occupation At Camp: Working with Demeter kids on the plants, running campfire with the Apollo kids, and as the only Dionysis kid head counselor of cabin 12.
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, French

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175lbs
Body Type: Lithe, but well toned from working out since she was ten
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: White, but tanned from being in the sun a lot
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Mulitple ear piercings, nipple piercings, and tattoo of a water color strawberry on her right hip. She has several scars on her wrists from her youth, and a large gash wound on her left side from a monster.
Personal Style: Emily's style is a bit chaotic. Marco helps her shop for non-camp clothes though. She wears jeans or cut off shorts. She keeps her hair short, as much as she would love to wear it long she hates having it touch the back of her neck. She also is worried that in a fight someone would use long hair against her. For shoes she has a pair of older tennies that she wears for working in the yard, or doing training.

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Flirtatious * Petty * Adventurous * Conceited * Dependable * Sneaky

Sexuality: Pan
Relationship Status: Poly with Marco
Personality: Emily is a bright ray of sunshine. She can be friendly and caring for those she has decided are her friends. She is silly and enjoys pranks. But she can fierce and takes after her father in being petty when she is slighted. Emily is of course Dyslexic and has ADHD.
Fatal Flaw: Being petty, seriously if she has a chance to be petty to someone she dislikes/hates she will go for it. It takes serious will power to not. An example is, much like her father, calling people by the wrong name
Habits: Chewing her nails, running her hands through her hair.
Hobbies: Shopping with Marco, making alcohol (and sneaking around to do it)
Fears:

• Being forced to present as male
• Failing in a quest
• Something happening to Marco

Likes:

• Marco
• Parties
• Being dramatic
• Music
• Plants
• Milo (the sugar glider)
• RPing

Dislikes:

• Being misgendered
• Highly Religious people
• Being at a party and her father being weird
• Aphids
• People learning she likes to role play and then making fun of her for it
• Anyone on her mom's side of the family

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Demigod Abilities:

• Madness - cure or cause it
• Chloroikinsis

General Skills:

• A suprising amount of acutal botony
• Science of fermetation
• Greek History
• Street smarts
• Needle felting
• Psychology

Combat Skills:

• Spear
• Longsword

Magic Item:

• Sheild that she wears as a necklace but can activate with a touch and word
• A celstial bronze sword that is part of the necklace too, activated with a touch and word

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Jeans (long pants or cut offs), tank top or orange camp t-shirt with a light jacket over, shoes.
• Purse/Wallet - $100 American cash, 20 gold drachma, a fake ID
• Her sword and shield necklace
• Camp necklace
• Some seeds

Possessions In Cabin:
(What Does he or she keep at their assigned cabin, anything from weapons, trophies they have take while on quests, and any other personal possessions they have.)

• Toiltries
• Clothes
• Acessories
• A horn from the boar that attacked her while she was travling before she met the Satyr
• A laptop (mostly used to Role play and online classes)
• Equipment for making alcohol, buried in her trunk under some clothes
• A stash of snacks and drinks
• Weapon & Armor Maintenance Items
• Her GED certificate and a stack of college applications she is ignoring at the moment.

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Biography
Emily was born Joseph Richardson in New Orleans, Louisiana to Mary Richardson. Mary was a party girl in her youth and had Emily at 18, nine months after a wild Mardi Gras. Mary, however, didn't quite understand who Dionysis was, and now that she had a child she needed support from her parents.

Mary's parents were very religious. They took Mary's wrongdoing out on Emily, and as Emily realized who she really was things got worse.

At eight (almost nine) years old Emily left. Chased by literal and figurative monsters. She was able to manipulate plants to keep herself safe. Emily made significant progress, not even knowing where she was going, but something told her to head to New York. In 2012, a now ten-year-old, Emily met a Satyr in New Jersey and with their help made it the rest of the way to camp.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
At camp, she crossed the border and wasn't claimed immediately. The Satyr led her to the big house where Mr. D looked at her and gave a knowing smile. She was claimed then, a cluster of grapes appearing over her head. After that, he treated her as he did every other camper. She took on tasks of helping the plants grow and started training.

She has done two quests, both minor and useless. Just lip-service to the questing business. She has left camp a few times for other reasons.

She just finished getting her GED and is considering colleges, especially ones known for their psych department. Emily is afraid to leave camp as she hasn't been gone from camp for more than a few days at a time since she was ten. She has a few online college credits though, and probably will continue taking online courses as long as she can.

