King Kindred

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Dorian Underwood}

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Location: Obstacle Tower, Outside The Big House; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Chiron, Erin Chase (@Vicier), Kyrin Nahng(@Rodiak)}

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Dorian was angry and Chiron's answers weren't helping in the slightest. He could tell that the old centaur was just as upset as they were at the turn of events and it was taking everything in him to calmly address their concerns and questions. The one positive thought that he held onto was that Erin had so many others willing to speak up or get angry at the gods on her behalf. He knew she always felt alone and claimed that she preferred to be, but this was proof that she would never be.

That one happy thought slipped away the moment Chiron answered his question. He expected it, but hearing it out loud made it all too real. His heart sank deeply in his chest and he felt the world crashing down around him. After all that she had been through? He couldn't and wouldn't let her suffer at the hands of Ares. It wasn't exactly a secret that Ares was a rather cruel god. He was the god of War and with war came the art of torture. His anger boiled over causing him to say something he would likely one day regret. "I'm sorry, Chiron. But the one who should be afraid is Ares because I swear by the River Styx if he so much as lays a finger on her he'll come to suffer my wrath. And unlike my father I won't be so peaceful about it." He knew it wasn't wise to challenge the gods and even less wise to swear on the River Styx, but he very well intended to keep that promise. Plus, what was the worst that could happen to him? Ares kills him or he gets banished to the depths of Tartarus? Yeah, like that'd ever happen.

No longer interested in the conversation and having said what he needed to he decided to take his leave. He focused his mind on Erin and the signature of her life aura. He hoped she was done with the Oracle. Appearing in the middle of a prophecy telling would've been awkward. Dorian's shadow expanded beneath him and swallowed him down into the ground as if he were in an invisible elevator. He traveled through the shadows and ascended from the ground directly in Erin's rushed path.

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_{Zeru Troy Williams}

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Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: No one}

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Zeru listened to Chiron's answers and wondered just how he survived all the stress that came with being the mediator between the gods and their half-breed offspring. The gods fuck up and caused a commotion and leave him to not only protect the kids from the fallout, but also prevent them declaring war on their idiot parents. Which one of them just did. Zeru was both surprised and impressed by Dorian's sudden declaration. From what he knew of him he was normally quiet and mostly to himself, but he did see him hanging out with a few others, namely Erin. It explained why someone so generally unwarlike would go as far as to threaten the God of War.

When Dorian made his shadowy exit Zeru figured it was his time to take his leave as well. He'd hear about Erin's prophecy later. Right now he was interested in heading to the training fields. He had missed his chance for morning exercise and had no intentions of starting the summer off rusty. Especially when he had a potential quest to get ready for. The clock was already ticking.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Blackmist16 If it makes you feel any better I haven't filled out ANYONE'S relationship sheets lmao

@Moro

I too am guilty of this. But I plan to finally do that this weekend.

Edit: And oooh. Another Thanatos kid. I too would be pissed if I had gotten thrown into Tartarus and then came back to see the forbidden fathers siring more kids.

@Zenritch Also nice Solo Leveling reference.

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Where did we all sleep?

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Blackmist16

Erin, not Elias, was the one accused of stealing Aphrodite's dove.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Dorian Underwood & Zeru Troy Williams

Location: Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound, New York
Interacting with: Everyone, specifically Dionysus and Chiron

Dorian couldn't believe his ears and it seemed that everyone was sharing the same thoughts. The gods were likely getting played with once again and instead of trying to solve it themselves they decided to point fingers. This finger was pointed at his best friend and he wasn't going to allow anyone, not even the gods to besmirch Erin's name and accuse her of something that she didn't do. He stepped more into view and aimed his words directly through the messengers as if he were speaking to the Olympians themselves. "I'm in agreeance with the others. That is utter bullshit. Erin would never do that. You can't expect anyone to believe that she would. What happens if the true culprit isn't discovered in seven days?" It wasn't that he doubted that Erin was capable of proving her innocence and he would follow her to the depths of Tartarus to help her, but the gods weren't known to be the forgiving type. Especially when they themselves were in the wrong.

Zeru was disappointment in missing out on the chance to climb the tower disappeared in response to the sudden turn of events. Someone had done the unspeakable. They stole a bird, but not just any bird. Aphrodite's dove. Much like the others he didn't doubt Erin's innocence. Ares was an idiot and it seemed that a requirement for being a child of the big three was to get blamed for something you very clearly didn't do. But that wasn't the important thing here. Zeru had seen an opportunity in this. He had to insert himself into this quest. Helping return her most sacred dove would put him in his goddess Aphrodite's good graces. And if he were truly lucky he may have the chance to fight Ares. He had to stop his inner excitement from leaking at the thought. He heard of a previous quest where the son of Poseidon, Percy, was able to fight him and even managed to drive the god of war off.

Zeru's attention came back to the conversation at Dorian's question. This was his moment. He stepped forward and said, "That's a good question. As I'm sure you agree, Mr. D, the gods in all their power tend to be all-ignorant and can hold eternal grudges." He motioned to the diet cokes. "Erin's one of us and with Ares against her the stakes are considerably high."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Dorian Underwood

Location(s): Underworld; Camp Half-Blood, Obstacle Tower. Interacting with: Dear old Dad; Fellow Challengers

Dorian and his cloaked father stood far off in a corner of the Judgment Pavillion. He had recently started to spend quite sometime with Thanatos whenever he wasn't busy with school or any other normal teenage activities. Admittedly he didn't do much of anything normal. But school was over and now he no longer had an excuse to get away from the normal world. He had to return to camp. Which he was honestly happy about. Camp was the only place he truly felt like he was at home even if he felt like a bit of an outcast at first. That changed once he started making friends and letting some people in especially his favorite daughter of the Underworld, Erin. It had been a while since he's seen her and he was wondering how she was doing.

In his train of thought he missed his father speaking to him. "Huh?"

