β₯ (Godly)Father - Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. β₯ Mother - Giovana De Luca β₯ (Step)Father - Stefan De Luca β₯ Brother - Roman De Luca β₯ Blood-related demi-god cousin - Erin Maree Chase
L E G A C Y
Unknown
P E T S
"I suppose Heathcliff counts.? My cousin, Erin, says that he's mine. She sent him to me, damn near scared me half to death. He had a skull on his head.. the sight alone would have freaked me out, but he jumped up into my bed just as I was about to fall asleep. Half the camp still hasn't forgiven me for screaming so loud at 2 in the morning. I've never really been a dog person before... and he looks more like a hyena, really. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's cute. I just still can't wrap my head around the whole 'hellhound' thing."
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βGaming βComics βMusic βPlaying piano βNature walks βReading (Fantasy Fiction) βHomemade meals βGaming (PC, Console, Handheld) βQuiet company βStargazing βBonfires βCold nights, cuddling in bed βBinging movies/shows βSewing βHelping people βSinging βSelf-depricating humor βPhotography
D I S L I K E S
βBeing interrupted or ignored βMost of today's music βShopping βGetting complimented βBirds βLong nails βStormy weather βEven numbers βLetting people down βExtreme negativity βSeeing people sad
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Will be writing up soon when I get the inspiration. First, relations, tonight!
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C A B I N
Cabin Twenty-Six; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread.
Y E A R S AT C A M P
Less than one; no beads Full-time Camper.
F A T A L F L A W
β₯ Siena gets attached to people very fast.
W E A K N E S S
β₯ Lactose intolerant. β₯ Has slight pollen allergies.
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
β₯ Cabin Counselor
W E A P O N S
None of her own.
A B I L I T I E S
Odikinesis: As the child of the god of personal fear, panic and rout, Siena can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. β₯ Persona Worst Fear Generation: Siena has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, Siena can only do this to one person at a time. β₯ Terror Generation: She has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way her father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Shapeshifting (limited): Siena can change her appearance and form to people or animals. The power is limited, as she has to know a lot about the being she changes herself into. She has some practice changing into animals but hasn't attempted shifting into another person before. Her father once shifted to look like Ares, so the ability is there. She just hasn't discovered that part of it yet. The better she knows the animal/person, the stronger the shift is. Typically is only an ability that she can conjure in the midst of battle, as well. It is not a leisure ability. Umbrakinesis: She has control over darkness and shadows for various uses. Shadow Travel: She can use shadows as a way of transportation. However, great distances tend to wear her out. β₯ Darkness Generation (Has not discovered): She can solidify shadows to shoot bolts of darkness, form virtually impenetrable shields, and surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of lightless space. β₯ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): She can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible. β₯ Vitakinesis (limited): She can heal minor injuries to herself or others by using darkness.
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Most platforms, her handle is ZeldaxLove04.
Siena likes to stream on Twitch with her friends. Broadcasts on Thursday nights.
Sienna was lucky enough to have Hayden make some armor for her. After her first game of Cap the Flag in the basic armor, seeing everyone else donning their cool, custom-made armor sets... Siena had to have one too.
Siena loves to sing and play the piano. She has a great singing voice, and really enjoys just about any kind of music but piano melodies are her favorite.
She doesn't like even numbers. Her favorite number is 333 (3 3's) but any odd numbers are acceptable in her eyes. For some reason just has a slight discomfort with even numbers...
Siena tends to keep her nails cut short. When they're grown out, she will chew on them when she becomes stressed or anxious. Likes to keep them short to avoid damaging her nails.
Sienna knows how to speak Italian, Ancient Greek, English and elvish...yeah, that's right. Girl geeked out on Lord of the Rings hardcore and went and taught herself the elvish language.
T H E M E S O N G
Face Claim: Christina Grimmie (R.I.P. <3) | #77DD77
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βMusic βSmoking βPartying βHelping out βDrinking wine βHTTYD ("Thanks Ty!") β'Foot' races with new campers
D I S L I K E S
βDogs βBullies βCyclops' βBeing underground βAggressive campers βReptiles and spiders βBeing stuck in enclosed spaces βBeing stuck inside for too long
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Hermes Cabin, bunked with Tyler Rumancek when at camp
W E A K N E S S
Β§ Wine dependent Β§ Aerial attacks
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Bringing new demi-gods to camp, protecting them till they can get into the protective walls of the camp.
W E A P O N S
Two swords passed down from his father. He keeps the bottom one pictured with him and leaves the other at camp in the trusted hands of his friend, Tyler Rumancek.
A B I L I T I E S
ABILITIES: Β§ They can detect half-bloods and monsters (but not underground) by scent. Β§ They can control nature by playing music on their reed pipes. Β§ They can talk to animals and some monsters. Β§ They have animal-level hearing and smell. Β§ They can eat recyclable material (tin, aluminum, plastic, etc.) and even wood and grass. Β§ They can run at superhuman speeds, along with climbing, as a result of goat legs. Β§ They can sense nature magic (such as the Golden Fleece, Pan, and gifts of Pan). Β§ They can sense emotions of demigods and mortals. Β§ They practice woodland magic. Β§ They age at half the rate of a human or demigod. Β§ When they die, they are reincarnated as plants or trees, such as laurels (if they are lucky), and flowers (the average satyr).
