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Lets change this status for once. Still always down for potter stories, but branching out! Started a new year with a new writing journey. Should be interesting.
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Lets change this status for once. Still always down for potter stories, but branching out! Started a new year with a new writing journey. Should be interesting.
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I'm sort of an addict for Harry Potter. If you ever want to do an RP... I will be down almost 99% of the time. :D
9 yrs ago
RIP Alan Rickman, best actor for the best character.
Location: The Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood; New York. Interactions: Mikhael Kravchenko @The Man Emperor , Elias Schneider @Metztli
For an infirmary to run effectively, it needed communication. Not just with the various shifts of Healers, but also with those that could make medicine, provide ambrosia, bandages, and most of Lukas's day after second rounds were spent doing inventory requests and supply management. He had exactly five i-pads open on his desk and each of them had almost ten tabs of inventory and what supplies they were critically short on. He was unsure what was being given to the quest goers, but he was playing on the safe side and assuming everything those in the supply room could spare. It was a fight Lukas wasn't willing to get into, the use of supplies in that manner. They -would- need them, but it was Lukas's responsibility to ensure they could be replaced. It was a thankless job for sure, and he was unsure anyone else knew just how important it was.
But it was done for the day at least, and now he could mostly relax. He closed his office door and locked it, testing it to ensure that it was good and then turning around, almost running directly into another Camper. The other Camper, not paying as much attention softly ran into Lukas and the Son of Apollo had to brace against his office door to stay upright. Lukas was just about to give a lecture when he noticed who it was.
If there was any other camper within Camp Half-Blood that was as busy as Lukas it was Mikhael. The son of Asclepius was a seasoned Healer and a good creator of Medications which meant he was also one of Lukas's favorite people and his one of four administration. "Extremely busy as always. That's not a bad idea, or perhaps another Infirmary that we could staff with our better trauma Healers near the course itself? Run me down a list of pros and cons for both ideas? We'll talk about it in our next admin meeting. Oh, and with the quest, I have us drastically short on a few medications, namely azithromycin and antiviral medicines like ribavirin. Is it possible for you to make some of those? Or should I order more in bulk?"
Lukas was in full admin mode and as such when Elias came up to him and Mikhael the boy didn't even notice him until the Son of Ares spoke and Lukas had to take a deep breath and swallowed to keep from blushing. Of course, it was this guy. Elias was that sort of boy that Lukas watched from afar, which sounded much creepier than it really was. Elias just had that vibe about him that he was hard to get and Lukas didn't think he had much of a shot, plus Lukas currently had his eyes dead-set on someone else so he just looked from a distance, admiring the confidence and strength of the Son of Ares.
Eventually, Lukas managed to find his voice and maneuvered one of the five i-pads up from the bottom. He began pressing a few buttons and then frowned. "If she was here, I don't have her charts uploaded yet so she either is still here or JUST left and the Healer hasn't had time to input the interaction yet. Sorry, don't seem to be much help to you. I could help you look?" He raised an eyebrow, eyes darting to Mikhael to let the boy know he hadn't forgotten about him either.
Body Type:β Lean β Toned β Wiry β Ectomorph
Body Marks:β On his right arm is a tattoo of Nemesis' wheel with Pluto's sigil above. The mark SPQR is right below followed by eight line marks. Other than this he has 50 other individual tattoo's. He makes a habit of getting a new one after a particularly decent fight or battle. Or when his Cohort brings honor.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Very happily taken.
Crushes:β He already has the best
Current:β Octavia RamΓrez-Arellano
Past:β None
F A M I L Y
Father:Aelius Lucius Hale
Mother:Nemesis (Goddess of Retribution and Vengeance)
Siblings:β None that he's aware of.
L E G A C Y
Pluto/Hades (King of the Underworld)
P E T S
β Tiberius; a Black German Shepherd β Azora; a Black Maine Coon
O T H E R
β Detailed Relationships
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βWarfare βSquad Tactics βDueling βSparring βWar-games βOrganization, and Drill βAny kind of gaming βMovies (War and Action) βTattoos βPartying after a long day of training βHunting βTeaching combat skills
D I S L I K E S
βPeople who underestimate him βAnyone who keeps him from training in any way βThose who judge only based off appearances βGreek Superiority complexes βDisarray, and disorganization in the formation βAnyone who relies on anything other than hard work and dedication. βFeeling lost and unsure of what to do βTitanspawn of any kind β'Honor' Duels, just don't βDisrespect to himself or any other in authority βThe Nickname Lucy βBeing away from Octavia
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What can one say, inside every blood-thirsty warrior there's also a deep and complicated web of emotions and thoughts that make them up. It's no different for Elias, more so even with his current predicament. The Son of Nemesis' most seen trait is his Pride. He takes pride in his appearance, his abilities, and his life. You could say he was a bit too prideful and you'd be right but it's a work in progress and while Pride may be what you see first about him, it's quickly taken under surface by a myriad of other traits that make up the Praetor.
Such as the fact that he's actually rather likeable and easy to talk with. He has a straightforwardness about him that has him able to speak his mind to anyone without worrying about what the other thinks. He's secure about himself, uncaring about what other people think of him, aside from underestimating him in battle that is. He's a firm leader, very strict but very fair. He cares for anyone and everyone under him and can be counted on to show up to any situation asked of him.
In larger scale social situations he executes a very simple laissez-faire attitude, preferring to make witty comments in the back and stay out of the spotlight since he commands so much attention when in combat mode. He loves to relax and not be in charge for a bit. He's a puzzle piece that you have to carefully put in place lest he lose his patience.
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The life of a Legionnaire isn't for everyone. Being born and raised in New Rome no one knew that more than Aurelius Hale. His father, a graduate of Camp Jupiter and Centurion for his last ten years had barely made it himself when he started out. But perseveerance and determination to get better drove the man and he ended up a consort of Nemesis herself. The Goddess had been impressed with the work that Elias' father put in and his ability to rise through the ranks despite luck seeming to be against him. She admitted that she put those obstacles in his way as tests and that he had passed with flying colors. The two of them had a love like a burning bonfire, very intense and easily spotted before burning out and leaving a lot of ashes. For nine months the two had a love that was like no other and then, Aurelius Lucius Hale was born into the world.
Nemesis, knowing that her desires to remain and perhaps even be a family was fruitless gave her sorrowful goodbye and let the love of her current life know she would be watching. Knowing that he was a demi-god, the entire city of New Rome took to the age old saying of 'it takes a village to raise a child.' Aelius was able to get a job while the wives and mothers of current campers took care of him. He was raised a proper and proud son of New Rome and took to his upbringing well. He was highly energetic and very inquisitive as a boy and none of the 'village' discouraged such.
When Aurelius was Eight years old, far younger than most, he was taken to the Wolf House where he spent much time with Lupa. The wolf taught him much and saw within him quite a potential. Seeing as he would simply be preparing himself for camp in New Rome anyway, he was accepted into the Legion. Even at a young age, the boy excelled in the harsh, strict, and merciless training program. He wasn't exactly strong but he was very fast and he used that to manipulate those that underestimated him into making mistakes. He took to tactics quickly and by the time he was ten he had impressed not only his instructors but his peers.
This respect was only furthered when Elias was chosen by Pluto and granted the King of the Underworld's Legacy. With Pluto marking him and Nemesis' blood running through his veins Aurelius was a name that everyone knew in Camp Jupiter. And they would continue knowing it all throughout the next seven years, the boy progressing to Centurion, Senator, and then Praetor alongside his current love, Octavia. Under their leadership, the Legion and Camp Jupiter prospered, but when Octavia left for Camp Half Blood, Elias felt like a part of himself was missing as well. He got along fine in camp, but it was different and he eventually convinced his mother to allow him to enroll in Camp Half Blood as well... He would do anything for Octavia, even suffer the Greeks if he had to.