"I said I feel like I will be busy this summer so I can't have you doing random pop ups. I want you to continue working hard at making friends and putting yourself out there. Fight and compete with the other godlings more. Nothing brings you all closer together than the thrill and passion of a healthy challenge."

"It's not much of a challenge for the others when you're up against the frailest of the demigods. I'm quite literally skin and bones." Dorian lifts his right arm revealing his ungloved skeletal hand. Down here he had no reason to keep it hidden. No one in the Underworld freaked out when they saw bones, because almost everyone there was dead in the first place.

Thanatos's laugh echoed through his robes. "Your physical strength isn't all that makes you or anyone else strong. You'll see what I mean in time. But for now, enjoy your summer my son."

Before Dorian could respond his father's hand was placed on his chest and he was swallowed up in the darkness of shadows. That jerk. He was sure that he sent him away just so he couldn't get the chance to call him a fortune cookie. He found himself appearing smack dab in the middle of the chaotic pit of the Obstacle Tower. Did his dad send him to this exact spot on purpose? He quickly placed his skeletal hand in his pocket as he looked around at the scene in front of him. The crowd was as loud as always and he saw a few faces he recognized. He looked up at the tower and saw that the competition was already well under way. But that wasn't all. He glanced down back at the ground and noticed the trio of Ares kids. Two of them were attempting to calm down one that he was sure was named Talon. He didn't really know much about him, but his anger was infamous at camp. Dorian immediately knew that wasn't a problem he wanted. Maybe he could walk away before he's noticed. Before he could make his first step back he hears the sound of thunder approaching overhead.

Zeru Troy Williams

Location(s): Dreamscape; Camp Half-Blood, Obstacle Tower. Interacting with: Everyone

Zeru arrived at camp late the day before. He didn't want to risk being late on the first official day of camp. He also wanted to get a good night's rest before all the chaos and excitement of the summer would've prevented it. Unfortunately his rest would be anything but good. His subconscious drifted to his past painting an all too familiar picture. An eleven year old Zeru and an adult Satyr ran up the hill leading into camp. They were so close to the border, but their pursuer was even closer behind them. They had been traveling for days trying to escape the giant hound, but no matter what they did or how far they went it was close on their trail. Zeru had been told that it had something to do with his scent as a demigod. He knew he smelt good, but to monsters he smelt like a six-course meal slathered in bacon grease.

"Pantelis, we're not going to reach the camp before he reaches us. We have to make a stand."

"Are you crazy? He'd tear us apart and you are too important to die. I won't risk it."

"He's going to tear us apart either way and I'm still going to be dead. I'm a demigod, right? That means I have powers, right? Powers that can take him down?"

"Powers that you still don't understand, but yes." Pantelis sighed and came to a stop. He had a bad feeling, but he knew that the kid was right. Every fiber of his being was telling him to keep running, but even if he started back now it was too late. The decision was made and the predator found its prey. He stepped towards the beast and motioned for Zeru to get behind him. His safety was still the priority. He pulled his club from his side and held it out ready for battle. He whispered a silent prayer. "May the gods protect the young master." He charged forward pulling the club behind him before jumping into the air aiming for the left head. He had been close to clubbing it but was quickly swiped at by its right paw.

Pantelis was sent crashing into a nearby tree and Zeru ran over to him. The monster watched on not caring to attack either while one was nearly dead and the other had his back turned. Even a beast had honor.

Zeru looked down at his friend and his wounds and knew that this was the end for him. It was all his fault. If they had kept running maybe they would've made it. Maybe someone from the camp would've come out to help them if they were just a little bit closer. He looked up the hill and saw no sign of reinforcements. This was it. This was going to be his last stand. Droplets of tears trickled down his cheeks and onto the passing Satyr. "I'm sorry Pantelis. I'll make this right." He reached for the club and stood up to turn and face the two headed canine that had caused him so much pain and trouble. He could feel something change within him. Electricity cackled around him and surged around the club and when he spoke his voice was deeper and tinged with anger. "Hey, doggie. Fetch."

The dream shifted before it could continue and Zeru found himself having a bird's eye view of the camp. And not just any bird, his golden eagle Aquila. It was morning and the world below was bolstering with activity. Returned campers and newcomers were strolling into camp and getting settled in. The full-timers were already in the middle of their routines. Aquila continued to fly over camp coming close to a pit of an excitement. She viewed the Obstacle Tower and the challengers on it already trying their best to beat each other. Upon seeing this in his dream Zeru sprung up from his sleep realizing that he had overslept.

He looked around his empty cabin taking a second to fully wake up and adjust to his vision going from bird to human so quickly. He then leapt out of bed and scrambled to find some pants. He found a clean pair and fell over onto the floor as he tried to put them on. "I can't believe they started without me. They won't get away with this." While on the floor he wriggled into his pants and made a whistling noise. Zeru then jumped up from the floor, grabbed a mint and headed straight out of the door forgetting to wear a shirt and shoes.

Once Zeru made it outside he was met by his trusty storm steed. "There you are. Let's get going." He mounted Sylph and the two rode off into the sky. The sound of thunder roared over the normally weather-proofed Camp as she galloped across the sky above. While aboard flight Venti Zeru took the opportunity to take his mints and prepare for his landing. Once they hovered close to the pit that the Obstacle Tower stood tall he too stood atop her back as if he were a balancing circus act. As he approached he yelled down to the others to catch their attention even more. "I can't believe you all started without me. I heard Ky had a winning streak. I'm here to put an end to it."

As he said that Zeru jumped down from Sylph and used the wind to cushion his landing. He turned his back to the crowd revealing his the new eagle tattoo sprawled across his back. He looked up at the tower, ignoring what was going on with Talon and his siblings on the ground, and noticed how much of the competition he had managed to miss. His eyes widened as he noticed Pierre getting close to the ring. Could his victory be snatched before he had even the chance to compete for it?