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As stated before, Sawyer sleeps in Tyler's Cabin Counselor room on the floor.
Sawyer is a huge Disney fanatic, often times can be found hanging with Brynn binging old Disney movies.
@Venus HI ANG!! <3 (Vicier is going to respond to your questions! Just wanted to say hello ^^ She and I are on discord chat rn, and she was already in the middle of responding when I realized it was you!)
Location: Ares Cabin, Brandon's Bedroom - Camp Half-Blood; New York. Interacting With: Each other @Vicier
The son of Ares gently closed the door to the Hephaestus cabin behind him, a wide grin still plastered on his face as he rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face. His mind replaying what just happened a few minutes ago, his feet carrying him towards his own cabin without so much as a thought to it. The only thought that crossed his mind was the fact he may or may not need another shower, now. No matter what, the stupid grin on his face didn't change. He didn't care if the passing campers knew. Him and his reputation? They had to have known.
Brandon pushed his way through his door, and just as he crossed over the threshold the thought crossed his mind that he'd left the revolver back at Ky' vie's.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath. He shrugged it off and made a mental note to get it from her later. For now, he was focused on grabbing his things to head off to the Arena to train some. The son of Ares pushed himself up the staircase two at a time, crossing the distance to his bedroom door.. which was slightly cracked open. Bran hadn't remembered leaving it open but shrugged it off as he had been in a hurry earlier.
Bran quickly noticed the dark figure sitting on his bed, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, his hands balling up into quick fists. Nudging the light switch with his elbow, the light illuminated the room and revealed who the strange figure on his bed was. Cross-legged against the bed frame to his King-sized bed, having apparently donned his favorite hoodie that he clearly recalled had been hanging over one his armchair in the corner of his room.. was Erin. Erin Chase, herself.
The son of Ares snorted softly, slipping into his room and shut the door behind him.
"You know, if someone sees you in here there's gonna be a--" As Bran drew closer, he could see the girl had streaks down her face. She'd clearly been crying. This morning's message from Mr. D and Chiron came springing back into his mind. Brandon moved over to the bed, sitting down half cross-legged with one foot still firmly planted on the floor. He reached a hand up and gently took her chin in hand, lifting her face up so their eyes could meet.
"Hey, hey. No tears, alright? Dry it up, buttercup." His hand dropped back into his lap, sitting back a little as he kept his gaze on hers. "Chiron and Mr. D told us what's happened. Please tell me you have a better plan than coming here to ask me to try talking some sense into him." The joking was light, and he tried to couple it with a bit of a smile but even Bran had a hard time seeing her this way. He never liked seeing his little sister so torn up, and so afraid.
"..I-... I need you, Bee..."
One look into his eyes- those stunningly green eyes... The type of green that spoke deeply to the very soul of nature; that existed and could only be found in the lushest of rain forests. It was these very eyes that, for her, sparked that particular color palette she used whenever the art she was creating portrayed a landscape. The fresh wands of grass... the new buds sprouting... that deep emerald that ran through the leaves of the ferns as droplets of water rolled over them-... but for her, it meant more than that. And one look into the eyes of the man that was, through better and worse, her brother was all that it took for the walls that she kept up to come crumbling down completely. And body shifting where she sat, leg awkwardly twisting around underneath her; it wasn't long before Erin was crawling over the bed.
Closing the already small amount of space between them, and curling herself against him like a child seeking comfort. Her dark eyes shutting as she brought her head to rest over his collar bone, arms wrapping around his torso; her fingers curled. Clinging to him almost desperately.
"I'm right here, Ren, w--"
Brandon watched as she climbed over the bed and closed the space between them, curling up into his lap as she clung to him. The sight forced a frown on the boy's face, wrapping his arms around her in a firm, comforting embrace. Bran was never really the touchy-feely type, but Erin had always been a soft spot. After what they'd been through together, how could she not? He gently rested his head atop hers, rubbing her back gently as he stared off at nothing in particular, deep in thought. He let the silence hang in the air for some time before he finally spoke up, keeping her wrapped up in his arms the way he knew she needed right now.
His voice took on a more serious tone but still remained soft as he spoke to her. "Got a feeling you're not here just cause you needed a hug from lil' ol' me.. so, what's our destination? Have you assembled the Avengers yet?" Bran cracked a bit of a smile, then, peaking down at her without moving too much.
The smallest shadow of a smile cracked across her lips as his words fell on her ears, only to settle in her mind. Our destination. She didn't even have to ask; aside from the way that he made her feel safe, he already knew why she was there. Knew that she wouldn't- that she couldn't do this without him. She hadn't needed to so much as utter a single syllable in the ways of asking him for his help, and he was already willing to throw himself into the quest with her. No questions asked. Both of them had changed so much over the last four years- neither of them could say that they were the same people that could be seen in the photos both of them kept, but... despite it all, when it came down to it, they were always in it together. The two of them.
"..Roma..."
Pausing a moment, giving a chance for the knowledge of where this quest was going to lead them to sink in, Erin tilted her head back. Her dark eyes once more meeting with his as she gazed up at him from beneath his favorite hoodie, "..as for the Avengers, I... have my playboy billionaire..." Again another smile; small as it was, remaining over her lips, she eventually gave a light shake of her head. Her eyes falling away from his to instead wander aimlessly towards the wall she was facing. Her body curling further into his gentle embrace, "..honestly, I-I wasn't even sure I was going to do this- I was ready to just give up... to let your dad have me... and the others-... everyone kept saying 'we'... 'we're going to do this', or... 'we're going to succeed'. Things like that. It... it got too much, so I just... left..."