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C A B I N
Cabin Twenty β§Ώ Nemesis ( Greek goddess of balance, retribution, and vengeance)
S T A T U S
Full-Time Camper
T I M E A T C A M P
None (Nine in Camp Jupiter) β Has collected no beads (Nine hash marks) β Just Arrived
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β None as of yet
W E A P O N S
β Naegling - Imperial Gold Spatha (Disguised as a coin) β Vrangr - Stygian Iron Sword, a Gift from Pluto (Disguised as a ring) β Pugio Dagger β Hasta Infantry Spear β Small Pilium β Praetor Armor
A B I L I T I E S
Aurelius' abilities include: Tychokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Phobikinesis, & The Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance
Tychokinesis : Ϋ΅ While his mother is Nemesis, Relus's ability in Tychokinesis is rather tame. It's entirely passive, affecting those in combat with him. If anyone attempts to use luck to manipulate their odds in a battle with Relus involved Nemesis's gift will activate to counter it. Likewise, if someone attempts to plague Relus with bad luck, Nemesis's gift will again counter.
Phobikinesis : Ϋ΅ An extremely weak version of the power, Relus is able to mostly intimidate monsters. The ability tends to grow stronger the more Relus fights and when he comes closer to winning. This ability is Relus's weakest.
Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance : Ϋ΅ Another mostly passive power granted by Nemesis. This ability allows Aurelius to gain strength and power against someone who has wronged him, harmed him, or has broken a pact of some sort either by cheating or lying.
Umbrakinesis : Ϋ΅ The stronger power granted to Aurelius by his mother it is also the power given to him when he was chosen by Pluto. Aurelius's control over the Shadows is complete and powerful. Relus mostly uses it to control the fighting field around him. Making walls, signaling out enemies, creating a funnel, or protecting a weak spot. He can so step in and out of those Shadows and 'port' to a location he can see. To do this takes great concentration and takes immense effort to do in combat, and his current record is four jumps in battle scenarios. Finally, Relus is able to create barriers and shields of darkness.
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Aurelius is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Latin, Greek, and French.
Taught himself Greek Arms, Armor, and tactics.
Is an experienced mounted combatant.
Has a close relationship with his mother and Legacy.
Is closer to his Legacy than his godly mother. But loves each of them.
He's never had many siblings so he takes a big brother approach to younger campers.
Tends to dress in Dark purples or blues with gold accents.
Is a prodigal duelist and excels in fights he can control.
Location: The Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood; New York. Interactions: None
"No! No, no, no, NO!" The sound of a medium pitched tenor voice echoes from the storage room within the Infirmary of Camp Half-blood. "This one goes there, THAT one goes there right?!" Within the storage room the owner of the voice points his finger dramatically to the top of a storage box and then to the bottom. One of the more junior healers winces and nods before rapidly replacing his failed inventory. He gives a sheepish smile to the older boy and looks outside the door.
"Sorry about that Lukas, I always mess those up. No excuse though." The young camper states, still with that sheepish smile on his face. Lukas rolls his eyes and gestures his dismissal.
"It's fine Trevor, but I will point it out every time until you get it right. You're good to end your shift, but make sure to practice your bandaging. It was sloppy today, but I think you have a general idea. Enough to practice at least. Expect to be tested on it." Lukas gives the lad a wink and then pushes him off towards the door.
Now left alone, Lukas fixes a few other issues with the organization and then walks out, taking the familiar path into the room. He oversees the current patients and their respective treatments, meets with one of his Senior Healers, and then heals a more critical ankle fracture. Hours later the son of Apollo manages to enter his office and takes a breath of relief as he is finally able to relax. Upon the desk is a memo giving him the heads up of a quest being taken and that those chosen would need to pick a day for their screenings. Lukas raises an eyebrow and curiosity takes hold of him as he considers what kind of quest was given out.
Far too soon his break was over and he was back out into work mode. He stopped by every cot, sitting and talking with those wounded, giving some more pain medication and checking vitals. But mostly getting to know them more. His last ward, a son of Athena smiled up to him and nodded to a chess-board. Lukas chuckles and kneels down to take the boy's hand and checks how he was healing and nods to himself, content with the current treatment the boys healer was applying. "Afternoon Liam, looks like your healing up good. I would say another day here and then you can be released. Now, as for this game. I'm pretty sure I got this." Lukas moves his rook to check the opposing King and Liam gives a knowing smile before blocking the attack and check-mating Lukas. The healer just sat stunned and then laughs musically. "Alright, alright. 0 for 4 me. Set up the next game. I'm winning at least one." Liam laughs as well and begins setting the board back to its starting position as Lukas exits the main floor and heads outside.
He is greeted with a stretcher being led into the infirmary and Luke takes on the case himself. "Talk to me, what happened." The stretcher-bearer at the front huffs out through heavy breaths.
"15-year-old female camper fell from the top of the climbing tower after making it up. Blood pressure is way up, and Heart-rate is currently 190." Lukas nods a few times and takes a hold of the girl's hand, getting a list of her injuries and wincing a bit. He points to the reserve spot for heavy trauma and shrugged out of his coat.
He gestures for everyone to step back. "Not enough time for conventional treatment, the fall caused head trauma. There's a Bleed that I need to stop." He says nothing further but clasps his left hand upon the patient's left shoulder while his right continues to hold her hand. Lukas furrows his eyebrows as he enters a deep focus. After ten minutes of what looks like nothing on the surface, Lukas opens his eyes and looks to his second. "The bleed is secure. I'm going to start healing now, you go over the superficial wounds inferior while I focus on the superior injuries." The two medics go to work and the sound of Greek Hymns fills the area, Lukas humming and as he does so his skin begins to brighten just slightly and his eyes turn golden. It takes less time than one might think, using two healers and having one with Lukas' potency. The girl stirs and wakes just as they were moving her to a cot. Lukas glances up at his team and nods. "Not bad, make sure she's monitored for the next few days, but she should be fine. I'll check in later."
At his dismissal, everyone scatters to get busy once again. There was always some sort of healing going on, some emergency being handled and Lukas wouldn't have it any other way. It was just another day in Camp Half-Blood.
β Sunny; a black-spotted Bengal cat β Poe; Raven from Apollo β Gyr; Hawk from Apollo
O T H E R
β Detailed Relationships
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βAnything and everything to do with music βStudying and researching medicine βOrganization, order, control βTrying new and different things. He'll try anything at least once βTraining with his Spear and Shield or bow βHelping others succeed, caring for injuries βAny kind of gaming. (Is always the healer or support) βSunny days in any temperature βPlaying Chess against children of Athena βTalking people through problems or issues βWatching medical dramas, or binge watching them βAny and all forms of coffee. None of that decaf though
D I S L I K E S
βDisrespect of medical facilities βAnyone who says "I'm fine" after an injury without treatment βAll who wish harm on others for no reason βDecaf coffee, why ruin coffee? βDisorganization, especially in the medical tent βMedics who think they're children of Ares βConsuming alcohol or drugs not related to medicine βChasing down campers to force them to take medication βBeing told he doesn't care about his patients βTalking about his past before camp βGoogle medical degree self diagnose experts βTotal Darkness
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Though so is everyone when you get down to brass tacks. Lukas is a mesh of a few of his biggest influencers. His mother, his step-parents, teachers, and the campers of Half-blood. He's a very affable person, willing to give anyone a moment of his time to talk to and listen to what they have to say, although he doesn't go out of his way to talk to others unless they look like they could use the company. He plays at the edges of conversation, attentive and polite but non-engaging until directly addressed. He likes to find his place in a conversation before jumping in and takes stock of everyone else first. He doesnβt like the spotlight, preferring others to shine.
