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Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

retconed

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

yes, sorry, got hung up on a few things...

X-Men v.. Humans?

If this is still open, I am interested

The Astonishing X-Men

BLINK
Location: Classroom

Clarice Ferguson AKA “Blink” was trapped a room, facing her biggest enemy yet…math. She looked down at the notepad again, and ran her hands through her lavender hair in frustration. Then, suddenly, it all clicked. “The answer is 12,” Clarice finally said. Her teacher looked over Clarice’s work and smiled.

“That’s it Clarice, you got it,” Mrs. Jackson said. “Now, how about the next one?” Clarice groaned inwardly, but obediently picked up the pencil and started to work on the next equation.

When she had arrived here on this Earth, it was soon clear that while she was an excellent fighter, Clarice hadn’t had a proper education. In fact, she was so far behind, she couldn’t be in a regular class. Instead, Clarice would get one on one teaching.

Enter Barbara Jackson, a young and popular teacher who was just returning from maternity leave. She was not much older than Kitty, but was shorter, with blonde hair and a southern accent that was pure Georgia.

Mrs. Jackson had two important qualifiers that made her perfect for teaching mutant children. She was an excellent teacher with a huge reservoir of patience, and the “weird” stuff that went on at the mansion didn’t faze her one bit. Scott, Jean and Kitty met with Barbara just before she was scheduled to return to class, and asked if she would take on a special assignment. After explaining as much of Clarice’s history as they knew of, Barbara was shocked at what Clarice had gone through. But having never backed down from helping a child yet, she accepted the assignment.

Scott gave the two a lovely, sunny room to work in with plenty of school supplies. It didn’t start well. For Clarice, the room almost like a prison cell, and the first time she wanted out, she had simply teleported away right in the middle of a lesson. Scott soon caught Clarice and after scolding her, sent her right back to apologize to Mrs Jackson. Clarice could now see why in her world he had become “Prelate Summers,” one of Apocalypse’s feared enforcers.

However, Barbara’s lessons and endless patience was starting to make an impression, and while they weren’t exactly friends yet, at least she got Clarice to not teleport away whenever she felt like avoiding class. She was a tough student, but the skills and brains were there, Barbara knew, she just had to bring them out.

Clarice was in the middle of another math problem when Kitty poked through the door, and quietly rapped on the wall. Mrs. Jackson turned around, and Clarice looked up from her work.

“How’s it going today, Clarice?” Kitty asked with a cheery smile.

“Ok, I guess.” She shrugged. Mrs. Roberts on the other hand was a bit more descriptive. “She’s doing well on her math today…very well,” Mrs Jackson said with happiness as she looked over at her student.

Kitty nodded, taking it in for a second before coming fully into the room. “Well, I’m sorry Barbara, but I got to take Clarice away from you.” Mrs. Jackson nodded. “Well, I guess that it for today,” she said. “I expect you to be here again tomorrow at 8 o’clock, ya hear?”

Clarice nodded, but in her mind flashed one word: “freedom!”

“Can you go down to the court yard and meet with some of the other students, please,” Kitty asked.

The lavender skinned mutant smiled, and before anybody could say anything more, there was a loud ‘BLINK!’ sound as she formed one of her teleportation portals and jumped through it, without saying so much as a goodbye.

“Sheesh,” Kitty said. “I’m sorry about that Barbara.”

“No…it’s all right Kitty,” Barbara said, though she was clearly disappointed. She tidied up the table before picking up her purse and starting out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Heroes of Camp Half-Blood: Waking Darkness

Joanne

Name: Joanne Fountain

Age: 15

Godly parent: Artemis

Background:

Joanne is a half-wolf, half-human child of Artemis fashioned out of the bones and flesh of a dead she-wolf, and imbued it with part of the Goddess’ spirit. Of course, Artemis couldn’t keep the baby girl she had created, but she did know of a good family for her. Soon a little girl baby was found at the doorstep of and later adopted by Scott Fountain, Alaska State Police and Michelle Fountain, Scott’s older sister, and a practicing veterinarian.