...'you've gotta be kidding me..' he thought to himself. Rome? Brandon pulled back a little to get a better angle on her just as she looked up at him. Smirking, he grabbed the hoodie and pulled it back over her head so that he could really see her. The Avengers reference only made his smile widen, but only for a moment. As her gaze fell from his, his smile slowly faded. His lips pressed together in a fine line. When she curled further into him, he only tightened his embrace on her, gently rubbing her back again as he'd done before while he listened to her.
"I was ready to give up...to let your dad have me.."
Brandon snorted softly, smirking a bit as his mind heard that a totally different way but tried to remain serious.. but his dirty mind won him over in the end, raising an eyebrow at her. "Let my father have you? Erin Maree Chase, I never took you for one to go sleeping around. With a god, no less!"'One that's trying to kill you.' he finished the thought in his mind, not wanting to completely damper the mood. He wanted to keep it light. She was in a fragile state and he knew it. Knew it better than he could even admit to himself.
"Gonna let the time run out and have a go at my old man, are ya?"
"..fottuto idiota..!" Hand drawing back, the warmth spreading over her cheeks causing them to turn a bright shade of red, Erin brought her palm back down against his chest with a dull 'smack'. His jab, however gutter-driven it was causing the smile on her lips to grow just a tad wider. The clearly playful blow, in no way meant to hurt him- not... like she could anyway. Not really.
Brandon laughed, smiling from ear to ear at the smack and the blush that had painted across her face. The position that he sat was starting to get uncomfortable, snaking his hand under her legs and gently picked her up in his arms long enough to turn them around and sit cross-legged against the headboard as she had been before. Bran set her down gently in his lap with her legs draped over his, wrapping his arm back around her and rested his cheek atop of her head.
He had his own walls put up for those he dealt with on a daily basis, but as he sat there with his best friend, his sister, in his arms, he could feel them falling down. Like a drawbridge... It'd been some time since she'd come to him needing him like this. It was nice to feel needed.. as odd as that might be to think that Bran being needed was something he liked. It was different. The vulnerability wasn't entirely ideal, but being vulnerable around Erin was tolerable enough that it didn't bother him.
The son of Ares sighed softly. "Well, if we're gonna do this, we should probably get a move on, Ren. We've only got a week to get this done... you have anyone else in mind to go with us?"
"..Ty... and Spence- there's no way in Tartarus that either of them would let me leave without them..."
Shaking her head lightly, mind drawing back to the scene that she'd left back in her cabin. Sure the guys wanted to prove that they were there for her, but... what good was that going to do if half of them continued to bicker with each other..? Tyler didn't seem to like Spencer... Spencer hated her cousin... Greyson just took it all in his stride and jabbed right back with the attitude, and she didn't even want to start about the looks she'd seen thrown back and forth between the two sons of Thanatos. The only two that had managed to keep from getting involved in the bickering had been Kyrin and Elias; though she was sure that both had their own opinions of the others.
Sighing, she once more brought her hand up to rest against his chest, "..Carlos, maybe..? And... I don't know... we're meant to be chasing a damn bird so... Zeru..? Thunder-thighs can fly, right..?"
Brandon nodded lightly, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he thought about her choices. Counting himself and her, that would mean.. six?
"Six, huh? Hm.."Thunder thighs. He chuckled softly at the nickname, shaking his head at her. "Yes, children of Zeus can fly."
Six people. But why? Bran was stuck on it, pulling back from her, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "What exactly did the Oracle tell you, Ren?"
"..six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... a land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least..." Staring blankly at her hand resting over his chest for a moment or two longer, Erin lifted her head. Once again letting her dark gaze draw up to meet with his. It was the second time she'd had to repeat what the Oracle had said to her; already she was sick and tired of it, but she also had a feeling that it was just how these things went, "..while two might find love, one soul shall be taken... the Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..?"
Brandon listened closely to her as she spoke, one eyebrow raised as she turned to look up at him. 'While two might find love'.. The line made Bran suddenly uncomfortable, stiffening up a bit as he shifted in his seated position (not in that way, you nasties!). 'One soul shall be taken.. the Lady's dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..?' Brandon's gaze fell from Erin's then, his eyebrows furrowed again as eyes absentmindedly fell on the door of his room.
Would they find the dove, and Ares still take Erin's life? A soul shall be taken.. no. No, if it came to it, Brandon would take up arms against his own father, even if it killed him. The way the gods played with them was disgusting, forcing a frown to surface on Bran's face. He harbored no affections for his father, nor any of the other gods.. He couldn't care less what they thought but maybe seeing Ares' own son defending the girl, maybe he might see through his rage. Maybe? Hell, that was like asking for water in an endless desert.
Brandon sighed heavily, turning his gaze back over to hers, his expression softening a bit. His tone playful as he poked her in her side with a cheeky grin, "How many times have you had to say that one, today?"
"..twice... so far..." Squirming lightly in his arms; the gentle pokes at her side causing eyes to narrow in warning, though her smile returned, no matter how small. Gods, he could be such a shithead. He knew she was ticklish; but each and every time, he still pushed his luck... and each and every time, despite it all, she let him get away with it.