He's the honest type, not to a brutal level but he was raised to tell the truth and doesn't see the good in telling someone a lie. However, he isn't naive and can navigate white lies well enough. For the big stuff, he has a simple philosophy. He would rather someone tell him the truth than spare his feelings. To him, if he found out later it would make the situation worse knowing a friend told him something to protect his feelings.
As stated before Lukas prefers to skirt the edges of conversation which means he neither likes nor covets being the center of attention and as a result isn't really very assertive nor a push-over. Neither a leader nor a follower Lukas does his best to articulate his opinion on a situation and is very comfortable allowing someone else to make the final call, though he will argue his points if he believes in them strongly enough. He's a bit of an enigma with those things and can make larger groups complicated for him if thereβs not a regimented pecking order.
Lukas had a brief run-in with depression during his younger pre-teen years where he spent a lot of time on the street hustling and doing what he could to get by. He suffered greatly and was forced to grow up quickly. It used to be one of his greatest flaws and he still sometimes struggles with it though now he is a lot more secure about himself and focuses on that instead of the past. This also can be a detriment as he closes off when he does this, hyper-focusing on one issue to get through whatever triggered him.
Speaking of closing off, Lukas is quite an escapist when it comes to things he can't control. He was raised, when he was finally escorted to camp, in strict rules settings and when he was a young teen he rebelled heavily at every rule possible. He matured out of the tantrums and rule-breaking quickly though and instead started using music as a form of escapism when the world got too stressful or the walls started to close in. He has since evolved into using daydreams, and a form of meditation by watching others succeed.
Lukas skirts the line for the most part when it comes to his outward show of agreeableness. While overall cooperative, he can get quite competitive as well, a need to prove himself manifesting from his childhood along with a shot of not wanting to let his family down. He's tactful and edges over the line to be too agreeable, as he does care a bit too much what others think of him and how he presents himself. He's used to bullies, but it's the people that seem like they're friendly that he focuses on. What do they really think of him? This feeling isn't overwhelming but always in the back of his mind as a thought during social engagements.
He is a very neat person, taking pride in the organization, cleanliness, and structure of all his activities. His room is almost always spotless and that is mirrored in his appearance, work, sports, and really all of his doings. While not to the level of someone with OCD, Lukas does have a system and can be thrown off if that system is disrupted or disturbed. He can often time be seen tidying up the Apollo cabin or the medical facilities.
Lukas is also an extremely sympathetic person, and his ability to be empathetic is far beyond his years. He respects even those that bully him or have bullied him and does his best not to judge. Temper sometimes gets the better of him and he will defend himself but he tends to feel bad about it later and always tries to mend broken fences instead of leaving planks laying on the ground. He's highly analytical and likes to think of the many reasons why something occurred instead of allowing his emotions to boil over. He's not perfect though, and when he does lose control it takes a bit to regain it, almost like a solar flare. Heβs extremely neutral, trying to make all sides of an argument feel like theyβve βwonβ and his ability to mediate is unnatural.
Speaking of anger though, Lukas for the most part rarely does get angry. A combination of his empathy and analytical mind. Throw in a few other ingredients such as his escapist attitude and control over himself and you have a relatively stable and cooled-down person. Donβt let that fool you, however, though hard to do if you do manage to piss off this child of Apollo, you had better prepare your aloe-vera and sunblock because you will get burned.
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In Germany, there is a lovely city of Cologne and within that city exists the neighborhood of Deutz. Within this neighborhood resides the Cresswell family, a family of professors, archaeologists, researchers, and academics. The Cresswell family prided themselves on being multi-cultured, boasting bloodlines to Norse, Greek, and Roman figures in history. This rich bloodline is what prompted the family business to be so heavily engrained into studying that rich history. One member however was going to get so much more. While on a dig in Greece, Claire Cresswell would meet one of the most charming and beautiful men she had ever met. She was entirely swept off her feet and after a few more drinks, some final comments, and an entire night spent under the stars and well... The rest is history.
Claire ended up becoming pregnant after the engagement. She knew that the child was special, knew somehow that the man she had been with was someone more. She was proven correct when the God visited her in Germany, a surprise visit to spend more time with this mortal he quite enjoyed time with. He hadn't been surprised to see she was pregnant and the two spent the entire week together, other than his quick absences to deal with 'business'. Knowing all of this made Claire not only grateful but willing to be a single mother with the promise of Apollo visiting when possible. She wasn't naive and knew that it would mostly be a solo job but so long as her child knew their father she would be content.
Lukas was born eight months later with no complications and radiating health. The doctors were even perplexed at how easy the birth had gone and studied the case for years to come, finding nothing. Lukas was moved to the Cresswell Manse a week later and began living life, which for a baby meant three things really. The picture of health followed him, and he grew from baby to toddler to pre-schooler. Lukas was a bright and energetic child, always having the energy to do some activity. And once he learned to walk, it was over for the poor young mother and the other members of the family, forced to chase the boy around the park.
Life was good but like all other good things, it eventually had to come down. Lukas was eight years old when Cresswell Manse caught fire and destroyed so much. Lukas was helped out by his nanny but his mother, along with most others perished from the fire or complications of smoke inhalation soon after. Out of the five Cresswell family members living in the Manse, one survived and was recovering from heavy burns in the hospital. Care of Lukas was transferred to a cadet branch of the family in New York.
The change was striking for the once carefree and life-loving boy. He took to silence mostly, keeping his thoughts to himself only speaking if directly spoken to or questioned. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to heal. It took three years to get back to a semblance of what he was but once again the fates seemed to be against him. His Aunt and Uncle were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver on their way home from a show in the city. Lukas was once again taken from the home and placed with a foster family until other arrangements could be formed. On the first night, the eleven-year-old ran away. It was a mistake of course, but for young Lukas, he just needed to get away.
It took time to adjust to life on the street. It was the worst time in his life, but he got through it. He was arrested on his Twelfth birthday and taken to the county juvenile center. Instead of the foster agency coming to get him, Lukas was given to his father... The introduction to the God of the Sun was a complicated mess of emotions and Lukas blew up on the God, almost literally, his powers beginning to manifest now that Apollo claimed him fully. It was quick which would tell anyone who knew young Demi-gods just how pissed off the boy was. All Apollo did was to place a hand on the lad's shoulder and suddenly everything seemed so much better. Apollo spent the rest of the day talking and speaking before meeting with his sister Artemis and a few of her huntresses in Central Park. Father and son take a final moment before the huntresses escort him to Camp Half-blood.
Once at camp, Lukas kept mostly to himself, becoming a rebel and bucking rules. A problem child he gave more than one Councillor and instructor headaches and had many people worried about him. But time is the ultimate healer and the routine of camp life helped scar over the rough patch and year after year Lukas got better and better. Even now, at Seventeen years of age, he hasn't totally gotten rid of everything. But with maturity comes closure and better ways of coping. Lukas just hopes that it's enough.
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C A B I N
Cabin Eleven β§Ώ Apollo (God of prophecy & oracles, music, song & poetry, archery, healing, plague & disease, & the protection of the young)
S T A T U S
Full-Time Camper
T I M E A T C A M P
Four Years β Has collected four beads β Arrived when he was twelve
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β Head Medic of the Infirmary
W E A P O N S
β Alvitr and Goldscale - Spear/Shield combo (Disguased as a watch) β Heartstrike - Recurve Bow (No disguise)
Biokinesis : Ϋ΅ Inheriting his father's ability in Biokinesis, this is Lukas's strongest ability by far. Within Biokinesis he is proficient in three sub-categories. First is the control and formation of disease: With this subpower Lukas can eliminate disease from a patient he is able to touch, or inflict them using the same method or by creating a physical application for his arrows. He is also able to create new diseases. His second subpower is Hemokinesis: Lukas is able to slow or quicken blood flow, can stop it with intense concentration, and can change its makeup. Essentially allowing anyone to be a universal donor. His third and final Subpower and by far the strongest is Vitakinesis: His ability to heal is influenced by more than just his father, his Norse Legacy coming into play to strengthen the potency. With a physical touch Lukas is able to sense current ailments and injuries on his patient and then with a whispered prayer and music he can restore the patient back to optimum health, without scarring or residual damage. This ability is Lukas's most used, explored, and trained power. When healing his skin gains a slight golden hue and his pupils turn to a golden amber color. It should be noted that Lukas's healing lowers in potency during the night or within locations such as the Underworld cut off from the Light. Within these location his healing takes a toll on his own life force.
