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Second(?) but might as well be last according to ricky bobby /sadge

Imbroglio: a Wedding RP Interest Check

Sure why not?

Edenridge

_{TIMESTAMP — WHAT IF, Morning before Beau’s Party || Before One Eye Sees...The Other Feels}

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“And that was my hot all hell cousin Calliope along with ya girl K-Pop sexpot HAZEL with their latest collab, Break My Back. Absolute banger. We’re gonna take a short break whilst you listen to some ads about car insurance and erectile dysfunction. When we come back we’ll have the newest bop from the Latin Lothario Rico Nunez as well something special, for someone special. I’m Mei Midnight, she’s Harley Head, this is the Midnight Frequency and we’re about to ride the Dawn Patrol.”

Flipping the switch to play the preloaded adverts, Mei Ramsey leaned back in her chair with an exasperated and long groan. “Fuuuuuuuuuck my firm ass with whiskey stained broken glass.” She yawned. The youngest daughter of Will and Shannon was known for burning the candle at both ends, for being unstoppable and undeniable, for partying all day, working all night and somehow in between all that putting in hours at the gym and dojo that would make an Olympian weep. She had done this her entire life, she wondered now if that particular way of life was finally catching up to her. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Turning to face her platinum blonde co-host, who was flicking through the impressive collection of classic vinyls that the girls had stocked over their years of working together, Mei cracked her neck fairly loudly. “How goes the playlist? You’ve been at it for a while.” A small smirk began to cross her black painted lips. “Maybe we should’ve got your android boyfriend involved, his computer brain could’ve gotten that thing done in seconds. Skynet all day baby.” The dark priestess teased her friend as she often did. Mei had no issues with Jade’s choice of boyfriend, Roddy was a nice guy and the two of them had been together since high school but she couldn’t help but make light of his lack of outward emotion. The only time Meiday ever saw the heart of the foundling was when he was with Jade, that boy loved her unconditionally.

Thinking of Roddy made Mei think of her own love life and her beautiful partner Devika. It made her think of her soft, caramel skin, her absolutely insane body, those Damn eyes. Maybe if she played her cards right, Miss Midnight could score herself a massage before she carried on the rest of her busy day.

This particular day and weekend was all about one Antoine Beauregard; teacher, confidant, jolly fat man who lived down the street. Everyone in town and many outside were working tirelessly to create the same atmosphere of love and respect that Beau had created for all of them as he finally chose to hang up his pinstripe suits and retire. Well deserved if you asked Mei. “I hope you’ve got plenty of classic r&b and soul. The big man loves that stuff.”

“Yeah tell me about it,” Jade commented absentmindedly, going through the massive catalog. The time Jade spent in his classroom and the many times she’d go to Rochambeau for coffee and those state-famous beignets that were always the right balance of crunch, fluff, and with the right amount of powdered sugar on top, she’d always hear the greats of Motown playing. He always had that jolly laugh that came deep from his gut, the kind that warmed the soul almost as much as his cooking did.

Beau was someone special. Someone who helped her in her own time of need. When Jade had found out about her cousin JJ, the resulting product of a relationship her uncle had long before she was even an afterthought, how she came to be in their lives. Beau heard her out and offered a perspective she didn’t think to consider. JJ didn’t know and Charlie didn’t know. It wasn’t like the woman Charlie was with some rival gang. She was a Milligan. And after meeting her, she was so nice. Almost too nice for Jade’s liking, but she wasn’t a bad person and neither was Jessie, for that matter.

Beau did that for her. It was a small thing that meant the world to her. And since then, she always went to him for any advice she was needing. Who needed therapy when you could get it just for the price of coffee and a baked good and about ten minutes of time? But he was more than that. He was like a third father in some cases. An uncle who could make it shine anywhere he went. So she needed to do right by this playlist.

“I’m trying not to go mostly Motown. I know you can’t go wrong and thanks to Mr. Beau, I have added the likes of Steve Wonder to my usual rotation, but I know he’s more than that. I think I might throw in some blues too. B.B. King and others like him.” Jade leaned back and stretched, groaning with all the stress she was putting on herself to get this right.

“You got this Blondie.” Mei placed a supportive hand on her friend's shoulder. It was easier for the goth princess to shake off the same look of stress and not so hidden frustration that adorned Jade’s porcelain features. The biker girl, for all her hazards and appearances, wore her heart on her sleeve. When she felt something, you knew she felt it. One only had to watch her when she was with her boyfriend to see the love in her eyes for him, the deep rooted want and desire to be wrapped up in his arms. The pressure she felt currently was the same, so visceral and raw. Mei, on the other hand, lived within the darkness, she kept her cards close to her chest and if anyone tried to take a peek she would choke or knock them out. The only person that got to see behind her black bride veil was Devika and even then, most of the time it was only ever behind closed doors.

Mei jumped up to her feet and raised both her arms into the air as she stretched her petite athletic frame backwards. “I have an idea, how about you send an SOS to your pet robot and tell him to bring us some coffee, vodka and some snacks and we’ll hit the mattresses and go hard on this thing.”

“You and so many call him that. It feels like a meme at this point.” Jade couldn’t help but let a small giggle escaped through her cherry lips, a smile of pearls gleaming in the artificial lights blessed upon them by the LED lights above. Having been with her Roddy since practically high school, who has been by her side through all the good, bad, and ugly things that’s happened in her life, including but not limited to: her uncle and Sam getting together, Jane and her boyfriend Spence getting together, finding out her uncle had a daughter and getting to know her distant Milligan family, and of course, how she came around to forgiving her parents and letting them come into her life more than she would have been open to.

The Biker Princess took it upon herself to stand up, feeling the freeing sensation of her limbs and ligaments creating a symphony of cracking bones. Head to toe, the released all the stress and pressure gathered in them for the past few hours, sending her boyfriend a text.

My Joker, we need some refreshments. Coffee for me, but you know Midnight, she needs the Russian Delight.

From Harley

She sent it and peeped Mei for a brief moment. “Any requests on snacks? And no, my titties aren’t an option.”

“Booooo. You whore.” In some other life, Mei would’ve jumped at the chance to mount Jade like a dog in heat but they were both in beautiful, solid relationships and as wild as the granddaughter of the Dragonhead was, Mei respected the sanctity of love and one only had to look at Jade and Roddy to see that they were madly and deeply in love. She had never seen before, nor since, anyone give the look that the biker girl gave to her boyfriend. “I dunno, maybe like a waffle? Oooh or maybe some hot wings from the Hole? Need something bready to soak up all that vodka.”

Mei had learned long ago that she could never be anything but herself. It was probably why Devi loved her. She did not try to be anything other than what she was, she didn’t shy away from her feelings, her loves and her beliefs. Jade was the same; which was probably why they were kindred spirits screaming out across the airwaves to the unwashed masses. “OH!” Miss Midnight quickly hopped over the pile of records that her partner had amassed and began to flick through a stack of vinyls before suddenly raising her arm triumphantly, her slender fingers gripping a jet black record sleeve. “Found it! Hiding like a choir boy from a priest in the Catholic Church.” The goth priestess span on the heel of her Doc Martins and flashed Jade a yellow album cover. “Nina Simone. Sinnerman, we have to put this on there. The jolly fat man will fucking love it.”

Jade had texted Roddy the updated snack requirements. “Chicken wings and waffles from the Hole. ♥” The Biker Barbie sent to her boyfriend briefly. At the same time, she heard Mei make a sudden commotion that caused her to nearly drop her phone on the floor. It wouldn’t be as big of a deal since she had a case on it that would protect it from the hardwood floor.

“Lucifer fuck me in the ass, Mei! Gotta give a girl a warning when you’re about to--” The turquoise-eyed vixen saw heaven staring at her in the face and her jaw dropped by the sudden realization. “By Beau’s Beard!” Jade exclaimed almost at the same time Mei had announced what she found, almost grinning. She had scoured all places to get as much female representation into the playlist as she could. She tried not to overflood it, but Jade was a true feminist, so she added more than any regular person would. But even then, there was still something missing. Someone missing. “Now talk about a fucking perfect song!”

Jade didn’t hesitate to let the song play almost as soon as Mei handed her the album. She went over to the record player and let the soul of that all-time classic fill her soul. Music was part of her life and blood. Back in high school, she did her fair share runs with bands. Still to this day, Jade kept playing guitar but no longer did she seek the fame and glory of the life of a musician and simply played because it was one of three things in this world that made her feel completely at peace. “It just makes you feel.” Jade was snapping her fingers to it. God what a feeling this song evoked in one’s soul.

“I swear to Hecate herself, if Beau doesn’t love this shit I’ll spin kick his chubs straight to hell itself.” Mei would verbalise but she never could actually do it. She loved Beau just like everyone else. She didn’t have the relationship with him like some of her friends did, especially the Southies like Jade and those who grew up with a hole in their life that they just couldn’t fill. Mei was blessed with a functional family unit, even including her big sister Reagan amongst that number despite their somewhat tempestuous relationship.

She had figured out her authentic self early and didn’t need the guiding hand of their literature teacher to help her but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him. Beau helped to foster and nurture the dj’s love of the macabre, even recommending books that would show the young witch the other side of her beliefs that people just did not see. He even put her in contact with the Goode family, his wife’s kin who also held “distinct” beliefs.

“Shit! Fuck! Drag my dick through broken fucking glass!” Mei jumped over the stacks of records and back over to her sound station as quickly as she could, propping her headphones back clear her eyes she chimed back onto the airwaves with a millisecond to spare following the adverts. “Hey there ghastly ghouls, it’s your demon dream girl Mei Midnight back again with the morning tunes to start your day off right. Along for the ride of your life is the straddle queen herself, just ask her boyfriend, the one and only Harley Head. How about you tell them the traffic news for the day Jade and we can get back to the music?”

Jade loved watching how chaotic Mei could be and she nearly stumbled when she rushed to get back to her station. It brought her back to the first time she ever met the gothic mistress all those years ago. She was a fiery spitfire just like Jade was. Must’ve been why they clicked instantly. Though they were obviously not best friends (because that role was reserved for Decky and Poppy), they were on the same wavelength in so many other ways. Their similar personalities, for one, but also their love for music and all things controversial.

“Looks like all major highways are in the clear - unlike my back after a good night,” the blonde chuckled. Their morning show was always spicy. It’s why they were in the top three of most-listened and streamed shows in the Commonwealth of Boston. “Now back to you, Midnight. Seduce our listeners with the tunes they listen to us for.” Her gaze shifted to Mei and she shot the raven-haired woman a smirk.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Mei leaned over her soundboard and began to mix the next track. She was one of the few DJ’s that still actually mixed her records live on air. Most, if not all of her compatriots and competitors had everything preloaded onto a set playlist that literally was just the flick of a button. The Wiccan much preferred to create herself. To her, mixing and phasing music, increasing or decreasing the bass, dropping the beat down Lofi; crafting the perfect backdrop for her listeners to go about their day was Mei’s Everest and she wanted to hit the peak every day.