Rolling her eyes, Erin took a quick swat at his hand as she continued, "..but hearing it-... I may have run away from the Oracle... That shit was straight out of horror movie; there was no way I was sticking around for whatever satanic sacrifice crap that bitch had going on up there... seriously; how many candles does one person need..?"
Bran chuckled at her squirming and batting at his hand, smacking the top of her hand tenderly. He laughed a bit, wrapping his hand back around her so she couldn't smack it back.
"Oh, candles aren't that bad. Though the ones up there, you're right. Straight-up horror movie shit. Least get some scented ones, for the gods' sake." Bran could hear movement outside his door, some of his siblings must have been wandering down the hallway as he could hear the footsteps carry off and fade. His attention came back to Erin, tilting his head to one side like a dog when they hear the word 'walk'.
"If I'm gonna pack, you're gonna need to get up, goofball."
"..if I get up, I'm taking this hoodie with me."
Bran smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Well, yeah.. what do you think I'm gonna do... rip it off you?" He shook his head, the smirk only growing as he sat up, picking her up once more to move her off to the side of the bed before standing up, moving far enough away he wouldn't get smacked before saying, "Just because I have a reputation to uphold when it comes to undressing women... no. You're... beautiful, Ren. But it's a hard no, from me. Kay? Just.. no."
The pillow was sent soaring across the room before the words had so much as finished leaving his lips; her own turning even further up, and for the first time in quite some time, her features were lit up with her smile. A soft twinkle sparkling in her iris' as she slid off the edge of the bed. Getting back to her feet, "You're such a dick, Bee. I seriously can't believe you even went there."
Brandon caught the pillow before it could hit him, laughing as he tossed it back onto the bed. "Do you seriously expect any less from me? Come on. You know me better than that."
The boy wandered over to his closet and pulled open the door, moving over his sword and armor set he had lying on the floor as he tried to find his bag. Spotting it, it was located at the back of the closet on the opposite end from where he was currently looking. A great huff of a sigh passed through his lips as he tugged the closet door shut and opened the other side, leaning in to pull out his backpack before tossing it up onto the bed where they'd just been sitting.
She did. Erin could swear that she knew Brandon better than she knew herself; it was just a simple fact that it worked both ways. Hesitating a moment, her hands finding their way into the pockets of his hoodie, when she spoke again, her voice was softer.
"..travel-wise, I-... I don't know what to do... I just know I want to avoid the Underworld..."
Brandon wandered over to his Chester drawers, pulling out clothing from each one of them and tossing them over his shoulder. His aim was for the bed but some fell short, falling to the floor. He didn't care, he'd pick them up when he turned back around.
"Why, though? It'd be one of the quickest ways. Either that or shadow travel. You and Spence could take half the group each and get there. It'd be quite the jump, but... it's either that or risk flying. Driving is clearly out of the question and a boat would just take way too long."
"..it is the quickest way, yeah, but... taking that route means entering the Labyrinth..."
Right. Brandon turned then and snatched up all the clothing that had fallen to the floor, stuffing them into his backpack without folding them up at all. "Well, again.. could just shadow travel. It is a far distance, though. You gotta be careful with that." With that, his eyes turned up to meet hers. "Spencer is from that area, isn't he? Should be easy to get a location to travel to."
Remaining planted where she was, Erin followed his movements with a simple turn of her head. Her gaze trailing after him, "..he kept talking about Wales... it's where he's from originally; same with fish-breath..."
Brandon chuckled softly. For some reason, he did remember Davies was from Wales. He zipped up his backpack and reached into the closet, grabbing out his sword and his throwing knives, eyeing Erin. "So.. are you gonna give me my hoodie back or am I going to have to pick another one?"
Realistically, he was fine with it either way. "Either way, we gotta hurry up and get a move-on, Ren. Time is of the essence."
"..it's cute how you think you're getting this back." It was a jab, a playful one, though even she knew that it was half-hearted. Really, she didn't want to think about the fact that she only had seven days. Seven days to find a bird or suffer. Gods, it sounded like something straight out of one of her novels. And she still needed to bust down her pride enough that to ask the others if they would even consider helping her...
..she was really regretting the fact that she ever got up this morning...
Nodding her head lightly, however, Erin hesitated. Almost as though she were trying to work up the courage to do it before she eventually turned and left the room. Her shoulders hunching over as she made her way down the stairs, and out the front door of the Ares cabin. Not caring one iota of whoever might see her doing so.
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"I shouldn't have grabbed it... everyone else was distracted and I just... snatched it up."
Brynn frowned a little at the comment, wondering why he wasn't more excited or enthusiastic about having won. Wasn't that the whole point at attempting the event in the first place, was to potentially clamber up the tower and snag the idol? Was almost like he was surprised, as if he didn't know he had it in him. Corona had asked Pierre to swear on the Styx over the secret she had hidden in the Bunker, though it wasn't aimed at her, Brynn quickly nodded and crossed an 'x' over her heart with her finger with a bit of a smirk. Cross your heart, hope to die. Something her dad and her had always done.
It was settled, and Corona had accepted their declarations of fealty. The daughter of Athena followed closely behind Corona for some time before falling back a bit to walk side by side with Pierre, gently nudging the boy with her elbow and flashed him a soft grin.
