Lord Wyron

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Simon Riddle

Location:Obstacle Tower; Camp Half-Blood
^{Interacting With: Michael, Niesha, Erin, Syleste}

”Come on, Mikey, have a go. You might like what happens!”

"...Mm, I doubt it." Simon Riddle's voice cut through the conversation like sewing scissors through silk. Seemingly appearing out of thin air besides the quartet of demigods, Simon crouched down to a seating position next to Niesha, shifting weight off his bad leg in a pose that could only be described as lopsided.

Hiding his eyes behind a pair of purple-tinted round-framed sunglasses, Simon attempted a smile - the operative word being attempted. "The Tower's not the real obstacle of the challenge, it's the opponents. Kairi and Damon see this as a head-to-head, not a free-for-all. Any of us'd be torn apart in the crossfire. Best to stay out of it until you have the upper hand, hm? Besides, getting a wooden peg rammed into your face isn't as funny as it looks; one bad slip off could cause permanent damage, wouldn't want that..." Simon seemed to ramble on, his expression contorting to one of concentrated intrigue, as if inwardly trying to complete the train of thought he had inadvertently created.

"I heard..." Simon began, apparently growing bored with his own thoughts, "Through the grapevine, that there's supposed to be some sort of big announcement going on today. Don't ask me what. Call it a lucky guess or perhaps...intuition." At that last word, Simon reached within the pocket of his coat to remove a single tarot card - the Magician. "I'm a fan of irony most times, I identify with my ilk." Simon explained, answering an unspoken question, appearing all but totally disinterested in the mad whoops and hollers of the other campers mixed in with the cheers, battle cries, and yells of pain from those participating in the Tower.

"Oh! Where are my manners, excuse me." Leaning forward to look past Niesha and Michael, Simon flashed another 'smile' in the direction of Erin and Syleste. "Good morning, Erica-- Erin; good morning, Syleste. Odd seeing you two here, but I suppose odder things have happened, no?"

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Hawley Griffin

Location:Hermes Cabin; Camp Half-Blood.
^{Interacting With:Gustavo the Mouse}

"Should see if we can get one of the Hecate kids to make you talk..." Hawley Griffin spoke aloud, more to himself than anyone else, eyes locked onto the small white-and-brown mouse occupied with nibbling on a cashew held securely in its tiny paws. "That'd be interesting, wouldn't you think? Egh...Maybe not, you might be a real bastard." Griffin stroked the mouse's head gently with his index finger, smirking softly at Gustavo.

Even within the confines of his Cabin, the whoops and cheers from the Obstacle Tower penetrated the aging wooden walls, prompting Griffin's smile to turn into a grimace of indignation. In years past, Griffin would've probably attempted to climb the tower, himself, with a not-insignificant chance at winning. But the obstacle course quickly became the Ares kids' playground, and while Griffin would pay good money to wipe Deon's shit-eating grin from off his face, it just wasn't worth the effort.

"Might as well go see the action, eh? Maybe someone'll get knocked into a coma again." Rising to his feet, Griffin outstretched his palm, waiting for Gustavo to hop in his hand, where he was promptly perched upon his shoulder, Griffin's second-in-command.

Grabbing a pair of aviator sunglasses from around his shirt collar, Griffin spent a moment examining himself in the mirror, giving a subtle half-shrug in response to his appearance, deeming it at least acceptable.

Facing the bright morning sun, Griffin planted both hands firmly in his jacket pockets, strolling down the winding trail that led from the cabins to the heart of camp, following the noise like a marker. Strolling by the basketball court with a certain jump to his step, Griffin cocked his head sideways, catching a glimpse of his 'baby' brother in the middle of a basketball game with a few other like-minded demigods who didn't want to get their faces smashed in for fun.

"Oi! Be sure to keep your pants on, too, will you, love?" Griffin called out to Alan, grinning from ear to ear before giving a cheeky salute and continuing on his way, not bothering to wait for any reply. Having grown up without any siblings before going to Camp, Griffin had rather tackled head-on the role of teasing big brother, always ready to jab or poke at his innumerable siblings over something or other. But there was a camaraderie to it, in the end. The children of the Hermes Cabin were arguably among the most united and loyal to one another, and Griffin had proudly led them to victory in uncountable prank wars against other cabins over the years.

Continuing down the trail, Griffin could spot the winding obstacle tower in the far distance, groaning and roaring its mechanical noise as if in testament to its mighty power against the campers. Griffin kept walking, not stopping until he was at the bleachers, not bothering to find a seat, content with leaning up against the metal framework to watch the action from the ground. Deon, Ky' vie, Ariana, that was expected. But, what was that, Pierre and Imogen taking a crack at it as well? Griffin raised a brow in bemused intrigue. Pierre could hardly conquer a pillow fort, let alone the Obstacle Tower. And Imogen was much like the same. Scoffing, Griffin cocked his head down to look at Gustavo, who had finished his cashew and was looking at his paws as if in wonder to where it went. "Poor buggers are gonna die out there. Damn shame, Immy's a cute one."

Shrugging again (to the chagrin of the mouse still perched atop it), Griffin watched with a newfound interest he felt he shouldn't have, wondering if Ky would manage to hold onto her victory streak this go round. Between the campers in the Hermes, Tyche, and Nike Cabins, Griffin was a few hundred dollars deep in the betting pool, and he was ready to break even.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Lotta characters this go-round, what's one more amongst foundations? My second and last character!