Joanne lived in the city of Lakes, Alaska. From an early age, Joanne seemed to have a special bond with the outdoors. She could handle a rifle with ease, shoot a bow with an unbelievable level of accuracy, and loved to hike and camp with her dad and aunt. She was a slightly average student but struggled with learning disabilities that often frustrated her. But on the athletic field and rifle range, she really shined, particularly in running, and cross-country skiing. By middle school, Joanne was successfully competing in state archery, biathlon and cross country skiing competitions, and there was serious talk of her going to the Olympics someday.

Joanne was always easy going, and she had a few friends in school. But she really didn’t hang out too much and generally did better with dogs than people. She often helped out at her aunt’s clinic and nearby animal shelter. When not working, studying or competing, Joanne preferred to spend her time outside on long hikes or camping. It was during one of her hikes that she found a lone gray wolf cub clinging for dear life to a small log in the middle of a cold stream. Headless of her own safety, Joanne waded into the stream and plucked the cub from danger, suffering a torrent of licks from the very grateful cub in the process. Taking the cub home, and with help from her aunt, Joanne nursed it back to full health. In the process girl and wolf bonded. Joanne named the cub Smoke after her gray and white fur.

At first, Joanne’s aunt and father wanted to return Smoke to the wild as soon as possible since Gray Wolves do not really make good pets. But this wolf was clearly different, for it took Joanne’s commands easily, and became surprisingly well domesticated. It was as if wolf and girl were made for each other and Joanne’s aunt and father eventually relented.

It was the summer of Joanne’s second year in high school that her life changed forever. Returning from an early morning walk, she could see smoke rising from where her house was. She then heard multiple gunshots. Joanne and Smoke rushed home to find the house on fire and her father and aunt torn apart and left for dead in pools of their own blood.

Falling to her knees in grief, it was Smoke’s growling that shook her out of her grief to notice some sort of monster rushing towards them. Smoke leapt at it, but was batted away. The monster lunged towards Joanne, and she barely managed to roll out of the way of its claws. Grabbing her hunting bow as she rolled, Joanne came up on her knee and in one swift motion nocked three arrows at once and let them fly. The broad hunting arrowheads ripped into the monster’s throat. Surprised and moaning in pain, the monster took a step away from Joanne, only to find itself struck again and again by a quick succession of arrows. Soon a cluster of arrows was in the creature’s neck. The creature reached up to try to pull them out, but each time it did, it was replaced by another fired from Joanne’s bow. Eventually it was just too much and the monster crashed to the ground, dead.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Joanne knelt before the now dead creature to make sure it was truly dead. She had absolutely no idea what it was, but she blessed her decision to bring her bow with her that morning. Smoke seemed ok, perhaps only her pride was hurt from getting batted aside

Smoke bound up to her mistress and gave her a quick nuzzle, as if to ask if Joanne was ok. She was not. Joanne turned to what was left of her family and broke down crying. Smoke sat next to her and leaned in a bit to comfort her mistress. Wolf and girl sat this way for what seemed to be a long time before two female Hunters appeared. They had been sent to rescue Joanne from that monster, and were stunned to find she had killed it alone. As gently as they could they could, they informed Joanne that she was in further danger and she needed to leave, now. Sirens could now be heard in the distance, probably the local sheriff and the fire rescue services, the hunters realized. Glumly nodding her assent, Joanne bid farewell to her father and aunt. The two hunters pulled Joanne to her feet and with Smoke trailing closely behind, all four disappeared scant seconds before the first fire truck arrived at the burning cabin.

Powers:

Skin of Nature: Wild animals will take no notice of Joanne and she can move through underbrush with ease, and with high degree of silence and stealth. Joanne will not leave any tracks unless she wishes to.

Natural Hunter: Joanne has the predatory instincts of a gray wolf, making her highly skilled in hunting, tracking, and reading how “prey” will react. Joanne’s senses are enhanced to canine levels. She can see in the dark, track and differentiate between different scents and has enhanced levels of hearing.