Archery : Ϋ΅ Like most other children of Apollo, Lukas's Archery is on point as is his ability to shoot a basketball, throw a football, baseball, or any other ranged projectile. He is nowhere near on par with his siblings when it comes to his power, however, but ahead of many others. His bow is his go-to weapon should he be required to fight.
Musical Aptitude : Ϋ΅ Lukas has the ability to pick up any instrument and instantly know how to play it. He has perfect pitch, a deep knowledge of musical theory, and an amazing singing voice that all comes naturally to him. He hardly needs to practice. His aptitude also allows for anyone who listens to hear what they would like even if he was singing or playing something else entirely. This ability is also known to be able to induce slight emotion based on the hearer is feeling at the time and what they hear.
Photokinesis : Ϋ΅ A limited power for Lukas, but one that at times can be potent. The general application is that Lukas always seems to have a natural tan whether he spends time in the sun or not. His skin has a golden sheen of health surrounding it and can appear bronze-like in direct sunlight. His hair can sometimes be described as sun-like or 'waves of gold'. The active application is Lukas's ability to store the sunlight in his body and release it in a large burst around him. Lukas has no control over this power whatsoever and it has only manifested in times of emotional turmoil for him, or when he grows angry.
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Lukas is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also German, Greek, and is learning Spanish.
Can't stand Snakes due to a Curse on the Apollo kids.
Is known to be able to quote any Monty Python skit from memory with voices.
Secretly loves playing tank roles in games.
Goes above and beyond for the younger campers.
He loves performing for people.
Will randomly break into song, usually Disney-related.
Body Type:β Lean β Toned β Wiry β Ectomorph
Body Marks:β On his right arm is a tattoo of Nemesis' wheel with Pluto's sigil above. The mark SPQR is right below followed by eight line marks. Other than this he has 50 other individual tattoo's. He makes a habit of getting a new one after a particularly decent fight or battle. Or when his Cohort brings honor.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Very happily taken.
Crushes:β He already has the best
Current:β Octavia RamΓrez-Arellano
Past:β None
F A M I L Y
Father:Aelius Lucius Hale
Mother:Nemesis (Goddess of Retribution and Vengeance)
Siblings:β None that he's aware of.
L E G A C Y
Pluto/Hades (King of the Underworld)
P E T S
β Tiberius; a Black German Shepherd β Azora; a Black Maine Coon
O T H E R
β Detailed Relationships
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βWarfare βSquad Tactics βDueling βSparring βWar-games βOrganization, and Drill βAny kind of gaming βMovies (War and Action) βTattoos βPartying after a long day of training βHunting βTeaching combat skills
D I S L I K E S
βPeople who underestimate him βAnyone who keeps him from training in any way βThose who judge only based off appearances βGreek Superiority complexes βDisarray, and disorganization in the formation βAnyone who relies on anything other than hard work and dedication. βFeeling lost and unsure of what to do βTitanspawn of any kind β'Honor' Duels, just don't βDisrespect to himself or any other in authority βThe Nickname Lucy βBeing away from Octavia
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What can one say, inside every blood-thirsty warrior there's also a deep and complicated web of emotions and thoughts that make them up. It's no different for Elias, more so even with his current predicament. The Son of Nemesis's most seen trait is his Pride. He takes pride in his appearance, his abilities, and his life. You could say he was a bit too prideful and you'd be right but it's a work in progress and while Pride may be what you see first about him, it's quickly taken under surface by a myriad of other traits that make up the Praetor.
Such as the fact that he's actually rather likable and easy to talk with. He has a straightforwardness about him that has him able to speak his mind to anyone without worrying about what the other thinks. He's secure about himself, uncaring about what other people think of him, aside from underestimating him in a battle that is. He's a firm leader, very strict but very fair. He cares for anyone and everyone under him and can be counted on to show up to any situation asked of him.
In larger-scale social situations, he executes a very simple laissez-faire attitude, preferring to make witty comments in the back and stay out of the spotlight since he commands so much attention when in combat mode. He loves to relax and not be in charge for a bit. He's a puzzle piece that you have to carefully put in place lest he loses his patience.
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The life of a Legionnaire isn't for everyone. Being born and raised in New Rome no one knew that more than Aurelius Hale. His father, a graduate of Camp Jupiter and Centurion for his last ten years had barely made it himself when he started out. But perseverance and determination to get better drove the man and he ended up a consort of Nemesis herself. The Goddess had been impressed with the work that Elias' father put in and his ability to rise through the ranks despite luck seeming to be against him. She admitted that she put those obstacles in his way as tests and that he had passed with flying colors. The two of them had a love like a burning bonfire, very intense and easily spotted before burning out and leaving a lot of ashes. For nine months the two had a love that was like no other and then, Aurelius Lucius Hale was born into the world.
Nemesis, knowing that her desires to remain and perhaps even be a family were fruitless gave her sorrowful goodbye and let the love of her current life know she would be watching. Knowing that he was a demi-god, the entire city of New Rome took to the age-old saying of 'it takes a village to raise a child.' Aelius was able to get a job while the wives and mothers of current campers took care of him. He was raised a proper and proud son of New Rome and took to his upbringing well. He was highly energetic and very inquisitive as a boy and none of the 'village' discouraged such.
When Aurelius was Eight years old, far younger than most, he was taken to the Wolf House where he spent much time with Lupa. The wolf taught him much and saw within him quite a potential. Seeing as he would simply be preparing himself for camp in New Rome anyway, he was accepted into the Legion. Even at a young age, the boy excelled in the harsh, strict, and merciless training program. He wasn't exactly strong but he was very fast and he used that to manipulate those that underestimated him into making mistakes. He took to tactics quickly and by the time he was ten he had impressed not only his instructors but his peers.
This respect was only furthered when Elias was chosen by Pluto and granted the King of the Underworld's Legacy. With Pluto marking him and Nemesis' blood running through his veins Aurelius was a name that everyone knew in Camp Jupiter. And they would continue knowing it all throughout the next seven years, the boy progressing to Centurion, Senator, and then Praetor alongside his current love, Octavia. Under their leadership, the Legion and Camp Jupiter prospered, but when Octavia left for Camp Half-Blood, Elias felt like a part of himself was missing as well. He got along fine in camp, but it was different and he eventually convinced his mother to allow him to enroll in Camp Half-Blood as well... He would do anything for Octavia, even suffer the Greeks if he had to.
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C A B I N
Cabin Twenty β§Ώ Nemesis ( Greek goddess of balance, retribution, and vengeance)
S T A T U S
Full-Time Camper
T I M E A T C A M P
None (Nine in Camp Jupiter) β Has collected no beads (Nine hash marks) β Just Arrived
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β None as of yet
W E A P O N S
β Naegling - Imperial Gold Spatha (Disguised as a coin) β Vrangr - Stygian Iron Sword, a Gift from Pluto (Disguised as a ring) β Pugio Dagger β Hasta Infantry Spear β Small Pilium β Praetor Armor
A B I L I T I E S
Aurelius' abilities include: Tychokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Phobikinesis, & The Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance
Tychokinesis : Ϋ΅ While his mother is Nemesis, Relus's ability in Tychokinesis is rather tame. It's entirely passive, affecting those in combat with him. If anyone attempts to use luck to manipulate their odds in a battle with Relus involved Nemesis's gift will activate to counter it. Likewise, if someone attempts to plague Relus with bad luck, Nemesis's gift will again counter.