Simon Riddle

~Simon Klaus Riddle~

"When you see me again, it won't be me."
~ The Man From Another Place

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~General Information~

Name: Simon Klaus Riddle. (Real Name: Simon Copeland - known only by himself, Chiron, and Mr. D)
Nick-Names: Marvolo, Dr. Strange, Lynch.
Sex/Gender: Male.
Species: Demigod.
Occupation: Full-Time Camper.
Place Of Origin: Beverly, Massachusetts.
Age: Twenty-Years Old.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Sixteen - Hecate.

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~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight.
Partner: None.
Godly Parent: Εκάτη - Hecate, goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, crossroads, trivial knowledge & necromancy.
Human Parent: Dean Copeland - FBI Special Agent
Siblings: Circe (Older Half-Sister, Status Unknown), Lou Ellen Blackstone (Older Half-Sister, Alumnus), Alabaster C. Torrington (Older Half-Brother, Status Unknown).
Legacy: None.
Pet/s: None.
Other: N/A.

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~Personal Information~

Personality: An aloof introvert with a grim, cynical sense of humor and a deep, almost obsessive fascination with occult knowledge, Simon Riddle remains one of the most enigmatic and mysterious campers at Camp Half-Blood. Ungregarious, Simon often feels out of place in a crowd, his discomfort only further exacerbated when interacting with strangers. Though noted for his exceptional courtesy and good manners, Simon prefers to keep a few close, enduring friendships, content in his small social circle. Indeed, while incredibly polite in conversation, many find Simon to be reserved or even dull, smiling little, and showing little interest in anything that doesn't catch his attention. Possessing an uncanny ability to make others uncomfortable with his blunt honesty and morbid humor, coupled with an eerie, humorless smile and piercing gaze, Simon unwittingly holds a dark reputation within the Camp, with some associating him as a pagan devil-worshipper or dark sorcerer. That being said, Simon does not intentionally flout social conventions, and appears genuinely shocked upon realizing he was being rude or discomforting. Nevertheless, Simon's confusing, sometimes hypocritical approach to matters of social decorum paint him as quite an eccentric; eating at strange, inconsistent hours; using his bed for storage instead of sleeping; playing an out-of-tune violin at random intervals; or fidgeting with small handheld objects in his spare time, ranging from a golden drachma, to playing cards, or even jacks and marbles.

Nothing short of brilliant, Simon possesses a vast, encyclopedic mind and insatiable thirst for knowledge skirting on the fanatical, unafraid of delving into controversial or even forbidden sources of knowledge, should it interest him enough. This passion for learning often puts Simon (and others, by extension) at risk, as he fearlessly walks into dangerous, even life-threatening situations with little regard for his own well-being; driven only by his tireless search.

Introspective and contemplative, Simon is something of a modern-day philosopher, frequently sharing sage-like quotations or making general observations of the world around him, using his broad scope of knowledge to provide insight on various topics, ranging from practical information to nonsensical reflections, with little correlation between the two.

An accomplished wizard and illusionist, Simon possesses a darker, craftier side to his personality as well; more than willing to lie, cheat, manipulate, or deceive friend or foe alike should it suit his greater purpose, though he generally is not malicious. A master profiler, bordering on eidetic, Simon perceptively analyzes one's word choice, tone, inflection, facial expression, and body language to gauge their mood, motivation, or even background, coming across as almost psychic at times. As a result, some accuse Simon of seeing his peers as little more than living puzzles to be solved, though he denies such accusations, and appears sincerely affable to those close to him. However, Simon can be notoriously untrustworthy and unreliable at times, frequently using his illusive powers to trick even his closest friends, disguising his appearance, subtly altering the environment, or even concealing himself behind the guise of a monster, with no apparent goal or motivation behind these deceptions.

Beneath his eccentric, crafty exterior, Simon struggles heavily with insomnia, feelings of self-doubt, and a desire to impress his mother, often secluding himself when needing time to think alone; hiding away either in his Cabin, or within the deep of Half-Blood Forest, disappearing for hours, or possibly even days before reappearing spontaneously, acting no different than when he left.

A mystery unlikely to be solved anytime soon, Simon's path is a strange and difficult one, but not one he walks without aid.

Likes:

• Divination (Tarotology, Chirology, Fortune-Telling)
• Vintage music and classic movies
• Folklore & religious study
• Dark horror and science fiction television (Fargo, X-Files, Twin Peaks, etc.)
• Reading
• Nighttime

Dislikes:

• Skeptics
• Insects
• The period between early morning to mid-afternoon
• "Simple" people
• The Obstacle Tower / Capture the Flag
• Routine

Hobbies:
Befitting his bohemian-like nature, Simon is a man of many strange, and unrelated hobbies. An avid, if somewhat unskilled instrumentalist, Simon can be randomly found playing most any instrument one can think of, showing notable talent at the piano. Constantly bored, Simon stimulates his mind by performing random, nonsensical activities, such as firing a crossbow at his bedroom wall; using magic to change his appearance to "try a new look"; drawing rune symbols either on paper, or etching them into wood; knitting; or writing short stories for fun.

