Rightful Heir

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Zenritch Once you fix up those things I'd mentioned to you in PMs, she's accepted and you're good to move her over hun! She looks awesome!!

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier xP

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Ezra Dean Griesheim, Son of Deimos

"Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."

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___________________________________ N A M E Ezra Dean Griesheim ∞ 'E' ∞ Ez ∞ Ren ∞ "Padfoot" A G E November 19th, 19-years-old G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Polysexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Livingston, Montana N A T I O N A L I T Y German-American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / German ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'2" Weight: 195lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Scars; ∞ Facial scar across right side of face Tattoos; ∞ Skull with a crown on his left ring finger ∞ His daughter's initials on his right ring finger ∞ A sparrow on the right side of his shoulder blade. A memorial tattoo for his late grandmother. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ Too many hotties in camp to name Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ Several F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Katherine Griesheim (M.I.A.) Father: ∞ Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Grandfather: ∞ Quinten Griesheim Siblings Demi-god Half-Sister: ∞ Danielle De Luca Mortal Half-Brother: ∞ Jacob Griesheim Children Daughter: ∞ Hayley Griesheim L E G A C Y Hecate, goddess of the Mist, magic, crossroads and necromancy. P E T S ∞ A Maine coon cat by the name of Heimdall. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Archery ✔ Graphic novels ✔ Collecting knives ✔ Painting/Sketching ✔ Sleeping in the nude ✔ Photographing nature ✔ Movies and novels about slavery ✔ Outdoors; hiking, camping, fishing, etc. ✔ Working to better himself in his abilities ✔ Teasing people, especially if he knows they have the hots for him D I S L I K E S ✘ Fighting (not including sparring) ✘ Too much noise (Misophonia) ✘ People who underestimate him ✘ Showing his teeth when he smiles ✘ Those who can't take a joke or take things too seriously ✘ Facial hair but typically lets it grow out when out on quests and No-Shave-November. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventurous § Charming § Initiative § Meticulous § Self-disciplined § Sociable § Impulsive § Jealous § Lewd § Rebellious § Self-Destructive § Temperamental ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Ezra spent his life with his grandparents and never really knew much of his own mother except for the things his Pa told him. Ezra and Jacob's mother left them when they were very young, Jacob's father was unaware that he was even his and nothing ever came of their relationship. The boys were handed down to and raised by their grandparents, Ezra having spent most of his time with his grandpa. Although of course he did love to spend time with his grandmother in the kitchen from time to time. She always cooked the best food, especially at Thanksgiving and Christmas. Growing up, Ez always had a dream of getting into Hollywood and becoming a movie star. First he started out as an extra in a few movies here and there in his early years of junior high. After getting behind the scenes a little bit, he got the crazy idea in his head that he wanted to go out for stunt double/performer roles. He even took some time to go to a school for specialized training. It wasn't until 2015 when he landed his first gig as the stunt double to Adam Driver in the movie Star Wars: The Last Jedi, and later went on to continue his work throughout Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker, although Ezra's work was a bit more on the front lines of ROS. With the resemblance between Adam and Ezra being uncanny, he was the one who played Kylo Ren mostly on the last film after Adam suffered an accident on set. To retain his reputation, they just made it look like he was still the one who played him in the credits. Ezra had been on set for the ROS movie when he had been approached by a small group of people, which he would later find out were demi-gods, urging him to come back with them to this camp. Of course it took a lot of convincing to get his stubborn ass to agree to the ridiculous idea, but eventually he did go. A big chunk of his first year at camp he was back and forth between the set and the grounds of CHB. For the most part, Ezra kept to himself in his lone cabin because he felt the attention he got at camp was mainly do to his line of work and the fact his looks have people mistaking him for the famous actor all the time. It wasn't until one camper in particular broke through his hard exterior shell before he finally started opening up more to the other campers and soon realized that the people there weren't so bad. Since his days with Star Wars were over, he decided to leave behind the Stunt Double business focus more on the whole demi-god aspect of his life. It's still a very new world for him and there's much for the boy to learn. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Twenty-Six; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Y E A R S AT C A M P 2-years, Ezra has collected 2 beads; he will be collecting his third this year. F A T A L F L A W ∞ Flirty -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease. ∞ Audacious – Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; brazen, disobedient. W E A K N E S S Fighting a single person at a time. Ezra has gotten into plenty of fights in his day and made a habit of being outnumbered in most of those fights, though typically came out on top in the end. He does best when fighting multiple enemies at once. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S § Camp Border Patrol W E A P O N S ∞ Ezra has a range of knives, as well as 27" Dual Tactical Full Tang Ninja Swords. A B I L I T I E S Odikinesis: As the son of the god of personal fear, panic and rout, Ezra can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. § Persona Worst Fear Generation: Ezra has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, he can only do handle a small handful of people at a time. § Terror Generation: He has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way his father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Teleportation: He can vanish to other locations. The greater the distance, the more it takes from his energy.The more people he transports also effects his energy stores. Swordsmanship: Much like his father, Ezra is a sword fighter. Despite being the grandson of a war god, he is a terrible physical combatant likely because he never had to rely on his skill and thus never trained. Mist Manipulation: Having a legacy such as Hecate, Ezra has worked on mastering the ability to control and manipulate the Mist. The power to control the Mist to create Mistforms, illusions, and influence the minds and memories of mortals. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R ∞ Outside look at the Deimos Cabin ∞ Ezra's Room ∞ Ezra's Bed ∞ Ezra's Oni Half-Mask ∞ Ezra's Tactical Chest Plate armor T H E M E S O N G Glorious by Macklemore ft. Skylar Grey Face Claim: Adam Driver | #6CBDE8