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Sorry for the delay on my first post. I'll be getting it up today.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

I'm open to character relationships with Zeru and Dorian. So anyone feel free to shoot me a PM.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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______________________________________	Zeru Troy Williams, Son of Zeus

Zeru Troy Williams, Son of Zeus

_{Well, look at that. I guess lightning does strike twice.}

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___________________________________ N A M E Zeru Troy Williams; Zee; Troy; Skylord A G E October 8th, 18 G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual, but leans more towards women. P L A C E O F O R I G I N Atlanta, Georgia N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Black and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'2 Weight: 175 lbs. Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Earring in his left ear, a giant tattoo of a golden eagle on his back, and a lightning bolt on his right shoulder. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single. F A M I L Y Mother: Aniyah Williams Father: The Almighty Zeus L E G A C Y Apollo P E T S A female golden eagle by the name of Aquila. Sometimes when he sleeps he sees the world through her eyes. He also has a pet venti spirit named Sylph. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Friends ✔ Fighting ✔ Training ✔ Flying ✔ Music ✔ Art ✔ Reading ✔ Video Games D I S L I K E S ✘ Bullies ✘ Losing people ✘ Not being strong enough ✘ Monsters ✘ Cheaters except for Aphrodite ✘ Subways ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y ⚡ Courageous ⚡ Loyal ⚡ Passionate ⚡ Smart ⚡ Driven ⚡ Protective ⚡ Adventurous ⚡ Leader ⚡ Incredibly Strong-Willed ⚡ Creative Those who don't know Zeru may see him as a meathead who loved to fight potentially more than the children of Ares. But those who do know him know that he's a lot deeper than he appears around camp. He has the body of a warrior, but the heart of an artist. He's kind, caring, and is willing to do anything for the people he cares about. He can also be protective, and sometimes overly so, feeling as if it's his responsibility and in a way it is. He's a natural born leader and knows how to make the best out of people's strengths and weaknesses. When he's not training you'll likely find him in his cabin either reading, writing, or something else to occupy his time and mind. He feels that it should be just as sharp as his weapon and as strong as his body. He also enjoys being out in nature and feels inspired by it sometimes. Even though he has no issue attracting people he's often oblivious to the signs that someone has feelings for him. He has dated around a bit over the years, but he's not a player. If he were to, for example, date a certain daughter of Apollo he'd be completely faithful to her. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Zeru's story begins like many others. With two people falling in love. Except by a little twist of fate, one of these people happened to be a god. His mother was a pilot in Atlanta working for both Delta and a private airline. It was for the latter that she met him. His presence was elegant and commanding. He enthralled every room he stepped in and when their eyes met it was love at first sight. He approached her and struck a conversation and the rest was history. The two dated for a while, seeing each other whenever their busy schedules allowed them to. Then she discovered she was pregnant. They weren't married, but she was happy. She had known for a while that he wasn't a normal man. He trusted her with the truth and she surprisingly believed him. She considered Zeru her strong little blessing from the sky, hence the names Zeru and Troy, the city that stood strong for ten years. When he was born Zeus spent much less time around them. He had to for multiple reasons that Zeru would later grow up to understand. At the time the Big 3 were still forbidden from having children, but they all seemed to forsake that decision multiple times. Zeru excelled in the regular world as a child. He may have been a bit too hyperactive and had a short attention span, but he never seemed to suffer from the dyslexia that afflicted most demigods. Instead he was able to both read and write at a more advanced level. His mom was gone a lot for work and because of this he started to become more independent early on. He of course had baby sitters, but they were more of a formality than anything. Life was great, but he always felt like he was missing something. It was as if his heart was yearning for something that he couldn't get while at home. Then one day when he was 11 something strange happened. School was almost out for the summer and he was walking home when he was approached by two stray dogs that were oddly close together. He didn't think much of it and reached out to pet them. The two opened their mouths and were about to devour his hand when he was tackled out of the way by a goat man? He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Instead his vision was clearer than ever. Those two dogs? Just one big one with two heads. That goat man? Still a goat man and our young Zeru was understandably freaking out. The satyr noticed this and pulled out a reed pipe and played a few notes on it. Zeru instantly found himself calming down and truly taking in everything around him. Once he was calm he started to think. He had met his father a few times, but never as the all-powerful Zeus. He did however tell him that he was Greek and in an effort to feel more connected to him he did some studying at his school library about Greece and learned about their mythology. From what he knew the goat man was a Satyr and this two headed dog wasn't Cerberus, but something else. Then it hit him. It was from a story of one of his favorite demigods, Heracles and his trials. He was able to kill it, but here it was again. This time it wasn't facing a man with the strength of ten. The Satyr played another song on his pipe and the flowers around the giant dog started to grow before entangling around it. The dog struggled against the strengthened flowers, but it wasn't going to hold for long and they did the only thing they could do. They ran. They traveled from Atlanta all the way to New York, but wherever they went