Strengths:

• Occult Knowledge- A genius in no uncertain terms, Simon seems to specializes in mythical, occult knowledge of not only Greek mythology, but folklore from various other countries and cultures, as well. Knowledgeable of seemingly any monster or supernatural being, Simon is an invaluable ally to have should one have a question regarding the hidden Greek or Roman world.
• Profiling- An immensely skilled reader of people, Simon is incredibly difficult to trick or deceive, his keen eye noticing small details that many others miss.
• Alchemy- An adept alchemist, Simon is skilled at not only identifying alchemical ingredients and symbols, but also crafting various potions and poultices, with effects ranging from causing infatuation and obsession; confusion and disorientation; a deep sleep; personal comfort and soothing agitation; to even instilling good luck. More dramatic potions that Hecate's cabin is rather infamous for causes the drinker to turn into various creatures such as hamsters or piglets, often used as pranks against other cabins.
• Latin Fluency- While naturally inclined towards Ancient Greek due to his parentage, Simon is also naturally fluent in Latin, able to speak, read, and write it perfectly.

Weaknesses:

• Pride- Though not overtly self-important or haughty, Simon nevertheless is enormously confident in his intelligence and abilities, strongly bordering on outright arrogance. While not actively seeking fame, Simon gains pleasure in confusing or baffling others with his exceptional knowledge and responds receptively to flattery much the same way a child of Aphrodite would in being called beautiful. Consequently, he becomes quite offended if someone either downplays his intelligence, or attempts to outperform him.
• Martial Prowess- Though physically fit and quite healthy, Simon is not a warrior by any stretch, falling back on his magic in any conflict. Somewhat clumsy and walking with a permanent limp, Simon can only win physical battles through trickery or ambush, quickly beaten should he lose these factors.
• Untrustworthiness- An enigmatic and closed-off individual, even Simon's closest friends know very little about his overall goal and motives. While no one (discounting a few enemies) questions his loyalty to Camp Half-Blood or Olympus, very few people are inclined to trust Simon due to his underlying craftiness and darker traits.
• Restless Mind- Needless to say, Simon never stops thinking, his mind racing at a thousand miles per hour regardless of the hour of day. As a result, Simon is a textbook insomniac, often struggling to fall or stay asleep for even average periods of time. Similarly, while awake, Simon finds it nearly impossible to sit still and quiet unless engrossed in something within his circle of interests, which even then is accompanied by humming, fidgeting, nail-biting, and music-playing to give his brain something to do.

Biography: Born on a stormy autumn night in Beverly, Massachusetts, Simon claims to recall little of note during his childhood. His father, Dean, was a quirky, ineffably friendly FBI agent who had the uncommon ability to see through the Mist. From the time he was old enough to read, Simon was extensively taught not only Greek mythology; but Roman, Norse, Egyptian, Tibet, and Native American mythology from his father, who firmly believed that knowledge was the greatest gift a person could receive. He excelled in his schooling, though deliberately kept his grades below exceptional to avoid standing out amidst his peers.

Simon was often excluded by his classmates, considered "weird" and a "freak" for his lack of social skills and fascination with the arcane. Because of this, he grew up a very lonely child, his only friends being whatever animals he would come into contact with and his own father.

As the years passed, Simon's loneliness grew. He attempted to fit in with the other boys in his class, but lacked the athletic skill and coordination that many young children had. It was in one of these desperate attempts to prove himself that he fell out of a tree he was climbing, fracturing his leg. Though the injury healed without issue, it left him with a permanent limp that only further alienated him from the rest of his peers.

However, Simon's luck would shift when he turned the age of 13. A young transfer student by the name of Emilie Brooks had recently moved to the United States from Canada, and started attending Simon's school. She became acquainted with Simon almost immediately, looking beyond the "strange gimp boy" to see the true individual underneath. Simon grew enamored with her vibrant, sunny nature, feeling revitalized in her presence. Their continued interaction evolved from acquaintances to friendship to romantic attraction. Simon felt as though, for the first time, he was not alone in a world he did not belong in, and that things were finally about to change. . . But as with all things during middle-school years, nothing lasts. Not long after Simon's 14th birthday, Emilie moved away to a different state, following her father's recent job promotion and transfer. Now left alone once again, Simon could only stand back and watch.

The years dragged on with little change; Simon receded further within himself, letting others view him as they saw fit. Covering his emotions with a layer of eccentric whimsy, Simon kept to himself, content to live in his own private little world.

By the time Simon turned 16, his demigod status was revealed to him personally by his own mother, who gave him a spell-book and magical cane as a claiming present. Sent to Camp Half-Blood now that his status was revealed, Simon immersed himself in his Greek heritage, becoming rather well-known in the camp as a resident scholar and magician, even with very few, if any friends to speak of. Spending much of his spare time wandering the dense, mystical forests of Camp Half-Blood, Simon feels, for perhaps the first time in his life, somewhere he belongs.

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~Demigod Abilities~

Demigod Abilities: As a Child of the Mist, Simon is one of the few demigods in the world outside his Cabin with the natural ability to cast spells and control the Mist, making him one of the more unpredictable and versatile demigods within Camp Half-Blood, with the potential for great power - or great destruction.