“Allow me to submit for your approval, a tune to take you back to bygone days drenched in pink neon, where the world was off its tits on cocaine, everyone was fucking everyone and yet somehow it was the more innocent of times…” Listening to the reverb of her own voice in her headphones, Miss Midnight began to fade out her vocals to line up with the growing synth her other hand was controlling. “This is CATBEAR with I Choose Love.”As the song came into its own, the youngest Ramsey moved one of her ear pieces to the side and turned off her microphone. “Jade, baby, where’s your fucking android I’m hungy?!” She growled. “If he’s not here before the end of this song I’ll rip out his synthetic heart and feed it to CeCe’s dog Mongo.”

As if on cue, there were three knocks at the door of the studio.

“You know, your gothic powers scare me sometimes.” Jade opened the door and her gut was just telling her who it was. Even before she could physically confirm who it was, when the door opened and she grabbed a hand and pulled him close to her, Jade gave a passionate but contained display of affection to her boyfriend. Had it been just the two of them, things would have gotten x-rated in a heartbeat, but because a, Mei was literally staring razor blades into her and b, she was doing so through the power of her hunger demons, she had to resist the animalistic urge to rip her boyfriend’s clothes off right now.

“And the day is saved, thanks to Mei’s magical hunger powers and the best boyfriend a blonde baddie could ask for!” Out of Mei’s view, she squeezed Roddy’s firm ass.

“Well hello to you too.” Before Roddy had a chance to say another word, the pint sized witch snatched the bags he held in his left hand and darted over to a nearby table like some sort of possessed gremlin. She tore into its contents like a starving animal, forcing the shaggy haired Irishman to cock an eyebrow. He had never really run in the same circles as one Miss Ramsey, though since she was close with Jade, the goth was always around. The two women had connected in a way that the usually straight laced Rod could never truly understand and never would try to. Whatever Jade’s thing was with Mei, it was her thing. He didn't have any part of it.

Despite the weight of temptation that came with dating the Angel Princess, Roddy had not succumbed to darker impulses. Yes, he did own a motorcycle and yes, the Angels considered him a brother but he was not a patched member. He just helped out from time to time when they needed building work for something or planning permission; The joys of architect life. His true goal was for one day to build himself and Jade a little house out somewhere with a big stretch of lonely road so she could rev her bike in peace and he could just enjoy the quiet. He loved Edenridge but it was never just quiet. “How’s it going, gorgeous?” He brushed a strand of Jade’s peroxide blonde locks behind her ear and brushed her soft cheek with his thumb. He truly loved the quiet but Roddy loved her even more.

The Angel Princess had noticed just how quickly Mei seized the bag in a very gremlin-like way. She knew Miss Midnight was starving by how urgent she wanted snacks, but the least she could have done was wait until Rod had time to take them out of the bag, but she was always so impetuous. So the Harlot blonde decided to focus on her not-robotic boyfriend (contrary to what many say).

“Well…” She could just say everything was fine. Let her boyfriend live in his worry free state, but Jade was never able to lie to his face. Only two men in her life had the ability to see through her incredible pokerface. One that raised her since she was like ten and the other that she fucked every night, that also happened to be standing in front of. “We’ve been put in charge of compiling the playlist for Beau’s retirement party. It’s not been as easy as I thought it would be.” Not that Jade was really complaining. She was more than thrilled to do it, but sifting through hundreds of songs, listening to them, and making sure they would not just fit the vibe of a party, but one in honor of the best teacher anyone ever had, it was harder than a silicone dick.

“I’m sorry, I can’t really help with that babe. I’m not exactly known for my taste in music like the two of you.” Roddy gestured towards his lover and her fishnet clad bestie who was stuffing her face in the corner. The butchers boy was always amazed by how much the pint sized Mei could pack away into her tiny body. Then again, the simple fact of the matter was that beneath the leather and lolita fashion, Miss Midnight was a cardiovascular beast with more abs than Roddy had hot dinners. He’d often heard that nobody could outwork Mei and based on what Jade had told him of their training sessions, he really was starting to believe that she was a witch. “Any suggestion I make would only cause trouble.”

Like she had just been punched in her rock hard gut, Mei dropped her snacks and her dark eyes widened. “trouble,trouble,trouble,TROUBLE!” Shooting across the room like lightning, Meiday stopped in front of the happy couple and slapped both their butts. “Trouble!” She repeated with glee, a smile crossing her usually morose face. “If I weren’t with Devi we’d about be having a three way right now. I don’t even give a fuck.” Mei had to laugh a little to herself. She’d definitely been spending too much time with Addie. Pushing past the two of them, she dove to another of the mountainous boxes that she and Jade had gathered filled with records and began to scour for something in particular before finally pulling free a classic. “Trouble Man! Marvin’s Gaye! Add that shit!” She smiled before reaching up and gently scratching her throat. She always had an itch there for some reason. “Robot, you're a genius.”

Jade had found it nearly impossible to contain the amused expression that burst into laughter. She saw Roddy’s somewhat confused face, clearly not sure what happened. The Angel Princess herself was still putting together the pieces, but working with Mei as closely as she did, Jade had learned to understand and interpret the unique brand of chaos Miss Midnight operated in. “Whaddaya know, babe? You were a big help after all.” Jade embraced her boyfriend and kissed him on the lips. “Thank you for this, babe. Really, you may have saved our asses. I think we can finally find the rhythm of completing this playlist and we couldn’t have done it without you.” Jade’s turquoise gaze went to the scramble brained goth queen and Jade cleared throat in an obvious attempt to get her attention. “Isn’t that right!?” Her question was unsubtly directed at Mei.

“Sure as shit is brown, sweet tits. Give the little synthetic a microchip for his good behaviour. Hussle up the loving buttercup. Mama got work to do!” Like some inhuman beast, Mei completely cleaned off a wing on one mouthful before diving back onto her seat by her mix station. “But seriously Roddy, thanks for the snacks. Always said you were a hero, true story.” The pint sized martial artist quickly placed her headphones back on to try and line up the next few songs for the radio, whilst simultaneously sending a text to her girlfriend.

“To Devi; Can’t wait to be done. See you soon x”

Roddy smiled before cupping both his hands around Jade’s alabaster face. “I guess that’s my cue to make like a tree and get out of here.” He lightly kissed her forehead. “Text me when you get done and if Mrs Elliott frees me from work, we can meet with Pops and them for some brunch. We still got a shit ton of meat…”

Against her own preferred and better judgement, Jade didn’t make a comment. She could, but she didn’t want to give Mei any additional ammo to use against her when they were on commercial break. Even as she went to open her mouth to say something, Mei was already interrupting her.

“TITLE OF YOUR SEX TAPE!” Mei yelled.

“Uh-huh.” Rod sighed. “We still have all that stuff my dad brought us so we might as well use it.” He leaned in again and left a lingering kiss on his beloved's lips. One day, Roddy planned to marry this girl. Though he oft wondered what a wedding between the Angel Princess and the Butchers Boy would actually look like; considering he carried Foundling status. “Love you, see you later.” He winked before waving at the raven haired DJ. ”See you Mei!”

“GET BENT C3PO!” Mei waved pleasantly in return before ushering to Jade to take her seat so they could begin work again, “As promised my good little spawns we’ve got something special up next. This one goes out to the man of the hour, the man with the power, too sweet to be sour. Funky like a monkey, Mister Antoine Beauregard. Mister Beau, by request of your baby girl Genevieve, Imma play this one, just for you. We’re gonna bring it back now, 1981, Luther Vandross, Never Too Much cos you never can have too much Beau in your life. Here’s to you, you old bitch.”

♆ Divine Bloodlines: Immortal Bonds of Olympus ♆

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_________________________________ _________________________________ Location ۞۞۞ Apollo's Cabin ۞۞۞ Vivian's Room Interacting With ۞۞۞ Tiffannie Taccone, Daughter of Apollo via Text @Venus _________________________________ _________________________________

________________________________________________________________________________ | ۞ | Thursday, June 1st - 5:32-5:50AM | ۞ | All around her was chaos. The kind of chaos that made thinking clearly next to impossible and all you could do was rely on your own adrenaline and reflexes to get you from point A to point B. The sounds of bronze metal clanked against bronze shields, yells for victory coming from both sides. Two teams of ruby and sapphire cheered for each other, each of them standing on opposite sides of the river. Vivian couldn’t see where she stood but she could remember the moment that the chaos was at its peak. It was blinding and deafening. Everyone around her fighting with skill that far surpassed her own. Vivian wasn’t a fighter fighter. She was a supporter. She wasn’t the healer her brother Chandler was, but she could help in her own way. Moral support was where she shined. The light that came from her person was the kind of light that could refresh the mind. The power that came from her hands could make anyone forget whatever bad notion was crawling through the depths of their mind and of their soul. But she had Aphelios in hand and was on the front lines. Vivian wasn’t going to have a fun time. And in a flash, the golden-haired sun princess woke up, the morning kiss of her Legacy hitting her gently through the sun-shaped ceiling in her room. She forced her eyes open, taking a look at the solar-powered clock she had at her bedside. She noticed it was a little past 5:30am, which was normal for Vivian to wake up. She had never been the kind of person to let the morning waste away. Never had been the kind of girl to sleep past what she had programmed in her mind for years as the time to wake up for school. But when she woke up on this morning, Vivian realized what her dream was…it wasn’t a dream at all. She had a vision. A premonition and as it has always been the case ever since she discovered she inherited her father’s powers of prophecy, Vivian woke up with the worst migraine she’s had in months. Because that’s how long since the last time she had a premonition, one that was odd because it still hasn’t come true. On her and Tiffannie’s birthday, she had a vision that her sister would be graduating and would see a massive shadow cast behind her, stalking her. And for weeks she tried to figure out what that was. The visions she had weren’t as accurate as the Oracle’s. Since she hasn’t mastered it yet, Vivian wasn’t ever able to have a clear idea. Only bits and pieces. She had to fill in the rest. As she let time pass by, Vivian was starting to wake up and she knew she had to take herself out of that mindset. You’ll be no good to anyone if you linger on that what ifs, Vivian, she told herself as she got up. Vivian was wearing a light yellow and light pink-colored pair of PJs that had little sunflowers on it with jovial grins on them. Vivian immediately grabbed her phone, sending a quick text to her darling twin sister. To: My Moon GOOOD MORNING TIFFYYYY! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU! SORRY I COULDN’T MAKE IT TO THE GRADUATION BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE A BLASTTTTTT! From The Sun She exited her messages app on her Samsung Galaxy S23 and immediately opened up Spotify. VIvian needed to get into better spirits. The only way she knew how to mellow out the migraines she always was cursed with after having a premonition was putting on music and meditating every morning. And for that, she needed a song that would make her at peace. She had a playlist of them that included more soft pop, girlie pop, bubblegum pop and pop-punk. She murmured “no, no, not the right vibe” over and over again until she found one. “That’s it!” She excitedly chirped, grinning as she pressed play, put it on repeat, and let the beautiful musings of Natasha Bedingfield’s Pocket of Sunshine play over and over again. After the first replay, she felt her headache retreat into a dull pain. After three replays, the headache was just a minor annoyance. By the fifth replay, the song had done its job, Vivian had soaked up all the sun’s rays as she sat on the floor stretching and letting the morning sun surround her in his light. Helios’ blessing was almost at its peak and when a sixth replay came around, Vivian felt nothing but the joy of being awake and bask in the Sun’s glory. Any bad thoughts or feelings or temptations or mental tugs that Vivian Lucasta may have had or may not have had wasn’t important right now. She didn’t care and she didn’t pay it any mind. The day was beautiful. The morning summer was still brisk enough that Vivian felt comfortable to put on one of her sundresses, after of course, she slapped on her necklace she had worn almost every day since she was fourteen, the gold bracelet that Aphelios takes the form of, and another gold bracelet on her left wrist that her golden armor, Phaethon, takes the form of when dormant. Looking in the mirror, approving of the outfit she chose, Vivian smiled with a bright and cheery grin so bright and cheery a small aura of sunlight poured out from the Daughter of Apollo like a golden smokey mist as she put on a pair of white flat slide sandals, leaving her room behind and the Apollo Cabin as she embraced the morning as only the oldest Daughter of Apollo currently at camp could. With a bright smile and a jovial mood that not even the sourest soul could ruin. ________________________________________________________________________________