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Theme Song: The Middle - Jimmy Eat World

Extra Information:
Other RP
Fav Pantheon is Viking and favorite god is Baldur.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Ezekiel Brandon Kel
Aliases: Zeke; Shithead
Age: 15
Birthday: December 12, 2005
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Belfast, Maine
Godly Parent: Apollo
Cabin Number: Cabin Seven; Year Long
How Many Years At Camp: Third year
Gender: Male
Occupation At Camp: Helps out in the Infirmary
Languages: Ancient Greek; English; Spanish

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Height: 5’11”
Weight: 150 lbs
Body Type: Mesomorph
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has a couple of scars along his abdomen but nothing else beyond the general bruising of training. Last summer he got two tattoos. On his left upper arm Apollo’s sun and on his right upper arm the moon, to represent his mother.
Personal Style: Style yet comfort. Zeke can be found most often with a toque or beanie on his head or in his back pocket. In the colder months he will rock a blazer or form fitted jean jacket. On the warmer months he’ll wear a long sleeve with the sleeves pushed up and when he is working out the shirt is usually left behind. Jeans of a dark wash tend to be his go to along with high tops or a simple pair of vans, usual white in colour or orange.
When he is working in the infirmary he tends to wear neutral colours, whites, browns and pale or dark greens. He finds it soothes patients and brings about a different nature within himself.

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Outgoing * Cocky * Passionate * Stubborn * Attentive * Quick Tempered

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: With a winning smile you would think at first glance this blonde haired, blue eyed boy was sweet. And you wouldn’t be entirely wrong but you’d have to take time to find that compassion. Ezekiel has walls in the form of arrogance and a never ending flirtatious knowledge. He doesn’t let up for anyone, teachers included but despite the attitude, he knows when to get a job done.
If you get the chance to see the raw beauty and poet within, you will find a person who knows how to truly laugh. How to feel and understand the inner workings of a life. He is passionate about many things and contains more knowledge than his outer shell shows.
His past is simply that, coming to Camp Half-Blood was the new start he never saw himself getting. There is a viciousness here though, a constant competition that demands being on top.
Fatal Flaw: Overcompensation (don’t laugh) - Feels the need to prove himself due to the weakness he felt when he was younger, before he was claimed by his father at the age of thirteen.
Habits: Drumming his fingers along any surface to a beat in his head; Doodling on paper, small pictures or a word over and over again
Hobbies: Writing poetry; Reviewing medicine/human anatomy; Playing guitar; Training
Fears:

• True Intimacy - easier to lose someone
• Complete darkness
• Extreme Heights

Likes:

• Poetry
• Music
• Training
• The Sun
• Healing
• Water

Dislikes:

• Strawberries
• Pixies
• Flowers
• Mountains
• Cold weather
• TV

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Demigod Abilities:

• Healing - can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though the user may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed
• Light Manipulation - create, shape and manipulate visible light. Bending/focusing light.

General Skills:

• Playing the Guitar
• Writing
• Swimming
• Knowing the time based on the position of the sun/moon
• Persuasive

Combat Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Bow & Arrow - Distance fighting
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Stamina

Magic Item:

• Sonic Arrows - make a screaming noise when they are shot
• Murakumo - lights up golden/yellow when he uses it. Extension of his light manipulation.

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Long-sleeved maroon shirt; light grey Vans; Dark wash, straight leg jeans; silver bracelet with the phases of the moon.
• Purse/Wallet - 80 gold Drachmas
• Notebook for poetry
• Notebook for infirmary/healing notes
• Dark grey backpack
• Set of pens
• Extra shirt

Possessions In Cabin:
(What Does he or she keep at their assigned cabin, anything from weapons, trophies they have take while on quests, and any other personal possessions they have.)

• Picture of his mother
• Bow & Sonic arrows/regular arrows
• Murakumo
• Colder weather clothes Dark Grey blazer; Dark wash jean jacket
• Dark purple sweatpants for training; Camp Half Blood sweater (emerald green)
• Orange & Grey High tops
• Swim trunks
• Acoustic Guitar
• Bass guitar
• Edgar Allen Poe book of poetry
• Pristine copy of The Odyssey by Homer