As they came to the Bunker, Brynn watched Corona closely. The daughter of Athena had always been curious about Bunker 9, this being the first time she'd have been taken inside to explore what was beneath the surface. With a snap of Corona's fingers, a spark of flames erupted before their eyes, Brynn's own widening a little at the display. She always thought fire was so beautiful. The fact that the Heph kids could just create it from thin air, it was always something Brynn somewhat envied. To wield fire in the palm of one's hand... badass. Though Brynn did not catch the reference to what Corona was trying to replicate, it was still very cool for her to see, forcing a wide grin across the girl's face.
Brynn's eyes flickered back and forth rapidly, taking every little thing in as the large hangar doors opened up, following behind Corona at her heels. Her eyes glanced over all the blueprints littered all over the floors and work benches that they passed, coming to what seemed like a dead end. Brynn could see Corona huddled against the wall with their back facing them. Curious, Brynn peeked around Corona's shoulder and noticed the console attached to the wall as she was inputting a code in. The girl quickly pulled back and gave Corona the privacy to input her code, turning away from the curly-haired girl, her eyes found Pierre. She didn't say anything, just simply stared at him a moment with a friendly half-smile as Corona fidgeted with the console on the wall.
Several moments later, the sound of a door opening brought Brynn's attention back over to the girl, seeing the opening in the wall just a few steps away. Following behind the Heph girl again, Brynn stepped into the elevator and checked the number of levels to the lift. Fifty levels?! The girl's jaw dropped, her face riddled with disbelief. 'Holy Hephaestus!' She watched as Corona hit the very last floor and suddenly remembered her discomfort with elevators as the doors closed, the lift lurching slightly before slowly descending. Brynn folded her arms gently over her chest, standing with a slightly staggered stance as she tried to think of something other than the butterflies-in-her-stomach feeling as the elevator descended down to the bottom floor.
Once there, Brynn let out a heavy sigh. That was a lot of floors.
Walking out into the very large room, the first thing Brynn's eyes caught was the frame to what looked like some sort of airship, then gliding over the rest of the area. There were even living quarters down here. Was this why sometimes the Heph kids just disappeared for days on end? No wonder why no one ever really made a fuss when they went missing.
"Well there she is. My magnum opus, the Aerial Assault Airship: Aurora. Or at least it will be provided I work out a few problems I have encountered. ...If I'm building something that's only meant to be an airship, then I could probably make the build myself, and on a much quicker pace. However, I never really have built a megazord before so I need some ideas on how I could make it so that it can transform from that, to this."
Brynn looked down at the drawing that Corona had, peeking back up at the frames of the airship before looking back down at the sketch of the robot. Corona wanted to get the airship to transform into the giant robot she had sketched out. Had the girl been watching too much Transformers, lately? The daughter of Athena stood back on her heels, looking at the frame again as she chewed on her lip in deep thought. It came back to her that Corona had mentioned she had run into some problems. Brynn turned her stormy gaze on the Hephaestus girl, tilting her head slightly.
"You said you ran into an issue.. or, issues, rather. Mind expanding on that a bit? What's going on with it?"
Tyler caught Erin's eye a moment as she took the tea from him, giving her a soft reassuring smile as he watched her a moment before turning his attention to Greyson behind him. When the son of Poseidon had entered the cabin he looked a bit pale. Checking up on the guy, he made several different expressions at him, asking him if he was okay without speaking a single word. Quickly Tyler got to his feet and slipped around Grey, stepping into the kitchen's sitting area to snag a chair and walk it back out to Greyson. As he turned with chair in hand to walk back out of the kitchen, the back of the chair caught the box that was hanging partially off the counter and knocked it to the floor with a soft THU-DUNK!.
Tyler huffed softly to himself, setting the chair to the side to bend down and pick up the boxes of tea that had fallen out, and.. a small leather bundle with straps on it. The boy stood there a moment looking at it before actually picking it up, setting the box with the teas ontop of the table to inspect the bundle with both hands. Slowly unraveling it out on the kitchen counter, Tyler's eyes widened a bit as he looked over the small tools set within the leather pouch. As Tyler sat there picking them all out individually to see what all was there, his father's words from earlier rang back in his mind.
"Enjoy the tea... and the extra toppings that came with it..."
...
Tyler tilted his head before looking over his shoulder as if speaking directly to his dad as he mumbled, "Thanks, pops." Wasn't much, but that was about as affectionate as Tyler could ever get towards Hermes. Definitely not directly to his face. That was something that would have to develop and be worked on over time. Something that none of them had right now. Right. Back to what he was doing. Tyler slipped the small file, the set of lock picks, the small mirror mounted on the extendable metal handle, the set of narrow-bladed scissors, and the pair of pliers back in their respectable spots before curling it back up and strapping it together. He stuffed it into his back pocket before returning back to taking the chair out to Greyson, looking around the room a minute before eying Greyson, leaning close to him as he clapped a hand over the son of Poseidon's shoulder.
"Dude, seriously. Sit down before you fall down, 'kay..? I get you're Big Three and all, but the attention's not on you, today, big guy." Tyler whispered to Greyson as he gave him a look, laughing as Greyson reached out to shove his shoulder before crouching back down beside Erin's spot on the couch. The boy's eyes flashed over to Spencer as he spoke, telling Erin that they were all there for her and to explain what the Oracle had said when she was ready. Tyler's soft blue eyes found Erin again, focusing on the tea cup in her hand as she too looked down at it. She was deep in thought, that much was clear. His eyes came up to meet hers though she was still looking into the cup, holding his gaze several seconds before she began to speak, explaining what it was the Oracle had said.