Phobikinesis : Ϋ΅ An extremely weak version of the power, Relus is able to mostly intimidate monsters. The ability tends to grow stronger the more Relus fights and when he comes closer to winning. This ability is Relus's weakest.
Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance : Ϋ΅ Another mostly passive power granted by Nemesis. This ability allows Aurelius to gain strength and power against someone who has wronged him, harmed him, or has broken a pact of some sort either by cheating or lying.
Umbrakinesis : Ϋ΅ The stronger power granted to Aurelius by his mother it is also the power given to him when he was chosen by Pluto. Aurelius's control over the Shadows is complete and powerful. Relus mostly uses it to control the fighting field around him. Making walls, signaling out enemies, creating a funnel, or protecting a weak spot. He can so step in and out of those Shadows and 'port' to a location he can see. To do this takes great concentration and takes immense effort to do in combat, and his current record is four jumps in battle scenarios. Finally, Relus is able to create barriers and shields of darkness.
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Aurelius is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Latin, Greek, and French.
Taught himself Greek Arms, Armor, and tactics.
Is an experienced mounted combatant.
Has a close relationship with his mother and Legacy.
Is closer to his Legacy than his godly mother. But loves each of them.
He's never had many siblings so he takes a big brother approach to younger campers.
Tends to dress in Dark purples or blues with gold accents.
Is a prodigal duelist and excels in fights he can control.
Body Type:β Lean β Toned β Wiry β Mesomorph
Body Marks:β Small tattoo of a raven on his right forearm.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Single.
Crushes:β None
Current:β None
Past:β A few flings, nothing serious.
F A M I L Y
Father:Hypnos (God of Sleep)
Mother:Catherine Aparo
Siblings:β None that he's aware of.
L E G A C Y
Odin (The All-Father)
P E T S
β FarmaΓ°r; a Black Raven β MΓ³Γ°ugr; a Black Wolf
O T H E R
β Detailed Relationships
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βGaming (Computer generally) βStar Wars βListening to music βSwimming βRunning βLord of the Rings βGame of Thrones βTraining βThe Cold βThe Norse Pantheon βHunting βTraveling
D I S L I K E S
βManticores βHis actual father βMost of the Greek Pantheon βFeeling and being weak βFreezing, and in-action βBeing constantly on the run βBeing ignored βAny reference to his mother βSpeaking about his past βBeing alone βThose that prey on the innocent βJudgemental people
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To Be written.
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C A B I N
Cabin Twenty-Seven β§Ώ Hypnos (Greek god of Sleep)
S T A T U S
Full-Time Camper
T I M E A T C A M P
None β Has collected no beads β Yet to Arrive
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β None as of yet
W E A P O N S
β Krasa - Celestial Bronze Spear, applies sonic and kinetic energy on impact, painful vibrations on human targets, a booming blast against monsters (Disguised as a large pen) β Verja - Celestial Bronze Shield, impact resistant (No disguise) β Twin Throwing Axes β Twin Throwing Knives β Boot Knife β Back Up Axe β Two-handed axe β Armor
Mystiokinesis : Ϋ΅ While able to use magic for anything to a lesser extent than many others demi-gods, especially the children of Hecate, Korbin's ability seems to be mostly defensive, wards and runes that protects himself from harm, negative magic, and annoyances. In addition, Korbin has a powerful command over the Mist, able to use it to prevent mortals from seeing or remembering anything.
Odikinesis : Ϋ΅ A strange manifestation of the power gifted by Odin, Korbin's ability could really be described as something else entirely. For Korbin, it's all about calming people down with the ability or bolstering his allies fighting with him. His Odikinesis is specifically tailored to countering others manipulating his emotions while still inspiring others. This ability also tends to work directly with Korbin's Hypnokinesis and when in tandem can even drain children of War.
Hypnokinesis : Ϋ΅ As the child of Sleep itself, Korbin's only power and most despised, despite its power is hypnokinesis. Korbin can put an individual to sleep instantly with a single touch. The type of sleep, the duration, and power can all be manipulated but he has no power over dreams themselves. Another manifestation of his power is an aura around him that drains and tires out anyone that comes into it that wishes harm on the Demi-god. This power has been shown to affect even powerful monsters. When working in tandem with Odikinesis, the power can even drain and exhausts children of War. Korbin can also activate this ability at will to affect even those that do not wish him ill will, and is always active while he is sleeping. This has caused his cabin in Norway to be routinely left alone due to the potent effects.
Telumkinesis : Ϋ΅ Yet another power gifted by Odin, Korbin's manifestations of this power are simple in nature. The first is complete control over standard norse weapons. This includes axes, knives, swords, shields, and bows that would be Norse or Viking in nature. Korbin understands and can use any of these weapons to a high skill level and can manipulate them in the air. The second manifestation is the ability to protect his own weapons from other Telumkinetics. It becomes a battle of wills, but with Korbin's other abilities, when he senses his weapons being attacked he can sense the direction and location of the attack and respond if needed.
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Korbin is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Italian, French, and Old Norse.
Has known of his abilities and history for ten years.
Korbin has been fighting monsters hunting him for the same ten years. Helped by his mother.
He is entirely ignored by his real father, Hypnos.
Is Extremely more mature than his age suggests, but he loves trying to just be a kid.
Suffers from PTSD.
Has a deep bond with his adopted father Odin, and his wolf gifted by the Norse god. The Wolf and Korbin are dangerous when fighting together.
Routinely speaks with, is helped by, and protected by Odin. Their relationship is extremely close.
β Sunny; a black-spotted Bengal cat β Poe; Raven from Apollo β Gyr; Hawk from Apollo
O T H E R
β Detailed Relationships
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βAnything and everything to do with music βStudying and researching medicine βOrganization, order, control βTrying new and different things. He'll try anything at least once βTraining with his Spear and Shield or bow βHelping others succeed, caring for injuries βAny kind of gaming. (Is always the healer or support) βSunny days in any temperature βPlaying Chess against children of Athena βTalking people through problems or issues βWatching medical dramas, or binge watching them βAny and all forms of coffee. None of that decaf though
D I S L I K E S
βDisrespect of medical facilities βAnyone who says "I'm fine" after an injury without treatment βAll who wish harm on others for no reason βDecaf coffee, why ruin coffee? βDisorganization, especially in the medical tent βMedics who think they're children of Ares βConsuming alcohol or drugs not related to medicine βChasing down campers to force them to take medication βBeing told he doesn't care about his patients βTalking about his past before camp βGoogle medical degree self diagnose experts βTotal Darkness
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Though so is everyone when you get down to brass tacks. Lukas is a mesh of a few of his biggest influencers. His mother, his step-parents, teachers, and the campers of Half-blood. He's a very affable person, willing to give anyone a moment of his time to talk to and listen to what they have to say, although he doesn't go out of his way to talk to others unless they look like they could use the company. He plays at the edges of conversation, attentive and polite but non-engaging until directly addressed. He likes to find his place in a conversation before jumping in and takes stock of everyone else first. He doesnβt like the spotlight, preferring others to shine.
He's the honest type, not to a brutal level but he was raised to tell the truth and doesn't see the good in telling someone a lie. However, he isn't naive and can navigate white lies well enough. For the big stuff, he has a simple philosophy. He would rather someone tell him the truth than spare his feelings. To him, if he found out later it would make the situation worse knowing a friend told him something to protect his feelings.
