I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free
Character Summary
Name: Cassian Rudenko Aliases: Cass, Cassi, Ian. Age: 15 Birthday: July 19, 2006 Ethnicity: Greek Birth Place: Florida Godly Parent: Dionysus (Legacy of Eris) Cabin Number: 12 How Many Years At Camp: 0 Gender: Male Occupation At Camp: Languages: Ancient Greek, English
Appearance
Height: 5'5" Weight: 130 lbs Body Type: Average Eye Color: Jade Hair Color: Brunette Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Personal Style: Cassian's personal style tends to change depending on his mood that day. He has the tendency to default to a nice button up shirt, pants, and a few wrist accessories. From there it's a matter of if he wants to be a soft boi and feel cute for the remainder of the day, or if he was to forgo the sweaters and pastels and go for more striking colors that make him feel s3xy and confident. Regardless of his style, he uses it as a weapon just as much as any Cabin goer from the Aphrodite cabin, and will accessorize every outfit by wearing his panflute around his waist, clasped on by a leather cord.
Sexuality: Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Cassian welcomes everyone with a warm smile and soft hug. His soft curly brown hair and fair complexion make him seem like a sweet and innocent young boy. But behind the rosey lips and sweet smile, lies a devilish personality. He loves nothing more than to flirt incessantly and make as many friends as possible, especially those of the woodland variety. He cares nothing for gender, and believes that more is always merrier. But cross his temper or slight him, and you will know nothing but madness and chaos to follow in your wake. Fatal Flaw: Hubris Habits: Tapping his Panflute, Biting his lower lip Hobbies: Gardening, Baking, Animal Watching, Water Coloring Fears:
Disappointing his parents
Wildfires
Manticores
Likes:
Cakes
Sweets
Honey
Music
Flirting
Iced Drinks
Dislikes:
Pollution
Black Coffee
Bigots
Anchovies
Ranch
Skills
Demigod Abilities:
Maddness
Chaos
General Skills:
Flirting
Panflute Playing
Knowledge Nature
Animal Handling
First Aid
People Reading
Combat Skills:
Archery
Short Sword
Inducing and Curing Madness
Inducing and Curing Chaos
Magic Item:
εντροπία Celestial Bronze Panflute: Has depictions carved into the metal that form a scene across the reeds. When played they can create and manipulate vines and root systems to the users will and is capable of aiding in creating madness or chaos with its songs.
What Do They Carry On Them:
εντροπία
Clothing: Light blue slim fit button up dress shirt, white knitted sweater, 6 leather bracelets, light brown pants, and worn in white converse.
Satchel: Contains a first aid kit, Pens, Pencils, Brown 95 lb Paper Notepad, Travel Watercolor Kit, Zune, Headphones.
Tervis
Scented Hand Sanitizer
White Faux Leather Gloves
Short Sword
Possessions In Cabin:
Faux Leather Suitcases: Full of Various Wardrobe Changes.
Dark Wooden Box: Various tea sachets.
Several Metal Containers with Various Loose Leaf Teas.
Electric Kettle.
Cast Iron Tea Set
Wooden Box: Full of Candy
Bow
Quiver: Normal Arrows
History
Biography Cassian's life was anything but normal growing up. At an early age his mother began to teach him the proper way to wield a bow, and how to nock an arrow. She always said that she had to learn at an early age, and how she wished for him to be better than she was, to be more prepared. For what he didn't know. His mother would tell him that his father was up above, watching him, and that every year on his birthday, if they partied hard enough and celebrated enough, his father could join them in spirit and see how much he's grown even if Cassian couldn't see him.
He spent most of his time outside in the garden his mother had planted in their backyard. Making friends with the dryads that took refuge in their trees, the naiads that lived in the lake that sat behind their property. At first Cassian had assumed they were just his imagination, until one day he worked up the courage to speak to one of them and they replied back. It only made him wish to stay out more, to stay with his friends and talk the hours away. He never made many friends outside of the mythical ones, because his mother had decided to homeschool him. His physical education was always some form of obstacle course, or sword and bow training. He was taught about nature, the usefulness of plants, their properties, how to carefully extract honey from a hive, and how to tend to the wounded.
