[OOC] [This Roleplay Is Closed] - Camp Half-Blood (Demigod RP)

[Sixsmith]

Marx said
Now this I think Auguste can get behind. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I know something Auguste can get behind.

Le cough.

[Vicier]

The group in Ates game:

1. Syleste


2. Auguste


3. Venice


4. Arianna


5. Connor


6. Faris


7. Kelly


8. Gaspard


9. Jack


10. Caien


11. Erin


12. Thane


13. Raleigh

Dionysus is still at camp along with the other Gods, Goddesses and Demigods who will be running around trying to figure out what's happened, THEN he needs to find a way to stop Ate and get her to bring them all back to the camp >:'D

God, I make things fun... Wait till you all see what I have in store for each of them once their split into smaller groups! Round one, is about to begin!

[Fieryfly]

Oh, I forgot to say. I will be kind of busy doing the weekend. I have a friend from the otherside of the world visiting me so I will kinda be showing him around.

I support Fell. Auguste and Mr. D. Let's make it happen.

[Marx]

Don't tempt me, Fireyfly. I'll make Caien the object of Auguste's desire out of spite.

[Fieryfly]

Oh?~ Luckily I have absolutely no problems with that~

Though Caien might xD

[Sixsmith]

Fieryfly said
Oh?~ Luckily I have absolutely no problems with that~Though Caien might xD

It's okay, Raleigh can show him how to deal with being flirted on by another guy. I mean, it's a lot different than coping with it because that's not really what Raleigh does, in those situations. I mean, I guess it depends on the guy...

I'm going to refrain from getting weird.

But, there's only two ways this can end... either Caien ends up in bed with Auguste, or dead of over intoxication.

I'm almost positive it's pronounced Cain, but I want to know if I can call him Cayenne. Is that okay? Because that's how my brain is trying to pronounce it, even though I'm telling it not to. I'll eventually call him Pepper, and then Pepper Pots, and maybe Tony Stark. I may be ADD... I dunno, if that's how that works though...

[Vicier]

I love you guys, I really do x'DD

[Fieryfly]

To be honest Sixsmith, I pronounce it Cayen too. So Cayenne is close enough. It sounds pretty cute x3

I... am not sure which of those two options to pick though...

[Wintergrey]

brighten up my morning, you guys do. Every time.

[Psychomachy]

-awkwardly walks into thread-
Well hello your group seems lovely. I PMed Vicier and got a go ahead so now i present my character
:D :] :\ :| >>

Name: Gao Huang-Fu
Alias/ Nickname: Smokey
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: 19 - Tyche
Appearance: Gao stands at 5'7" and weighs 145 lbs. He has jet black hair that he keeps cropped short to his head, and dark brown eyes. He's average sized, neither slim nor bulky, but he does have muscle definition. He dresses simply in tee shirts and jeans for the most part.

Reference Picture

Family
Godly Parent: Tyche
Human Parent: Kong Huang-Fu
Legacy: His father's wealth

General Information
Personality:
After a chaotic life of running from, and then fighting, monsters, Gao has developed an outlook close to devil-may-care. He is apathetic, in a way, in that he's learned to stop caring about what happens to him. He doesn't believe in fate, but despite his actions his luck rules the outcome of his encounters. So, Gao looks at life with a carefree attitude. What happens will happen, and he trusts himself to deal with things appropriately. He's calm and personable in demeanor, with a slow temper and good sense of humour. He's very easy going, but that might be because of the large amount of pot he smokes. He's not one to disagree, especially because he cares little about being right or what other people think. He can be blunt at times but tries to keep from being rude about it.
Likes: Smoking pot, sparring and training, guys, fresh fruit
Dislikes: Philosophical reflections (he finds them pretentious), lazy people, people that know nothing about pot and have never smoked but judge him for it anyway, homophobes, overly-confrontational people
Talents: Hung Gar, a type of southern kung-fu, rolling joints, listening
Biography:
Kong Huang-Fu was a poor man from Beijing. His family had very little in his youth. He worked hard in school and at work (which was needed) though he never managed to rise beyond that station. When he was 23, poor and desperate, he traveled to the USA thanks to illegal human trafficking. For three months, Kong toiled under the thumb of his deliverers in a sweatshop in New York. There, he met a woman who at first introduced herself as Tara, and his life changed. His short stint in the sweatshop ended when Kong won the lottery - a whole 459 million dollars. Kong's life turned around that. After going to business school, he invested his money and became a well-known and well-respected stockbroker. He bought a high rise apartment building in the city proper, Glendell Heights. But his best gift was that Tara blessed him with a healthy son.