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Biography
Growing up wasn’t exactly easy for Ezekiel Kel. His mother lives a, alternate lifestyle. She works two jobs beyond caring for Zeke. They lived in a run down part of town, where things of pleasure were limited and entertainment was found within the forest behind their apartment. His mother, Eliza, worked in the only daytime establishment that would hire her. A grocery store that wasn’t exactly to code, on anything. At night she stripped in a club downtown. As Zeke grew, the children found out of his mother’s job. Mostly because on the rare times she did drop him off her hair and make-up was still done to the extreme and their own mothers’ tended to bash her. That was when the bullying started. It was constant and Ezekiel simply took it. There was no other way around it and he seemed to rarely bruise, and when he did they would be gone within hours. This seemed to push the kids to do more to him since there was never a mark on him. Some teachers saw this and sympathized with the boy. They did nothing through the school but they allowed him to miss weeks of classes, only coming in when exams were needed. He remained with high grades despite it all, another reason why he was allowed to leave.
Little did Ezekiel know but his own mother struggled with her own demons. Early in the morning when she would come home to sleep for a couple hours, she would crawl into bed with her son and speak of the man of pure light. His father. She would speak of this light all the time, how it lit up the club she worked in and how he never quit looking at her. Of all the poetry Zeke had ever read, there wasn’t a love story quite like his mothers. It seemed his father had a love for the subject as well because when he left her, he left a book for her and it was that same book that Ezekiel grew up reading. He would read poems to his mother over breakfast and it was only when he turned twelve that he really noticed the reaction it gave her. She would smile, truly smile but then it would fade and she would silently cry and start mumbling to herself. Ezekiel admired his mother. The amount of pain she was in but how she continued to push through in order to give him everything their simple life could allow. He went to school after a particularly rough night for his mother. As soon as he walked onto the school grounds, his bullies surrounded him and began with the intense name calling. As he endured year after year of this, their vocabulary increased and it wasn’t getting better. They laid into him about his mother more specifically today and it only took a few well placed words this time for him to snap. He turned and shoved one of the children. They stopped, staring in disbelief as he had never reacted before. After the older boy stood, they all came at him. Ezekiel exploded, quite literally it seemed as a brilliant light erupted from him and forced them all back. The children ran screaming and when Zeke looked up at the school steps, the principle was standing there and led him to his office. Several minutes of waiting another man walked in with his mother. She ran to his side immediately and was mumbling words that he couldn’t hear past her tears. The new man started talking to him about what had happened and his father. Light. Power. God. Apollo. School. Father. Few words stuck with him but he understood one thing. His life would never be the same now.
A couple months later he turned thirteen and was taken to Camp-Half blood and his mother was taken to a more appropriate location. He receives letters from her so very often and he sends her his own poetry that he was writing more of. The camp knows Ezekiel as the son of Apollo, a arrogant, quick tempered teenager who doesn’t seem to quit moving. Learning about his father didn’t seem to settle him but make him angrier and having no other way to release his frustration he used his own well placed words and excessive physical training to get it out. He never physically beat anyone, as that was not his way but he was now able to fight back if such a thing ever arrose. Every so often he will lose reality. His head will fly into the clouds and when he is brought back he seems to become even more short tempered for a short while. He is constantly looking for change, moving towards something better and fighting for more freedom. However, he isn’t exactly sure what the better is anymore.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Ezekiel and his mother Eliza were escorted from their small town in Maine to Long Island New York. Usually, Zeke took comfort in the forest but here, the forest held monsters all their own that they had to encounter. He left his mother behind in the safety that lied before the tree line. After an emotional goodbye, his escort and him entered the woods and encounter two fierce creatures they had to run from. Instinct seemed to take over and Ezekiel shot light from his hand. He stood in shock, after his guard shook him free of the shock, he did it again and the monsters seemed distracted, splitting up so the guard could take care of the one while Zeke ran for the gate.
He has been in camp ever since, three full years now at the age of fifteen and looking forward to each new day and new task they are presented with.

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Theme Song: Man on a Mission - Oh The Larceny


Extra Information: Greek Mythology; Athena; Darke Magyk
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Name: Alana Sofia Colt
Aliases:Allie, Colt, Scales
Age: 19
Birthday: 29th of December, 2000
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Hartford, Connecticut
Godly Parent: Nemesis
Cabin Number: Cabin Sixteen, Year Long Camper
How Many Years At Camp: 6
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: Help at the Dining Area
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, Latin

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Height: 1.78m
Weight: 71kg
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Has her ears pierced. Has a tattoo of scales on her back right at shoulder level.
Personal Style: She keeps her hair loose and well under her shoulders. For clothing she prefers more sturdy clothing overall such as jeans and leathers. Usually could be seen wearing jeans, leather jacket and some kind of tshirt, tanktop or top corset underneath the leather jacket.

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Affectionate * Detached * Straightforward * Ruthless * Strong Willed * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Alana's a person who goes by her own rhythm. Straightforward and strong willed, she doesn't like to beat around the bush and always tells what's on her mind, often in an very sarcastic manner. Never does she acts in subterfuge, she's as direct as they come. She's also extremely affectionate when it come to physical interaction, but it's just that - Physical interactions. She does tries to get close to people psychologically. Friendship is a rare concept for her and more often than not she's willing to cut off or limit her friendships if she's feeling that they are growing more than what she's comfortable with.