As stated before Lukas prefers to skirt the edges of conversation which means he neither likes nor covets being the center of attention and as a result isn't really very assertive nor a push-over. Neither a leader nor a follower Lukas does his best to articulate his opinion on a situation and is very comfortable allowing someone else to make the final call, though he will argue his points if he believes in them strongly enough. He's a bit of an enigma with those things and can make larger groups complicated for him if thereβs not a regimented pecking order.
Lukas had a brief run-in with depression during his younger pre-teen years where he spent a lot of time on the street hustling and doing what he could to get by. He suffered greatly and was forced to grow up quickly. It used to be one of his greatest flaws and he still sometimes struggles with it though now he is a lot more secure about himself and focuses on that instead of the past. This also can be a detriment as he closes off when he does this, hyper-focusing on one issue to get through whatever triggered him.
Speaking of closing off, Lukas is quite an escapist when it comes to things he can't control. He was raised, when he was finally escorted to camp, in strict rules settings and when he was a young teen he rebelled heavily at every rule possible. He matured out of the tantrums and rule-breaking quickly though and instead started using music as a form of escapism when the world got too stressful or the walls started to close in. He has since evolved into using daydreams, and a form of meditation by watching others succeed.
Lukas skirts the line for the most part when it comes to his outward show of agreeableness. While overall cooperative, he can get quite competitive as well, a need to prove himself manifesting from his childhood along with a shot of not wanting to let his family down. He's tactful and edges over the line to be too agreeable, as he does care a bit too much what others think of him and how he presents himself. He's used to bullies, but it's the people that seem like they're friendly that he focuses on. What do they really think of him? This feeling isn't overwhelming but always in the back of his mind as a thought during social engagements.
He is a very neat person, taking pride in the organization, cleanliness, and structure of all his activities. His room is almost always spotless and that is mirrored in his appearance, work, sports, and really all of his doings. While not to the level of someone with OCD, Lukas does have a system and can be thrown off if that system is disrupted or disturbed. He can often time be seen tidying up the Apollo cabin or the medical facilities.
Lukas is also an extremely sympathetic person, and his ability to be empathetic is far beyond his years. He respects even those that bully him or have bullied him and does his best not to judge. Temper sometimes gets the better of him and he will defend himself but he tends to feel bad about it later and always tries to mend broken fences instead of leaving planks laying on the ground. He's highly analytical and likes to think of the many reasons why something occurred instead of allowing his emotions to boil over. He's not perfect though, and when he does lose control it takes a bit to regain it, almost like a solar flare. Heβs extremely neutral, trying to make all sides of an argument feel like theyβve βwonβ and his ability to mediate is unnatural.
Speaking of anger though, Lukas for the most part rarely does get angry. A combination of his empathy and analytical mind. Throw in a few other ingredients such as his escapist attitude and control over himself and you have a relatively stable and cooled-down person. Donβt let that fool you, however, though hard to do if you do manage to piss off this child of Apollo, you had better prepare your aloe-vera and sunblock because you will get burned.
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In Germany, there is a lovely city of Cologne and within that city exists the neighborhood of Deutz. Within this neighborhood resides the Cresswell family, a family of professors, archaeologists, researchers, and academics. The Cresswell family prided themselves on being multi-cultured, boasting bloodlines to Norse, Greek, and Roman figures in history. This rich bloodline is what prompted the family business to be so heavily engrained into studying that rich history. One member however was going to get so much more. While on a dig in Greece, Claire Cresswell would meet one of the most charming and beautiful men she had ever met. She was entirely swept off her feet and after a few more drinks, some final comments, and an entire night spent under the stars and well... The rest is history.
Claire ended up becoming pregnant after the engagement. She knew that the child was special, knew somehow that the man she had been with was someone more. She was proven correct when the God visited her in Germany, a surprise visit to spend more time with this mortal he quite enjoyed time with. He hadn't been surprised to see she was pregnant and the two spent the entire week together, other than his quick absences to deal with 'business'. Knowing all of this made Claire not only grateful but willing to be a single mother with the promise of Apollo visiting when possible. She wasn't naive and knew that it would mostly be a solo job but so long as her child knew their father she would be content.
Lukas was born eight months later with no complications and radiating health. The doctors were even perplexed at how easy the birth had gone and studied the case for years to come, finding nothing. Lukas was moved to the Cresswell Manse a week later and began living life, which for a baby meant three things really. The picture of health followed him, and he grew from baby to toddler to pre-schooler. Lukas was a bright and energetic child, always having the energy to do some activity. And once he learned to walk, it was over for the poor young mother and the other members of the family, forced to chase the boy around the park.
Life was good but like all other good things, it eventually had to come down. Lukas was eight years old when Cresswell Manse caught fire and destroyed so much. Lukas was helped out by his nanny but his mother, along with most others perished from the fire or complications of smoke inhalation soon after. Out of the five Cresswell family members living in the Manse, one survived and was recovering from heavy burns in the hospital. Care of Lukas was transferred to a cadet branch of the family in New York.
The change was striking for the once carefree and life-loving boy. He took to silence mostly, keeping his thoughts to himself only speaking if directly spoken to or questioned. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to heal. It took three years to get back to a semblance of what he was but once again the fates seemed to be against him. His Aunt and Uncle were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver on their way home from a show in the city. Lukas was once again taken from the home and placed with a foster family until other arrangements could be formed. On the first night, the eleven-year-old ran away. It was a mistake of course, but for young Lukas, he just needed to getaway.
It took time to adjust to life on the street. It was the worst time in his life, but he got through it. He was arrested on his Twelfth birthday and taken to the county juvenile center. Instead of the foster agency coming to get him, Lukas was given to his father... The introduction to the God of the Sun was a complicated mess of emotions and Lukas blew up on the God, almost literally, his powers beginning to manifest now that Apollo claimed him fully. It was quick which would tell anyone who knew young Demi-gods just how pissed off the boy was. All Apollo did was to place a hand on the lad's shoulder and suddenly everything seemed so much better. Apollo spent the rest of the day talking and speaking before meeting with his sister Artemis and a few of her huntresses in Central Park. Father and son take a final moment before the huntresses escort him to Camp Half-blood.
Once at camp, Lukas kept mostly to himself, becoming a rebel and bucking rules. A problem child he gave more than one Councillor and instructor headaches and had many people worried about him. But time is the ultimate healer and the routine of camp life helped scar over the rough patch and year after year Lukas got better and better. Even now, at Seventeen years of age, he hasn't totally gotten rid of everything. But with maturity comes closure and better ways of coping. Lukas just hopes that it's enough.
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C A B I N
Cabin Eleven β§Ώ Apollo (God of prophecy & oracles, music, song & poetry, archery, healing, plague & disease, & the protection of the young)
S T A T U S
Full-Time Camper
T I M E A T C A M P
Four Years β Has collected four beads β Arrived when he was twelve
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β Head Medic of the Infirmary
W E A P O N S
β Alvitr and Goldscale - Spear/Shield combo (Disguased as a watch) β Heartstrike - Recurve Bow (No disguise)
Biokinesis : Ϋ΅ Inheriting his father's ability in Biokinesis, this is Lukas's strongest ability by far. Within Biokinesis he is proficient in three sub-categories. First is the control and formation of disease: With this subpower Lukas can eliminate disease from a patient he is able to touch, or inflict them using the same method or by creating a physical application for his arrows. He is also able to create new diseases. His second subpower is Hemokinesis: Lukas is able to slow or quicken blood flow, can stop it with intense concentration, and can change its makeup. Essentially allowing anyone to be a universal donor. His third and final Subpower and by far the strongest is Vitakinesis: His ability to heal is influenced by more than just his father, his Norse Legacy coming into play to strengthen the potency. With a physical touch Lukas is able to sense current ailments and injuries on his patient and then with a whispered prayer and music he can restore the patient back to optimum health, without scarring or residual damage. This ability is Lukas's most used, explored, and trained power. When healing his skin gains a slight golden hue and his pupils turn to a golden amber color. It should be noted that Lukas's healing lowers in potency during the night or within locations such as the Underworld cut off from the Light. Within these location his healing takes a toll on his own life force.