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Location: Hades Cabin
Interactions: Salem; Eachother @Vicier
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Tyler shook his head and closed the distance between himself and the table, physically having to pick Salem's furry face out of the mug before gently shoving him off the side and onto the floor. He didn't have any words, none that he cared to admit to wanting to tell the feline, anyway. It was always something with Salem, and it was almost always Tyler who suffered at his paws. Reclaiming his cup, he walked it over to the sink and dumped the rest out, using the soapy sponge he'd used on Erin's cup earlier. After rinsing and washing out the mug he'd had, he set it beside Erin's on the dry rack and proceeded to wash the tea pot before drying his hands off, turning back to face the feisty feline.

"What is it," the son of Hermes folded his arms over his chest, "--you hungry, or somethin'?" The cat only flicked his tail back and forth, blinking slowly at the boy from the kitchen floor. Tyler looked over at where his water and food dishes were located, his brow furrowing lightly at the sight of a full bowl.

"Salem.. your bowl is full, my guy." A moment of silence passed between the two before Salem, quite possibly having understood what Tyler was complaining to him about, got up from his place and wandered over to the cabinet where his treats and wet food were kept, brushing himself against the wood door. The cat's eyes found Tyler's as he let out a low 'rohr', becoming still all except for his tail that flicked back and forth at the tip, clearly waiting for Tyler to get his hints. The boy indeed knew what he wanted, figuring that Erin had enough on her plate at the moment, the least he could do was feed her clearly starving cat for her. Sighing heavily, Tyler opened up a cabinet door and grabbed out a cat bowl.

"You're lucky I love her, Say." The boy wandered over to the cabinet Salem stood in front of, gently nudging him to scoot out of the way with his foot before opening said cabinet to snatch out one of the wet food cans. Back at the counter, Tyler popped the thing open and without hesitation, was immediately joined by the feline who was very clearly happy with Tyler providing him with the good stuff. The nosy cat poked his way between Tyler's hands as he emptied out the contents of the can into the ceramic bowl, gently shooing the cat away from it.

"Dude, patience. Come on. Pspspst." Tyler held the bowl up as he stepped away from the counter, waiting to make sure the cat was indeed following him before walking the bowl over to where his old wet food dish lay on the floor beside his dry food and water bowls. Picking up the old one, he replaced it with the new one and watched the cat pounce over his food, already beginning to dig in. Tyler chuckled softly and shook his head, reaching down to gently pet the cat a couple of times from the back of his head to the tip of his tail before wandering back to the sink. Running some hot water into the bowl only enough to fill it, Tyler sat it down in the sink to let it soak so the crusted cat food would be easier to wash off later when he came back to it. Tyler turned around then, pulling the boxes of new teas that Erin had ordered from his father, taking his time in placing them with the rest of the teas she had stocked up in her cupboards.

"..you don't have to do that..."

