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I'm working on him right now. I think y'all will like him. And we'll see how well Astrid takes to Auguste trying his best to sweep her off her feet, literally and metaphorically.

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CSs

Personal Information
Name: Auguste Elais De La Fontaine
Alias/ Nickname: Eli, Romeo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Ten
Appearance:


Family
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Human Parent: Mathis De La Fontaine

General Information
Likes: Women, Men, Goddesses, Some Gods, Sweets, Whiskey, Cigarettes, Bright colours, Night, Winter, Music
Dislikes: Silence, Solitude, Cheap beer, Fighting, Vices (beyond the ones he so enjoys), Children of Ares & Aphrodite, Ares, Aphrodite
Talents: Talking before any number of people, Brawling, Tailoring, and Baking (oddly enough)
Biography: Auguste doesn't talk about his past. He doesn't see a need to. He doesn't want to. The only information that has slipped from his lips is that once upon a time he was the son of a pastor in Detroit. Daddy died, Auguste got a letter saying that he was the son of Aphrodite, he thought it was bullshit, got into some trouble, spent a few months in jail for a crime that changes every time he's asked, and eventually he wound up here at Camp Half-Blood three years ago. Since arriving, he's gotten into thirteen fights with seven boys and six girls, and has personally butted heads with Dionysus (which also caused him to gain some respect from the God of Wine). If there's a party in the camp, Auguste is the man to go to for 'stolen' wine.
Theme Song:


Weapon Information
Weapon Name: αξέχαστες - Unforgettable
Weapon Type:[b] Biological
[b]Weapon Appearance: His lips
Attributes: A kiss from Auguste is more a curse than a gift, the touch of his lips plaguing the victim with warm feelings and thoughts of him, regardless of whether or not they wish to think of him. The only cure being to kiss him again.

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Personal Information
Name: Διόνυσος, Dionysus; God of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and religious ecstasy
Alias: Mr D
Age: Yes.
Gender: Male.
Cabin: Cabin Twelve - Head of Camp - Head of Cabin
Human Appearance:


Godly Appearance:


Symbol:


Family
Mother: Semele
Father: Ζεύς - Zeus, god of sky and thunder
Partner: Ἀριάδνη - Ariadne

General Information
Likes: Liquor, Food, Women, Leisure, Liquor
Dislikes: Zeus, Non-alcoholic Beverages, Work
Talents: Drinking obscene amounts, excellent cooking
Biography: Moo.
Theme Song:


Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Λέσχη του λαίμαργος - Club of the Glutton
Weapon Type:[b] Turkey Leg
[b]Weapon Appearance: Club of the Glutton is a massive turkey leg, being four feet in length.
Attributes: It is regenerative, in that if a bite is taken out of it, it will regenerate the lost meat in a matter of seconds.

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Personal Information
Name: Ἄρης, Ares; God of war, battlelust, violence, rage and manliness.
Alias: (Still) Ares
Age: Yes.
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Five - Master of the Cabin - Attends infrequently
Appearance:


Armoured Appearance:


Symbol:


Family
Mother: Ἥρα - Hera, goddess of women and marriage
Father: Ζεύς - Zeus, god of sky and thunder
Partner: Αφροδιτη - Aphrodite, Venus; Goddess of beauty, love, pleasure & procreation.

General Information
Likes: Fighting, Fighting, Aphrodite, Fighting, Feasting, Conquering all he surveys, Fighting
Dislikes: Peace, Silence, Weak men, Most gods and demigods of the underworld
Talents: Brawling, Strategy
Biography: Moo.
Theme Song:


Weapon Information
Weapon Name: μανία, Fury
Weapon Type:[b] Spear
[b]Weapon Appearance:

Attributes: The nature of the best weapons are kept a secret.

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I posted first, ya nerd! hahaha

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I hope Astrid can take what she dishes out.

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Thane waited patiently for Astrid to stop speaking, the thin layer of smugness in her voice making him think that she was sure that she was making him uncomfortable by being so sloppily flirtatious. The touch of hers was incredibly unpleasant though and that alone had bothered him to some extent. Erin knew full well, as did many campers who were reasonably observant, that Thane had never instigated in touching anyone. His almost crippling fear of harming someone preventing him from so much as laying a hand on anyone. His fear only subsided when someone else has already instigated touching and with Astrid's arm around him, well, very well. It took two to tango and Thane loved to dance.