Cassian didn't think much of it, having nothing to compare it too until he finally made a friend within his cul-de-sac. Later on when he had asked them about their Dryads, he was met with a confused look, and Cassian thought it best not to press on. His mother later told him that only special boys and girls could see and hear the spirits of the world, and that he would know more when he turned thirteen.
Unfortunately for Cassian, his friend had let it slip to some neighborhood kids that Cassian believed in mythology. So a group of kids decided to call him out to "play". They all had entered a wooded area nearby and off everyone's property. They told Cassian that if the spirits of Nature did exist, they would have no problem defending him then. The kids encircled him, cracking knuckles and grabbing branches as weapons. But before any could lay a hand on him, Cassian's eyes flared purple and a handful of children became mad. They clucked like chickens, others ran in circles flapping their hands as if they could fly, some just babbled incoherently. A few children remained unscathed, looking at Cassian like hebwas a freak. One went to hit him to try and make it stop but a Dryad had stepped up and knocked him out. To everyone else it just seemed as if he clumsily ran into a branch on the tree, but Cassian knew better.
When Cassian turned thirteen they threw the biggest party of all. A celebration to mark his start of being a young adult, to mark the day he could know more about his family, those special boys and girls, and of course to show his father how much he'd grown. What he hadn't expected was to get a gift from his father that day. There was no name attached to it, but his mother assured him it was meant for him when he turned 13. She explained why he couldn't make an appearance all those years before, how the ancient laws forbade it. Cassian found out about Camp Half-Blood, and his mother asked for Cassian to stay with her for two more years.
How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Cassian has only been at Camp Half-Blood for 7 months. Having joined on his fifteenth birthday as a farewell to his mother and a reunion with his father. In those months he has spent much of his time helping in the strawberry fields, wandering the forests to befriend the spirits of nature, swimming in the lake and chatting up the naiads, and helping the satyrs in any way he can. 7 months in which he could learn to hone his mother's powers as well as Dionysus'. Cassian learned that day that he was a legacy, a child of Dionysus and the son to a daughter of Eris, giving him sway over chaos and madness. She had protected him this long, now she wanted to show him how to do it himself.
Additional Information
Theme Song:
Extra Information:Post Greek- Hades. 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.
@Trainerblue192 Looks good for the most part, however the last bit he can't be claimed until he is actually at CHB, so that would need to be edited a bit. And just remove any instructional bits on the CS, there's also a large [ above the skills section and a weird space between Birthday Ethnicity.
Name: Michel Jacques Braun III Aliases: Sausage Boy, Wheels Age: 15 Birthday: June 6 Ethnicity: Latino Birth Place: Phoenix, Arizona Godly Parent: Hephaestus Cabin Number: 9, summer camper How Many Years At Camp: 1 Gender: Transmasc Occupation At Camp: Forger Languages: Ancient Greek, English, Spanish
Appearance
Height: 4'7" in wheelchair, 5'11" when propped up against wall Weight: 130 lbs Body Type: Slim, slightly buff Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Red with purple dyed streaks Skin Tone: Pasty white Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A Personal Style: Michel sticks with useful and practical, wearing a camo jacket with tons of pockets and wearing an undershit under it, leaving the jacket's zip open. He also wears a pair of light up Skechers, because, in his words, "I need to light up the way somehow". Additionally, he just drapes a blanket over his legs in the wheelchair, occasionally affixing a plate to it to use it as a table. Most of the time, he doesn't bother doing his hair, which he rarely cuts, but occasionally does a small poneytail or trims it a bit
Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Michel can be best described as a minor megalomaniac, what with him always being cocky with whatever he makes, with utmost confidence in his creations, even if they fail, but also having wild dreams, such as the common "take over the world" thing, as well as minor things, like making a flying pig that shoots lazers. You know, just because. He is incredibly charismatic, able to will weak-minded people over to his side by just twisting his words a little, but still haughty enough that somebody could be able to discern his true nature. Mock his creations? He isn't below mocking you on a personal level just to feel like he got that last word in. Mock how his wheelchair has five rockets and not six, he'll gladly dress you down for having your hair messy. But he is compassionate to some level, especially those who are disabled in any way. Fatal Flaw: Pride Habits: Drinking milk almost every waking hour, excercising only his arms every day Hobbies: Driving is wheelchair over the toes of others, making traps meant for mice Fears:
Loss of mobility in his upper body
Rejection of his identity as a male
Being forced to leave his wheelchair
Likes:
Milk
Dogs
Small animals
Any food with an "-o" at the end of it
Basketball
Sports
Dislikes:
Alcohol
Monotone noises that get louder the longer they go on
Objects that shouldn't move but move
Roombas
Frisbees
Bulldogs
Skills
Demigod Abilities: (It must fit with what your god or goddess parent is.)