Mist Control:

• Illusion Casting- The bread-and-butter of his magical abilities, Simon can cast powerful and persuasive illusions, making mortal and demigod alike see what he wants them to see. Simon's use of this power an range from changing his hair color or conjuring a duplicate of himself to creating full-scale battles that look and feel almost entirely real, though the physical and mental strain of casting these illusions are relative to their size and magnitude, leaving Simon completely exhausted should he overexert himself. The full extent of Simon's illusory powers is unknown, seemingly only limited by his imagination and mental limits.
• Memory Manipulation- As the Mist is the veil that separates the mythical and mortal worlds, Simon can manipulate the memories of any mortal lacking Clear Sight with physical contact, changing or erasing memories of individuals and events, replacing them with something grounded in realism. Using this power has no ill-effect on the mortal except leaving them in a momentary confused state of Déjà vu.
• Concealment- Simon can hide the real form of something to both humans and demigods, which is what allows a demigod's weapon to disguise itself as a pen or baseball bat when looked upon by a mortal. On a much grander scale, during the Second Titan War, Typhon used the Mist to disguise his true form as a massive ocean storm, even concealing the majority of his true form to demigods.
• Disguise- Simon can use the Mist to disguise the physical appearance of himself and anyone he chooses, altering attire, voice, and physical aspect into an almost entirely accurate masquerade. Simon can also use this ability to mimic or conjure false injuries that dissipate once the illusion ends.
• Invisibility- One of Simon's more taxing powers allows him to render himself and others unseen and unheard through a subtle trick on the mind as opposed to bending light waves. This power requires immense concentration on Simon's part, and any lapse in focus will cause him and anyone else to turn visible again.

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~Weaponry Information~

Weapon An enchanted magical staff in the form of a walking cane.
Weapon Type: Forged partially of silver
Attributes: A claiming gift from Hecate, Simon's cane is full of potential magical energy, enhanced by various enchantments from Hecate, herself that make it nigh-indestructible. His only offensive utility in battle, Simon can use his staff to telekinetically lift or move objects of varying size and weight, requiring more effort for larger items. Offensively, the staff can project a blast of concussive telekeinetic force from its tip, or a bolt of destructive electrical energy, focusing Simon's own magic into a focal point. However, when separated from the staff, Simon is unable to utilize its powers, and the staff is little more than a glorified walking stick.

Simon's Staff

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~Other Information~

Other:

• Like all children of Hecate, Simon's magic is more powerful at night, and weaker in the daytime.
• Simon, despite his brilliance, is notoriously forgetful when it comes to remembering people's names. Whether this is on purpose or out of general absentmindedness remains to be seen.
• Simon has a close relationship with his mother, Hecate, who dotes on her son much in the way a loving mortal mother would.
• Simon shows some level of disdain towards the Olympians, notably for their treatment of his mother before the Second Titan War.
• Simon has an odd habit of randomly lapsing into periods of silence, even when in mid-sentence. Why he does this is not certain, but he appears to be strained or in deep concentration.
• Though he takes personal hygiene very seriously, Simon's cabin room ranges slightly disorderly to a complete mess depending on the day.
• Simon will randomly let his hair grow out at some point during the summer, not getting it cut until it reaches down to the back of his neck.

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~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"We Suck Young Blood" by Radiohead

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Hawley Griffin

~Hawley Eames Griffin~

"Young people don't always do what they're told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment."
~ Hermes

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~General Information~

Name: Hawley Eames Griffin.
Nick-Names: Grif, Wingfoot, Burglar
Sex/Gender: Male.
Species: Demigod
Occupation: Full-Time Camper
Place Of Origin: Belfast, Ireland, raised in America.
Age: Twenty-Years Old.
Camp Cabin: Cabin Six - Hermes.

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~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Heterosexual/Straight.
Partner: None at this point in time.
Godly Parent: Ερμής - Hermes, God of roads, speed, messengers, commerce, travel, thieves, merchants & athletes.
Human Parent: Matilda Griffin
Siblings: Luke Castellan (Older Half-Brother - Deceased), Harriet Tubman (Older Half-Sister - Deceased), an uncountable number of other half-siblings throughout Camp.
Legacy: Αθήνα - Athena, Goddess of wisdom, handicrafts, useful arts & battle strategy.
Pet/s: A seemingly intelligent fancy mouse named Gustavo
Other: Declan Griffin (Maternal Great-Uncle // Legal Guardian)

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~Personal Information~

Personality: Upon first impressions, many people dislike Griffin for his sardonic nature, snarky attitude, and apathetic, brutally honest demeanor. Often unwilling to take a position of responsibility and begrudgingly following orders, Griffin can be aptly described as a "free spirit," uncaring of what he does so long as he chooses to do it.

Griffin does not suffer fools gladly, and completely disregards anyone he perceives to be arrogant, rude, cruel, or stupid, treating them with open disdain and sarcasm. He shows no hesitation hurling insults or barbs at his own friends or companions, the severity of which can range from playful jabs to cruel mockeries, depending on the individual in question.

Infamously mischievous, Griffin is well-known for his frequent jokes and quips thrown about in everyday conversation, and is quite the practical joker, causing chaos and disorder within the camp a few times a semester, often caught red-handed with a few of his half-siblings as lackeys.