".. Six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... A land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least... While two might find love, one soul shall be taken... The Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..? ..."
Tyler brought a hand up to his mouth, chewing on the end of a fingernail as his brow furrowed. Six figures. Meaning five were meant to accompany her..? Land of Pisa, pasta, and much art.. Why Italy? Of all places. Love, a taken soul.. found dove.. vengeance?
Spencer as he cleared his throat and stepped forward. The son of Hermes rolled his eyes and slowly eased himself backwards till he sat his ass down on the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them while he listened to Spencer drone on in his usual way.
"If I'm gonna interpret this quest, then one way or another, we're going to succeed. That part with a soul being taken is something of concern, and that's why I'm going in this quest with you. Not only do I have the most actual combat experience out of anyone in camp, I can also tell when one of us is in life-threatening danger."
The way Spencer always assumed the leader really grinded Tyler's gears. He did it with an iron fist, too. Like everything was going to go the way he said because he was the oldest and had the most experience. Like, Okay Boomer. And who was he to insist that he was going? ..he could tell when someone was in life-threatening danger? ...Her life was already in danger, as they spoke. CaN yOu FeEl It NoW, mR. kRaBs?! Tyler shook his head as if to shake away the irritation that was beginning to rise within him, instead turning his attention back to Erin. Thankfully, Spencer's voice drown out for a few moments as he watched her, his eyes soft and filled with concern. He wished he could've had a moment or two alone with her before the whole entourage accompanied her inside. The boy tilted his head and rested his cheek ontop of his knees, watching his friend quietly.
The room had been spinning. Non-stop. It was almost enough to make him sick. The effort he had exerted just dragging the three boys away from Erin really left him in bad shape, mentally. It was a bit difficult for him to focus but got better once he was sitting down. Thank you, Tyler. The son of Poseidon placed his hands firmly on his knees to hold himself up as he listened in to everything both Erin and Spencer had to say, concentrating on his breathing as well as the conversation.
"Instead, we could start from my old home in Wales and then make the drive to Italy. If all goes well, we could get there in half a day, anyway...besides, you aren't the only one who's due for a homecoming."
The mention of Wales instantly perked the young man up, sitting up a little straighter as he smirked a bit.
"Oh yeah, mate? Yau gonna throw a party for the threi of us, then? I'm quit' overdju' to sei my family, as well." Greyson sat back against the back of the chair, sitting higher in his seat. He knew the boy didn't care for him, so there was no harm in voicing the way he felt towards the guy. Greyson's voice still remained low, but there was now a sternness to it that wasn't there before, and the light playfulness that was there prior had vanished as he spoke again. He stared directly at the son of Thanatos.
"I don't' really car' for the way yau're bossing her araund either. Why don't' yau giv' her the chanc' to talk, or even think, for Zeus's sak'. This is her quest', I'd suggest' yau keip that' in mind, son."
Without giving Spencer a chance to rebuttle back, Greyson turned his attention over to his cousin, tilting his head a bit to look at her from an angle, his voice lost any bit of hostility as he spoke to her. "Erin, this unfortchunately falls on yau, luv. As he said befor', we're all her' for yau.. that' doesn't' mean yau hav' to tak' every one of us in her' with yau. Yau hav' the pick of the litter, cous. Yau are going to hav' to think abaut' this and choos' wisely. This quest' is going to neid to be completed with the utmost' car', as will picking aut' yaur mates to go with yau."
Hair:Shoulder-length, light brown hair || Silver when Form is Activated with a whistling, smoky, icy aura
Eyes:Dark brown || Icy Blue when Form is activated, looks like a crystallized sapphire stone
Body Type:Slim, yet toned; has a firm, decent bust and a tight booty that's firm to the touch due to all those hours of training.
Body Marks:Ears pierced, a scar along the left side of her neck from a rough training session. || Has The Sigil of Vidar tattooed on her neck.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S
Astrid is single and isn't sure if she's looking or not.
F A M I L Y
Father: Aaren Larsen Mother: Khione, Goddess of Ice and Snow Sister: Issura Larsen (twin sister)
L E G A C Y
Vidar, Norse God of Vengeance
P E T S
Astrid doesn't do pets, but she is known to be quite friendly with her sister's wolf. With the exception of Issie, Lumi is the only one who is able to bring out Astrid's softer, compassionate side.
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βHer sister - Astrid will kill for Issie. It's not an overexaggeration, either. She will bring down the fury of Khione and Boreas down on anyone who hurts her. βAnything to do with winter; not so much because she likes snow angels or Christmas (she does but that's not the point). It's more to do with her feeling her most powerful during the coldest season. βChristmas - something she shares with Issie. She might not go caroling (unless Issie begged her), but she will sure as shit rock out to the classics while drinking egg nog βViolent video games and/or the implication of violence - fun fact! When she was injured, Astrid found out that she not only has a love for gory video games, but she gets a certain thrill from it. ...she might be a little unhinged βShaved ice - it helps that she can have it any time she wants hehe βTraining and/or working out - what can she say? She's a fitness buff. βGetting absolutely shit-faced and making mistakes she might not be able to remember
D I S L I K E S
βHot seasons. She absolutely hates it with a passion because not only are they too hot, she doesn't particularly feel like she's her strongest βThose unbearable children of Hephaestus. Nothing against them personally, but Astrid would much rather suffer through absolute zero temperatures than have to be around those fire-breathing dragons. βAny pepper hotter than chipotle βAnyone who hurts Issie or who she generally perceives as a threat to Issie βLosing in any competition and it doesn't matter who beats her βPudding of all kinds.