♆ Divine Bloodlines: Immortal Bonds of Olympus ♆

_{Lili Reinhart | #daa520/Goldenrod}

"The only thing that will make you happy is being happy with who you are." —Goldie Hahn

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۞ Sunshine Princess ۞

_Name

Vivian Diana Lucasta
۞ Viv
۞ Vi
۞ Vivi
۞ Sunflower

_Age

18 || March 20th, 2004
_{Pisces(Sun)
Leo (Moon)
Taurus(Ascending)}

_Gender

Cisfemale || She/Her

_{Sexual Orientation}

Bisexual
_{۞ Crushing on Jules Emerson}

_Ethnicity

Swedish & Greek

_{Years at Camp Half-Blood}

Going on four years (4th being current) || Collected 3

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"I've got this feelin' in my bones, it goes electric, wavy when I turn it on." — Can't Stop This Feelin' by Justin Timberlake
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_Appearance

Hair: Dirty Blonde w/ lighter highlights| Somewhere between curly and straight | Mid-back in length, it is styled simply in ponytails, buns (even space buns on occasion).
Eyes: Hazel green
Height: 5’6”
Body Type: Slightly hourglass-shaped with modest features
Clothing Style: Boho-chic | Jeans, shorts of both denim and more cotton-based materials, sundresses for summer and spring seasons. Lots of neutral colors and summer colors like light orange, yellow and neutral colors such as beige, white, and black. She has tons of accessories such as bead bracelets, light scarfs with floral patterns for those chilly days, hats ranging from knit caps to berets. Winter season typically has Vivian donning jeans, long-sleeve shirts, heavier scarves, and knit caps. || Vivian Style
Makeup: Minimal applications but with colorful eyeshadow shades to compliment her blonde locks and hazel green eyes, flesh tones for lipstick (Vivian isn’t flashy about makeup).
Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Vivian just has her earlobes pierced. She has one tattoo of a set of stars patterned like glitter on her right inner wrist, colored various shades of yellow and white.

_Personality

Bubbly ☼ Energetic ☼ Overtly Positive ☼ Easy to Please ☼ Friendly ☼ Lovable ☼ Carefree ☼ Overworries ☼ Prone to negative opinions about her ☼ Insecure ☼ Often forgetful ☼ Easily discouraged

Vivian embodies just about everything you or anyone could possibly imagine or want from a Daughter of the Greek God of Sun, Music, and Art. She embodies a liveliness that is infectious. Her smile and her laugh, the way she carries herself and how always - always - Vivian Lucasta can both make herself the life and center of the party (or any group/crowd for that matter) and not appear to be as though she wanted is both something that speaks to her character and how she never actively seeks attention. She also will never talk negatively about anyone or anything. A good girl to her core, Vivian believes there is good in just about anyone she meets. It doesn’t matter if they have been known to do bad things to people she has known to love or if they thought about doing these horrible things. Through it all, VIvian has been brought up to see the good in everyone and she continues to see the good in people now.

While Vivian is certainly the kind of person who will show an overly-positive demeanor with an engaging, lovable, and often abrasive niceness, she isn’t without some easily-influenceable aspects to her overall being. Particularly, Vivian has a lot of insecurities about how she can be perceived and most importantly, this happy-go-lucky valley girl is one of the easiest people to discourage and influence. Because she is so naive and so absolutely ignorant to a lot of things, to get her to see that one person might be good even when they are not is almost comical in how she will never see the truth coming. And even then, Vivian’s still pretty clueless and doesn’t know if so and so was actually a horrible person or not. That part of her brain has been wired to only see the light, never the darkness. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

There also seems to be a bit of an inner-airhead when it comes to the Daughter of Apollo. It’s not that she doesn’t have a brain or any sign of intelligence up in her noggin, but because she is easily influenced by anyone who would dare want to use her in such horrible ways, she is also quite forgetful. She doesn’t forget names or faces or anything like that, but some important information like tests, where she was told to meet people - or hell, even something so short term as for where the gym is can slip her mind. But she does it all in such a cute way that people just laugh it off. But if there’s one person who’ll always give her crap about this particular aspect about her.

_History

Lily’s Story

Vivian’s life can be summed up in three key events: her mother, Lily, meeting her father, Apollo and spending just shy of three months with him, and when she found out she not only had a sister, but that she had a twin sister named Tiffanie.

Lilian Ophelia Lucasta has always been a bright star wherever she went. A woman who could captivate those around her with a bright smile. Her positivity infectious and the love she had for those closest to her undoubable. She also incredibly represented exactly what it meant to be woman raised in the thick of California’s most free-spirited, forward-thinking, progressively-open city it had to offer: San Francisco. Lily came from a nomadic-like family, as her parents and her parents’ parents embraced fully the nomadic life, then known as being hippies. The 60s, for a lot, was a time of change. War was breaking out. Corruption at an all-time high, but those within the Lucasta bloodline had two things in common. They would always embrace the positive side of life and the connection to nature was everything to them.

So much so that Lily never knew the traditional life. Her values were all about peace, love, and harmony under the sun. But she also experienced life and went to high school. She had been homeschooled for the majority of her life and experienced a brand new adventure. She met so many friends and experienced love on superficial and emotionally mature levels. Lily never hid her heart from anyone, yet would always regret it because people saw her as an easy target.

After high school, she never lost her light and embarked on a personal journey to not be too trusting but eventually decided that nothing was ever going to change. People would still see her as who she was but she was raised on the belief that if you are without insecurities within yourself, then you can’t ever be sad. These were words she carried on in those next few years when she met the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. Lily was never the kind of girl who saw appearances first. She looked within and loved the person they were inside before ever acknowledging their physical looks, but the man she saw at a coffee shop (cliche, she knows) she felt weak in the knees and stumbled on her words. When she met Lester Papadopoulos, it was love at first sight.

For clarification, Lily worked at a cafe that specialized in muffins, home-brewed coffee and the man she felt the heart in her chest beat faster than the max speed of terminal velocity spoke with the hottest accent she ever heard. It wasn’t just one instance where anytime she saw, heard, or thought of him, everything in her mind went blank. It was every day after that. For two weeks straight, he’d come in with the same order: blueberry muffins with chocolate mocha with 2 shots of espresso. And for two weeks, while the presence this man had around him, she felt like she had met the man of her dreams. A shining beacon of a person that would make all those years in high school of getting made fun of all worth it.

On the fifteenth day, Lily did something she hadn’t done since her first high school crush: she asked him out. To her surprise, he said yes.

Little did she know it, this man was no man at all.

For the next three months, the man she came to know as someone not just who could make any bad thought she had just go away with a single touch but as who he really was and that is Apollo, Greek God of Music and the Arts, Lily was at her everest. And on her birthday, they had the most passionate, yet sensual nights that she ever experienced. It was on the summer solstice of 2003, which coincided with her birthday. Three weeks later, she found out she was pregnant. But Apollo was gone.

Somewhere she understood the gravity of who she gave her heart to. He was a god who had chosen a simple barista. She understood and he took care of her, leaving her enough money so she wouldn’t be troubled with the troubles of childbirth. Halfway through the pregnancy, Lily came to know another thing. Her pregnancy wasn’t normal. Apollo came to her with the news that nearly broke her.

Their twin girls would need to be separated, for the Oracle of Delphi foretold a grim fate that their combined power would cause a cataclysmic event that would destroy the very fabric of space and time. A lot of it went over Lily’s head, but when she gave birth to her two girls, her two beautiful girls, one named Vivian for her grandmother and the other, who was named Tiffanie at the request of the couple who were adopting her, the Taccone’s who were just delightful. Lily picked them out herself. A cop and a meteorologist. She met them a few times. Actually quite a few times. She adored them. Mel was sweet and Tyson was strong but had a kind heart. He reminded Lily a lot of her one true love.

When both were born, Lily had all but one request. She wished she could tell Tiffanie about who her parents were and who her father was, but she only had minimal time with the two girls. She whispered things to them and made sure that when Tiffanie was old enough, she had that necklace. Her Tiffanie and Vivian. The twins she couldn’t raise together but they were in her heart. The sun and moon that Apollo would watch over and protect.

Vivian’s Story

As prophesied by the Oracle herself, the twin Daughters of the Sun, one bound by it, the other hindered by the moon, together they were dangerous. Too dangerous to be left unchecked, so during a special Solar Eclipse in the year of 2004, on the 20th day of the third month of the calendar year, those born on the last day of the fish sun sign, fitting for twins, they would be separated. Lily said her goodbyes and made her peace that her other daughter would be raised by a great couple and lived in Beverly Hills.

Vivian knew none of this prior to coming to Camp Half-Blood, of course. She was kept blissfully unaware of not just who her birth father was, but that she had a twin sister out there, living her own life. Vivian grew up as a normal bay area girl who was raised by her mostly single mother. She went to school in San Francisco, had friends, and enjoyed riding the cable cars up and down. She loved to bake and would always visit the coffee shops, bakeries, and cafes to experience the most her hometown had to offer.

Every spring, she and her mother would make the trip out to the redwoods in Transamerica Redwood Park. Every spring, when she was let out for spring break (and even long before then), mother and daughter (and eventually mother’s longtime boyfriend, Michael and the daughter they eventually had together, Tina) would take family vacations out to the park. The 200+-mile journey was made into a week-long venture. Some of Vivian’s happiest moments were spent in the RV Michael owned. Just them and their family dog, a golden retriever Angel.