that dog was still close on their trail. During the journey he found out more about who he was and his heritage and that this is practically a normal occurrence for those like him. That was another thing. There were a lot of others like him. They were coming up on Half-Blood Hill and it seemed like they were going to make it when their friend finally caught up to them. They knew at this point that in a chase they were going to be caught before they could even move. So instead they decided to face it head on. The satyr told Zeru to stand behind him and pulled a wooden club from his side. It looked heavy, but he was surprisingly holding it well. He charged at the two headed beast, leapt into the air preparing to club it to death, but instead he was swiped to the side and against the tree as if he were nothing more than a fly. Zeru ran towards his new friend and noticed the gashing wound in his stomach. He wasn't going to make it and Zeru felt useless and responsible for this. He looked to the distance he still had before making it to the safe zone and knew that he wasn't going to make it. He felt frustrated. He felt sad. He felt angry and he felt tired. He reached for the club that rested at his friend's side and picked it up. He could tell that it was heavy, but to him it felt like he was holding a simple bat. He turned to the beast and his eyes turned a deep blue. Electricity cackled around him and surged around the normally non-conductive club. "Hey, doggie. Fetch." He dashed forward, launched into the air and prepared to crush both heads under his might. When he awoke he found himself in some infirmary being attended to and fed the most pleasant tasting thing he had the pleasure of tasting. It also had the added benefit of healing him. He couldn't remember anything that happened beyond the Satyr dying in front of him. The pain from that memory lingered and drove him to never want to be weak again. From this day forward he would be the protector, not the protected. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin One - Zeus, King of the Gods Y E A R S AT C A M P Seven F A T A L F L A W His quite literal fatal flaw is that he'd lay his life on the line to protect the people he cares about. F O R M When angered, usually on behalf of injuries or worse to his friends, an reddish orange field of electricity surrounds his body. It's almost as if the sun itself was fueling him and his anger. This state does leave him significantly drained afterwards. W E A K N E S S Zeru's weakness is that he sometimes feels like he has the weight of the sky on his shoulder. That it's his duty to lead his friends and family and protect them. He also has the aforementioned weakness of his form. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Cabin Councilor Training Instructor W E A P O N S Zeru possesses an Adamantine Sword named SkySlicer. When it's not used it appears as a normal pendant on his Camp Half-Blood necklace. He presses it and it pops down into his hand. He was gifted this by Zeus and when using it the blade glows blue. The blade has an ability that allows Zeru to imbue it with electricity or air. He also possesses a typical Greek bow. There's nothing special about it whatsoever. A B I L I T I E S Electrokinesis: When it comes to lightning and electricity Zeru happens to be a prodigy. The ability comes as natural to him as just about any exercise. His older half-brother Jason sought him out one year and helped him develop this ability the most out of the others. Through his training and years of experience he's able to summon powerful bolts of lightning from the sky, generate electricity from his body, and even enhance his own speed. He also seems to be completely immune to electricity, but he hasn't truly tested his limits. Atmokinesis: Admittedly not his strongest ability Zeru is able to manipulate the weather. He can make it rain, snow or any form of precipitation in a small area or generate a semi-powerful storm. This ability also gives him control over storm venti. Aerokinesis: Zeru can control, manipulate, and generate air at different levels of pressure, intensity, and force. He can use this ability to send powerful blasts of air, fly, or solidify and create different shapes. Lordship over the Skies: As the son of Zeus, Zeru has divine authority over all birds whether or not they can fly. He can also communicate with them both verbally and telepathically. They all seem to trust and have respect for him. Zeru feels rejuvenated and stronger whenever he's above ground. Even moreso the closer he is to the sun. This is due to him being in the domains of his father and godly brocestor Apollo. Lie Detection: Due to Zeus being the god of oaths(ironic, I know) and Apollo being the god of truth Zeru has developed the ability to detect when people are lying. At first he couldn't turn it off, but over time gained control enough to where he only activates it when he wants to. But regardless of whether it's on or not he's grown quite well at reading people and their different tells to give away their dishonesty. Let's just say he can't wait until he can legally gamble. Heat and Fire Resistance: Although he's not completely immune from the effects of heat and fire due to his Apollo legacy he's able to withstand higher temperatures and most levels of flames. Enhanced Physiology: Demigods are already naturally stronger than normal humans their age and the children of the Big 3 are normally even stronger than that. But the children of Zeus? Strength is in their blood. This is no different with Zeru. He wouldn't put himself on the same level as Heracles, but moreso around his older brother Jason's level when he was his age and it's believed that his strength is still growing. This goes the same for his durability, agility, and reflexes as well. But on top of that his Apollo legacy blessed his sight, voice/words, and his hands creating a balance between the pen and the sword. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Although he doesn't try to be showy with his talents Zeru has a poetic soul and hides a journal of his poetry in the Zeus Cabin. He also can sing, play the piano, saxophone, and electric guitar. The latter he only picked up because of the word electric. He also keeps a stash of grass hidden in a different spot than his journal. Zeru has a pretty big crush on Aphrodite. T H E M E S O N G ZEUS Face Claim: Trevor Jackson | #15B9E7