If there's one thing she absolutely hates and fears at the same time, it's love. Not feeling any of it while growing up and then being burned by it, has left her with immense fear and trauma about it. It's not that she's incapable of love, quite the opposite, she just loves too strongly that the very same love is what can hurt her the deepest.
Fatal Flaw: Love. She never felt true love towards anyone or anything, including herself. But should she does, it's going to be an absolute emotion she's going to do anything for. Including self destruction.
Habits: Tends to roll her eyes, sigh and look people in the eyes. The last one she does a lot. Those aside she tends to scratch things with her nails when she's annoyed or waiting for something.
Hobbies:

• Assembling and disassembling weapons
• Weapon maintenance
• Cooking
• Meditating
• Hitting people over the head with hard objects
• Smoking

Fears:

• Love
• Dogs
• Clowns

Likes:

• Weapons
• Cooking
• Fighting
• Lazying
• Training
• Asian Dog Meat Cuisine
• Rain
• Leather clothing

Dislikes:

• Spiders
• Loud music
• Snow
• Alcohol
• Pets
• Harpies
• Her parents

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Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)

• Tychokinesis – The ability to influence the metaphorical wheel of fortune to an extend.
• She can tell someone their destiny as long as she receives adequate payment in return. Keeps this as a secret.

General Skills: (What does he or she know, must fit in within what the character knows)

• Cooking
• Weapon maintenance
• Athletics
• Butchering
• Pickpocketing
• First Aide

Combat Skills: (Must fit what your character knows)

• Spears
• Knives
• Evasion
• Revolvers

Magic Item: (It can be something like Percy's Riptide, Annabeth's invisibility cap, ect)

• Equilibrium – A spear that has libra scales attached to a chain just under it's blade. Its usually hidden as a pendant she wears around her neck.
• The Chaser – A small bronze compass that will always point at the target that performed injustice when you write their name on the bottom. Good for tracking down targets of vengeance.

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing – Baggy jeans, white top corset, tall leather boots and leather jacket.
• Purse/Wallet – 30 US dollars, driver's license
• Scales pendant
• Bronze compass
• Kitchen knife
• MP3 player&earbuds
• Colt 1851 revolver

Possessions In Cabin:
(What Does he or she keep at their assigned cabin, anything from weapons, trophies they have take while on quests, and any other personal possessions they have.)

• A few books
• Training spear
• Collection of kitchen knives
• Spare clothing and swimsuit
• Laptop
• A few tabletop games
• Gun maintenance kit

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Biography Since her earliest memories she never knew her parents. From the very first time she could remember, she's been alone at one of the many orphanages. It was a rather bleak life for her, thrown from institution to institution. As she grew up, she was a child distanced from all around her. She was quiet and detached child, making others stay away from her. Alana also didn't get along with the orphanage workers and then her temporary foster parents.

She escaped from the institutions from the age of 8 and lived on the street since then. Mainly as a pickpocket. While growing up she understood well that she was different form the others. She wasn't normal and that feeling grew ever more as she grew older. Alana at first hated herself, but then started hating her unknown parents. They had abandoned her, left her to fend for herself without nary a guidance. She started working for a gang around the age of 10.

It was at that gang that she first learned how to fire a gun. They taught her a lot of things, mostly bad things. Around this time she fell in love for the first time. It was a new exciting emotion for her. She had never felt like this and it overpowered all her instincts. She felt her love so strongly that she did anything for her loved one, despite feeling it was one sided. There were more than enough signs of it, but in the end the person whom she loved that betrayed her.

One night she overheard them telling the others in the gang that he had killed someone and they needed a scapegoat. She was that scapegoat. He even boasted how she was surely ready and willing to do it for him. After all, he had strung along her feelings from the very start. It was useful to have a obedient tool and what's more naive than a child?

That revelation nearly broke her. That very night, she stole his gun while he slept and pointed it at him. In the end she didn't pull the trigger. She had worse in mind. She, a child armed with a gun, fled into the night, but not before calling the authorities on where the killer was.

After that she just wandered for a bit, but was noticing more and more weird stuff around her. She was almost 13 at this point. One night while sleeping at an abandoned building, she was woken by the sounds of something inhuman. She never saw quite what it was as she fled as fast as her legs allowed her to. She actually fired at it, but from the sounds she got, she had only made it angrier.

At the very end as whatever was chasing her, was about to get her, something... someone appeared and beat the crap out of it. She was stunned as a man or rather part man appeared before her, spinning a crazy tale about her origin. After a while she recognized his appearance as a satyr from stuff she's read on the internet on video games and stuff. With nary an option on what to do, she agreed to go with him to a place called Camp Half-Blood or something like that.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Alana has been at the camp for 6 years now. She was claimed rather fast, but that did not change her impression on her supposed mother. She still disliked her... maybe even hated her. They never spoke to each other and Alana didn't even want to meet.

At the camp she joined the Dining Pavilion and weirdly enough found it much to her liking. Somehow cooking calmed her and she also enjoyed it well enough. Besides she preferred it over something else that could be way bothersome and physically stressing. The only thing she enjoyed more was actually training her skills and taking care of her weapons. Proper maintenance meant trusty weapons. That way at least her weapons would never betray her.

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Theme Song:Grave Digger – Blues Saraceno

Extra Information: Norse, Odin. Soulless
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.