Vivian knew heaven because of the life she lived and the sacrifices that her mother made to keep her safe. Yet for reasons Vivian couldn’t quite explain, she felt there was always something missing. Like a piece of her was away somewhere. Vivian’s head was always in the clouds. She didn't know it but it was due to her father and how he was a god of the clouds and sun. Every other week, on and off for the seven years leading up to when she found out everything, Vivian kept having these dreams that would paint a very small part of a picture. She was at some camp, surrounded by beautiful trees she didn’t recognize. There were other kids there. There was a boy with dark hair with the same name of her favorite character from Friends, a redheaded girl who swooned anytime an older boy who bore the exact opposite shade of skin that she had and a blonde that she felt the closest to for some reason. And then there was a man…horse with curly hair calling attention to them.

This dream was recurring. Every other Tuesday and with every odd-numbered month on the 20th day of those months, the days would go down. A Wednesday. A Thursday. Vivian never realized how the other pieces started to come together, yet no context. It got to the point that she was sent to see a therapist. Vivian was a skilled artist. Nothing to write home about, but she could draw and she drew all of these pieces of the dreams she could remember. Some details would be different every session and for years, she still couldn’t make any sense of it until the last dream she had…no they felt more like visions. The last one was one she had on her birthday.

It wasn’t like the ones before. This dream pieced every other dream together. The times she was walking in a forest with the other kids. The names “Chandler”, “Fiamma”, and “Tiffanie” all being heard clear. They called out her name, too and she smiled at them, excited and ecstatic. The horse-man from before was trying to calm them down and Vivian could feel herself become warmer and warmer. The sun was empowering her and she was able to give them peace.

And when she woke up that day, Vivian could feel that same warmth consume her. In the past, she could always feel something of a warmth outside of what her blankets gave her. Like something was watching over her, but this time it was different. She wasn't just warm, but when her mom came into room and saw a faint aura of gold wrapped around her and Vivian’s eyes tinted gold, one of two things struck the owner of the same cafe that she met Apollo at: It was time to tell Vivian the truth and that the day she feared most had arrived.

So when Michael and Tina were away, Michael, who knew the truth from the very beginning, Lily sat her daughter down and told her everything. She told her about how she met her father, a man named Lester. She wanted to ease Vivian in. She explained how it was love at first sight and how he knew exactly what to say. They both laughed at the fact they were the same: hopeless romantics who never knew how to properly emote their feelings to the boys…or in Vivian’s case, also girls, she liked. Lily explained they spent a few months off and on together, with him occasionally coming in and out of San FRancisco. She lamented how she thought he was just a busy man, but then she dropped the God-sized bomb on her daughter.

Vivian’s father was Apollo, Greek God of the Sun and a lot of other things.

It was a lot for Vivian. She had little time to process it, though. Just a few short months later and thanks to a rather hectic trip that was made less stressful due to the thought of one day seeing her father. Of one day being able to meet the man that Lily told her so much about and how he loved her. In New York, she spent the final moments at a cafe with her mother and someone she had always known in her life to be one of her best friends, a girl she befriended that was her next door neighbor when she was just five, Joey Hart..but that wasn’t her name. Ionna was her name and she wasn’t a girl at all…well that was only half true. Joey..Ionna was something called a Satyr, half human and half goat. She’d always been pretty, so it warmed Vivian’s non-judgemental heart where she had a moment that Joey’s human half was up top.

There would come a time that Vivian had to leave her mother. They drove the rental that Lily had secured since coming to NYC. They were in Long Island and before VIvian said her goodbyes, her mother gave her a few items. A couple gifts. One was, of course, a case for the necklace she’s had for years but another was a gold bracelet. She told her what it was and Vivian thought she was joking but Vivian would soon find out that wasn’t really the case. “Press on it firmly when you need help” were the words her mother told her after they shared a teary embrace that lasted for a few moments.

And then Vivian left with Joey.

As they walked through the forest and up the hill, Vivian started to piece all of the missing pieces from her dreams together. She saw the hill, the big tree, the house…it was this place: Camp Half-Blood. And there she eventually found the missing piece in her life. She came to find out and bond with her sisters and eventually a brother named Chandler. Not just that, but there was one sister she came to bond with even more, a girl her age. A girl who shared her birthday. A girl named Tiffanie Taccone that, while she looked slightly different, there was also something so very familiar about her.

Later that night, after she got herself settled into her room at the Apollo Cabin, the Horseman that Vivian came to know as Chiron told her that she needed to come with him. She wasn’t alone. She would also be joined by Tiffanie Taccone. They walked side by side, talking to each other, getting to know each other more and there they were met with a rather beautiful woman named Rachel Dare, but others simply call her “The Oracle”. They weren’t alone. In unison, they saw Apollo.

A lot was happening but there were three main takeaways: both Tiffanie and Vivian knew they were sisters, having been in the same cabin, but what was the bombshell was that, in fact, they were twin sisters. They had to be separated due to a prophecy that the Oracle was given mere weeks leading up to their birth that if they were raised together they would bring ruin to those closest to them. Tiffanie would be raised by the Taccone’s of Beverly Hills who couldn’t conceive on their own and Vivian would be raised by Lily in San Francisco.

It was a lot. Vivian couldn’t comprehend it all but she understood the visions she kept having. It was the universe telling her that she had family out there. A twin sister she couldn’t explain to anyone but the moment she first met tiffanie, there was something in the air that just felt right. Maybe the real reason for all of what happened in her life led to this moment. She was complete. Twins of the sun reunited and it truly felt so good.

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"Look at how the stars shine for you, my darling sun. " — Lilian "Lily" Lucasta, Vivian's mother
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_{Cabin & Godly Parent}

Cabin 7 || Apollo, God of God of oracles, healing, archery, music and arts, light, knowledge, herds and flocks, and protection of the young
_{۞ Bedroom
۞ Home theater setup^{(For movie nights and general vibing)}
۞ Acoustic guitar+stand}

Legacy

Helios, Personification of the Sun

Fatal Flaw

Lack of Self-Confidence — Something Vivian has always struggled with, much like her mother when she was her age, was believing in herself. All the bright and holding a positive outlook on everything and everyone can’t help with the fact she’s always lacked the belief in herself.

Weapons

۞ Aphelios — A shortsword named for her legacy, Helios, that was a dual gift from both Helios and her father, Apollo. While dormant, it takes the form of a gold bracelet that Vivian wears at all times. It is crafted from a special celestial brronze alloy that turns gold while in sunlight and turns its natural bronze color when not. It is said to be at its strongest when the sun is at its highest.
۞ Phaethon — Vivian's special armor that was crafted at the forge upon a special request she put in when she not only proved herself as a warrior last year during a quest, but her prize was a blueprint of a special golden armor that was said to be worn by Helios himself. It was originally meant for a masculine body, but Simone Gutierrez made it to fit VIvian's curves. It is a light armor meant for soldiers and archers who want protection but don't want to be hindered by the bulky design. It is made from the special alloy her Aphelios is. It has a matching breastplate, bracers, and shinguards, boots, and a sun-shaped crown (a personal touch Simone threw in free of charge).
۞ Sol Pendant — The companion piece to Tiffanie's moon-shaped necklace, it is a special pendant. It has no offensive capabiltiies, but it does ward off medium level threats away from detecting Vivian when at camp. It was the first gift that Apollo ever gave Vivian through her mother and the same with Tiffanie's moon lecklace.

_{Demigod Abilities}

۞ Light of My Life — Photokinesis - Typically a child of Apollo is only capable of partial photokinesis, as Apollo himself does not have divine reign over it, but thanks to the blessing she has from Helios, the actual god of the sun (technically personification but who needs the details), she can use the full version of it with all of its capabilities (within reason). She is able to soak up the sun’s rays and store them that can both give her a massive boost in stamina, heal mild wounds almost as soon as she gets them, and produce an aura for a limited time that gives her a boost in most physical feats. The stored energy can also be used for offensive capabilities such as firing them as hand blasts, full double-handed blasts for a more concentrated effort, or in the case of a super attack, Vivian can send out an aoe attack where all of the gathered sunlight is unleashed.

Of all of her abilities, this is the one she has the most control over, as has had the most practice with it. The one thing, though is it’s measured by her state of mine. A frantic Vivian will show less control while a calm vivian and a happy-go-lucky vivian will not only show more control and accuracy, but because of how her personality is, the effects are stronger when she has a clear mind.

۞ Listen to Me - Healing Light & Vitakinesis ۞ About this one. By all rights, Vivian should have talents as a healer. As Daughter of Apollo, she is a healer. But the thing that is somewhat different, especially when compared to her sisters and Chandler. In Fiamma’s case, she heals through the sound of her music instrument. Tiffanie can heal animals and Chandler is the better all around healer. Vivian’s form of healing is not tied to wounds or even whether she can heal anyone’s broken arms. Her entire scope of healing is of a mental sense and the way someone acts when they are angry or sad or just want to be left alone. She discovered that she has this unique effect on people when she was really young. Everyone around seemed to be a lot calmer just by being around her. The sound of her voice is simply a conduit for the healing light in her soul. She is able to make those around her calm enough that they will momentarily forget about any negative emotions, thoughts, or otherwise feel nothing but positive vibes. It’s like a form of therapy for others. Vivian can take in all of the bad vibes and emotions and energy out there in a person and siphon it out so that only the good and positive ones remain.

۞ I Can See the Light - Precognition, Foresight ۞ Like her father, Vivian can see into the future, but it is one, very inconsistent and two, never shows her more than a few seconds of a certain event. Her vision comes in the form of literal flashes of light and almost unprompted. She can be walking and she’ll get a blacking-out-like experience as she sees events of an event in the future. It could be from one day or a year at the time of getting them. Or it could be a few seconds. After she gets her visions, the knowledge is troubling and confusing, but Vivian gets plagued with headaches that only seem to go away when she sunbathes

Misc Information

۞ As a lover of food (she adoreadoresadores blueberries and everything to do with them), Vivian can always be seen with others who enjoy cooking too, or generally anyone who likes food.
۞ Whether it's listening to easy listening music or playing it, Vivian is all about music in every sense. Like, come on she's the daughter of Apollo. How could she not?
۞ Long, relaxing, destressing walks is Viv's aesthetic. Bonus points if it's with someone cute!

Vivian has always loved the forest. She would regularly take trips out with her mother in the spring time, but hasn't been able to since coming to camp, so the woods at camp remind her of home.