Griffin's mocking, playful nature masks a more insightful side that he only displays to those he is closest to. Surprisingly intelligent and quick-witted, Griffin's span of knowledge is only bested by his thirst for it. Problem-solving by nature, he shows an avid fondness for puzzles, riddles, and unsolved mysteries of all kind; often locking himself away in his room to ponder over some new brain-teaser. This thirst for knowledge stems from a naturally passionate personality. Griffin will pursue anything that interests him to the ends of the earth, seeking to learn all he can about said topic. Consequently, he will outright ignore subjects that bore or disinterest him, dismissing them as simply not worth his time (even if all evidence points to the contrary.)

Placing a high value on loyalty and honesty, with a distinct desire to be trusted and liked by his fellows, in spite of his barbed demeanor, Griffin constantly attempts to "prove himself" to those he respects; taking compliments very sincerely and letting critiques bother him far more than they should.

In compliance with his free-spirited personality, Griffin does not believe in things such as fate and destiny, despising the Oracle intensely due to her cryptic prophecies that send young demigods on (often fatal) adventures. A self-proclaimed master of his own luck, Griffin arrogantly believes that his willpower surpasses even the gods' influence within his life.

Beneath the many layers of his demeanor, however, Griffin is a conflicted and complex young man. Though immersed in his Greek heritage, he believes his demigod status to be a curse of sorts, as it forces him into hiding to preserve not only his own well-being, but the well-being of others as well. He views the Camp not as a safe-haven, but as a modern-day Agoge, where youths are taken from their homes and trained to be the gods' army, transformed into living weapons instead of being allowed to live normal lives.

Likes:

• Planning elaborate pranks or practical jokes with his half-siblings
• Relaxing beneath Thalia's Pine listening to music
• Talking to Hermes - enjoying his father's attention and company
• Drinking with friends
• Exploring forbidden locations
• Playing video games or watching movies

Dislikes:

• Being forced to participate in Camp activities
• Going on quests, especially those assigned by the Oracle
• Sitting quietly for extended periods of time
• "Slow" people who can't keep up with his quick mind and tongue
• Most of the Olympians
• Being forced to do something he doesn't want to do

Hobbies: A man of very few hobbies aside from video gaming, Griffin's one consistent recreational passion is riddles and mind-games. Anyone struggling with solving a puzzle will find Griffin to be an invaluable assistant.

Strengths:

• Athleticism- As a son of Hermes, Griffin is incredibly athletic, even amongst other demigods, noted for being remarkably fast, agile, and nimble. He is well-coordinated, dexterous, and highly reflexive; capable of physically reacting to situations with almost inhuman speed. His metabolism is notably above-average, allowing him to burn unnecessary fat far faster than a mortal or even other demigods could.
• Swordsmanship & Combat- A sub-skill of his heightened athleticism, Griffin is a remarkably skilled swordsman, noted for being fast, precise, and deadly. Preferring ingenuity and creativity over sheer might in combat, Griffin frequently incorporates hand-to-hand techniques and misdirection to his arsenal when fighting.
• Intelligence- Noted for his creativity, resourcefulness, and sharp mind, Griffin possesses an instinctual, intuitive intelligence that allows him to make various intellectual leaps that others who rely on logical conclusions would not be able to. This cleverness is matched by an inborn curiosity, as Griffin constantly desires to gain knowledge of new things or subjects that intrigue him.
• Cunning- Uncommonly crafty, Griffin is highly adept at all manners of misdirection, ranging from pulling humorous pranks to manipulating key situations to his favor using sly rhetoric. He is an especially consummate liar, showing little, if any change in facial or body language when lying.

Weaknesses:

• Cockiness- Priding himself among the quickest of the demigods in Camp Half-Blood, Griffin's confidence occasionally lapses into overconfidence and arrogance, making him reckless and impulsive, prone to severe wounds to his ego should he be bested.
• Cunning- Though considered a strength, Griffin's willingness to lie and cheat even to his friends makes him difficult to trust or be held accountable, alienating himself from many of the peers outside his cabin. Griffin has few true friends, and he knows this, masking any negative emotions behind his veneer of humor or sarcasm.
• Physical Strength- While a gifted, innately coordinated athlete, Griffin nevertheless lacks the brute strength and might of the children of Ares or Athena, relying solely on his speed and wits when in a battle.
• Laziness- Simply put, Griffin doesn't want to do anything. Chafing under authority and resisting all attempts at responsibility, Griffin is the exact opposite of the archetypal hero, preferring to stay out of the spotlight and mind his own business. Most infamously, Griffin will outright refuse quests when offered to him unless absolutely necessary.

Biography: Griffin's backstory is a somewhat complicated and bittersweet one. His mother, at the time, was a high school senior with aspirations of being an engineer. Hermes unintentionally soon found himself involved with the young girl, first as a friend, then as something more...

Nine months later, Baby Griffin was born. Young, scared, and with no idea how to raise a child, Griffin's mother, Matilda felt that her child's best option would be with someone who could care and provide for him. That answer came in Matilda's maternal uncle, Declan. Officially putting Declan down as the baby's godfather, Griffin spent his earliest years in the capital city of Belfast in Northern Ireland under the caring, watchful eye of his great-uncle.