Alpha Female: Joanne has the ability to communicate with and command canines of any species. She cannot command police or similarly trained dogs, but they will generally be indifferent to her presence.

Weapon or gifts from godly parent:

Joanne has a modern compound hunting bow that she can shoot with a superhuman level of accuracy. She received it as a birthday present from her father last year. The woman behind the counter said it would be perfect for Joanne.

Note: Smoke is Joanne’s friend and companion out her own free will, and Joanne would never dare attempt to “command” Smoke unless circumstances were dire. The two share an empathic link and know each other’s feelings. Though she appears to be a regular adolescent grey wolf, Smoke is smarter (same as an Australian Shepard), and can endure more punishment than a normal wolf.

Camp Half-Blood and the gods of Olympus

I am interested...is Artemis as a goddess still available?

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

<Snipped quote by golani>

I think doctors can interact with EMTs if they're somewhere like the Emergency Room. Would that be okay with you?

@Bee

Yup! That was what I had in mind...I am interested if there is still room!

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: First Year

also interested but I have a question...all characters must be doctors etc in hospital...no room for those who interact regularly with staff such as EMTs?

Merry Circus (everyone welcome)

Name: Dana Halabi

Gender: Female

Age: 22

History:

Dana is the Merry Circus’ “Queen of Jungle Cats” and one of its star attractions. In reality, Dana is an Egyptian born were-cheetah. Dana was a child of the street of Alexandria, Egypt and besides her first name, never knew who here parents were. Dana would eventually stow away on a cargo freighter from the port to escape a local gang war, and wound up in Marseilles, France.

A local Corsican crime syndicate found her on the docks and she would have sold into white slavery or wise had the man she would call “Uncle Marcel” not intervened. Marcel Halabi, a former Lebanese Christian, was an up and coming figure in the Marseilles underworld. To show off his power, he wanted a special girl of his own. Even at 16 Dana was very beautiful, but she was also headstrong, tough, and stubborn. At first, Dana tried to escape. But Marcel had dealt with others of her kind before, and armed his men with guns loaded with silver bullets.

Eventually, the two struck a deal. In return for “services,” Dana would be made into a proper lady. Uncle Marcel brought in tutors who taught the street girl how to speak, read and write in French, and English, and even in Arabic. Other than that, Dana’s education was kept basic. Instead she learned more useful skills, such as how to act, how to eat with a fork and knife, how to dress, how to “perform” in bed, how to tend bar, how to drive, and even how to handle a gun.

After five years, Uncle Marcel had climbed to the top of the Marseilles underworld, and got his dream girl. In that time, the relationship had changed significantly. While still a trophy and occasional sex toy, Marcel respected Dana’s business sense and began to teach her about the drug trade. Alas, all good things must end. Uncle Marcel was gunned down in a hit organized from within his own gang. Dana knew she was next, and decided to flee once again. Taking cash and a few clothes, Dana traveled north to Caen, where she was able to bribe a ship captain to give her passage to the United States, the land of wealth and freedom. Dana landed in Elizabeth, New Jersey a few days later and soon learned that not having the proper documentation in hand was going to make it very difficult for her to gain the wealth and freedom she desired. Going back to the old job as an escort also didn’t appeal to her. She needed somebody to hire her with no questions asked.

It was some kind of strange tug that brought Dana to the Merry Circus. As she approached the camp, she quickly saw tigers, lions and leopards all locked in cages and looking terrible. Her heart sank. But what could she do? She was in luck, for the last lion tamer had just quit after almost being mauled by Ashanti, a huge Bengal tigress who went “on strike.” The circus was desperate for a new lion tamer for their six big cats. Of course those don’t grow on trees. Dana knew she had a knack for talking to or controlling cats. Gathering up some courage, Dana approached the circus’ owner and offered him a deal. If Dana could get Ashanti to calm down and perform again, he would make her the circus’ new animal tamer.