۞ Sundresses in the summer and late spring (and occasionally in autumn) is Viv's only choice of outfits.
۞ Vivian as a golden retriever named Hope. She is the bestest of girls who loves headpats, treats, long walks through the forest and by the beach (just like her mother), and hearing Vi play her guitar.
۞ Snakes scare the daylights out of her. Maybe it's because of the curse placed on her and her siblings, but she also really doesn't like how slithery they are. Ewwww!
۞ Fluent in Greek and Swedish.
۞ She absolutely loveloveloves romcoms, 90s sitcoms, musicals, and anything Disney!~

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_{Jamie Campbell Bower | Steel Blue/#4682b4}

"My mother taught me all the fables, told me that in the end, all sinners must pay." —Silhouettes, Smile Empty Soul

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💀 Prince of the Underworld 💀

Name

Damian Morpheus Black
_{💀 Just Damian
💀 Damian’s middle name, Morpheus, was bestowed upon him by his legacy, Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of the Night. A gift that despite any and all darkness he may have in his heart, his peace can take any form or shape.}

Age

19 | November 9th, 2003
_{Scorpio (Sun)
Taurus (Moon)
Aquarius (Ascending)}

Gender

Cismale || He/Him

Relationship Status

Single
_{Recently concluded a Friends with Benefits-ship with Alina Kim
Has confusing feelings for Tiffanie Taccone that he has not yet acted on}

Sexual Orientation

Pansexual

Ethnicity

British/Scottish-Greek

Years at Camp Half-Blood

Going on Five years || Collected five beads, this summer will be his sixth

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"I’ve ventured into the dark to search for a torch that would light the path ahead." — Closed Eyes Still Look Forward by Chiodos
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Appearance

Height 6'0"/182.9cm
Weight 170lbs/77kg
Hair Naturally blonde with dark roots
Eyes Sapphire blue
Body Type Lean || Damian's body is lean with almost zero trace of excess body fat. He has long arms and legs which make most of his overall height. His arms, chest, and legs are toned, evidence of his strict training/workout regime, yet his shoulders remain somewhat skinny.
Attire/Fashion Sense 90s grunge mixed with biker fashion || The baseline of Damian's style can be reduced to four parts: jeans of a dark color like navy or black (though he also has blue jeans, as well), a band t-shirt somewhere in the mix, the leather jacket his uncle gifted him that he always wears, and an assortment of accessories, but specifically a beanie cap during winter months, two very specific rings: one skull, given to him by his father, one of a lunar origin that was gifted to him by Nyx. Among other accessories are wristbands, and necklaces with no real purpose other than to enhance his fit.
Body Mods Aside from a few scars he's obtained due to his many encounters with Zeru and their "sparring sessions" going too far (as usual), Damian doesn't have any major body scarring

He does have several piercings throughout his body. Multiple ear piercings (lobe, upper lope, helix, and low helix), nose piercings (septum and nostrils), and his right eyebrow pierced.

The most significant body modification to Damian's body that anyone will see is the amount of tattoos he has across his body. He has multiple tattoos on his chest, both arms, back, and on his legs, as well.

Torso— On the left side of his chest, Damian has a skull tattoo. On the right side is a black heart dripping blood with a butterfly over it. Lower on the top of his abdomen, he has a black widow spider tattoo with a skull in its hands.
Left Arm — On his upper bicep, he has an anchor tattoo and near it but inward, he has a bird tattoo with a rose attached to it.
Right Arm — On the bicep, he has a ball and chain tattoo.

Personality

Protective → Observant → Loyal → Compassionate Understanding → Patient → Guarded → Internalizes His Emotions → Resentful

Damian internalizes a lot of his emotions. It started when he was younger and couldn’t make sense of the missing piece in his life. It continued when he didn’t know how to process not having his mother in his life and had a building resentment towards his father. He has times where he feels excessively angry while at others he feels at peace. Damian embodies being a son of Hades because everything about him is misunderstood. SEeing and meeting him for the first time, people just look at the black attire, the now tatts he has all over his body and they assume the worst about him. Sure he might be honest and stubborn at times, but much like his father, he wears that individuality on his sleeve. The truth is, Damian Black guards himself as much as he can. He’s learned to build walls between any dangers that might hurt him and the fragile heart he has inside his chest.

Damian is absolutely an honest person who can hold grudges like nobody else can. He says what he means and always tries to do right by not bullshitting anyone, but he also has difficulty emoting what he really feels. Despite having a mother who tried her best and an uncle who helped him out of a dark place, Damian has always struggled when he experiences the highs and lows of intense emotions. His go to is to scream. Throw tantrums, which may speak to the rather intense rivalry he has with Zeru. Insecurities and inability to properly cope has made it to where Damian can’t recognize himself sometimes. Music has helped him through that and over the years, he’s let the only therapy he’s ever known guide him into finding his center.

Music is his peace. Beating Zeru would be another, but his music and isolating while deep into recording is his true therapy.

History

Damian’s life has always been an up and down struggle just to survive to the next day.

It began with his birth when he was born premature. His mother, Amelia, wanted to carry him to term, but the universe had other plans. She wanted to surround him by at least another brother or sister so he didn’t have to grow up as an only child, but because of complications during his birth that would have otherwise killed him, she had to get a C-Section. In the end, he would be her only child.

Damian would grow up thinking that it was just an unfortunate accident of nature but the truth is rarely as simple as that. The truth was mythical forces were at work on his birth. Amelia comes from a line of women who are infertile. Actually, she shouldn’t have been able to have any kids, but the day she met a mysterious man whose very presence made her weak in her knees. Damon Blackwell was his name. Hair was darker than midnight, eyes with the slightest tint of coal surrounded by an ocean of blue, and skin almost like the kiss of the moonlight hitting ivory plates.

Amelia came up in a world that didn’t want the Black bloodline to continue. Her rebellious spirit was what drew this man she knew as Damon to her. A rebel in his own right and someone who also hated the norm that society placed on people. In his power, unbeknownst to a speechless Amelia, they spent an unforgettable week. It was unlike anything that Amelia had experienced. It was always difficult for her to ever lower her guard around someone -- anyone, really, but around Damon it was easy. He knew all of the right things to say, but it was more than that. She felt a connection with him. Her love for music was always part of her soul, but Damon managed to show her music she never thought to listen to. Bands and artists she never heard of.

When the week was done, Damon was gone, leaving her a small case that couldn’t be unlocked. Mysterious as he was, he simply told her “When the time is right, you’ll be able to open it”.

It was odd, but Amelia trusted the man she had only known for a week.

As time went on, Damian was born and grew up with his mother and his mother alone. He was born a healthy baby and though he resembled his mother a great deal, Amelia would always tell him how he reminded her of his father. Anytime he would ask about her father, she would always shut down and just say “He loves you, Damian. No band can go on without the heart and you are his.”

It never made sense, but Damian took some comfort in it.

For the first ten years of his life, Damian grew up without a father. Even without a stepfather. As a young boy, he felt something stir in him that he couldn’t explain. An anger. A sadness of not having something he didn’t know how to emote properly. This led to tantrums and even worse, anger outbursts that turned violent for the kids in the neighborhood he spent his formative years in. Therapy would have been an option for him, but his mother didn’t make nowhere near enough money, so the second best thing in comparison, but the only thing that Damian needed at that age was a good male role model. To him, nobody ever came close to beating his Uncle Alistair, his mother’s brother.

Damian was only angry because he couldn’t explain why he was feeling the wya he was feeling and Al knew what it was all about just from a single conversation. That’s how he became a permanent fixture in Damain’s life. His temper cooled and the violent outbursts he had (never towards his mother but against the kids) seemed to fade away. Al had furthered Damian’s love for music, as he was the lead guitarist for the heavy metal band “Into Elysium”. He was the one who gave Damian his first guitar and taught him his first song, which of course, was Smoke in the Water.

For about three years, Damian was a happy kid. He held his uncle in such a high regard. His mother was able to not have to work multiple jobs because her brother ended up moving in to help with Damian (when he wasn’t touring around the UK). But there was a day when Alistair wasn’t around that things started to change. Damian wasn’t suffering any outbursts like before, but he fell ill. Amelia kept a strong face but she was fearing the worst. She took him to a local clinic that offered free care for children and they told her it was just a bad cold. Amelia knew it wasn’t.

Soon, she’d come to find out just how right she was and she had wished she wasn’t.

Damian’s sickness had gotten worse. The words her lover and Damian’s father, Hades, had echoed in her mind. She knew the time had come. Damian wasn’t just ill. She saw a mist-like darkness coming from his body. Like his sickness wasn’t of this world. So she pulled out the tiny box no bigger than an airpod charging case and unlike past times where any efforts to open it were in vain, this time was different and when she opened it, a series of seven beads the size of marbles shot out, floating in the air, swirling around until a vortex of black and blue appeared and that vortex hovered over Damian and the voice of her past lover filled the room.

“He is dying, Amelia. Damian needs to be brought to the underworld so that he can heal.”

There was always such a deep concern she felt from Hades when it came to both her and their son. She wept for minutes but realized she didn’t have much time to say goodbye, so she would swallow it, tell herself that she would cry later. Instead, she looked at her son. Damian was aware of some of what happened but made sure that her son would hear her when she spoke her final words to him. “I love you, Damian Morpheus. I love you so much. The ten years I’ve had you in my life have been nothing short of heaven on earth. But you must go and be with your father now. Don’t hate him for saving your life and don’t resent him. He gave me ten years with you and now you will have the time to know your father.”

Damian heard more than his mother thought she did. He heard everything. He didn’t know how to explain it. He felt like he was dying. Like the life was being sapped out of him, but there was more to it than that. He felt something else beckon him. He heard a voice mixed in with the echoing, low bass of a voice coming from the mass of black above him and his mother’s voice. A voice that sounded feminine. She said her name is Nyx.

That was the last thing he remembered before being sucked into the vortex. It would be later revealed to him that his sickness wasn’t actually a sickness at all. Damian was told that he’s a Prince of Darkness. Son of Hades, but in his body also resided the smallest piece of the literal night. A true child of the night.

When that very specific fun fact about why he was to remain in the underworld until he was fourteen had time to digest in the young boy, Damian lived in the underworld and lived there, but what might’ve been a noble attempt on Hades’ part, the truth of the matter is hardly the Hallmark story that the King of the Underworld was expecting. When Damian had gained clarity, against his mother’s last wishes, which he tried for months to honor, there came a certain resentment for the man who called himself his father. Absent for ten years and only showing up when he was literally on death’s door? Yeah real father of the year.

This is where Damian felt guilty because he went against his mother’s wishes. Not only did he build resentment for the man that was his father (more like divine sperm donor), Damian rebelled. Made it nearly impossible for Hades to get anywhere with him. Instead, he embraced other facets of the Underworld. He was a true Prince of the Underworld right down to bonding with various creatures that resided in the dark realm - including Cerberus. That wasn’t the only thing that Damian found comfort in. He had spent most of his time not in Hades’ castle but rather in the place where souls went to be tormented and in the Black Night Cathedral, otherwise known as Nyx and Erebus’ home.

He was aware that Nyx was the voice he heard before he left his mother behind. When he ventured as a young kid, on the back of a Harpy that Damian befriended, he was transported into a study where Nyx, Goddess of the Night was waiting for him. She was a daunting goddess. Intimidating, yet there was an aura around him that, at just eleven years old, Damian found comforting. It was then he understood a bit more about himself. She wasn’t someone to be feared but someone who didn’t make him feel as sad for not being with his mom anymore. She felt like a second mom.

For the next couple of years, every so often, Damian would venture to Tartarus to visit. Nyx often scolded him for it but she eventually embraced his presence as something that just was. She was a mysterious woman…Goddess, but someone that Damian held close in his heart right next to his mother. Erebus, for as daunting the personification of Darkness one might expect to be, he was…kind of a lame one. Dad jokes were his go-to and Damian just found him insufferable at times, but Nyx was clearly amused.