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Cold and otherwise intimidating, Astrid is the more aggressive Larsen twin. While she is absolutely capable of being kind and compassionate, she can also be very unforgiving, especially if you have wronged her in the pas, but especially if she has ever gotten the sense you hurt Issura in any way. Astrid's loyalty is similar to the Viking CLan she grew up in: she looks out for those she considers her own, or those who she considers to be worthy of her undying loyalty. It takes a lot to earn her trust because she doesn't let many in. You can chalk this off to her obviously personable self, but the truth is she's just very...protective.
Take that with what you will.
The truth is, between how she was raised and the influence her legacy, Vidar, has on her, Astrid has a sometimes twisted way of thinking and feeling. She's often been unforgiving when it comes to the slightest of inconveniences to her. Comments about her can be taken at face value and she might leave it alone, but then she might sit on it several days later and might go up to that same person and hit them in the face. Or she might kiss them. Or blast them with the fury of a Norwegian winter blizzard.
Astrid has a very competitive spirt, too. If she knows she wins and loses fair and square, she'll leave it alone. But she suspects even an ounce of foul play, then run for the hills, because a nasty, petty side in Astrid comes out and it almost always ends up with violence, but in the cold, frosty way one might expect from a daughter of Khione, not in the Brandon son of Ares way.
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To be written
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C A B I N
Cabin Twenty-Two - Khione, Greek Goddess of Ice and Snow
Y E A R S AT C A M P
3 and 1/2
F A T A L F L A W
Unpredictablity and holds a grudge like a motherfucker.
R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Ideally? Not a damn thing, but she's likely going to be some idiot's mentor or some shit like that, isn't she?
W E A P O N S
-Twin, one-handed axes -Leather armor || Dyed dark blue and silver with the silver being sowed down the middle in the form of an iron cross. It was gifted to her by her mother. -Claw Gauntlets || Crafted from a special iron ore found only in Asgard. The iron claws/blades retract when her rage is at its peak. Otherwise, they take the form of silver, iron bracelets worn on both of her wrists. It was gifted to her by her Legacy, Vidar.
A B I L I T I E S
From Khione: Cyrokinesis, Aerokinesis, Cyro-Aerokinesis, Heat Sensitivity, and Divine Form From Vidar: Partial Berserker's Rage - When her temper gets out of control, in a combo of demigod feats and a desire to avenge herself or others, Astrid will a semi-blinding rage. She is aware of what she is doing and is subject to some form of calming down, but she will be quick to anger and will attack first -- at least, more than she usually does. It only occurs when she feels truly wronged beyond reproach.
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Speaks fluent Greek, Old Nordic, and French -- of which are results of her upbringing and what is in her DNA.
Is on about 6 different medications
Adderall and Ritalin for ADHD
Risperidone, Quetiapine, and Clozapine for general psychotic tendencies
Lithium for general mood-related disorders - like her rage
Has a secret love for games of all kinds: video, board, and D&D
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"Eep!"
The shrill scream caused Brynn to jump, causing the girl to take an immediate defense stance. It took her looking at the source of the sound, following the girls eyes down to her dad's dog. Brynn quickly loosened up, raising an eyebrow as she turned her stormy grey eyes on the red headed girl, tilting her head in slight confusion. 'You're afraid of him?' she thought in her head, giving the girl a once over. She'd seen her around camp, and had even seen her hanging around her good friend Adeline, but never had the pleasure of meeting her till now. She in fact knew her name, of course, another thanks to Adeline.
"Yep, that's me. Pleasure to meet you, Corona!"
Brynn smiled at Corona as she introduced herself, reaching out to shake her extended hand till she pulled it back, her smile fading as her eyes fell down on Duke. She could see him wanting desperately to approach the curly-haired girl and sniff her hand, maybe give her a friendly lick in hopes for an ear scratch.. Brynn smirked and grabbed his collar, gently leading him over to the Athena cabin to let him inside.
"Sorry, pal. Stay here, okay?"
Brynn watched the old dog wander inside the cabin over to her bed, sitting down beside it before slowly slumping to the floor. The brunette smiled, shutting the door before returning back to the spot she'd been while talking with Corona, uttering a quick apology for her dog and walking away, listening to her as she continued to talk.
"Listen, I know this may come across as pretty sudden and random at the same time... but can I ask you for a favor? I'm on my way to my secret base, and I would like to invite you to come along. There's this really huge secret project I'm working on but there's some stuff I'm not really sure of at the moment, and it would really mean a lot to me to have the input of one of the smartest campers here."
The daughter of Athena smiled brightly, face flushing a soft shade of red at the compliment Corona paid to her. A favor? To help with some sort of secret project? ..the girl was accurate in her assumption of it sounding pretty sudden and random. Asking someone she hardly knew if she would help her with a supposed secret project. Brynn couldn't help but be intrigued, though.