Archery : Ϋ΅ Like most other children of Apollo, Lukas's Archery is on point as is his ability to shoot a basketball, throw a football, baseball, or any other ranged projectile. He is nowhere near on par with his siblings when it comes to his power, however, but ahead of many others. His bow is his go-to weapon should he be required to fight.
Musical Aptitude : Ϋ΅ Lukas has the ability to pick up any instrument and instantly know how to play it. He has perfect pitch, a deep knowledge of musical theory, and an amazing singing voice that all comes naturally to him. He hardly needs to practice. His aptitude also allows for anyone who listens to hear what they would like even if he was singing or playing something else entirely. This ability is also known to be able to induce slight emotion based on the hearer is feeling at the time and what they hear.
Photokinesis : Ϋ΅ A limited power for Lukas, but one that at times can be potent. The general application is that Lukas always seems to have a natural tan whether he spends time in the sun or not. His skin has a golden sheen of health surrounding it and can appear bronze-like in direct sunlight. His hair can sometimes be described as sun-like or 'waves of gold'. The active application is Lukas's ability to store the sunlight in his body and release it in a large burst around him. Lukas has no control over this power whatsoever and it has only manifested in times of emotional turmoil for him, or when he grows angry.
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Lukas is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also German, Greek, and is learning Spanish.
Can't stand Snakes due to a Curse on the Apollo kids.
Is known to be able to quote any Monty Python skit from memory with voices.
Secretly loves playing tank roles in games.
Goes above and beyond for the younger campers.
He loves performing for people.
Will randomly break into song, usually Disney-related.
The marshlands were relatively quiet that morning. Golden rays had just started to start peaking out from behind the clouds and sent a golden mist to surround Froststorm as she trotted along back towards the Mistclan camp. Within her jaws was a medium yield of fresh kill. It was a common occurrence for Froststorm to go out early, oftentimes being the first Warrior out fo the den. It was nice to go out and patrol the territory when the sun starts rising, the scenery and feeling of peace rushing over her. She knew that it was more dangerous with the killings going on, but she was confident of her fighting ability, especially against a single opponent. But this was the last morning of her routine, she had an Apprentice to focus on now and if anything did happen to her, it wasn't just she that would suffer those wounds. Nightpaw would lose precious instruction and training.
As she entered she noticed a few other early risers and dipped her head in greeting. She placed her hunting spoils upon the fresh-kill pile and picked out a nice piece for herself, carrying it off towards the Poolstone having expected that any day now Skykit would be getting his chance to join the Apprentices of the clan. Her head moved over towards Shadestar who was just getting to his feet, dodging some water from the reeds. Froststorm felt a pang of humor hit her as she watches this but said nothing, instead just carefully halving her fish for her Apprentice and settling down.
And then the call came out. Froststorm picked up her fish and padded over to the Poolstone, keeping her eye out for her Apprentice so she could tell him she had his breakfast. She was planning a heavy training that day and wanted the young cat to be prepared. She chuckles a bit as Mottledpaw came bounding up and spoke about the lack of room and then carefully placed her head down upon her paws to wait for Skykit to be prepared.
Skykit
"Skykit! Please hold still, I haven't finished your bath. Do you want to appear a muffed up kitten up there or the next great warrior?" Skykit laughed happily and rubbed his body against his mother who let out another sigh of frustration as he messed up her work. "Hold still." She commanded, even with a bit of humor in her voice. Skykit rolled his eyes but did his best to remain still. Those that knew him would notice that while he did seem to be still, his front paw continued scuffing around on the ground. Skykit was almost physically incapable of being still, even in his sleep which his fellow Apprentices would soon find out.
Finally, he was ready, his fur groomed perfectly, and looking like a fine upstanding young cat. His mother, Gingertalon nodded to him and then moved to stand outside the den to wait for the call.
Within the den, all by himself, Skykit could feel his heart beating quickly. He swallowed the lump in his throat and started pacing back and forth. It was getting faster and faster until finally, he heard the yowl of Shadestar and his blood ran cold. This was it, and sure enough not long after his mother moved down the tunnel and nodded to him. Skykit slowly padded out of the den and his eyes widened as he saw all of his Clanmates sitting around and waiting for HIM. He took a deep breath and then narrowed his eyes. This was his time, he was ready and he would hold himself well.
After taking a moment he took his first steps to become a Warrior by padding forward towards Shadestar. His sleek coat gleamed as he moved, tail up in pride and ears flicking occasionally. He only stopped when he was within the area he had seen other kits stop and fought down the urge to shrink back, and instead sat with a straight back, his right paw occasionally messing with the dust.
Personality: While a skilled fighter when facing down one opponent, one of the better actually, Froststorm's primary strength was her quick wit, sharp tongue, and skill for diplomacy. Froststorm uses words first and will only resort to violence if there's absolutely no other choice. She is a ready helper around camp and likes to take time to simply talk to the other Warriors. She's no medicine-cat but being a veteran of a few scraps and battles she understands that sometimes people just need to discuss what happened and explain their feelings. Understanding and caring for all, but a zealous protectiveness for Kits and younger Apprentices when they are placed in danger. She's a bit of an enigma with varying traits countering others at times. She's also still growing that personality, with a bit of ambition creeping in on her as she eyes the Deputy position.
Biography: Froststorm grew up in Mistclan as a kit of interest. Not only her pelt color, but the growth she exhibited early on. She was apprenticed to one of the senior Warriors and served as one of the more promising Apprentices in terms of one-on-one fighting and hunting. Most of her apprenticeship was simple affairs and normal duties but her mentor was one of the best fighters and Froststorm was routinely asked to accompany him on escorts, patrols, and participated in a large number of skirmishes. Frostpaw was given her warrior name after preventing a battle between Thornclan and Birchclan near the Birchclan border. Frostpaw personally stepped between the two rival Clans and negotiated peace as a neutral party so no blood would be spent, while her mentor looked on protectively. She gained the respect of both the other clans and when Frostpaw's leader heard of how the Apprentice carried herself they gave Frostpaw her warrior name, Froststorm. She has since then continued to serve as a diplomat to the differing clans but also as a very wise, and strong warrior showing a great ability to teach. Apprentice?: Nightpaw Mate?: None Kits?: None, though her heart is set on it.
Personality: A dare-devil to the very core, Skypaw has been a handful ever since he was old enough to walk. He just may hold the record for nursery escapes and has been found many times swimming, or lounging upon the reeds, or chasing insects by practicing his 'pouncing'. It's a miracle he lived through his early years but he surely represents the saying of curiosity killed the cat. He can't stand sitting still, and even when attending meetings or being washed he's moving some part of his body and squirms as if he was being burned. Skypaw gained a bit of self-control as he aged up, his mother being one of the fiercest Queens within the nursery, a no-nonsense She-cat who had her hands full but was committed to bringing up a cat that would serve the clan well.
He has grown to have a true compass of morality, and while naive he routinely states things so matter-of-fact to even stump an Elder for a moment with his look on life and duty. He has grown up only wanting to be a Warrior and thus his restless nature has evolved into a hunger for self-improvement so he can reach those goals.