Before long, Damian had reached fourteen and even though he didn’t know it, it was summer in the mortal realm and it was time for Damian to leave the underworld. His body was stronger and he was ready to leave. Hades provided safe passage directly from the River Styx, through a portal, and to Long Island, where Camp Half-Blood was located.

He still resented Hades but time spent with Nyx and Erebus softened his opinion of him. Nyx joked by telling Damian to give “little Hades some slack. He’s just doing his best.” It was condescending, but it would also prove to be something that Damian would eventually take to heart. He resented him less but did not view him as his father yet.

As a parting gift, both from Nyx and from Hades, Damian was given three hellhound puppies, two Stygian dual shortswords imbedded with ancient runes that are ivory in color, and a cloak dipped in the blackness of the night, said to be able to grant free passage to Tartarus anytime Damian needed an escape. It also looks great on him, too.

And in seconds, he was outside of Camp Half-Blood where he’d remain as a semi-full time camper. For five years, he’d divide his time between it, Tartarus (and even Hades’ castle), and in England, where his mother and him had a very teary reunion. While Damina still holds a great deal of resentment for a man he still couldn’t fully recognize as his father, still refusing to call him “dad”, his relationship with the “Old Man” is leaning in a positive direction, much to the delight of his mother, Nyx, and Persephone, whom he likes a great deal, as well.

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"Every time you feel it coming back, remember how it felt when you first played your guitar. The peace it brought you." — Alistair Blake, Damian’s mortal uncle
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Cabin & Godly Parent

Cabin XIII || Hades
<sub>Bedroom
Walk-in Guitar Shrine
Recording Studio
TV

Co-Cabin Counselor with his younger sister, Erin.</sub>

Legacy

Nyx, Primordial Goddess of the Night

Fatal Flaw

Holds grudges - Damian has always been unable to let go of any beef with anyone who he felt has wronged him. It could be a playful grudge like the one he has with Zeru and their constant quest to be at the top, as it is in thier nature, but it also goes deeper than that. Damian lingers on things longer than he would prefer or others would. He holds onto bitter feelings until it consumes him. It’s why he hasn’t fully embraced Hades as his father and it’s why whenever he feels wronged by people, he can’t ever let it go and doesn’t until he gets justice for himself.

Weapons

Kynigós Skión ^{AKA Shadowhunter} - These pair of short swords were a gift to Damian from Hades. While he still bares some resentment for his father, the swords come in handy. They were forged in the fires of the underworld and have heavy resistance to all things mythical. Forged in those fires and from a special alloy that combines celestial bronze and stygian steel, but enhanced so much that they are pure white. Even the hilt. The blade is jagged and no longer than the length of Damian's forearm and hand. When dormant/idle, Shadowhunter comes in the form of two very distinct rings. One, which is worn on Damian's left middle finger is a skull ring with a black base. The other, a moon ring, worn his right index finger. Both rings respond to his desire to either fight or protect and pulsate and glow a black mist then white shine and melt into his palms producing the two swords. The two shortswords are stronger at night.
Nychtolátris - Also night as "Night Stalker", it is a black cloak that Nyx gifted Damian when he first left her Castle of Night. The cloak comes with a hood, but when dormant, it can take many forms and responds to whomever is using it. For Damian, it is a small black sphere no bigger than a marble that is the centerpiece of a pendant he wears at all time. When he presses on it, the cloak immediately manifests. As a gift from Nyx, it is assumed to have powers associated with night and it does. When worn, Damian's face and body is covered in a black silk covering that covers his entire body from head to toe with the exception of his eyes. With certain phrases, it may retract the responding body part. It is not an armor, so it does not provide any extra protection. That being said, it does also enhance, if just slightly, the abilities that Damian is already able to use.

Demigod Abilities

_Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way.

_{Making my Monster Grow!:} Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense.
_{I hear dead people:} Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange.

_{Umbrakinesis:} As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness. In addition, his affinity is stronger than say that of his sister, Erin. And this is due to the fact that he has a blessing of Nyx, the original Mistress of the Night. This blessing pertains to the raw potential he has with the ability to manipulate darkness and the shadows that loom within it. He is stronger than what most might be capable of and faster with it, yet he also has his limits. A certain state of mind empowers or weakens him and his natural control over this power. It is not simply whether he's feeling gloomy or not but rather if he has control of the strong emotions he's known to have, so will the control and general safety (for others) of his power, but if his mind is clouded and his vision is impaired in anyway, so will the potency for destruction of his power. Sure he will be able to unleash it more but darkness unleashed without any borders is begging to bring misery to all.

_{Shredding Boundaries, man!:} Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider.
_{Shrouded in Darkness:} Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time.
_{Spikes and other Things:} Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potential for higher damage output would drain him severely.

_{Limited Pyrokinesis:} Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there.

Misc Information

💀 Damian is an avid rocker. There's always some rock, punk, and metal music playing from his room any time he's there. He loves heavy music, but he also likes the stripped down songs from some of his favorites.

💀 To add to it, Damian also makes his own music. He doesn't have the musical genius of the Apollo kids, so everything he's learned was done through old fashioned hard work. He can play electric, acoustic, and rhythm guitar. He has a decent grasp at piano too and has a firm understanding of the engineering end of producing.

💀 Damian frequents punk shows and will venture out to New York whenever he can to attend some underground punk shows, though most of the shows he goes is in Long Island in case he needs to be back before anyone realizes he's gone.
💀 Damian is a nyctophiliac. He loves the night and regularly sleeps during the day if he can to be left to his peace and the darkness that he finds comfort in.
💀 Damian has three hellhounds, spawns of Cerberus. Each are different than the other and that's by design. These hounds took the form of Damian's own soul. One is named Onyx who resembles a Prague Pitbull and is a male. The second resembles a Cane Corso and is named Rebus. The third, the only female hound of the three, is named Aemor, resembles a border collie. Damian has an understanding of what his dogs say and think. Maybe it's due to the fact that, as a kid growing up in the underworld, he became intertwined with the thoughts and feelings of the dead and how he bonded with the creatures of it. But he can understand them. Sometimes this is not always the blessing that one might think it is.

💀 Onyx, named for Damian's second mother and the Personification of the Night, is the most feral of the three and tends to be the most aggressive, yet is the one that can be won over the easiest. Onyx's main thing is perceiving threats to Damian and if his father says they're okay, then he will behave and love them.
💀 Rebus, named for Nyx's husband and Personification of Darkness, Erebus, is the most pretentious of the three. He is friendly and naturally protective of Damian, but his system of whether he is feral like Onyx or a gentleman like he always acts like can be stripped down to typical business dealings. For example, he will accept any friend of Damian's if they give him daily headpats and extra treats. And to this day, it's how Tiffannie ended up in his good graces.
💀 Aeros, who was named for two children of Erebus and Nyx: Aether, the personification of the bright upper sky and Aeros, god of love, is a different story. She does not please easy and she is by far the most unassuming, aggressive of Damian's hounds. Damian always saw her as representing the overprotective mother and mother-like figures he's had in his life. She's a good girl, but save for Alina, whom she respected, Aeros is very...assertive in not trusting anyone alone with Damian. Do not let the cuteness distract you from the fact that she will bite you if you make the wrong step.

💀 Damian can speak damn near perfect Gaelic and may occasionally finish some sentences in it rather than the universal language of English. He's also fluent and can understand perfect Greek.
💀 In addition to being a musician, Damian is an avid reader. He gravitates towards gothic horror and gothic fantasy. He has a guilty pleasure for some supernatural fiction, too. Whether that's Anne Rice, Vampire Diaries, and yes, even A Court of Thorn and Roses (don't tell anyone though)
💀 Even though he can make quick work of traveling to locations through the use of shadow travel, Damian does own his own motorcycle (a black and red 1970 Triumph Bonneville t120r) and, though it is parked bout five miles outside of camp. He just has always preferred to be able to ride it in the night. It's how he goes to the punk shows he attends.
💀 Damian has mostly been an action and thriller man (which extends into supernatural action and thrillers), with his letterboxd listing his top five as the following (and in order): Die Hard, John Wick, Kingsman, Lethal Weapon, and the Fast and Furious.

💀 He will argue with anyone who denies Die Hard 1 its rightful place among the great Christmas movies of any era.
💀 Yes, you can be barely 18 and still be too tired for this shit.
💀 No, it was not wrong for John Wick to kill over 100 Russian mobsters because they offed his dog. As an owner of three, he would do the same.
💀 And yes, no matter the odds stacked against you, nothing can stop the power of family!
💀 Damian also loves The Underworld films. Yeah, who wouldn't love Kate Beckinsdale in skin-tight leather? Woof woof!
💀 Also yes, Damian has watched the film adaptation of Interview with a Vampire. Why do you ask?
💀 Of course he has physical copies of all the Blade Movies + has them signed by Wesley Snipes and Stan Lee.
💀 What do you mean Twilight you were Team Jacob or Team Edward? Damian was Team Bella!
💀 Of course Damian prefers the original Dracula with the late and great Sir Christiopher Lee. Nobody did it better.

💀 Due to the rather recent friendship he's found with Tiffanie Taccone, which still baffles him to this day, he's come to enjoy some Disney classics, RomComs, and the occasional tear-jerking sob stories. A current favorite he has is High School Musical and Clueless.

💀 Side note, even though Damian has been successful in getting Tiffanie to watch Halloween and A Nightmare on Elm Street with him, he had to space out watching all of them with her because after each one, she spent a whole week in the cabin. Guess some people just weren't wired to enjoy horror on a regular basis.

💀 Damian also trains more than whatever Chiron or anyone else would or has advised him to. Mostly due to the intense rivalry he has with fellow Big 3 demi, Zeru Williams. It is, at times, blurring the lines between friend and enemy, but Damian does respect Zeru and his strength. If Zeru doesn't beat him, then they are tied. It eats at his soul so much that the Son of Hades spends hours in the night training. Whether that's working on refining his skills, increasing his body, or just practicing on some of the skeletons he can summon, Damian will always strive to be better in that sense.

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_{Ryan Potter | Orange Red/#ff4500}

"Even the mightiest warriors experience fears. What makes them true warriors is the courage that they possess to overcome those fears." —Vegeta, Prince of all Sayians

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#1 Knucklehead Ninja

Name

Jackson Drake
_{”Jackson Drake” is a cover name that he gave himself when he fled to the states as a way to make it more difficult for his father to find him. He was born to the name Himura Ryusuke.}

Age

20 | April 1st, 2003
_{Aries (Sun)
Leo (Moon)
Aries(Ascending)}

Gender

Cismale || He/Him

Sexual Orientation

Femalesexual - an intense attraction towards the female sex he’s straight

Relationship Status

Single as a pringle and ready to mingle, girls!