The owner agreed to giver her a chance, if only to get Dana to stop bothering him. Dana boldly approached the cage and spoke a few hushed words to the tigress. She then opened the cage door, and stepped inside without Ashanti lifting a paw. Though it took a few minutes for her new boss to recover from his near heart attack, he hired on the spot. Dana soon put a stop to the abuse the cats suffered by circus staff, and does what she can to comfort the cats, even secretly climbing into their cages to lie with them at night. They have become her new family. Dana desperately wants the cats to be freed unharmed but she has no idea how to do so or what to do if she could free them. It’s a dilemma that eats at her every day. She will never leave the circus cats, and has become just as trapped as they are.

To cope, Dana often sneaks off to sample the local nightlife. She usually returns in the morning smelling of alcohol, (but is never drunk), tobacco, and looking like she spent the night in somebody else’s bed. The owner of the Merry Circus calls Dana a “wild one,” when he is in a charitable mood and worse when he is not. Dana’s trysts often causes trouble and occasional visits by the local polices. But as long as she continues to bring in big crowds, the circus’ owner will do nothing.

Personality:

Headstrong, stubborn, rebellious, caring, fearless, independent, reckless, and sultry.

Dana LOVES the attention she gets from her act.
She is extremely protective of the big cats, and anyone harming them will answer to her.
She also gets a real kick out of being an object of desire.
Dana has killed people before, but will do so but only if it is absolutely necessary.She does not want to become a murder suspect.

Appearance:

Heigh: 5’9”
Weight 124 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: dark brown worn shoulder length
Is clearly of Arab descent with tanned olive-white skin. Her English is accented by both French and Arabic. Dana is very beautiful, and has a high level of sex appeal to men. And she knows how to use it. For example, Dana's usual lion tamer outfit consists of a black top hat, a black coat with tails, fishnet stockings, knee high boots, and not much else. Dana covers this up with a robe before going out to perform. When she is not performing, Dana can usually be found in jeans, practical shoes, a shirt and sweater.

Powers:

Enhanced Strength, Durability, Agility and Speed. Has an extremely high tolerance for poisons (such as alcohol), and is not affected by low-level infections like colds

Can regenerate wounds unless it was committed with a silvered weapon or bullet.

Her eyesight, hearing and sense of smell are enhanced to feline levels.

She is extremely stealthy and has the instincts of a predator.

Can communicate and command cats of all sorts

Dana can transform into the following forms: a female African Cheetah, a hybrid bipedal cheetah/human, or a small domestic tabby cat. She retains her personality, memories, and knowledge during the transformation.

Merry Circus (everyone welcome)

Name: Dana Halabi

Gender: Female

Age: 22

History:

Dana is the Merry Circus’ “Queen of Jungle Cats” and one of its star attractions. In reality, Dana is an Egyptian born were-cheetah. Dana was a child of the street of Alexandria, Egypt and besides her first name, never knew who here parents were. Dana would eventually stow away on a cargo freighter from the port to escape a local gang war, and wound up in Marseilles, France.

A local Corsican crime syndicate found her on the docks and she would have sold into white slavery or wise had the man she would call “Uncle Marcel” not intervened. Marcel Halabi, a former Lebanese Christian, was an up and coming figure in the Marseilles underworld. To show off his power, he wanted a special girl of his own. Even at 16 Dana was very beautiful, but she was also headstrong, tough, and stubborn. At first, Dana tried to escape. But Marcel had dealt with others of her kind before, and armed his men with guns loaded with silver bullets.

Eventually, the two struck a deal. In return for “services,” Dana would be made into a proper lady. Uncle Marcel brought in tutors who taught the street girl how to speak, read and write in French, and English, and even in Arabic. Other than that, Dana’s education was kept basic. Instead she learned more useful skills, such as how to act, how to eat with a fork and knife, how to dress, how to “perform” in bed, how to tend bar, how to drive, and even how to handle a gun.