But after that, she had to leave, and Kong had to face the price of fortune's favor. He came down with a debilitating sickness that left him paralyzed from the waist down and caustically bitter.

Gao was raised in the top of Glendell Heights, overlooking the sprawling city of New York in the building that was his father's greatest investment. He was an inquisitive child, but courteous and respectful, and so was adored by banker and socialite alike that he saw daily in his father's building. Although now an angry man, Kong relished Gao and viewed him as a remnant from a better time. Kong's humble beginnings dictated the way he raised his son and so Gao was never spoiled. Anything Gao wanted, he had to work to get. He would receive no hand out from his father. In school, Gao was a quick study, and eventually skipped several grades and graduated high school by the age of 16. Gao's father also had a strange drive to put Gao through martial arts lessons, and encouraged to the pointing of forcing Gao's physical training. Unbeknowst to Gao at the time, his father was trying to prepare Gao for the life he would have to live.

Throughout his life, Gao had always thought that some curse followed behind him. For most of his life, and still, whether it be a simple misstep or disastrous accident, he has terrible luck. But, on the other end of the spectrum, when he really needs it, his luck comes through against impossible odds: a perfect shot in a monster's eye, or tripping out of the way of a speeding truck while crossing the road are just a few examples. Gao consistently shifts from one end of the karmic scale to the other. For a mortal, this wouldn't be a huge problem, but for Gao it proved to be almost deadly. The older Gao became, the more it seemed as if every monster in the northeast had caught his scent. By the time he was 15, he was being attacked almost every week. The only thing that kept him alive was his wit, quick feet, his preemptive training, and no small amount of luck. He was attacked on the street, at home in his father's building, and even at his public schools (which somehow magically never found out). After he graduated at 16, his father told him the truth about his heritage. That was the first summer he attended camp half blood.
Theme Song: Atmosphere - Puppets (I will hyperlink when i get home)

Weapon Information
Weapon Name: "骨破碎机" Bone Breaker
Weapon Type: Quarterstaff

Weapon Appearance

Attributes: Bone breaker has a single wooden core with leather bound ends. It's strong and well made, and has seen more than a few battles.

Other: As an effect from his ambiguous luck, Gao has a resistance to magic. Sometimes, between a 1/10 or 1/15 chance, magical attacks and effects dissipate around him instead of hurting him. His luck rarely play a part in his dodging or direct fighting skills, however.

[Wintergrey]

Personal Information
Name: Skylar Cain
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Sky(Goes by this most of the time), Storm,
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Cabin: Cabin 1
Appearance (Prefer Picture):

Family
Godly Parent: Zeus
Human Parent: Deceased/Unknown
Legacy: N/A

General Information
Personality: Skylar seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Skylar is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Likes: Cleo
Dislikes: people, hot days, cold days, flowers, arts and crafts, the gods, monsters, Minotaur, music, being forced into a situation, lack of control, feelings, happy people, parents, coffee, clubs, crying
Talents: fighting with a variety of weapons, getting people to dislike her (unfortunate truth), limited flight
Biography:
For a long time Skylar and her little sister Cleo had to survive on their own, out in the big world. Their mother was dead, or missing, or had just abandoned them, whatever way it was irrelevant. She was gone and the two girls had to take care of each other. Cleo was the only thing that made it bearable for Skylar. Cleo wasn't actually Skylar's true sister, more her half-sister, but it didn't matter because the two of them were just so close.

One day Skylar was walking home on her way home from her second job. Due to not having a supportive parent she had to work several jobs in order to make sure they had a place to live in. Otherwise they would be out living on the street and Skylar couldn't bear the thought of seeing her tiny sister's cute face on the sidewalk. It was late at night, but she still stopped in the drugstore for the goldfish. They were Cleo's favorite snack. Already the thought of her glowing face was brightening Skylar's mood, though she was thoroughly exhausted.