Trap Detection
Machine Aptitude
General Skills:
Forging
Arts and Craft
Writing skills
Combat Skills:
Archery
Magic Item:
None
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing - Spare shirt, rags, spare pairs of shoes
Purse/Wallet - Several handkerchiefs, some American Dollars, ten or so pens, spare string, old newspaper cuttings
An old Gameboy that doesn't work anymore
Some pencils
Paper
Possessions In Cabin:
A folded up, spare wheelchair
Spare coal that just lies around
Clothes strewn on his bed
History
Biography Born to a disabled father and a autistic mother, Michel grew up in a very disabled friendly enviornment, complete with any and all facilities to aid his father in his day-to-day activities. Both his father and his mother worked in their forge making decorational swords, making him naturally predisposed to being interested in forge work, though he focused more on the decorational part. When his mother finally confessed to his father about Michel's true parentage, that he wasn't his son, he just smiled and said that it didn't matter, that he was still his son, though Michel resented his mother for cheating on him in the first place. Nevertheless, he loved his parents as a child should.
Being homeschooled till Junior High, Michel needed a lot of work to be more social, which he took to with enthusiasm. Soon he would be known around the school as the kid in the wheelchair who would kick your ass or be an asshole to you for no reason. This got him the nickname "Wheels" due to him cackling as he rolled around in his wheelchair. Even so, he was never bullied, because the kids were actually decent human beings. He rose to the top of his Engineering and Design class for his innovative, if mildly dangerous, designs. His friend circle extended beyond the loners and the nerds, to even the jocks. Needless to say, he was the popular kid who was kind of an asshole, but was nice enough if you weren't one to him. Hypocritical, yes, but that was just how he worked
When he turned 13, his father was in an accident while working in the forge, when one of the forges he was working on flared in temperature suddenly. When this happened, a grieving Michel took a long, long break from school, which they were sympathetic enough to provide. When he came back after a month of no showing, he seemed the same, but took offense if any of his friends mocked those with disabilities. Earlier he would've just snapped at them to shut their trap, but now he would resort to fistfights and violence. Within two weeks his friend circle diminished to a handful of people, as his classmates learned not to mention anything negative about disabled people. One thankful thing that was a result of this was that he and his mother grew even closer, even after she married another man, a recurring client who was a divorced English teacher in another school. While he took a while to warm up to his new stepfather, he eventually did, seeing how he made his mother happy.
How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: When he turned 14, a Satyr came to his home, telling him about how he was a demigod and that he needed to get to Camp to be safe. After the four of them sat down and discussed the situation, his parents agreed that it might be best for him, despite him not being in any danger up till now. He went to camp with the satyr, stayed for some time, and then decided to be a summer Camper.
