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Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

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Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Hi, @PrincessVampora!

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

Howdy @Shadow Dragon!

Another Camp Half Blood Rp-Rebooted

What is UP can I join? I wanna get back to writing, but I'm lacking inspiration, so this might help

Black Iris Society

In short, Colette had outdone herself. When Leila had commissioned her for a dress, she’d been purposely vague, asking only that it be a pink to which she could match her hair. She had wanted to see what the young designer could do, as a sort-of-test for their hopeful collaboration. Much to Leila’s delight, every expectation (and then some) had been met and outdone.
The pale pink fabric of Leila's dress seems to glow in the soft candlelight. Long, billowing sleeves lead up to a wide neckline, which then flows down to a tapered waist. The skirt's many overlapping layers are the newly opened petals of a flower as they glide along the ground, and the accompanying kitten heels scarcely seem to make a sound.
To thank the seamstress, Leila is doing the best she can to show off the incredible workmanship. When she had arrived - a little early, as polite company dictates - she had laid claim to a seat towards the center of the room, in line with the stage. There, the eye is naturally drawn towards where the lights seem to shine a little more brightly. As she flits among the other guests, she keeps an eye turned to the door, hoping to invite Colette into the limelight she had seized. In the meantime, she contents herself with greeting old acquaintances and friends, and begins to peer through the unfamiliar faces in search of possible new connections.

»»———————　❁　———————««

Max already wants to leave. She’s been there all of thirty, forty minutes maximum, and the high-brow atmosphere makes her want to crawl out of her skin. The gilded black romper and ridiculous knee-high boots certainly aren’t helping, and although the familiar bomber jacket somewhat grounds her, it's the steady stream of lavish finger foods that convinces her to stay a bit longer.
Snagging another glass of undoubtedly overpriced champagne, she makes her way back to the table she had chosen, as close to the door as she could get. She had flippantly disregarded any sign of assigned seats, but no one has tried to convince her to move. Or maybe they had. Who cares.
She tilts up the Venetian-style half-mask that covers her lower face, downing the glass in a practiced tilt of her head. It joins its fallen brethren on the table, and the mask slips smoothly back into place. With a quiet groan, she slumps back in her seat slightly and massages the bridge of her nose. This is going to be a long night.

»»———————　☼　———————««

Adam had been dubious, to say the least, when the invitation first arrived. A New York masquerade invitation addressed to Yeehaw, West Texas? When pigs fly. He immediately dismissed what was undoubtedly a prank by one of his sisters (probably Eva) and threw it into the growing pile of junk mail on the foot of his bed. However, the next day, his mother was abruptly summoned to her company’s headquarters in New York. Strangely enough, the hotel they had booked for her was nearly an hour from the headquarters, and scarcely a ten-minute walk from the invitation’s address. Adam tagged along with her, and he took one of his father’s suits, just to humor the nagging feeling of importance the letter emanated. As the date neared, Adam’s sense of unease grew.
Now, he stands down the street from a horribly run-down hotel, questioning his life decisions. He worries an absent finger over the skull detailing of his half-mask, hands crossed contemplatively over his chest. Just when he decides to head back and forget about the entire ordeal, the *click* of heels alerts him to the presence of a finely dressed couple. For a moment, their matching red-and-black figures hesitate outside the ramshackle building, seemingly as baffled as he by its appearance. He almost laughs as the male hastily catches the dropped suit jacket, but their sobering presence confirms the validity of the invitation. Adam fixes his gaze on the woman as she walks up to the hotel, glances briefly at the number by the door, and vanishes - literally vanishes - into the doorway. The blue-headed man follows suit, disappearing similarly as he crosses the door frame.
A pause, and Adam slowly makes his way over to hover in front of the hotel. He hesitates, then steps through entrance. The room transforms, and his eyes widen in disbelief at the opulence that unveils itself. Glad of the mask and sapphire-and-black suit that lends him some semblance of anonymity, he slinks over to a corner and surveys the room.

»»———————　✣　———————««

Black Iris Society

Adam

Y en la familia no se falla, pero si te traicionan
No les das la espalda, tú lo ayuda' y perdona'
La familia primero

Name

Adam Carlito Flores

Nicknames

Addie (only his mother)

Age

22

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Species

Werewolf

Appearance Details

Adam is 5’9”. He is half-Hispanic and a quarter-Indian. He has shoulder-length dark brown hair, pale blue-green eyes, and smooth skin that is maintained by a high personal standard of hygiene. Sun-exposure freckles are scattered across his shoulders and face, most heavily concentrated across his nose and cheekbones. A single dimple gives him a lopsided, but not unkind, grin. A thin scar runs from the outer edge of his collarbone to just shy of his jugular, and mirrored arcs of bite scars mar the smattering of marigolds tattooed on his right bicep. Adam keeps his hair loose or in a bun, and wears comfortable work clothes that can be easily replaced (e.g., jeans and t-shirts).