Ethnicity

Japanese-Greek

Years at Camp Half-Blood

Going on Five years
_{Collected 5 Beads and working on his sixth}

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"It's all about the blood, the sweat, the tears. Attribute to strength built throughout the years." — The Blood, the Sweat, The Tears by Machine Head
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_Appearance

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 72kg/158lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Body Type: Athletic - minimal body fat, lean muscles, strong core
Body Marks: Due to his upbringing and the intense physical labor he underwent, Jackson has several, permanent scars along his torso, back, and upper arms. Jackson also has the tattoo of a Japanese lily over his heart in honor of his mother, whose name means “small lily”.
Attire: Jackson has always been very fashionable. When he lived in Japan, he wore a lot of tunics and kimonos and, while he has upgraded it to t-shirts and whatnot, Jackson hasn’t strayed too far from his Japanese roots. He fashions himself with elaborate, sometimes flamboyant shirts that are ripe with patterns and other similar designs. SOme floral and some like an early 2000s kid with the flames. He wears a lot of jeans, but typically wears loose-fitting pants for comfort and a familiarity that he grew up with. Additionally, he has a number of hoodies and jackets that go with almost every outfit. Yeah, one might say that Jackson likes to dress himself. He also has a bunch of shoes and spends a great deal of time with the aphrodite kids to get opinions.

Personality

Couragous → charismatic → energetic → loyal → fearless → confident → foolhardy → passionate (to a fault) → reckless → rebellious → temperamental → dense → prone to fits of anger

It's hard to describe Jackson because, at times, it seems like there are two people living simultaneously within him, though never seeming like an alter personality or anything of the sort. More like two sides of the same unique coin. There is the gifted warrior whose valor and guts have carried him far at camp and through life, really. The warrior whose anger and temper knows only a few equals, all of whom are tied back to his legacy and the God of War, Ares. The warrior who proves time and time again that he isn't afraid to rise to the occasion when push comes to shove. Jackson shows very little fear and if he does show fear, he also displays a willingness to conquer said fear. He likes to push himself past his limits so that he might be able to figure out if they truly are his limits.

The other person that lives within him is the idiot that Hermes has for a son and that Tyler has for a brother. He is dim-witted and doesn't always think with his brain (implying he has one, right?). He is foolish, reckless, and above all else, tends to say things without really thinking what they actually mean. Or if he does know, he doesn't have the self-awareness to realize that what is coming out of his mouth is absolute garbage. Tying to how he likes to push his limits, sometimes Jackson doesn't know when to give up. Actually, he doesn't know the meaning of the word. He might have a silver-tongue, but he often uses it to get him and others into trouble, which might just be the reason why he has made frequent visits to the Big House and had private beratings meetings with Mr. D about his actions and how it's almost always him getting others into trouble.

Yeah, not his fault he likes to have fun in the name of fuck the rules.

But all of that aside, Jackson has a gentle soul and one that might be a bit of a romantic. He has an unique way of going about romance and might strike out more than he doesn't, but you can't say that he isn't earnest about what shots he shoots. As idiotic as he might be and as dumb he might appear to most (if not all) people he interacts with, Jackson is probably the most authentic person you'd meet at camp. He says what he means and means what he says. He's also one hell of a loyal friend. If you're going to the big house, you want someone who won't ever rat you out.

History

Jackson has never known a normal life. Not before he arrived at Camp Half-Blood and certainly not after the fact.

But to understand what this means, you first must know who Jackson really is. For one, he was not born to the name of Jackson Drake. That is simply a cover name -- an alias if that’s what you want to call it -- that his father bestowed upon him to hide him. He was born to the ninja clan of Himura, bearing the name Ryusuke.The Himura Clan serves Yamata no Orochi faithfully and unlike most, they receive benefits from the kami himself providing they provide the proper blood sacrifices. His mother is named Sayuri, who when she was just nineteen had a brief one night stand with Hermes, the Greek messenger of the Gods. It was when she was still very young and had a naive mindset, but it was one that was enough to bear them a child.

Their lives didn’t allow for him to be around long. He was gone the next day and Sayuri hid the truth about who the father of her son was from her husband, Kenji Himura. Kenji is a fierce warrior within the Himura Clan and the son of the head of the clan. Sayuri has been set to wed him in marriage, but that frightened her to the point where she fled from their village one night and that’s when she had her fling with Hermes. It all happened in the span of a fortnight and Sayuri returned to Kenji, apologizing for dishonoring him and his family. It was understood that she was allowed this time to think before the clan fully acknowledged her as Kenji’s wife.

As far as Sayuri’s story, that’s where it ended.

Fve years later she died of unknown causes, leaving behind a husband and her only son, Ryusuke.

Jackson didn’t have enough time with her to have her face in his mind always, but he could always hear her voice when he needed it. And her smile. He remembered her smile. Some of the village elders who knew Sayuri made sure he knew that. Those within the clan who weren’t afraid to speak of her whilst Kenji was nearby made sure Jackson heard stories of his mother. At the time, they knew him as Ryusuke. Ryusuke grew up hearing sweet murmurs of his mother’s gentle soul.

But some things weren’t meant to last. When he turned ten, as it was in the Himura Clan, or as most knew, The Order of the Blood Dragon, when heirs of the clan turned ten, they began their training. And Jackson could still remember the horrors he endured as a child in his dreams today: brutal stamina and endurance training that left him laying exhausted in the forest on the outskirts of his village, learning how to fight in brutal, unforgiving ways with the consequences of failing being even worse, and what could only be described as borderline child abuse with all of the beatings he took during training.

For five years, Jackson was forced to learn how to fight the Himura Way, which was unyielding and a very cowardly style of fighting. But in that, he learned the secret Himura fighting style of Chishiryaku-Ryu, or otherwise known as “The Way of the Assaulting Blood Dragon”. It is a deadly, dishonorable, malicious way of fighting that uses underhanded tactics and deceit to take advantage of an opponent or a group of an opponent to kill them in cowardly ways. It is the embodiment of the ninja way and still to this day, Jackson loathes it with every fiber in his being.

And as the torture continued, there came a night where Ryusuke was enlightened to a fact that he never knew but one that someone he had never met before made him aware of. It was not in a dream but hovering over his bed, he saw a man who he had never seen before float over him. He had never met this floating man before, yet somewhere deep inside him he felt an immediate connection to him. He was someone whom he could trust. He couldn’t explain it, but everything he said about how his mother died, Ryusuke knew he could believe him.

When the man told him about how his mother died of a poison that was manufactured by a rival clan, in it he came to know the dark truth about Kenji Himura. Deceitful and cruel, much like the way he trained every other member of the clan, so was the man who led it. The Floating Man urged Ryusuke to run and not confront, saying that he was not yet strong enough to fight off not only his father, but the entire clan of Himura. He hated it because, at that moment, as he lay in his bed, he seethed with rage. He wanted vengeance for the mother who was taken from him, but somewhere in him told him to think smart. Run now to fight another day. And he knew the Floating Man was right.

So when he ran.

But not before securing himself some parting gifts. He stole his father’s prized katana, shiruken, and armor. To him, if he could not have his revenge, he would do what he could by robbing his father of the material things that he grew up knowing Kenji Himura valued above almost everything in his life and especially more than his mother and him.

With the winged shoes, he found himself flying in the dead of night, but not just anywhere. At great speed, Ryusuke was flying over the Pacific Ocean. Though he was going at incredible speeds, he did not feel as though he was flying against the cold, arctic winds. He felt free for the first time.

And for the next five years, Ryusuke Himura no longer existed. For the next five years, he lived as Jackson Drake. No longer would he identify as Ryusuke, son of Kenji Himura. He would be Jackson Drake, Son of Hermes and as almost everyone would come to know, there would be a certain recklessness that this specific son of Hermes possessed. Certainly someone who didn’t know the meaning of restraint and lacks a certain awareness of his actions that could be perceived as impulsive and idiotic at times. Of course, these come mostly from observations made from Mr. D that he’s heard from various third parties.

Of course, Jackson disagrees vehemently with the old fart, but he wouldn’t dare tell that to his face.

One thing is certain, however. The Jackson Drake now is a far cry from who he was when he went by his birth name. He is stronger now, though the jury is still out on him being wiser than he was.

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"Nana korobi ya oki, Ryusuke. Endure trying times. Endure. Persevere. Because, like every night that transitions from dusk into dawn, this too shall pass." — Hachiman, Japanese God of War - Jackson’s Legacy

"Ryusuke, your soul and heart shine bright like the fire that I know you inherited from your father. Fly fast, my little dove but don’t forget to smell the blossoms when they bloom. You never know how long they may last." — Himura Sayuri, Jackson’s mother
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Cabin & Godly Parent

Cabin 11 || Hermes, Messenger of the Gods
_{∞ Bedroom
∞ TV & PS5 just pretend it's there
∞ Hawk Cage for Hayate and Yuri (placed in an isolated corner of his room)}

Legacy

Hachiman, Japanese God of War and Archery

Fatal Flaw

Reckless Abandon - When it comes to a fight or flight response to danger, Jackson’s first instinct is to always fight. Or more specifically, he defends. He is a defender at his core and because of this, regardless if a fight or obstacle is close to impossible to overcome, he will try for it anyways.

Weapons

Akaryuken - AKA the Red Dragon Sword - A ninjato, or ninja blade, that has been in the Himura Clan for generations, it has a uniquely-carved that resembles a dragon for a hilt. To its touch, it’s rough, but it is also weirdly smooth for JAckson to hold. It has a black hand handguard witht eh emblem of a dragon, again to symbolize the Himura CLan’s own crest. The blade itself is vastly different. For one, instead of being made of a mortal steel alloy, it was forged in the forge at camp, blessed with divine fire and celestial bronze and dipped in a binding color dye to give it the same silvery sheen that the original sword had.

It does not have any special abilities only that it is extremely sharp and Jackson wears on his back at all times. It’s partly because he has been trained to always carry a weapon on his back and he fears that one day he might be attacked by his father or men or creatures his father sends after him even though part of him knows this to be unlikely.

Dragon Armor - One of two prized possessions that Kenji Himura no longer has, this leather-based, steel and iron-reinforced armor is the symbol of the elite soldiers in the Himura Clan. It comes bearing what one might expect from a full ensemble armor set: a helm that covers every part of the face but the eyes, torso piece, shoulder piece, bracers, and gloves. It comes with lower parts that also include glaives, as well.

Originally, the armor was black and red. It looked like a soldier from Jigoku, bearing the emblem of the Himura Clan that was also the emblem of the eight-headed dragon-serpent. But when Jackson had it reforged, he made significant adjustments. The colors were swapped from red and black to more a more neutral grayish color. On the back, where the emblem of Orochi was now is the emblem of Hermes.

Dragon Helm - The helm of the armor is a silk base that’s reinforced with a leather covering and a protective metal covering around the eyes that is in the shape of a dragon’s mouth. It covers everything but Jackson’s eyes. Jackson’s personal touch was a scarf that also acts as the armor’s overall dormant form.
Armor - The armor itself is leather and cloth-based. It’s dark gray and form-fitting to Jackson’s lean physique. It covers every part of his body minus his arms. With reinforced metal to ensure maximum protection while not sacrificing mobility, there are two metal guards on the shoulder parts of the armor and two bracers that he wears on his wrists. The gloves are black and have a light metal for protection. On the bottom, in addition to being reinforced by the same metal as the torso portion does, there are six slot on both thighs for the six kunai knives that JAckson utilizes. The shin glaives are made from a similar mindset as the bracers were to ensure protection without any mobility compromises.