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______________________________________	Dorian Underwood, Son of Thanatos

Dorian Underwood, Son of Thanatos

_{"Life is stressful, dear. That’s why they say “Rest In Peace.”"}

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___________________________________ N A M E Dorian Underwood; Dori; Kid Death A G E October 31st, 16 G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Los Angeles, California N A T I O N A L I T Y French American E T H N I C I T Y Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'10 Weight: 150 lbs Hair: Olive Green Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: A skeletal right hand that he usually covers with a leather glove. And a purple butterfly forcibly tattooed on the back of his left hand. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single for now F A M I L Y Mother: Vivian Underwood Father: Thanatos Siblings: TBD L E G A C Y N/A P E T S N/A ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Nature ✔ Butterflies ✔ The dead ✔ The living ✔ Sleep ✔ The Underworld ✔ The Few Friends he does have ✔ His parents D I S L I K E S ✘ Bullies ✘ Cigarettes ✘ Seeing those he cares about hurt ✘ Loud noises ✘ He likes Apollo, but sometimes there's such a thing as too much sun. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Shy ☠ Loyal ☠ Kind ☠ Smart ☠ Tactical ☠ Supportive Dorian is a bit of recluse. It's partially to his own doing, but also to the doing of others. Even though years have passed people were still wary about those being related to gods of the Underworld. He understood why and never held it against anyone. His dad was Death personified. This isn't to say that he's incapable of making friends. Some have even tried to be friends with him and he allowed them in, but not fully. He still holds secrets from others. He's really kind and does have a sense of humor though most of his jokes are death related. He can laugh at and make jokes that don't deal with death. He loves nature and nature seems to love him as well. He loves butterflies the most and he guesses it has something to do with his dad. They tend to rest on him a lot not fearing the presence of death around him. He finds himself wishing that he had wings just like his father so that he could fly away with them. He's more caring than anything and hates to see people in pain. He constantly wishes that he was a healer like one of the Apollo children, but he wasn't born so lucky. He's also pretty much just like an ordinary teenager. He deals with puberty, coming closer to adulthood, and crushes. Though who really wants to court Death? ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y The love story of Dorian's parents was a weird one, but it was still better than Twilight could ever been. His mother always seemed to have a fascination with death. She was weird like that. While at College she started interning at a morgue and after graduation she became a mortician. One day a man came in claiming to be a detective and was inspecting a body that had been found at a gruesome crime scene. As he looked over the body the two talked and talked for what seemed like hours. They had so much in common and it wasn't hard for her to fall for him. His schedule was weird, but he spent some good time with her. One night they finally had sex in the next week he told her that he was being transferred to New York. She was sad and even wanted to go with him, but he convinced her not to telling her that her destiny was here in Los Angeles. What did he know about destiny? He was know Apollo. Nine months later Dorian popped out. His mother found joy in naming him after the guy who used a painting to cheat death. His life was seemingly normal for most of it. Monsters didn't seem to bother him as much as they bothered other demigod children. They may toy with a child of Hades, but who would want to mess with the first child of Death? No one knew what he might have been capable of. Everything changed on his twelve birthday. His right hand became bony. He learned all too soon about his decay ability while playing on the playground. Fortunately he didn't learn about it by using it on a human child. He touched one of the chains on the swing and it started to rust and decay. He quickly ran home after that and told his mother. She was surprised about his abilities and urged him to hide it. She didn't know what people would think about him if they found out. When the summer started he was brought to Camp Half-Blood by a satyr and started to understand more about himself and why he was so different from others. Things took a turn for the worse when he found out who his godly parent was. Most people stayed away from him and he became the outcast in a group of societal outcasts. He was the only child of Thanatos so he slept in his cabin alone. That changed when he learned about his ability to travel to the underworld. Whenever he went to sleep he'd slip into the Underworld to sleep among the dead. He found himself at peace down there. One year later he met his father down there when he was about to go to sleep and instead of sleeping that night they talked and he even followed him on his soul picking errands. He told him why he was so special, but he wasn't buying it. Being the only child of someone didn't exactly make you more special than the other demigods. When the sun was about to come up he was given his sword "Reaper". He was more than glad that he wasn't given a scythe. If he did he might as well had put on a cloak and gained the rest of the skeletal look. From then on he continued to train with his powers and his sword to make something of himself. Not the uncontrollable child of death, but as Dorian Underwood. Now he's heading to camp once again with a slightly better attitude. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Eighteen, Thanatos God of Peaceful Death Y E A R S AT C A M P Four W E A K N E S S Dorian is more frail than your average demigod, but where he lacks in brawn he makes up for it in his unconventional skill. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S N/A W E A P O N S He wields a sword named Reaper that has two forms. One of celestial bronze and the other of stygian iron. He tries to only use the stygian side on monsters as he'd hate to cause unnecessary torture and grief to those he wounds. A B I L I T I E S Peaceful Passage/Death Decay: His bone hand gives him two different abilities. He has since gained control over them, but still prefers to hide his hand with a leather glove. The first ability that his hand gives him is the power to ease the passage of someone dying. To do so he has to touch them with his bone hand and say a prayer. He only uses this if they're in intense pain from whatever it is that caused their death or is causing their death. The pain "removes" itself from their body, but the wounds stay. The second ability his hand gives him is the power to cause decay on anything or anyone that he touches with it. Of course now that he has control of it he can touch anyone he wants with his hand without causing them to decay. The decay starts where he touches them and doesn't spread if his hand is removed from the body or object. The longer he has his hand on said object or person the more and faster they'd decay. It's dangerous to use in battle due to how fast paced fighting is. Death Drive: This is another power that he was given from his godly father. This power seemed to be a counter of his skill with easing people with his words. This Death Drive is a literal representation of the psychological study by Sigmund Freud. He has an invisible aura that appears in the battle field that makes others around him more reckless and self-destructive in battle. For the first two years he had at camp he couldn't control it, but then he was able to focus the aura so that it only affects his enemies or none at all. He mostly uses this against monsters. Underworld Passage/Shadow Travel: As a child of Death he's able to pass freely between the living world and the undead by creating a "door" for him to walk or seep through. As of yet he still hasn't learned how to bring anyone that isn't dead with him. Unlike children of Hades he doesn't have full control over shadows, but he is able to travel through them and bring others, but at the cost of a lot of his energy. Necromancy: As a child of Death he also has a connection to the dead. He can summon about ten normal skeletons, but only 3 warrior ones. He can also speak with the dead telepathically as well as sense death and life auras. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Dorian seems to have a calming ability when it comes to speaking to allies before battle. When he speaks to them it seems as if he removes their fears or worries for the time being, making them ready for battle. He's also a surprisingly skilled swordsman, picking it up rather naturally when he got to camp. T H E M E S O N G Paint It Black Face Claim: Timothee Chalamet | #B7B7B7

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______________________________________	Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris

Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris

_{"Face it. You chased the rainbow and found gold."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Alina Leora Kim A G E February 22, 19 G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual. Hello Rainbow P L A C E O F O R I G I N Honolulu, Hawaii N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Black, Korean, and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'7 Weight: 155 lbs Hair: Whatever color she wants it to be. Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Crescent Moon tatoo behind her left her. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Mother: Goddess Iris Father: Michael Kim L E G A C Y Isis; and because of this Alina is sometimes considered cold and calculating. Her connection to Isis also gives her access to magic and the knowledge of Divine Words. P E T S She has a brown Pegasus with green hair gifted to her by her mother named Urian ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Herself ✔ Camp; she'll never admit it but she considers this place home. ✔ Candy or any kind of sweet. Is known to take candy bribes. ✔ Nature ✔ Naps ✔ Music ✔ Reading D I S L I K E S ✘ Loud noises and people. ✘ Swimming. She's an excellent swimmer. She just doesn't like getting herself and her hair wet. ✘ Anyone that would dare hurt the people she cares about. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Smart ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦ Fun ♦ Protective ♦ Lazy ♦ Ambivert ♦ Strong-Willed Alina is what you would imagine a cat would be if they were human. She comes off as lazy and selfish, but genuinely does care about others. She just puts her own interests before anyone else's. But when her family is in actual need she's willing to drop everything to help them. She considers the others at camp her family. She's normally very calm, but is quick to be annoyed. You don't want her to get angry. Hulk and Talon are nothing compared to her if you push her that far. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Seventeen - Iris, Goddess of Rainbows Y E A R S AT C A M P Seven F A T A L F L A W Even though she swears she looks out for number one she's actually a big softie and will put her life on the line for her family. F O R M When pushing herself or using more of Isis' influence Alina forms green-ish blue fairy-esque wings on her back. It gives her the ability to fly as well as increasing the power of her magic. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Cabin Councilor W E A P O N S A celestial bronze Egyptian Dagger named Tear of the Nile A B I L I T I E S Photokinesis: Alina has the ability to manipulate and produce light. With this she can create light constructs, beams, and form rainbows. She can also cast illusions by manipulating light and enhance them with her magic. Mystiokinesis: Alina has the ability to cast and manipulate magic. She sometimes uses it in tandem with her Photokinesis. Divine Words: Alina has knowledge of every Divine Word and has the ability to use them. However she can only use three Divine Words a day. Any attempt to use more would drain her life force. Polyglot: Although she only learned how to read, write, and speak in Greek, Korean, Hawaiin, and English she has the unnatural ability to understand and speak any language she hears or sees. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Alina is an excellent artist, but doesn't actively practice it. However she does like to draw or paint something significant that happened at camp that summer or year. She has a wand that she sometimes uses for spells. She enjoys the theatrics of it. She's always seen with a sizable key around her neck. Very few are actually aware of what the key is for. She's just flipping awesome. T H E M E S O N G Superman (It's Not Easy) Face Claim: Tati Gabrielle | #E137E3

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______________________________________	Seraphina Oriane Williams, Daughter of Hecate

Seraphina Williams, Daughter of Hecate

_{“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”}

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___________________________________ N A M E Seraphina Oriane Williams; Sera; Ori; Lady Hellfire A G E January 11th, 17 G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Bronx County New York, New York N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Black and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'9 Weight: 134 lbs. Hair: Black Eyes: Purple Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: She has a tattoo of the Sun and Moon interlocked like Yin and Yang on her left shoulder blade. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: Jacob Griesheim Beauregard Garcia Kepano Ka'aukai Imani Du Bailey Anzu Ito Octavia Arellano(For the last two: She loves girls who could hand her, her ass in a fight) F A M I L Y Father: Cyrus Williams Mother: Hecate Siblings: TBD Cousin: Zeru Williams L E G A C Y Apollo P E T S Sera has a pet Raven named Mr. Poe. She can use her magic to transform him into other animals or creatures with an hour limit. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Her family ✔ Her friends ✔ Fire. She's a little pyro. ✔ Any kind of rock/rock and roll music. ✔ Anime ✔ Comics ✔ Cartoons ✔ Fighting ✔ Shows about magic ✔ FOOD. She's looking at you, Kep. D I S L I K E S ✘ Annoying people ✘ Fake people ✘ Beef ✘ Losing ✘ Stupid questions. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Loyal 🔥 Brave 🔥 Funny 🔥 Potentially psychotic 🔥 Caring 🔥 Smart 🔥 Tough 🔥 Snarky Seraphina is the camp's resident firecracker and not just because of her ability to manipulate flames. She's bold, often sassy, free spirited and just full of explosive energy. She's also probably one of the nicest people you'd ever meet unless you give her a reason not to like you. Then she'd be open with her disdain. She's always looking out for her girls or anyone else she's close to. She's always looking for a good fight, often being spoiled in training by her cousin and his half-sister. Although people trust her and for some reason come to her with their problems she's not one to really open up to others. Except for Fiamma who seemed to have broken through the fortress she put around her own feelings. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y One day a pair of twins was born. A boy and a girl. Those two children would one day grow to meet a god and a goddess. One with thunderous power and the other wielding dark, enchanting magic. Through their short, but powerful romances two kids were born. Cousins of unyielding power. But this story isn't about a family. It's about the fiery daughter of a sorceress. When she was born her dad decided it would be best to raise her away from her cousin. Their parents knew that two demigods with that kind of lineage in such proximity to each other would prove dangerous for them both even before it was their time. So while Zeru was raised in Atlanta, Seraphina was raised in New York. This way she would be closer to the camp and closer to her mother whenever she found herself in the Big Apple. This allowed Sera to have some relationship with her mother growing up, but she honestly didn't like that they didn't feel like a family. She was always coming and going and eventually she wasn't even sure if she needed Hecate in her life. Her and her dad were really doing just fine on their own. Despite their decision to raise them separately the Williams twins decided that the cousins should at least know each other and bond because the day might come up when they'd need each other. So almost every summer or major holiday the two single parent families spent time together. That was until seven years ago when Zeru was first introduced to magical world of demigods. While Zeru was already facing the true dangers of the world Sera was still living safely in blissful ignorance, but her father knew it wouldn't last long. So that summer Cyrus decided to tell her the truth about who she was and her mother. Sera took the news better than he expected. Sera realized this was the reason that her mother wasn't around and it wasn't like she completely forgave her for it, but she understood. She had always known she was different herself. She never got hot and there were times she should have gotten burned, but never did. For the next two years Seraphina decided to discover who she really was and what she was capable of. She convinced her dad to let her visit her cousin that Christmas and there she was told of Camp Half-Blood and all the things he went through that summer, including what led him there. She promised him that she'd protect him from any monster. He laughed and told her she'd have to become stronger than him first and she took that as a challenge. So from that day forward she's worked herself to be stronger than everyone, even Zeru. Whether she'll reach such latitudes is yet to be seen. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Sixteen - Hecate, Goddess of Magic Y E A R S AT C A M P Five F A T A L F L A W Her overconfidence can prove to be her greatest downfall. When you've been blessed with power and regularly train with the best you start to feel like you're the best. This is exceptionally true in Sera's case as she believes no weapon, monster, or being can prosper against her. W E A K N E S S Overuse of her magic can drain her, but it's why she also doesn't rely on it as much as her own strength. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Self Titled Peacekeeper of the Camp W E A P O N S Originally a normal metal chain, Sera enhanced it with her magic making it more durable, has the ability to extend to a certain length, and can withstand the temperatures of her flames. She can use it as a normal chained weapon or she can imbue it with her flames for devastating results. She got the idea from watching Ghost Rider. She also has a bow and a quiver of arrows. Most are tipped with arrowheads, but a few are not. A B I L I T I E S Mystiokinesis: Sera has a natural understanding of magic and is able to cast and manipulate it. She's well versed in Transformation Magic, Telekinesis, Healing Magic, and Enchantment Magic. Pyrokinesis: Seraphina has the ability to conjure and manipulate uniquely colored purple flames. Their color apparently isn't just for show as she has noted that her flames are stronger and hotter than any flame she's personally faced. She is able to manipulate fire that isn't her own and she seems to be immune to the effects of heat and flames. Umbrakinesis: Like her mother and many children of the Underworld, Sera is able to manipulate shadows. Her control over them isn't completely vast, but she's rather capable with them and has her own ways of using them in combat. She can shadow travel, but taking others over large distances does drain her. Soul Retrieval: Not complete Necromancy, but Sera has the ability to temporarily retrieve the souls of the dead so she could talk to them or them talk to her. The longer they've been dead the less time their souls have under her control before they must return. She doesn't usually keep them around, normally asking them a question and then sending them back on their merry way. It works better if she's presently with the body, otherwise they just appear as a ghost in front of her. Minor Telepathy: An ability she contributes to her magical nature she is able to communicate with others via telepathy. She can't read minds or control others, but she can create a psychic link so they could communicate back and forth. She keeps a constant link with her pet raven so they can know when the other is in distress. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Her favorite characters are Azula from AtLA, Dabi from My Hero Academia, Ember McClain from Danny Phantom, Maleficent and Ghost Rider. She's fluent in English, Greek, Latin, and French. She's currently forcing Alina to teach her sign language so she could impress Jacob. She has the singing voice of a rock angel and can play the guitar. She has an exact replica of Ember McClain's guitar. T H E M E S O N G Halestrom I am the Fire Face Claim: Lovie Simone | #AA3EAF