Highly curious and mischievous in youth, Griffin, given the first name Hawley, was an explorer, frequently running off on his own to appease his inquisitive nature. Though Declan tried his best to steer the young Griffin towards a more quiet, conservative nature, Hawley nonetheless continued his haphazard 'adventures'.

Unbeknownst to Griffin at the time, his guardian was no mere mortal - but a demigod, son of Athena. Knowing full well the dangers that came with raising a demigod, Declan did all in his power to keep the boy safe from harm, monitoring him closely for any sign of his special powers. Such a sign would come when Hawley was merely 6 years old. An old rusted shed he was trying to break into in his backyard was sealed shut by multiple padlocks. In a fit of irritation, Hawley tugged at the chains securing the doors, only for the locks to shatter into pieces, falling onto the ground.

Now with Hawley's growing powers revealed, Declan took the boy and fled to America to escape any potential monster threat, settling in the bustling state of New York in hopes that the extensive mortal presence would hide the young Griffin's blood.

As Griffin grew older, he began experiencing the various troubles that came with demigod children: crippling ADHD, dyslexia, and a feeling of disconnect with the other children. As such, when he turned 13 years old, Declan decided to reveal Hawley's heritage to him.

Learning that he was the son of Hermes, messenger of the gods, Griffin did not react with vehement disbelief like many other demigods had, but merely took the fact as an interesting note of his heritage.

Shortly after, he was sent to Camp Half-Blood, where he would be kept safe from harm, taught to hone on his abilities.

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~Demigod Abilities~

Demigod Abilities:
A child of the god of messengers, Griffin's powers, while not as flashy or extraordinary as the children of other Olympians, are nevertheless powerful in their own right. Due to his father being the god of many diverse things, Griffin can be summed up as a "Jack-of-all-trades", adept at many things, master of few. That being said, Griffin focuses on the craftier elements of his father's abilities, stylizing himself as a modern-day rogue.

Lock Manipulation:
Griffin can magically sense the internal structures and mechanisms of any lock he touches, and can make it unlock with minimal effort. With enough concentration, Griffin can telekinetically force locks to unlock, the use of this ability being the first manifestation of his demigod abilities. Similarly, Griffin can identify traps and/or curses placed on locks, which he can deactivate with enough focus. Griffin's natural skill as a picklock is only rivaled by his half-siblings and surpassed by his father.

Enhanced Thievery:
As his father is also the god of thieves, Griffin is a master pickpocket, capable of stealing just about anything from one's pockets without them noticing. It's even theorized that his ability with thievery can work on the Olympians.

Money Skills:
Due to another of his father's roles being the god of merchants, Griffin is quite skilled when it comes to dealing with finances. He has a keen mind for mathematics, and is remarkably adept at poker, with a notorious winning streak rivaling the children of Nike.

Enhanced Stamina:
Aside from his great physical ability, Griffin possesses remarkable, almost inhuman levels of endurance and stamina, no doubt due to his heritage; capable of running great lengths, swimming vast distances, or engaging in combat for an extended period of time without appearing to tire.

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~Weaponry Information~

Weapon: A single xiphos sword, given to him by his father.
Weapon's Name: κουρά αέρα - Roughly translated to: The Shear Wind
Weapon Type: Wrought of Celestial Bronze
Attributes: The blade is said to be remarkably light, yet weighed almost inhumanly perfect for one's grip. Shearwind is nigh-indestructible and dangerously sharp, capable of slicing through stone with relative ease. Perhaps most remarkably, the sword is capable of teleporting individuals when swung through the air. Similar to the infamous Shadow Travel used by children of the Underworld, the blade's reach is capable of sending one nearly anywhere they desire, though it causes Griffin great fatigue which only increases with the gain of distance, thus he limits himself as much as he can. Likewise the blade needs time to recharge between instances, as overuse will cause it to shatter.

Shearwind

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~Other Information~

Other:

• Griffin despises his first name, not liking the sound of it. As such, he introduces himself solely by his surname, and reacts negatively anytime his first name is said.
• Griffin has never met his birth mother, and yearns to one day meet her, though he keeps this hidden from all but his closest friends.
• Griffin is somewhat known for a trademark two-fingered salute that he will use as a greeting or acknowledgement.
• Though raised in America for most of his life, Griffin speaks with a somewhat heavy Irish accent, and semi-frequently tosses in jargon from that region.
• A self-proclaimed aficionado of western pop culture, Griffin frequently makes various references to books, movies, TV shows, and video games.
• An avid fan of music, Griffin carries an iPod on his person at all times, loaded with a vast assortment of Classic Alternative Rock music from the 1990s-2010s
• It is believed that Griffin's interest in intellectual pursuit and skill in battle come from his ancestral ties to Athena.

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~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
"Learn to Fly" by Foo Fighters

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

I'll be making a son of Hermes and a son of Hecate, at least one of which will be up tonight, my friends.

♆ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)

Sure, let's do it

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

I apologize for the long wait, myself! I've put up my first post for Leon, and should have Cerberus' up by tomorrow, if not tonight!

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

"Welcome home, Detective Monroe."