Biography: Skykit was born to the now aging but still fierce Queen Gingertalon who would have her last litter of kittens. The birthing did not go well, and Skykit lost two brothers and a sister being the sole survivor. Gingertalon took a fierce protective nature over her last surviving kit and could be considered smothering. Unfortunately for her, Skykit was not going to be smothered and constantly snuck out for adventures. He single-handedly caused so much chaos they forced a Warrior to watch him and ensure he didn't endanger the clan any longer with his antics. It was around this time that he was sat down and had a hard talk with the leader and his mother about clan life and where he was going to fit. His pride finally won out over his curiosity and he started working towards mending the reputation he had created for himself.
Eventually, he was ready for an apprenticeship and instead of the trouble-maker he became known instead for his deep insights seemingly random during conversations. The young soon-to-be Apprentice doesn't really notice, simply saying what pops into his head, but his potential is sure. Apprentice?: He is one! Mate?: None. Kits?: None.
Short Description: Not a whole lot is known about Slatestar, just like her clan she remains in the shadows. The rumors however are that she was conceived by a wild animal and clan-cat and that she has an insatiable desire for fighting. Her pelt is the color of the darkness with not a single shred of white to be seen. Blue eyes, a rarity among those with black pelts shine with intelligence and cunning. She is merciless and whispers say she engineered the removal of the previous Duskclan leader 10 moons prior. Slatestar is diminutive in size but more than makes up for it in speed, sinew, and ruthlessness. Her warriors are trained to navigate the tunnels, and hunt without using their eyes so that should the Shadeclan camp be attacked her Warrior's eyes won't glow and give away their ambushes. In addition, battle training is started the second a kit reaches 6 mooms to foster their battle readiness and strength. Slatestar is proud and does not back down from disrespect and is known to hold a grudge for some time, striking only when her enemies think she has moved on. When they're least prepared.
Personality: While a skilled fighter when facing down one opponent, one of the better actually, Froststorm's primary strength was her quick wit, sharp tongue, and skill for diplomacy. Froststorm uses words first and will only resort to violence if there's absolutely no other choice. She is a ready helper around camp and likes to take time to simply talk to the other Warriors. She's no medicine-cat but being a veteran of a few scraps and battles she understands that sometimes people just need to discuss what happened and explain their feelings. Understanding and caring for all, but a zealous protectiveness for Kits and younger Apprentices when they are placed in danger. She's a bit of an enigma with varying traits countering others at times. She's also still growing that personality, with a bit of ambition creeping in on her as she eyes the Deputy position.
Biography: Froststorm grew up in Mistclan as a kit of interest. Not only her pelt color, but the growth she exhibited early on. She was apprenticed to one of the senior Warriors and served as one of the more promising Apprentices in terms of one-on-one fighting and hunting. Most of her apprenticeship was simple affairs and normal duties but her mentor was one of the best fighters and Froststorm was routinely asked to accompany him on escorts, patrols, and participated in a large number of skirmishes. Frostpaw was given her warrior name after preventing a battle between Thornclan and Birchclan near the Birchclan border. Frostpaw personally stepped between the two rival Clans and negotiated peace as a neutral party so no blood would be spent, while her mentor looked on protectively. She gained the respect of both the other clans and when Frostpaw's leader heard of how the Apprentice carried herself they gave Frostpaw her warrior name, Froststorm. She has since then continued to serve as a diplomat to the differing clans but also as a very wise, and strong warrior showing a great ability to teach. Apprentice?: N/A (Open to one!) Mate?: None Kits?: None, though her heart is set on it.
Personality: A dare-devil to the very core, Skypaw has been a handful ever since he was old enough to walk. He just may hold the record for nursery escapes and has been found many times swimming, or lounging upon the reeds, or chasing insects by practicing his 'pouncing'. It's a miracle he lived through his early years but he surely represents the saying of curiosity killed the cat. He can't stand sitting still, and even when attending meetings or being washed he's moving some part of his body and squirms as if he was being burned. Skypaw gained a bit of self-control as he aged up, his mother being one of the fiercest Queens within the nursery, a no-nonsense She-cat who had her hands full but was committed to bringing up a cat that would serve the clan well.
He has grown to have a true compass of morality, and while naive he routinely states things so matter-of-fact to even stump an Elder for a moment with his look on life and duty. He has grown up only wanting to be a Warrior and thus his restless nature has evolved into a hunger for self-improvement so he can reach those goals.
Biography: Skykit was born to the now aging but still fierce Queen Gingertalon who would have her last litter of kittens. The birthing did not go well, and Skykit lost two brothers and a sister being the sole survivor. Gingertalon took a fierce protective nature over her last surviving kit and could be considered smothering. Unfortunately for her, Skykit was not going to be smothered and constantly snuck out for adventures. He single-handedly caused so much chaos they forced a Warrior to watch him and ensure he didn't endanger the clan any longer with his antics. It was around this time that he was sat down and had a hard talk with the leader and his mother about clan life and where he was going to fit. His pride finally won out over his curiosity and he started working towards mending the reputation he had created for himself.
Eventually, he was ready for an apprenticeship and instead of the trouble-maker he became known instead for his deep insights seemingly random during conversations. The young Apprentice doesn't really notice, simply saying what pops into his head, but his potential is sure. Apprentice?: He is one! Mate?: None. Kits?: None.
Short Description: Not a whole lot is known about Slatestar, just like her clan she remains in the shadows. The rumors however are that she was conceived by a wild animal and clan-cat and that she has an insatiable desire for fighting. Her pelt is the color of the darkness with not a single shred of white to be seen. Blue eyes, a rarity among those with black pelts shine with intelligence and cunning. She is merciless and whispers say she engineered the removal of the previous Duskclan leader 10 moons prior. Slatestar is diminutive in size but more than makes up for it in speed, sinew, and ruthlessness. Her warriors are trained to navigate the tunnels, and hunt without using their eyes so that should the Shadeclan camp be attacked her Warrior's eyes won't glow and give away their ambushes. In addition, battle training is started the second a kit reaches Apprenticeship to foster their battle readiness. Slatestar is proud and does not back down from disrespect and is known to hold a grudge for some time, striking only when her enemies think she has moved on. When they're least prepared.
Personality: While a skilled fighter when facing down one opponent, one of the better actually, Froststorm's primary strength was her quick wit, sharp tongue, and skill for diplomacy. Froststorm uses words first and will only resort to violence if there's absolutely no other choice. She is a ready helper around camp and likes to take time to simply talk to the other Warriors. She's no medicine-cat but being a veteran of a few scraps and battles she understands that sometimes people just need to discuss what happened and explain their feelings. Understanding and caring for all, but a zealous protectiveness for Kits and younger Apprentices when they are placed in danger. She's a bit of an enigma with varying traits countering others at times. She's also still growing that personality, with a bit of ambition creeping in on her as she eyes the Deputy position.
Biography: Froststorm grew up in Mistclan as a kit of interest. Not only her pelt color, but the growth she exhibited early on. She was apprenticed to one of the senior Warriors and served as one of the more promising Apprentices in terms of one-on-one fighting and hunting. Most of her apprenticeship was simple affairs and normal duties but her mentor was one of the best fighters and Froststorm was routinely asked to accompany him on escorts, patrols, and participated in a large number of skirmishes. Frostpaw was given her warrior name after preventing a battle between Thornclan and Birchclan near the Birchclan border. Frostpaw personally stepped between the two rival Clans and negotiated peace as a neutral party so no blood would be spent, while her mentor looked on protectively. She gained the respect of both the other clans and when Frostpaw's leader heard of how the Apprentice carried herself they gave Frostpaw her warrior name, Froststorm. She has since then continued to serve as a diplomat to the differing clans but also as a very wise, and strong warrior showing a great ability to teach. Apprentice?: N/A (Open to one!) Mate?: None Kits?: None, though her heart is set on it.
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