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______________________________________	Cyrus Ray Starr, Son of Notus

Cyrus Ray Starr, Son of Notus

Me, Super? I'm just your average kid from Kansas.

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___________________________________ N A M E Cyrus Ray Starr, Smallville, Superboy, The Incredible Hunk A G E February 29th, 18 G E N D E R cisMale S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Hutchinson, Kansas N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Caucasian and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'3 Weight: 222 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue; Red when using Heat Vision Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Current: Octavia Arellano Ex: Daisy Lane (Human) Crushes: F A M I L Y Mother: Stephanie Starr L E G A C Y Magni, Norse God of Strength P E T S White Swiss Shepherd named Krypto ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Comics ✔ Nature ✔ Animals ✔ Farming ✔ Fighting ✔ Training ✔ Helping people ✔ Flannel D I S L I K E S ✘ Losing control ✘ Bullies ✘ Monsters ✘ People that hurt his friends ✘ Anger ✘ Insects ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Kind ☼ Loyal ☼ Smartish ☼ Temperamental ☼ Protective ☼ Heroic ☼ Badass ☼ Goofy By day Cyrus Starr is likely the best man you'd ever come across. A kind gentleman that looks out for others and puts everyone before himself. He treats everyone with love and looks out for the little guy. But when he sees you picking on the little guy or hurting someone he cares about? The monster comes out. He doesn't turn into a literal monster like Mr. Hyde or the Hulk. Instead he's just someone that sees red and sometimes will have a hard time distinguishing between friend or foe if his anger gets pushed far enough. This normally isn't an issue inside camp except for when things get a little too intense during their war games or "sparring" sessions. But for the most part he is able to reel himself in and even moreso with the help of others before it gets too bad. Cyrus is a vegetarian and a huge fan of comics. Even before he knew his origins he knew there was something special about him. He was a lot stronger than the average kids and learned to control that part of his abilities early. He turned to comics to explain what was happening to him and found a kindred spirit in Superman, including the fact that he was from Kansas. Was he an adopted alien from another planet? He did feel stronger during the summer and he didn't have a father. At least not one that he knew of. So he found father figures in his comics, TV shows, and people around his small town of Hutchinson modeling his personality after theirs. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y One day in the early Fall the god of wind Notus came to Kansas to destroy some crops. It was the one thing he was looking forward to because he absolutely hated Kansas. It was a stupid state and deserved a lot worse than some destroyed crops. But this time he decided to actually look around in one of their towns before he ravaged through them with his furious winds. There he met an exceptional young woman named Stephanie Starr. She was the daughter of a farmer, but he could tell just by looking at her that she was meant for so much more. So he decided to get to know her and for a while he was distracted from his original task. He didn't care. He had found Stephanie. He found love. It was a rare feeling for him, but he enjoyed it. When he had to leave he left her pregnant and left her father's crop field untouched by his furious winds. The rest of Kansas still deserved his fury. That was the last time they were together. He knew he wasn't father or husband material. He was a god, a Titan of power. He had responsibilities. He had no time to play house with humans. Or so he told himself so he wouldn't get attached and let his feelings get the better of him. Despite this he did watch over them and every year he would leave her crops untouched. Stephanie eventually took over her faher's farm giving up on any dreams she had so that she could care for her son and keep the secrets of his origins safe. But young Cyrus had other plans. He loved animals and he loved the farm, but he knew he was meant to be more than a farmhand. He had a glorious purpose. Maybe it was to be the world's first superhero. Cyrus grew up helping people around his town and keeping them out of danger. They chalked it up to miracles having never actually seen their speedy savior. But one young citizen wasn't convinced. When Cyrus was ten his best friend Daisy Lane had been investigating these so called miracles and found that her case lead her to none other than the mysterious farmboy that she had grown up with. She promised not tell his secret, but she wanted to help him on his adventures. Neither of them knew the truth about why he had powers when no one else did, but they didn't care. They were kids having fun and playing hero. When Cyrus was eleven things suddenly changed. The problem with being a demigod child using your powers all willy-nilly? You'd attract a lot of monsters and creatures that want to eat you dead or alive. One such monster? The Minotaur. Daisy and Cyrus were playing at his farm when they noticed a very large bull breeding with one of his cows. Cyrus went to scare it off when he noticed that it wasn't an ordinary bull. He had heard of this thing before in one of his comics about greek mythology. It was the Minotaur, it was real and for some reason it was on his farm. Cyrus told Daisy to run, but she stood momentarily paralyzed. Up until now they were doing small heroics and nothing that would actually put them in danger. But here now she was seeing an actual monster. And she was scared. The Minotaur smelled her fear and stepped away from the cow before picking up its discarded axe off the ground. He charged towards Daisy ready to swing on her with his axe, but was stopped by Cyrus jumping between them and releasing a beam of heat from his eyes. The Minotaur was surprised, but blocked the blast with his axe and smirked as it did