After five years, Uncle Marcel had climbed to the top of the Marseilles underworld, and got his dream girl. In that time, the relationship had changed significantly. While still a trophy and occasional sex toy, Marcel respected Dana’s business sense and began to teach her about the drug trade. Alas, all good things must end. Uncle Marcel was gunned down in a hit organized from within his own gang. Dana knew she was next, and decided to flee once again. Taking cash and a few clothes, Dana traveled north to Caen, where she was able to bribe a ship captain to give her passage to the United States, the land of wealth and freedom. Dana landed in Elizabeth, New Jersey a few days later and soon learned that not having the proper documentation in hand was going to make it very difficult for her to gain the wealth and freedom she desired. Going back to the old job as an escort also didn’t appeal to her. She needed somebody to hire her with no questions asked.

It was some kind of strange tug that brought Dana to the Merry Circus. As she approached the camp, she quickly saw tigers, lions and leopards all locked in cages and looking terrible. Her heart sank. But what could she do? She was in luck, for the last lion tamer had just quit after almost being mauled by Ashanti, a huge Bengal tigress who went “on strike.” The circus was desperate for a new lion tamer for their six big cats. Of course those don’t grow on trees. Dana knew she had a knack for talking to or controlling cats. Gathering up some courage, Dana approached the circus’ owner and offered him a deal. If Dana could get Ashanti to calm down and perform again, he would make her the circus’ new animal tamer.

The owner agreed to giver her a chance, if only to get Dana to stop bothering him. Dana boldly approached the cage and spoke a few hushed words to the tigress. She then opened the cage door, and stepped inside without Ashanti lifting a paw. Though it took a few minutes for her new boss to recover from his near heart attack, he hired on the spot. Dana soon put a stop to the abuse the cats suffered by circus staff, and does what she can to comfort the cats, even secretly climbing into their cages to lie with them at night. They have become her new family. Dana desperately wants the cats to be freed unharmed but she has no idea how to do so or what to do if she could free them. It’s a dilemma that eats at her every day. She will never leave the circus cats, and has become just as trapped as they are.

To cope, Dana often sneaks off to sample the local nightlife. She usually returns in the morning smelling of alcohol, (but is never drunk), tobacco, and looking like she spent the night in somebody else’s bed. The owner of the Merry Circus calls Dana a “wild one,” when he is in a charitable mood and worse when he is not. Dana’s trysts often causes trouble and occasional visits by the local polices. But as long as she continues to bring in big crowds, the circus’ owner will do nothing.

Personality:

Headstrong, stubborn, rebellious, caring, fearless, independent, reckless, and sultry.

Dana LOVES the attention she gets from her act.
She is extremely protective of the big cats, and anyone harming them will answer to her.
She also gets a real kick out of being an object of desire.
Dana has killed people before, but will do so but only if it is absolutely necessary. She does not want to become a murder suspect.

Appearance:

Heigh: 5’9”
Weight 124 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: dark brown worn shoulder length
Is clearly of Arab descent with tanned olive-white skin. Her English is accented by both French and Arabic. Dana is very beautiful, and has a high level of sex appeal to men. And she knows how to use it. For example, Dana's usual lion tamer outfit consists of a black top hat, a black coat with tails, fishnet stockings, knee high boots, and not much else. Dana covers this up with a robe before going out to perform. When she is not performing, Dana can usually be found in jeans, practical shoes, a shirt and sweater.

Powers:


Enhanced Strength, Durability, Agility and Speed. Has an extremely high tolerance for poisons (such as alcohol), and is not affected by low-level infections like colds

Can regenerate wounds unless it was committed with a silvered weapon or bullet.

Her eyesight, hearing and sense of smell are enhanced to feline levels.

She is extremely stealthy and has the instincts of a predator.

Can communicate and command cats of all sorts

Dana can transform into the following forms: a female African Cheetah, a hybrid bipedal cheetah/human, or a small domestic tabby cat. She retains her personality, memories, and knowledge during the transformation.