The cheery automated voice greeted Leon as he stepped through the threshold of his District Four apartment, droplets of rain lazily falling from his jacket-clad shoulders onto his glossy-black NAPD armor. The door quietly hissing shut behind him, Leon tossed his police badge and keycard into a small bowl by the entryway, feeling his stress instantly start to dissipate in the freshly-scented atmosphere. He was home for the night.

Absently brushing a few damp strands of hair from his face, Leon casually strolled into the living room, hearing the droll voice of a TV news anchor relaying some stock story or another about crime rates in Beta, the NAPD's "stalwart war against corruption", and any other out-of-district humdrum that the good sycophants of Alpha would have no need to worry over from this side of the Wall.

"Mal? You home?" Leon called out, turning his attention towards the empty room itself, fluidly taking off his jacket and tossing it on the nearby couch. No doubt Mal would appear the instant his coat landed to chew him out for laziness, prompting a subtle twitch of his lips at the humorous imagery.

Moving past the living room into the kitchen, Leon stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her casually sitting on the marble counter-top, one leg crossed over the other. She wore an elegant black silk dress that comfortably hugged her thighs, leaving the rest of her legs exposed through a slit down the side. Her dark brown hair was down, curled, and sprayed to wit's end to compliment her equally time-consuming makeup job that brought out each and every one of her already-beautiful features. Nonchalantly holding a champagne glass in her right hand, Mallory raised it to her red-painted lips, taking a small sip while the glass in her left hand remained untouched.

"Hey." Leon mustered, his voice quieter than he was intending. His focus shifted to looking his lover over, sharp green eyes seeming to linger on every one of her features, his smile unconsciously widening the further downward his gaze went.

Quickly regaining his composure, Leon briefly cleared his throat. "Today's not my birthday, is it?" A short chuckle escaped his lips as both hands found their way to his pants-pockets, still enamored by her appearance.

"You look... wonderful." He said next, slowly moving towards her to close the distance, his eyes still holding that marvelous mixture of surprise and lust. "What's the occasion? Did I forget about something?" He asked half-heartedly, briefly looking down at his armored uniform for emphasis, though not for long, his gaze instinctively drawn to her, as if the moment he looked away, she'd disappear.

Chuckling lightly at his reaction, and then again at his words, Mallory gracefully slid herself off the island counter, the heels of her shoes clicking as one foot came into contact with the floor after the other. "You forget I'm a cop too, sometimes." She began to explain as she closed what remaining distance they had between them, extending her left arm for him to take the undisturbed glass of champagne. "I've been listening to the scanner. I know what kind-of day you had."

Letting their fingers linger as he took the glass from her, Mallory pressed a soft kiss to his freshly-shaved cheek before continuing. "The amount of paperwork alone to clean that all up would make me want to invest in my own winery." She half-joked.

"God, don't remind me." Leon replied with an exaggerated scoff, immediately bringing the glass to his lips, his eyes briefly closing as the taste of the cool liquid seemed to instantly relax him.

"You know," he began, lowering his glass back down to the countertop, "I'm almost tempted to stop taking Beta cases, settle in for the cushy Alpha jobs. I'd be playing detective to see who threw a can in the trash can instead of the recycle bin." Pausing to chuckle at his own joke, Leon continued, "Half the time I wonder why we even have units there at all. It's not like a criminal from Beta's gonna be getting in, not without some measure of insane luck. But... there's no point in discussing that right now." Leon paused, letting both hands move to her sides, gently pulling her closer to him.

"Work's done for the day." With that, he drew his head in to join his lips to hers, all his earlier tension fading away into nothing. Not quite expecting it, Mallory let out a very soft gasp, but quickly eased her eyes closed and brought her now-free hand to hold onto his shoulder, returning his affection by kissing him back, pressing her lips flush with his.

Getting lost in the gesture but a moment or two longer, she eventually pulled away, albeit slowly. Her steely-blue eyes blinked, the mascara and eyeliner outlining them making them pop and sparkle even more than normal. Her red lips slowly split into a sheepish sort-of smile.

"There is... something... that I wanted to discuss with you." She finally admitted. She didn't exactly get all gussied up just to greet him with a glass of champagne; she could have done that in her pajamas and he would have been just as happy.

"Oh? Leon raised his brow, an expression so typical for him it might as well have been on his ID photo. "Is it something illegal? To I have to get my cuffs involved?" He inquired with a playful, sultry look, his eyes locked with hers. They always stood out to him, able to peel past his layers like a knife through butter, stoic and impassioned at the same time.

"But really, what's going on, Mal?" Leon shifted to a slightly more serious tone, his joviality masked by earnest as he awaited her news.

She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but his gaze had her faltering. Shaking her head, she pulled herself away from him and walked back to the island in the center of the kitchen. Gone was her sultry, feminine sway. She may as well have been in jeans. Mallory was right back to "work" mode.

She took one more drink from her glass before she set it down on the marble counter beside his, freeing her hands to pick up an envelope that had been laying there. Then, turning around, she kept the thick envelope closer to her as she began to explain.

"I put in a transfer a few months ago. When you and I started getting more... serious. I... didn't tell you sooner because I didn't think they would accept it..." She paused, and then ahnded over the envelope to him, a smile not far behind on her glossy lips. "I got their acceptance today. Leo... do you know what this means?" She gave him time to open it up and look over the information himself, his eyes scanning the words inside like any information analyst half-worth-their-salt. "Sure, they'll have me working down in District Six, I'll have to pack up my apartment and move, and there's still a bit of paperwork and finalizing to do... But Leo... it means we can finally go out! Expand our dates outside of your living room!" She chuckled. "We can finally start being a couple!"