The door closing quietly behind her, Erin lingered. Her dark gaze drawn through the entrance... the lounge... before settling on the familiar figure that was busying himself in the kitchen. Putting away boxes of tea. Tyler Rumancek... of course he was still here. He'd stuck it out, and he'd stayed, and by the look of it, it seemed as though he was the only one who had. That thought alone had her heart giving a little flutter, though she wasn't about to go admitting it. To him- to anyone, really. It wasn't exactly in her style to go around talking about her 'feelings' with people. Though... he had managed to get her to make a few exceptions through the years they'd known each other.

Biting her lip- chewing on it a moment, Erin hesitated. Her hand holding the smoke she'd been given, still lit though now held down at her side as she shifted, "..Ty, I-..."

What the hell was she supposed to say..? Honestly, she wasn't sure. Dropping her head, her dark gaze falling to the floor between them, she fell silent. Her dark eyes closing as she tried to work out just how she was supposed to go about this, "..I... I didn't take the stupid dove... I promise..."

Erin's voice, as soft as it was, made him jump. A box of tea collapsed to the floor with a bit of noise, Tyler made a face at it before picking it up off the ground to place it back where he had intended on placing it. His eyes shifted over to where the girl stood, more cold and closed off looking than usual, but also fragile enough to break at a gentle touch. It dawned on the boy that she was wearing an over-sized sweatshirt.. one he could swear he'd seen before. Was it Brandon Murphy's? He knew the two were close, but the sight of her wrapped up in his hood made him slightly uncomfortable. Jealous, perhaps? Mm.. only a tad bit, but not enough to ever want to make a stink of the situation. Tyler took a step closer to her, watching her battle with whatever storm was going on in her head.

"It's the least I can do. Keeps me busy, anyway."

He took another hesitant step closer, tilting his head slightly as he approached her. The vision of her before him hurt to see. Of course he'd seen her broken and far gone beside herself before.. this was different. It wasn't till her head dropped that Tyler decided to close the distance between them, tenderly placing his hands on her arms, gently wrapping his fingers around them as he bent down slightly to get an angle on her eyes.

"Hey, hey hey hey.. Er, I know you didn't." Tyler frowned slightly, sighing. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Help... the word alone almost broke her, and she couldn't help but lift her head. Her lips parting at the seam; her fingers curled gently down at her sides. The action only serving to pull the cigarette she was holding closer towards her palm, though even still, she was mindful to keep it far enough away that it wasn't about to scorch her. One look in his eyes though... and the words were tumbling from her lips before she had the chance to really form them in her mind.

"..come with me..."

Of course he would go with her. No questions asked, no second thoughts. He was there.

"You know I've got a go-bag already ready." Reaching into his back pocket, Tyler pulled the toolkit from his jeans and held it up between them, eyes trained on hers. "Not all the gods think you're responsible, either, Erin. Hermes sent a a little help.. probably figuring I'd be tagging along with you on your quest."

A flash of color caught Tyler's eye, only now realizing that she had the cigarette in her hand, which was quite close to her skin as well. Tyler reached down and tenderly took it from her, leaning over to tap some of the ash into the sink. He'd be sure to wash it out later when he went back to scrub the cat bowl. He turned back to her, looking around a moment before his eyes rested back on hers.

"Who all is coming? Do you need to pick up anyone else? Six people.. that's... that's gonna be interesting." All that attention.. their scent, all clumped up together the way they would be... dangerous. "You need me to help you pack, Er?"

Head nodding lightly in response, her long dark locks bouncing gently over the back of Brandon's hoodie; it was all she could do, unsure really of where to even begin. It wasn't as though she didn't have the answers that he was looking for- she did. She'd already given them over and over again to each of the others as she'd been stopped to speak. She was beginning to sound more and more like a broken record. Force herself to ask for help, recite the prophecy, tell them who else was going, then move on just to do it all again when the she came face-to-face with the next person. It was the natural cycle for anyone who got a quest... she just never in a million years thought that it would be her.

"..Brandon..." Voice soft as the name fell from between her lips, Erin turned her head. Her dark gaze drifting away from him for a few moments, but like clockwork, it returned. Once again meeting with his gorgeous blues- his perfect... blue eyes... deeper than any ocean, and brighter than she'd ever seen on a child of Poseidon. And fuck, she couldn't afford to be thinking like this. Not right now, anyway, "..Carlos... and Spencer, too... they all said yes... they're packing..."