Quietly opening the door, so as not to wake her sister, Skylar peeked in. It was late enough that Cleo should have been in- Crash! A small ball of blonde hair and bright colored socks slammed into her belly. Cleo's arms were wrapped around her waist and she looked up into her big sisters face with adoration and happiness. "I was up waiting for you. You took for eeeeeeeever!" Pulling back she grabbed Skylar's arm and pulled her into their small apartment to where they both slept side by side. Pointing Cleo said, "Look I painted a picture for you. It's us, forever, because your the bestest best big sister."

Tiredly smiling Skylar looked down at the cute little face and picked her sister up. "Guess what I got you, nut ball?" Pulling out the goldfish she braced herself. Squealing excitedly Cleo ripped open the bag and poured the tiny snacks into her mouth. Giggling her mouth full of half chewed food she pushed one into Astrid's mouth. They both started giggling until they were lying on the floor laughing. "Nut ball."

With a sudden explosion of splinters and wood the front door of the tiny apartment shot out. It was a strange sensation to go from full joy to complete horror. That was the only thought Skylar could get out before half the door landed on her. Her head slammed into the floor and in a daze she stared with fuzzy eyes as a monster entered. The entire thing was fuzzy from head to toe. It had long sharp horns like a bulls poking out of the top of it's head and when it roared Skylar thought her ears were going to burst.

Unable to push the piece of door off of herself, Skylar was forced to watch in horror and the beast strode towards her little sister. Cleo screamed loudly and tried to push herself away from the approaching monstrosity. It clambered forward towards her with a hunger. Tears streaking down her face Skylar yelled out in attempt to grab the monsters attention, but it was stuck on Cleo. Looking at Skylar with fear in her eyes Cleo cried out, "Skylar-" before the monster was on her. It was her last plea for help.

Endless screams and shrieks later the monster finally left. Skylar's eyes never left her sister the entire time she was being ripped to shreds. Finally managing to wiggle her way out from the door she scrambled over to the bloody body of her sister and cradled her in her arms.Tears dripped down her face and she sobbed head buried in the bright, stained coat of Cloe's. Her sister was dead and it was entirely her fault.

The next days, weeks, months, were all a blur to Skylar. She was so torn up and blaming herself about her sisters death that she was completely ignorant to everything around her. She eventually made her way to Camp Half-Blood, where she finally found out who she was. It was there she also found out who or rather what was the killer of her baby sister. It was the Minotaur. Training herself in this camp so that she would never be in the same situation again, Skylar became surprisingly good at many different aspects of fighting. She would never let go of her anger. She would avenge Cleo if it was the last thing she did.

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v2AC41dglnM

Weapon Information
Weapon Name: vrontí̱ - Thunder
Weapon Type: Hand and half sword
Weapon Appearance:Thunder
Attributes: The sword is constantly charged with electricity. Anyone that touches it would be electrocuted. Only people like Skylar who have a natural resistance to electricity can pick up the sword. Or if they wrap their hands in rubber.

Other
Other: Have fun with Erin.

[Wintergrey]

also minor edit to Jack's appearance, so wanted to update it slightly for a more accurate idea. It's on page 14 for you Vic

[Wintergrey]

So i've been wondering. Would anyone be interested in getting a IRC chat? For example the one that this site has up? I think this is kind of a cool idea, so that only our Rpers specific to this thread could talk? Just a suggestion.

[Sixsmith]

Wintergrey said
So i've been wondering. Would anyone be interested in getting a IRC chat? For example the one that this site has up? I think this is kind of a cool idea, so that only our Rpers specific to this thread could talk? Just a suggestion.

Here you go.

It's a stable Etherpad server that you can also use for collabs. A friend of mine set it up for a few RPs we had running. :)

[Vicier]

I didn't really think that there was any need for something like that to be set up, so I wasn't going to bother with it. I think that the OOC is enough, I mean if someone says something or asks something there is always a reply =/

[Wintergrey]

its fun to talk to each other, and get to know each other better. Plus its a much faster and more reliable method of talking

[Vicier]

Gao Huang-Fu is accepted by the way; thought I put it in here, but I guess I forgot! Sorry! D=

[Vicier]

@Winter, can you please put the actual picture of Jack up for me as I can't access the link on my computer, it wont let me

[Vicier]

bloody double posts, grrrrr

[Wintergrey]

Yes, I will get to it in a few minutes