Extra Information: Favorite god is Hades because he sleeps around the least, and at least tries to be faithful
Michel yawned, blinking as he opened his eyes to his dark room, as the alarm clock buzzed on the table beside him, Grunting, he sat up in bed, grumbling about how it was too early. But he couldn't do anything about it. Mom set the alarm every night and he hadn't been able to unlock the lock she put on its back yet. He looked at the time - 6 A.M. - then dragged himself to the edge of the bed. Letting his limp legs dangle from the edge, he reached for his wheelchair, tucked away in the corner. Good thing he could reach it.
After getting dressed with minimal effort and throwing a blanket over his legs, he wheeled out of the dark room into an even darker hallway, to the lit kitchen, where Mom and Dad cooked breakfast together. He smirked and as he wheeled through the doorway, he said "The great Michel has arrived," in the most ridiculous voice ever. Dad turned his head and laughed, but didn't comment on it, merely wheeling over to his son and giving him a hug. "How's my favorite son doing?"
Michel shrugged. "A lot sleepy. And I still don't understand why I have to be awake at 6 A.M., mom. Its nothing - oh. I start school today, right?"
Amber Braun smiled from the counter. "Finally, he remembers," she mumbled. "I'll be driving you to Felton High. Remember to pick up your new bag from the living room!" she said, before putting the food on a plate, kissing her husband on his forehead, and ambling away to the living room, no doubt to get her keys and get the car ready. Michel sighed, but he supposed he couldn't avoid people outside of his family forever. If not now, then defintiely later on in life when he worked at Dad's forge. Besides, how could anyone resists his charms and fashion sense? The blanket even had puppies on it today! Today would be just fine
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.
@TheDeadKing Got a bit of coding issues so need to fix those up a bit, also skills for the combat either he knows them or not he's been there for a year so he'll most likely have picked those up.
@Seiya Hi there, glad that you are showing interest in the RP, sadly however though we aren't really accepting any new members currently. However there are other PJO related RPs in the works I can tag you if you'd like once I do get them started if you'd like.
@Seiya Hi there, glad that you are showing interest in the RP, sadly however though we aren't really accepting any new members currently. However there are other PJO related RPs in the works I can tag you if you'd like once I do get them started if you'd like.
He pulled out his panflute and began testing out a few notes as Zeke searched for money and Kristin followed suit. They didn't really pan out well, as he struggled to find the right inspiration for something to play.
Character Quote: “Silence speaks louder than words....but actions speak louder than both....”
Character Summary
Name: Seraphina Elsabet Cedergren Aliases: Sera, Elsa [Close Friends Only], Lilla Pärlan [Little Pearl] Gender: Female Birthday: August 27th Age: 15 Ethnicity: Swedish - Canadian Birth Place: Kamloops, Canada Godly Parent: Posiedon Cabin Number: Three | Year Long Camper How Many Years At Camp: Zero Occupation At Camp: Camper Languages: English, Ancient Greek, Swedish
Appearance
Height: 5'3" Weight: 187lbs Body Type: Curvy [Hourglass Figure] Eye Color: Sea Green Hair Color: Raven Black Skin Tone: Ivory Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Earrings [Lobe Only] | Random Scars on Arms & Legs due to Cats | Tends to have Bruises all over her body from Tripping, Bumping into Things, or Plainly Falling Down. Personal Style: Sera made it a goal to dye her Camp Tshirt a sea green color, making half of the Orange shirt fade into that exact color. Along with her shirt she wears a deep pine green zipper hoodie during the fall/winter months, knee length shorts [Spring/Summer], black or burgundy jeggings [Fall/Winter], and sometimes a skirt if she's not doing much combat training. If she ever visits her family she'll go the whole nine yards to be extra girly. Dresses, jewelry, makeup, even heels. Sera has trained herself how to run even in the highest of heels, thanks to her fascination with Catwoman. Her style then is a modern Victorian. She does have some dresses from Sweden but those are only used for celebrations such as birthdays.