Tyler nodded simply, chewing on his lip in thought. That meant there were five. Whoever the sixth might be, he didn't really care. The lineup seemed pretty well rounded. Pulling his attention to Erin again after losing himself in a momentary lapse of distracting thoughts.

"Alright, well.. let's go get you packed, yeah?" Out of habit, Ty placed the cigarette between his lips before hesitantly slipping his hand into hers, twining their fingers. "Come on, Er." He lead her up towards her room, peeking back over his shoulder at her, his thoughts distracting him once more in the moment.

"..what's wrong..?" Her lips parting further, Erin's gaze followed his own. Her pace slowing on the stairs as she glanced back over her shoulder.

Blinking at her in silence a moment. Why was she looking behind her? He was looking at her. A soft huff of air blew out of his nostrils as he grinned a bit, but instead of pointing it out and teasing her about it he decided to remain serious. Stopping at the top of the stairs before turning to her, he gently cupping her face in his hands. His eyes trained on hers as his smile faded, his expression riddled with concern and worry.

”I’m just.. worried is all. I know, more or less, how much this is going to take a toll on you.... l-leaving..” He leaned forward, then, placing a light kiss to her forehead.

”If I could complete this quest for you, I would..”

Eyes closing at his gentle kiss, though only for a moment; Erin's arms lifted. Fingers gently curling over the back of his hands as she brought her touch to his. The words leaving his lips only serving her heart to ache slightly. She was worrying him- she was worrying everyone. That had been made abundantly clear over Gods only knew how much time had passed between her meeting with the Oracle and this moment right here on the stairs of her own cabin.

"..I could never ask you to do that..."

Tyler searched her eyes a moment before letting a light-hearted smile creep up on his features, his thumb brushing over her cheek tenderly. He knew all too well she would never ask, but he wouldn't need her to. Of course Tyler didn't know the full story, but after some long talks with his mother he figured he'd had a grasp on the reasons as to why she was so against leaving in the first place. He never tried to pry it out of her, seeing her in a state such as this was hard enough as it was.

"I know," he replied simply, dropping his hands again to take hers, gently leading Erin into her room so that they could get her started on packing.

Fingers curling gently against the palm of his hands, Erin's gaze fell away from him as they reached her room. Instead glancing about almost absentmindedly, "..I... I don't even know what I should take... I've never done this before..."

Letting her hand go soon as they'd taken a few steps into her room, Tyler figured he'd have to take the initiative and do the majority of the packing. He grabbed her canvas bag from the closet and tossed it on the bed, snagging the toiletries bag she had beneath her bathroom sink that he'd gifted her a couple years back. Brushing the dust off of the thing, he chuckled softly as he shook it out, walking back into the room to stuff it into her bag.

"Well, it averages in the seventies this time of year." Tyler turned to her closet, grabbing out one of her more favored sweatshirts, folding it up neatly and stuffed it down into the bottom of the bag aside the other item.

"..it's summer... in Rome, I mean..." The soft sound of her voice falling past her lips, it was a few moments longer after she spoke that her attention actually focused on him at all. Her dark gaze lingering a moment on what it was that he was doing before she drew it up to meet with his own.

Tyler made a face, shrugging lightly.

"Seventies, eighties. Same difference." he smirked, looking from her bag to her again. "I highly doubt Murphy is gonna let you take his hoodie with you to Rome. Never know when you might need a jacket.. just cause the days are warm doesn't always mean the nights are."

The boy looked around her room, eyes finally falling on her dresser where he knew she kept her undergarments before turning back to her. Sure, they were together, but that still wasn't something they'd crossed over yet. That kind of intimacy was something that Tyler insisted on holding off on out of respect for his family customs. As any normal teenage boy, though, his thoughts did wander. The thoughts alone pulled color to his face.

"You wanna, um... grab some of those," he motioned over towards her dresser, clearing his throat shyly before he quickly turned away to go back to her closet, grabbing a few things he could remember her wearing together in the past.

"..you mean underwear..? Bras..? The type of toiletries you avoid so much as looking at..?"

Corner-eyeing her as she spoke to him, Ty nodded while avoiding direct eye contact with her sheepishly as he brought the clothes he had gathered over to her bed to fold them down to fit neatly into her bag.