Personality Traits

Adam is determinedly cheerful and chooses to see the best in every situation and person. He is hardworking and a fast learner in physical skills, but he lacks experience in most social graces, and he doesn’t see the point in “pinkie fingers and whatnot.” He values and protects his family above all else. This applies to blood family as well as chosen family.

Skills

✣ Extremely agile
✣ Quick healing
✣ Strong from farm work
✣ Plays guitar
✣ Good with animals
✣ Excellent balance on horseback

Weaknesses

✣ Naive
✣ Bit of a pushover
✣ Horribly clumsy unless on horseback
✣ Ignorant to political environments and the delicate touch they require
✣ Small for a werewolf (7’6” at tallest)
✣ Unadjusted to his shifted form, and prefers not to shift at all
✣ Poor control of shifted form

History

Adam moved from Chihuahua, Mexico, to El Paso, Texas, after his mother accepted a job there. His father raised Adam and his three younger siblings on a mid-sized ranch. They lived a peaceful life for several years, until Adam was thirteen. Adam and his youngest brother, Samuel, were attacked by a deranged werewolf. Samuel died, and Adam turned very shortly afterwards.
Adam is terrified of his wolf manifestation. His refusal to transform lasted six years, at which point he slowly began using the speed and endurance it granted him. He tracks well enough, and his agility stems from experience with herding cattle.

Misc.

Avan Jogia | Color Code: #FFE34C
Adam firmly believes that the best way to get to know someone is over a few good beers.

Moodboard

Max

Devils hide behind redemption
Honesty is a one way gate to hell. | I am not a slave, can't be contained
So pick me from the dark and pull me from the grave.

Name

Maxima Jian

Nicknames

Max, never Maxima

Age

Appears to be in her late twenties

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Asexual

Relationship Status

Single

Species

Witch

Appearance Details

Maxima is 5’ 3”. She is a quarter-Chinese, and she has delicate features framed by choppy dark brown hair. Her brilliant orange eyes are masqueraded as contacts for curious humans, and her crescent-moon birthmark sits just above the curve of her lower left jaw. Due to a childhood incident that she refuses to talk about, she has jagged white scars criss-crossing her body. Three of these run parallel to each other: from her left ear, through her birthmark, across her mangled lip, and just past the center of her face. While she embraces the scars that line her body, she prefers to cover the lower half of her face with an elaborate metal mask that bears a contorted grin. Her birthmark, which is hidden by the mask, glows orange when she uses plasma magic, giving the abnormally wide smile a demonic edge. Max usually wears practical clothes and thick steel-toe boots, but she will don an oversized bomber jacket over fitted black in a semblance of formal wear.

Personality Traits

Max is honest to the point of bluntness. She can be insensitive because she mostly lacks empathy, and she is fond of “affectionately” calling people rude names. She is suspicious of strangers but fiercely protective of those she holds dear. Rules chafe her, and, while she doesn’t outright break them (usually), she definitely bends them to accommodate her whims. She encourages independent thinking, and she is more than tolerant of any form of self-expression, especially from children.

Skills

Max specializes in fire magic. She has taught herself to manipulate progressively hotter fire, and finally broke through to plasma. Manipulating at such high temperatures is incredibly draining, and she can only sustain the heat for one or two minutes. She also specializes in ornate detailings for a vast range of items, from jewelry to weapons to doors. The flames required for such work are much more easily maintained.

Weaknesses

☼ Little patience for pleasantries or time-consuming tasks
☼ Regularly ‘bends’ the rules to speed up or enhance her work (usually let off with a warning or minor punishment)
☼ Cannot easily wield flames larger than her head or smaller than a refrigerator.

History

Even before Max was born, the Jian name was known for incredible workmanship. Her mother and father founded a detailing shop just before Max’s brother, Fai, was born. Tall tales of a burning child forced to fight all manner of beasts prefaced the death of her father, who died in a freak fire. Marena, her mother, whisked Max and Fai off to America, where they rebuilt their lives.
Max started working at her mother’s shop from an early age, but her brother had a greater interest in the human world, so he worked at a local clothing store. When Max was fourteen, Fai was shot and killed by a human at the store. Max hunted down and killed the human, taking the flintlock that had killed Fai.
From that point on, Max threw herself into her magic. She had a particular fascination with testing the heat limits that she could manipulate, and she spent hundreds of years pushing the thermometer higher. Finally, she had a breakthrough: plasma. Although the process drains her incredibly quickly, she has taught herself to wield this volatile substance until she could maintain control for a minute or two. Her mother’s delicate magic has also permeated Max’s, and she has a high level of expertise in creating minute details. This skill has brought several influential faces through the shop doors of "Revival" in search of finery.