nothing, but heat it up and turn it red. Cyrus took the moment to charge at the beast and they came to blows. He couldn't let Daisy get hurt. He couldn't. This constant thought invoked a feeling that he rarely felt. Anger. He felt himself getting stronger as he knocked the axe out of the Minotaur's hand and delivered a devastating punch to his stomach. That was all the opening he needed. He started pummeling the Minotaur relentlessly. How dare he put his best friend in danger? How dare he!? Daisy had come to her senses to watch her friend mercilessly beat down on someone who was no longer fighting. This wasn't the hero she knew or that he aspired to be and she did the only thing she could think to do to stop him. She ran up and hugged him from behind while yelling, "Enough!" In his blind fury he had pushed her off of him sending her into a bale of hay. This was enough to knock him to his senses and he went to check on her. She was okay, but they were both moreso worried about him. They looked back and saw that the Minotaur had disappeared, but Cyrus knew what he had done. After Daisy went home Cyrus talked to his mother about what happened and what he had been doing all this time. She decided to tell him the truth about his father and how one year he had left a note that would provide Cyrus with all of the answers he needed. All it read was, "Follow the wind." And so Cyrus did so going on a journey to the big city. New York, New York. Time had passed and Cyrus found himself living as a full time camper at Camp Half-Blood. He decided it was best not to put his small town in anymore danger now that both he and the monsters were aware of who and what he was. He kept in touch with Daisy though and they did date for a bit when he was fifteen, but when they were sixteen they decided the long distance alternate worlds of magic of normalcy wasn't going to really work for them. He still doesn't know how she was able to see through the mist. Meanwhile unbeknownst to everyone the Minotaur did return to Hutchinson to retrieve what he had sired before returning to the Labyrinth. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 29: Boreas, God of the North Winds Y E A R S AT C A M P 7; Full Time Camper F A T A L F L A W He puts himself on the line before everyone because he believes he can take it. His guilt is also a huge flaw for him whenever he accidentally hurts one of the people he cares about. W E A K N E S S His anger is both his strength and his weakness because it leaves him a powerful, yet uncontrollable machine. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S N/A W E A P O N S Bone Steel Warhammer A B I L I T I E S Aerokinesis: As the son of Notus, Cyrus has divine control over the wind. But he uses his differently than most wind users. Like most he uses it for flight or increasing his own relative speed, but he mainly uses it for what he calls Super Breath. It allows him to create gusts of wind, take deep breaths to inhale the wind/air around him, or put out winds at a temperature so low that they'd freeze whatever he targeted. Heat Vision: As the son of Notus, Cyrus has some control over heat and fire, but not in the way you might think. He can't manipulate flames or even create his own, but he can emit waves of heat from his eyes. He can force an excess amount of heat from his eyes to attempt a "Solar Flare" that allows him to release all the collected heat within his body. This weakens him greatly and puts him on the level of a human for at least 24 hours. Super Enhanced Physiology: As the legacy of Magni, Cyrus has exceptional levels of strength and the durability to match so he wouldn't destroy himself in the process of using his strength. His strength has grown over the years, but it's still not at its peak and wouldn't be so for at least another seventeen years. Rumor has it that he may be as strong as Hercules, but the largest thing he's lifted while mellow was a bus. But if he's ever angry and starts to lose control his strength grows at the same rate of his anger until he calms back down. It's believed he's had mental blockers put in place through deep hypnosis to cap out his normal strength so he wouldn't harm his friends around camp. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Has a lot of flannel in various different colors Occasionally sneaks out and does heroics Voted most likely to expose the world of demigods and monsters T H E M E S O N G Save Me Face Claim: Tom Welling | #ff4d4d

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Maize

Maize was taken aback by Pinkie's sudden burst of excitement. It was something that she wasn't used to. Her friends tended to be cheery and enthusiastic, but this was more on a childlike level. In a way it was adorable, but she wouldn't admit to that. But she had a problem. She didn't know exactly how to break it down to her that she couldn't do this. She wasn't sure what she was, but she knew that she wasn't a Saiyan. But that didn't mean her own species didn't have some method of transformation. Even Zarbon's race had their own. She had also encountered another race of people with a similar transformation to her own. In that moment she eyed the green one who had still yet to introduce himself. She wondered if he had the same ability as the one she fought.

Maize turned her attention back to inquisitive one before her. "I'm not sure it's something I can teach you. I'm not super clear on the facts of it, but it was a legend of my people. You have to be a Saiyan to do this, but I think it's possible you have a transformation of your own. You just gotta grow stronger and dig deep. Once you do that come fight me." She wasn't sure if she would be able to find her own transformation, but if she did she was excited to see what it would be and how much stronger she'd get. Despite not actually believing in the possibility the thought of Pinkie getting stronger made Maize pumped and motivated to train and push past her limits as well. Then she'd be able to show Yaksha which legend Frieza should've feared more. The Super Saiyan or the Majin.

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