Sexuality: Demisexual & Pansexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: Seraphina is a somewhat shy person, tending to stay back from large groups, rather talking to people one-on-one. She’ll put herself last, trying to go out of her way to help people in need, even if it costs her her own life. Anyone that watches her closely will notice bruising and cuts on her body if she shows her skin. Sera is a very clumsy girl, not the best trait for a Demigod to have, but she doesn’t have very good balance and seems to be accident prone. If you stick around Sera she’ll show that she’s actually very talkative and bubbly, not a sheepish girl at all. Sorta like Fluttershy, timid but very sweet. Fatal Flaw: Gullibility | Seraphina tends to trust people to easily, causing her to be manipulated quicker than most. She'll help anybody that seems to be in need, having lost money to those who say they're in need but are faking it. Habits: Chews on ends of Pens & Hoodie Strings. Tends to Daydream. Hobbies: Reading & Swimming Fears:
Claustrophobic
Losing Loved Ones
Bugs
Likes:
Reading Fictional Stories
Anime & Manga
The Batman Universe [Fav Character: Scarecrow]
Sour Candies
Felines
Autumn [Enjoys Carving Pumpkins & Big Sweaters]
Dislikes:
Small Spaces
Summer Weather
Rats
Overly Spicy Foods
Skills
Demigod Abilities:
Hydrokinesis: Being a daughter of Poseidon, Sera has perfect control over a vast majority of water. Usually being able to manipulate waves with ease, sometimes making the liquid solid enough to stand upon. She has limited healing abilities as well whenever she's in contact with water. Causing any of her wounds to heal quickly. Sera tries to keep a bottle of water on her in a satchel like purse just to have an advantage when out battling.
Zoolingualism [Limited]: Sera is able to speak to equestrian animals such as Horses, Zebras, etc. As well as aquatic animals.
General Skills:
Swimming
Horseback Riding
Sewing
Cooking & Baking
Norse & Greek Mythology
Combat Skills:
Throwing Daggers
Sword Fighting [Fencing & Close Combat]
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Magic Item(s):
Månskens pärlor [Moonlight Pearls] | After arriving at Camp Halfblood she gains her Celestial Bronze Throwing Daggers. These three daggers are able to transform into three Rings that she wears on her Right Hand.
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing |Camp T-Shirt, Hoodie, Shorts or Leggings [Depending on Season], Sneakers.
Backpack [Quest Use] | Wallet w/ $25 USD & 10 Drachma Coins, Extra Change of Clothing, Small Blanket, Jellyfish Plush, and Random Assortment of Snacks.
Biography: Seraphina was born on a warm August day to her mother Linnéa. She was raised by her uncle, & grandparents more than her own mother since Linnéa was a popular five star chef. Her uncle Anders homeschooled Sera, he was an ex-teacher and saw that his niece was having a difficult time with reading simple words and that the private school teachers were abandoning their duties because Sera would act up in class. He took his time with the girl in order to make sure she could read and write a grade level above her peers at all times. Trying to prove that she was a smart kid even with her Dyslexia and ADHD. At the age of seven her mother Linnéa had married Mortimer. Sera didn’t really like her new step father, trying to keep to herself and even ignoring her new step sister Henriette. She felt something was very off about them since the duo didn't really go out in the mornings unless it was a cloudy day. Even with her concerns about the two, nobody listened and thought she was just acting out because she didn’t want to get to know her new family members. Seraphina always suggests they’re vampires because of that fact, along with how they dress and the limited amounts of food Mortimer & Henriette eat. The family moved out of Kamloops, Canada when Sera turned ten. Relocating to Las Vegas, Nevada because her mother opened a brand new restaurant in the Downtown Strip. Due to becoming separated from her uncle, Sera’s educational skills & talents started to go downhill since teachers would ignore her attempts to ask for help because she would be disobedient during school. She learned that Anders had moved to New York because of his boyfriend who was part of a Ballet Theater. Upon learning where her uncle had moved to, the girl packed up as much as she could into a backpack, took money from her mothers wallet, and bought a Greyhound Bus Ticket. Successfully running away from home, or so she thinks.
How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood: Seraphina has not yet Arrived
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