Demigod Abilities

Pertaining to Hermes
Enhanced speed
Because of his father, Hermes, Jackson can move at speeds that might be faster than other Demis at camp. This is due to Hermes himself being such a being that can travel between dimensions almost at frightening speeds. Jackson, however, his enhancements take a different, severely less potent form than his father’s. Although he is fast, he cannot teleport like one might think he can. He can dash quickly and move from point A to point B in record time. And he might hold the record for speed runs, but he certainly doesn’t match the blurring speeds that most children of Hermes might be able to.

In addition to having outrageous running speed, Jackson’s reflexes are above the average demigod. When it comes to landing on his feet after jumping from high places like the top of the Big House or of a very tall tree, he has cat-like reflexes that either allow him to land perfectly on his feet or superhero land with minimal recoil. While in battle or training, in addition to the refined fighting reflexes, it’s only gotten better since he’s been at camp. He has crazy accuracy with how he swings his sword and because of him being a legacy of Hachiman, his ability to fight is probably better than his brother Tyler’s (Jackson’s opinion of course).

Teleportation — Additionally, Jackson when he's running at full speed is able to enter a state where his entire body, to those not blessed with divine eyes, can move like a blur. He runs, jumps, hops, and even falls with style at a speed that reaches peak superhuman. Like the Flash, but not in red and gold...even though that does sound pretty sick.
Afterimage Technicque — A technique developed by himself thorugh training, Jackson has developed a fighting technique that allows him to create a false copy of himself, moving so fast that he distorts reality enough that a copy of himself appears only like a delayed reaction of the blurring speed he can travel at. The technique itself is imperfect and only has a 50-50 success rate.

Audiokinesis:
Jackson likes to think of himself as a born leader. Some might agree, especially with how dim-witted he may appear sometimes, but he has a certain way with people. It might be limited to people who think like himself, but he has the ability to persuade people even if he isn’t aware of it. Maybe it’s why he gets into trouble so many times, but with his silver tongue, he can make those who think like him come around to his way of thinking, which always tends to center around getting into trouble and breaking some rules.

Enhanced Theft Abilties
PArtly because of his divine DNA and the other half because he was trained since he could walk to be a literal shinobi, Jackson's ability to be as stealthy as one might expect a son of Hermes is to be expected. He may be a loud and obnoxious young man who appears to lack the grace it would take to successfully steal something, that just goes to show how good Jackson is at faking it (among other things).

Clauditiskinesis — When it comes to the actual stealing, if a lock be it on a door, safe, or something completely different (aka of mythical design), Jackson, probably like his siblings too, is able to tell what a lock is made out of and how to unlock it simply by touching it.
Lock Intuition - An extension is being able to disable curses and any form of booby traps in a lock, safe, or otherwise locked door or anything. If Jackson concentrates long enough, he may even be able to deactivate the curses but even he has found that takes more concentration he's able to muster on his own. It's something he would need the help of his siblings for.

Pertaining to Hachiman
Enhanced Instincts
Much like his legacy, Jackson posseses an innate ability to know when danger is looming its ugly head. Not too dissimilar than Spidey Sense. Jackson has always been a great judge of character. Not just because of the people and company he keeps but his ability to know when someone is giving off bad vibes or not has spoken a lot about his character, but it's always been more than that. Thanks to the gift given to him through the blessing of Hachiman, his reflexes are quicker, his ability to fight is better, and everything about his instincts are notched up to an eleven. There are certainly some drawbacks and in comparison to the natrually gifted children of war, Jackson still pales in comparison, but he's not far behind.

Hebi no Noroi - The Snake's Curse, otherwise known as The Curse of Yamata no Orochi
The Himura Family has long served the legendary eight-headed dragon serpent, Yamata no Orochi. Duitifully and loyally, they served the god. Offering him sacrifices, hosts for his evil will, and worst of all, killing in his name, but when Jackson fled, who was going to be the next host for his will, a few things happened, but the most important being: the curse that was imbedded in every single member of the family, with blood ties going back centuries, was activated in Jackson. The curse is the will manifesting in Jackson. It takes the form of the eight-headed snake tangled up. Every Winter and Summer Solstice, each head is untangled.

The curse occasionally will alter Jackson's personality. He becomes hostile, bitter, angry, and at times, cruel. Murderous urges manifest. The ways of the Himura Clan start to consume him and what would normally be a normal, sweet, albeit obnoxious young man, turns into a raging asshole. In addition, the curse also enhances his abilities but also removes his control over them. When he runs, he can go faster but he can't stop as easily. He'll crash at Mach-like speeds and it will result in injury: either to him or others. Any enhanced instincts blessed to him by Hachiman are masked because of the bloodlust he'll overcome.

But there's another thing about the curse. One that has been in the back of Jackson's mind. One day, he will die. This isn't an if scenario, but a when. The summer and winter solstice's entangle one head at a time and it's been ongoing for three years now. The curse manifested when he was sixteen. At the rate it's going, he only has one year left before he joins his mother in Takamagahara.

Non-Divine Abilities - note: some aspects are enhanced due to Godly parent, but these are just to list certain abilities attained from other means.

With his upbringing, Jackson (or Ryusuke in his past) has been trained as a ninja. He may have fled from his home and from his human father, but Jackson never forgot any of his training. Fusing it with his divine abilities, Jackson has more than abnormal reflexes and every time he fights (unsanctioned or not), it shows in his movements. Precision-based slashes, an accuracy that might even rival children of Apollo (if he were confident enough to state as much), and a general enhancement of most base, physical attributes are all present. His peak condition is only backed up by his divine DNA, though that didn’t play a part in most of what he’s capable of. In short, Jackson is a skilled fighter with the ability to show for it.

Despite all of his accomplishments, Jackson’s fighting abilities that he has worked so hard to refine in his six years at Camp Half-Blood is very much a stealth-based style and sometimes trying to overpower certain sons of Ares when he fights them is hard because he lacks that overwhelming bloodlust and general physique that they possess (looking at you Bran). Sometimes his desire to surpass his limits betray him.

Misc Information

🦅 Jackson is fluent in Japanese and Greek. He can go from one to the other in the snap of a finger and may even speak Greek with a Japanese accent and vice versa.
🦅 Jackson, in his own way, tries to honor where he comes from. He may terrible memories from his upbringing, but he is extremely proud of being Japanese. As a result of this, no shoes allowed in his room. He’s been attempting to extend it for the entire cabin, but he’s had no such luck.
🦅 Another way he honors his origins, albeit a bit more personal, has been planting Cherry Blossom Trees in the gardens. With the help of some to help accelerate the growth of the trees, Jackson has been able to visit the trees on his birthday.

🦅 Not everyone knows, but the real reason he planted them and has been proactive in helping the upkeep of the garden as a whole is because the cherry blossoms hold a special place in his heart due to his mother. She always loved watching them bloom every spring.
🦅 Jackson has also helped plant several lily plants, but specifically Japanese lilies that he goes to see in full bloom throughout the summer and fall.

🦅 Jackson wouldn’t consider himself a panty-chaser because let’s face it: that’s a little creepy. What he might call himself is an ultimate opportunist. He’ll shoot his shot with any girl that doesn’t completely reject him. Maybe it works out and they can have some fun and maybe he’ll get rejected flat out. He respects the hunt as much as he does boundaries.

🦅 If he does get rejected, the reason he may not see it right away isn’t because he tries to force it. It’s merely because Jackson can’t do subtle hints. He needs to be told straight up that he has no chance with someone.

🦅 Jackson is an action-focused hobbyist. Whether this is watching martial arts films such as those from Hong Kong, old samurai movies, or even action anime like Naruto and Dragon Ball Z, he eats that shit up.
🦅 Something nobody might see coming, but Jackson fancies himself a dear friend of the Aphrodite kids. Maybe it’s the overwhelming female presence or maybe it’s because the hottest girls hang around it and he’s just trying to score.

🦅 Okay but seriously, the real reason is deeper than that, but also simpler. He likes to have input on his ootd. He needs to know if what he chooses to wear on a specific day is going to be a hit or miss.

🦅 There are two certainties in Jackson’s day-to-day life. Him spending too much time with his two bird pets, Hayate, a Japanese Sparrowhawk and Yuri, a white dove, and that Jackson, Atlas Rossi, and Soleil Jameson are almost always up to no good like they’re the fucking Weasley Twins. They may even solemnly swear!
🦅 Another big hobby of Jackson’s that he’s somewhat obsessed with parkour and the art of free-running. He’s naturally acrobatic and agile, so he has also trained his body to naturally flip, trot, jump, gallop, wall run and wall jump. He doe sit throughout the entire forest in early mornings. It’s how he gets in his workout.
🦅 Jackson’s music tastes is a bit out there and dated. He can go from hardcore metal to Adele to Creed to some random anime op.

🦅 And yes he plays it very loudly.

🦅 Jackson fancies himself a hobbyist cook. It's not something he's a pro at, but he's at the same level as most Tik Tok "chefs" are. Most of what he knows how to do was learned by watching Foodtubers and a lot of trial and error.

🦅 In addition to cooking, Jackson regularly has afternoon tea at the Hermes cabin. Whether his siblings want to join him is always up to him, but it brings him a weird peace.

What is your Roman Empire..?

There's a few things, but one of my favorites is, in general, Johnny Yong Bosch.

His career and the trajectory he's had with his life story, too, is very facsinating to me.

Everyone knows he got his start on Mighty Morphin Power Rangers as the second black ranger, Adam Park. We also know him as the voice of many anime characters for their various english dubs (Lelouch from Code Geass, Renton Thurston from Eureka 7, and Ichigo Kurosaki from Bleach). A lesser known tidbit is his humble, but sadly not very successful musician career with his band Eyeshine and now more recently, Where Giants Fall. But what a lot of people don't know is he taught himself how to play the guitar, how to sing. He met the longtime drummer of his band, Eyeshine, while at church. They formed the band, got a small demo put-together, ended up getting a full band and released their first album. The band had a good amount of lineup changes, but ended up finding stability with Polo Yazaki as the main lead guitarist.

What not a lot of people know is Johnny actually sniped him from another band while they were touring . It's actually hilarious because Polo is the only other member of Where Giants Fall.

There's a lot more about it, especially some of the real life troubles Johnny had post-power rangers and how, for a while, his entire life was in trash bags. sleeping on couches of friends.

<Snipped quote by Vlad Tepes>

@AlteredTundra Did you know about this..? O-O

@LezBeHonest

Yes I do and I can also go on a tangent about how effed up that entire situation was and how easily it could've been avoided if certain things had happened that didn't.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I believe wholeheartedly with my chest that black olives are superior to green olives.

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I was literally typing something and then it goes and shits itself to Tartarus

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Fucking discord

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