"A transfer." Leon repeated, his tone unsure of itself as he began processing the news in his mind, feeling the hum of his cerebral implant documenting the knowledge as though it were a data file in a hard-drive.

His thoughtful look was soon cracked by that same sincere smile spreading along his lips. "That's... that's wonderful!" He exclaimed, "District Six, that's not terribly far! Quick half-hour drive, if that..." There he went, thinking aloud, as if speaking what was in his mind would make it all easier for him to understand.

"Oh, I'm gonna miss seeing you at work every day." He noted with a slight twinge of regret, before quickly contradicting himself with another grin. "But this is better than we could have hoped for!" He gently put the letter down on the counter, still unable to fully believe what he was hearing.

"Well. We can finally make this thing Facebook official, then!"

"Whoa, easy there, Tiger." Mallory put a hand on his chest. It was cute to see him so excited about something, but they had to take this slow, just like the rest of their relationship.

"First off, no one uses Facebook anymore. And secondly, we can't really do anything until I'm nice and cozy at my new desk. I'll be more than happy to have you do the heavy lifting on moving-day, though." She gave him a playful smile. It was going to happen - finally! Once this was all squared away, there would be no more hiding, no more lying to their boss, no more pretending to be a certain way around the other.

She wrapped her arms, both of them, around his torso and hugged herself close to him. "I'm going to miss seeing you at work, too." She paused to chuckle. "I guess no more quickies in the staff closet. That was kind-of fun." She lifted her chin to look up at him better. "But...I still have two or so weeks left there... we'll have to make sure to do it at least once more," she winked, "for old time's sake..."

"What, it's not old enough to be a vintage reference yet?" Leon replied with a small grin, breathing in her perfumed fragrance as she pulled him into an embrace, letting steady hands drift to her back. "It's funny how time flies when something seems so far-off. Then the closer it gets, everything seems to just slow down. Who knows, maybe in a couple of years we could see about settling for one residence instead of two; rub it in the chief's face." Leon smirked softly before locking eyes with hers once again, his face melting away to that same serious expression he often wore at the office. "But whatever we do - whenever we do it - we're going to do together. Always."

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Leon jolted himself awake with a sharp intake of oxygen, setting fire to unprepared lungs. With a weary call of "Mal?" escaping tired lips, Leon's eyes, narrowed with fatigue took in his surroundings as his vision cleared and mind returned. Swallowing back a bad taste in his mouth, Leon rose from his half-laying posture on the sofa, brushing the stray hair from his face as he took in the vacant living room. He was home, and he was alone.

The apartment was quite nice when first purchased, and still retained a sense of its former Renaissance-esque glory. But its interior was muddled with stray junk and boxes, blankets and pillows tossed about from too many late-nights spend sleeping on the couch instead of the bed. A few hours of cleanup and a bit of better lighting would be more than enough to spruce it back to full vitality, but Leon never seemed to find the time or motivation.

Stretching out his right arm towards the flask that stood upon the small glass coffee table, Leon stopped just inches away, gaze affixed on his prosthetic, its full artificial nature left uncovered by the short-sleeved t-shirt he wore the day before. Looking like some chromium replica of human musculature, Leon couldn't bring himself to see the synthetic flesh that coated his hand and wrist, instead seeing the plastic, polymers, and fibers that only made the prosthetic feel more alien. Sure, the pressure sensors inside the arm allowed him to touch things, so to speak. Textures, temperature, quality, it was all foreign in this arm. And no matter how long he had it, it would still feel unnatural - a weight that merely looked like an arm.

Enclosing his grip around the flask, Leon brought it to chapped lips, throwing his head back as the lukewarm liquid burned down his throat, leaving a bitter and caustic taste in his mouth. Already the nanomachines inside his body were working diligently to break down the alcohol before it could even reach his stomach. After everything the government had poked and prodded, taken out or put inside of him, they couldn't even let him self-destruct. Where was the joy in smoking a cigarette if the burning of nicotine was replaced by your body automatically repairing the damage? What was the point of getting hooked on pain pills if you couldn't even catch a cold?

Putting the flask back down with a heavy sigh, Leon turned his head towards the glowing digital clock on the wall. Barely past sunset, too early to go back to bed. Most of the Alpha citizens would be schmoozing with each other in some big-name club or penthouse, completely oblivious to the goings-on in Beta.

Moving to stand, Leon suppressed a stifled groan as his joints popped painfully, the actuators in his limbs not used to lounging. Moving towards the front door, Leon grabbed his jacket, slipping it on sloppily, not sure where he was going or why, just that he was. Opening the door and stepping out, Leon left no more sound behind him than the one lasting shut, not even an automated voice to bid him goodbye.

Incarceron - The Tales of New Ancora

@Gonzo It's official, the OG gang's all here! It's great to see you again, my friend! Hoping this picks up off the ground soon!

Terra [Cyberpunk Dystopia RP]

I'm sorry everyone, I'm gonna be pulling out. Best of luck to you all once this thing gets started! :)