"Oh, I wouldn't say that.. but uhm, sure! I can definitely he--"
Her words were cut off as she caught a glimpse of Pierre just before he managed to narrowly miss running into the two girls. Brynn took a step back and stood beside Corona, folding her arms over her chest lightly and stood with a slightly staggered stance.
Brynn nearly went to respond in French, as she normally talked to Pierre in, but realized too that Corona might not understand what they said when he quickly switched to English. Brynn exchanged a quick glance with Corona before turning her soft greys to Pierre.
"I think we're good. Are you okay? Got a lot on your mind, or somethin?" Brynn couldn't recall if the son of Morpheus was friends with Erin or not, but even so, he seemed more distracted than usual. Her eyes caught sight of the idol, chewing on her lip as she thought about the event earlier. She should have just ignored the guys and let Octavia handle what was going on. Course she could handle herself. Had Brynn just minded her business and listened to O, she could have been the one to show off the idol from this morning's event. Oh well.. She was happy that it had been her friend who'd won it. That in itself was enough for her.
______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Hades Cabin Interactions: Salem (Erin's cat), Erin @Vicier & the Erin Chase Fan Club @Zenritch@King Kindred@Metztli ______________________________________________________________________________________
Pouring himself his own cup of tea, Tyler held his cup with both hands close to his chest as he sighed heavily and watched the door for a time before pulling the cup to his lips to take a sip. His eyes caught Salem over the brim of his cup walking over the countertop right over to the boy, disappearing behind his back. He could feel the cat brushing up against his backside, huffing softly.
"Salem, for fuck's sake, bro. Leave me alone!"
Brrowr. The cat came out from behind him, sitting down to just look up at Tyler, tail flicking at the tip every now and again. Tyler frowned at the cat and took another sip of his hot tea, shaking his head.
"I really don't understand why you like me. You're such an attention whore, dude." Salem simply blinked at him, and Tyler rolled his eyes and turned away from the feline, taking in a deep breath as he looked around the room at the decorations on the walls, his mind wandering a bit. It wasn't till the doorknob began to turn that Tyler's attention whipped to the front door, setting his cup down as he started for the door but quickly came to a halt in his steps. Erin wasn't alone. Seeing Greyson, the two boys made eye contact and Tyler simply nodded to him, looking behind him to see the others following closely behind. One. Two. Three. And a straggler coming towards the cabin behind them.. Four.
'What the Hades?' ..the thought caused Tyler to pause, raising an eyebrow as he looked down toward the floor as if staring into the Underworld itself, 'Sorry,' he thought again, his eyes making their way up to the group before him. Tyler nearly jumped up as he remembered the tea, moving over to the tea pot, he picked it up by the handle with the stove mitten and poured some into the cup that had been waiting for Erin. He set the pot back on the stove and picked up the cup, holding it close to his chest as he maneuvered his way over to the group, watching as Greyson gently lead her towards the couch. Tyler followed just behind them, crouching down just off to the side of and in front of Erin, holding onto the cup till she had a moment to process everything going on. A soft frown set on his features, his eyes focused on his friend.
Greyson let Erin take a seat, noticing Tyler who took an immediate spot near Erin. The son of Poseidon gave Tyler a playful 'really?' look and stepped around the boy before standing off to the side a few steps away from his cousin. He left the spot beside Erin open for Dorian, knowing the boy would want to be nearest her, at her side. Greyson watched his cousin carefully a moment before looking up at everyone else who had followed them, crossing his arms over his chest loosely. There were a lot of bodies in here. Of course only people who Greyson knew cared for his cousin, but the amount still concerned him. Greyson took a deep breath, letting it out slow in a soft sigh as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, his mind running a race he could hardly keep up with.
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The son of Poseidon reached the small group in no time, only having overheard so much of the conversation before he was standing among them. Everyone was surrounding Erin. The sight of it alone made Greyson feel claustrophobic. Greyson closed his eyes and tried to focus, concentrating on the water within the bodies of those around Erin. He'd been warned by his older brother Percy that trying to bend blood instead of the water in the body causes slight mental instability and psychotic tendencies. Something he'd of course avoid at all costs. This was something he'd only done once before, having tested the theory with his best friends Ky' vie and Brynn. Though there were only 2 of them at the time, now there were three of them.
Taking in a deep breath, Greyson focused on Dorian, Kyrin and Spencer before him, and on the exhale tightened his fists side by side before pulling them apart slowly. As he did so, the three boys would have been drug across the the dirt against their wills by an invisible force only about a foot. Greyson's eyes fluttered open, his vision slightly blurred as he was fairly dizzy. The small action having drained quite a bit of his personal energy, but he pushed through it and took the few steps to clear the distance between his cousin and himself. He placed firm, but slightly shaky hands on her shoulders, unsure if he was doing it to hold her or himself up. Greyson took a look at the other boys and sighed heavily, gently nudging Erin in the direction of her cabin as he talked.
"Sorry guys, but I really must insist on agreeing with Kyrin. It's prob'ly best we go somewhere private to talk. This out-in-the-open business is only going to make matters worse for her. Just the few of us is enough," Greyson looked down and over Erin's shoulder, frowning softly at the tear streaks down her face. The sight broke his heart. "Come on, Erin. Let's get you back to your cabin, love." Grey began to guide her slowly towards her cabin, his hands still on her shoulders as he too tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. He took a look back at the three boys behind him, motioning with his head for them to follow if they wished before focusing ahead of them.
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