Shifting slightly on the spot, following him with her gaze, Erin once more slipped her hands down into the pockets of the hoodie, "..you know we're going to have to talk about this at some point... right..?"

Tyler paused, slowly bringing his eyes up to meet hers. "Y-yeah.. is now really the time for that, though Er?" he asked hesitantly, still folding clothes as he talked, turning his gaze down to the bag on the bed as he shoved a couple of shirts down to the bottom of it. "I just.." Tyler stopped again, sighing softly as he turned his head to look at her once more. "If we have to talk about this, could you at least grab some and.. _{bring them over here...?}"

Biting her lip, Erin's gaze fell from his. Dropping to the floor between them. He didn't want to talk; not about this. At least, he didn't want to talk about this now; but if they didn't, then when..? People had made it clear they had faith in her- blind faith that by some fucking miracle, she was going to get this done, and was going to clear her name. But that was just it. It all came down to if she cleared her name. And if they didn't talk then... there might not actually be a later to do so.

"..forget it..."

Shaking her head lightly, she eventually moved. Giving him her back as she crossed over to her dresser, and after opening the drawer and staring into it for a few moments, she began to pull out undergarments that she was going to need.

Pressing his lips into a fine line, he stared at her back a moment before dropping what he had in his hands and closed the distance between them. Tyler stepped behind her, gingerly placing his hands on her elbows as he leaned over her shoulder to get an angle on her. "Erin, please.. don't do that to me." As he spoke, his hands slipped from her elbows to her waist, wrapping his arms around her midsection as his chin gently rested on her shoulder.

"Talk to me.. please." He looked up at her with a soft gaze, hoping she would indulge him and not keep herself closed off. Maybe the discussion would pull away some of the stress from their current dilemma of her quest, though he still wanted to hurry and get things done so they could get on the road as soon as possible.

"..Tyler, I-..." Closing her eyes, her fingers curled gently around the bra she'd taken hold of. Enjoying the feeling of his calming touch, "..it's just... there might not be a later this time..."

Tyler continued to watch her though her eyes were closed, feeling her loosen up in his embrace a bit brought the slightest smile to his features, though it didn't last long before fading after hearing what she said.

"There is going to be a later. We're gonna see this through, Er.." Tyler held her close to him, gently nuzzling her cheek with his own, his voice growing a little softer. "If you wanna talk about this now, though, then let's talk, beautiful."

She couldn't help it. Her head turning gently into his at the sign of affection he was giving to her, "..what's the point..? I know you don't really want to, Ty..."

"..but you do. And..." Tyler closed his eyes a moment, just holding her as he thought about how he wanted to word it. "You're right. It is something that.. we need to talk about."

She could feel it... clearly. Her heart beating away in her chest. But it wasn't just there... She could feel it in her mind; pounding in her head- for the love of Zeus, she could even feel the steady drum-like beat in her ears, and while she knew it made no fucking sense, she also knew it was possible. It had to be. Opening her eyes slowly, head lifting, she couldn't help but simply watch him a few moments before speaking.

"..I just-... I don't know anymore... I can't even think of where to begin..."

His eyes searched hers a few moments before he averted his gaze, completely unsure of what to say. Ty chewed on his lip thoughtfully.

"..well... alright.. uh..." Another minute of silence passed before he sighed softly, turning his head to bury his face into her neck. He wasn't entirely sure how to start the conversation. Instead, he just held her quietly. His mind suddenly started going over the same what if's that she was worried about, closing his eyes as if trying to close himself off to the thoughts. He wouldn't think that way. Couldn't, even. He had to hold it together.. if not for himself, for her, at the very least.

They weren't going to talk... they never did. It was a conversation they both knew they were going to have to have, but every time- every single time they had the chance, they let it pass them by. And really..? She shouldn't have expected any less. Especially today of all days- now of all times. She wasn't even sure why she'd gone and brought it up in the first place, it was stupid, "..forget it... please, let's just-... let's just get ready to go..."

Tyler’s shoulders dropped slightly before pulling away from her, walking back to the bed to continue folding. ”_Yeah..”

Ty ran a hand up through his hair, too many emotions running through him to truly pinpoint which one was the most prominent in that moment. He picked up a pair of pants and folded them down, shoving them to the bottom of the bag, doing as she asked. Changing the subject..