"Did you ever find my name carved into your headboard?" the daughter of Hephaestus asked, Thane's eyes drifting toward hers, his lips forming a small grin. Thane's being a pacifist was more a blessing than a curse, especially in situations like this. Before the Ares kids had aligned themselves with the Hades cabin, Thane had gotten into many fights with the kids and won a fair amount of them by tiring out his opponents. Thane was incredibly quick on his feet, perhaps a trait passed on from his father. His father had wings to soar through the skies quickly, he had killer calves. Thane's eyes darted down to Astrid's legs, quickly returning to her face as he wrapped an arm around her waist, sweeping her feet out from under her as his other hand rose to catch her. Thane moved in, pausing close to her face, his lips hovering just above hers. "How about you and I take a trip to my bed and find out." He nearly whispered, his eyes glowing like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

Thane blinked heavily, his eyes watering up as his head suddenly leaned back, a large yawn escaping his mouth. He unceremoniously dropped the girl, his eyes returning to their typical dull state, his expression muted and unexcited. Thane stood up tall once more, giving Astrid a short lived glance before turning back to the others, stepping away from the redhead. He wiped his hands off on his pants, before shoving them into his pockets. "How much longer must we do this, Erin?" Thane sighed, almost sounding bored.

Aulani Academy ((Daemon Hunters))

*poke poke*
C'moooooooon guys. Do a thing.

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She's bound to be a whole lot angrier.

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Thane dully watched the fiery redhead who seemed to be taking his comments exceedingly poor. Some people were took very poorly to constructive criticism and, as always, Astrid was one of those people. When she first growled at him, enraged by his first statement. 'But I did, didn't I?' Thane thought, somewhat confused by her belligerent questions, perhaps he would have to speak up in the future, it appeared that the poor girl's ears didn't work. The girl then went on to start barking off factoids about her blade, including that she had cut herself several times on her blade, cause Thane to blow out a puff of air through his nose in amusement.

"Poor thing can't even handle her own blades," Thane said softly, watching as the girl took a sword, leaned back and went about lobbing the damned thing at their cabin, the sword sloppily listing past Thane as it plummeted into the door. Thane's head dropped back as a soft groan poured out from his lips, his desire to deal with shit having already run dry after dealing with the son of Ares. Thane held up a single finger to Astrid, his pointer, to indicate that he wanted her to wait a moment, as he turned and walked toward his cabin. He took the blade by the grip and yanked it out of the door, spinning it in his hand, his fingers nimbly dancing along the hilt and the pommel as the blade spun in his hand. He took a quick glance back at the crowd, opening the door as he did so, and slipped inside, letting the blade slide from his hand and plummet blade down into the floorboards before the door. He'd have to patch up the damage to his cabin later tonight once the crowd outside died down.

He slowly drifted through the cabin, finding his door which he opened with a sharp turn of the knob. The door glided open, revealing his room. The arrangements were immaculate, his bed properly dressed, his bookshelves filled and dusted, the pile of books that was nearly as high as the bookshelf standing next to the shelf organized by size. He homed in on his desk which was home to his pen, a small device of silver and gold, and his latest journal. He had just under a dozen journal sitting on atop his bed, each filled with every intimate thought that crossed his mind during the day. If he didn't have business to attend to, he would've taken this chance to fill up a page or two for today's events alone. His fingers danced along pages, stopping on an unblemished page which he ripped from his journal, making a note to trim up the blemish it left near the spine later as well.

When Thane reappeared to the small crowd that had to be gathered outside of his home, he waved the paper in the air briefly, ripping the blade up from the floorboards and dropped down into a crouch, placing the paper onto the ground. Carefully, Thane placed the sword down atop it, placing the hilt just beyond the edge of the paper and stood, stepping back and looking down. As if on cue, a gust of wind surged past, blowing the paper free. Thane's lips pressed together and his puffed his cheeks slightly with air and raised his eyebrows, giving a shrug. He picked up the blade, looking it over slightly before stepping away from his cabin, toward the girl. "My apologies. It seems that I was overconfident in the uses of your swords. Perhaps they'll make fine scrap for future projects." Thane said softly to the girl's face, dropping the blade flatly on the ground besides them. He turned his back toward her, giving a wave over his shoulder to the agitated girl.

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Fell said
FInally posted, no knives stabbing anybody yet, if anything I am avoiding any action/repercussions of your character's Marx. I can sense the drama about to unfold.

Thane; future God of Judgement.

EDIT:
And yes, things are about to get.... INTENSE

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So many new people, so exciting, AHHHH