Misc.

Jennifer Du | Color Code: E78411
Max is fond of chocolate oranges, but dislikes all other types of candy.

Moodboard

Leila

Walk these streets with me.
I'm doing decently,
Just glad that I can breathe, yeah.
I'm trying to realize
It's alright to not be fine on your own.

Name

Leila Pinard

Nicknames

Lei, Lollipop (her dad), Lilo, basically any recognizable variation of her name

Age

Who even keeps track anymore? (appears to be about 25)

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Pansexual

Relationship Status

Single?

Species

Born Vampire

Appearance Details

Leila is 5’11”, but her gentle demeanor often makes her seem smaller. She is South African, and her deep bronze skin, which is splattered with faint freckles, belies her vampiric nature with its pallid undertone. Her hair, currently a soft pink, is never one color for more than a year at a time, and she frequently styles it herself. Soft grey eyes and a gently rounded nose contrast her sharp jawline, enabling her to switch from genial to imposing with a small shift in posture. She has a simple fashion style that leans towards femininity, composing mostly of colorful blouses, dark pants, and sundresses. She frequently dons wide-brimmed hats and thin shawls to ward off the worst of the sun.

Personality Traits

Easy-going and patient, Leila is a calming force to those whom which she interacts. She is empathetic and generous, and her astute nature allows her to reflect the behaviors of her clients to make them more at-ease. On the flip side, Leila is a bit of a push-over. She is trusting to the point of naivety, and her instinct to read people and adapt to their behavior has caused her to have deep-rooted feelings of fraudulence.
She values emotional stability and peace above all else. She will bend the truth to whatever shape necessary in order to preserve someone’s feelings, and she was one of the strongest supporters of the King’s decision to separate from the humans.

Skills

❁ Golden-tongued and incredibly intuitive
❁ Green thumb, especially with hydrophytes
❁ Quick linguistic learner
❁ Vampiric supernatural abilities

Weaknesses

❁ Imposter syndrome
❁ Overly passive
❁ Self-doubt and timidness
❁ Poor relationship skills

History

Leila was born in South Africa in the early 1400’s to the Khaiǁkhaun clan of the Nama group of the Khoikhoi people. Humans and non-humans intermingled freely within her community, so she had a relatively peaceful childhood. She discovered her passion for plants in her early “teens,” and she experimented (to the best of her ability) with differing water and sunlight levels. In about 1460, she traveled with a handful of other non-humans up through the African continent to Europe. From there, they went to the newly discovered Americas, where they began to create a new life in Boston.
In 1643, Leila traveled back to her home, where she encountered the Huguenots that would settle in the Cape of Good Hope. She befriended a couple: Jacques Pinard and Marthe le Fèbre. Through them, she learned French and Dutch, and she became fascinated with learning languages. Leila went back to Boston in 1689 with three of the younger generation of the colony: Marion Levere and Anne and Claude Guyot. She helped them set up a life in a small town a bit away from the city. Claude and Marion wanted to start a family somewhere quiet, and Salem was beautiful in the fall. She returned to the other vampires with whom she had first come, and they invested in a textile company.
Leila returned to Salem in 1691, but tensions between humans and non-humans had been escalating rapidly, and Marion warned Leila to stay away for her own safety. Not even a year later, the Salem Witch Trials began, and Marion was tried and killed at the recommendation of Anne. Claude took their two-year-old daughter, Sophie, and fled to Boston. Leila helped them relocate down to Santa Fe, Florida, and she herself left for New Amsterdam, which would eventually be recreated into New York. Leila has changed her identity several times since then, but she has remained in the area to the present.

Misc.

Flaviana Matata | Color Code: #66C266
Leila has a greenhouse with several aquariums of differing sizes for her hydrophytes.

Moodboard

Camp Half Blood II

As Ivy runs after Tasha, her communication crystal flashes brightly.
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Adam rejoins the guy group. "Sorry about that. I found the coolest s-" he starts, before cutting off abruptly when he sees Artimes. He rushes to her. "Arty! Are you okay?"

Camp Half Blood II

Lmao sorry i didn't realize i had unfriended anybody. Here or on discord?

Camp Half Blood II

Adam smiles in relief. "Hey. Arty wants to take me to her pantheon's camp. I'll keep communication lines open, but I wanted to get in touch with you first. Ivy with you?"

Camp Half Blood II

that makes sense. i don't have the dsm in front of me, but that totally tracks. thanks!