"Want a second pair of shoes, at all?”

She could feel it... his disappointment. It was as thick in the air as the tension that had hung between the group earlier had been. Lowering her hands back down into the drawer, staring at the contents, Erin brushed over the question completely, "..where do you want this to go..?"

”Just bring it here.. I’ll... I’ll fold it for you. If there’s anything else you can think of to bring, inima mea, might wanna grab it. Should have a decent amount of space left in here by the time I’m done folding all this.”

"..I'm talking about us, Tyler..."

Tyler heart dropped then, blinking a couple times before turning to look at her. "W-what do you mean?" Standing up straight, folding his arms over his chest. "You.. you know how I feel about you, Er. And I know that you know I don't want to force my customs on you.."

His eyes drifted away a moment before returning to hers again, tilting his head. "Is.. is this about me not telling my mom..?

Twisting after another moment; Erin's lips parted ever slightly as she met with his gaze, "..maybe... I-I don't know..."

"Well.. are you ready for marriage, Erin? Hmm?"

"..I don't know, okay..?" Turning back to the drawer, it was a few brief moments of just staring before she began to move. Grabbing out what she thought she was going to need and sliding it shut. Marriage... Marriage- it wasn't like she hadn't thought about it. Of course she had. What fucking girl alive hadn't thought about it..? About their wedding..? It was stupid, yeah. A fantasy that just slipped its way into the mind at random points in a woman's life, but it was something that even she couldn't deny had happened.

Chewing on her lip; she turned. Keeping her head down, clearly avoiding meeting with his eyes as she crossed over to where he was stood. The gentle red warming up her cheeks more than evident as she pulled her bag over to her, shoving her undergarments into it, "..I mean... I don't... not... want to... I-... I have thought about it... yeah..."

Tyler watched her, scratching behind his ear as he watched her just shove her undergarments into her bag without folding them, trying to ignore his slight pet peeve. "Thinking about it and actually being ready are two very different things, Er. I can't tell my mom, okay? We have talked about this before.." Of course on a much smaller scale, but she knew what his customs entailed. Tyler turned, sitting down on the bed beside the bag so that he could look up at her clearly without her avoiding his gaze.

No choice about it, Erin met his gaze. Stopping with what she was doing, "..why..? Why does it have to be marriage or nothing; why can't it just be what it is..?"

"Because that's how we do things, Erin!" As soon as it came out, Tyler's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't meant it to come out as sharply as he'd said it. Swallowing hard, Tyler bent forward and pushed his face into his hands, elbows firmly planted in his knees. He stayed there a few moments before sitting back up, his palms flipped upwards in his lap as his shoulders pulled up in a shrug.

"A-and isn't that the whole point of dating? To eventually get to marriage? ..or is that not what we're doing here?" It was then he turned his eyes to Erin, a tinge of hurt in his voice as he used her own words against her, "..where do you want this to go..?"

She flinched. Eyes shutting and head turning away from him as his harsh response lashed at her, though she knew he hadn't meant it. He never meant to raise her voice towards her. And when it happened, it was a rarity- she could count the number of times it had happened over the last four years on a single hand, and still, the number was lower than the actual amount of time they'd known one another. But... as much as she tried... she couldn't refrain- couldn't hold back her reactions.

She'd tried... it was impossible anymore...

"..you know what I want, Salvavita... I just-... I don't want to die before it happens..."

Tyler stood to his feet as soon as he realized what he'd done, hesitating a moment with his hand on her arm before wrapping her up in a gentle but firm embrace. Mentally, he was kicking himself in the ass.

"_{Erin, I'm..I'm sorry, baby.}" He chewed on his lip firmly, curling into her. "You're not gonna die, Er.. we're not gonna let that happen."

The very second his arms slid around her body; she relented. Her touch first drawing to his sides before her hands slid further around. Fingers curling over the back of his top, almost in desperation, as she clung to him. He had such faith in her- they all did. And it wasn't as though she didn't believe in them; no. It was herself she didn't believe in... how could she, after everything...?

"..I-I love you, Tyler..."

"I love you, inima mea." How could he not..? After everything.

They'd stay in the embrace another minute before Tyler pulled away, insisting that they finish up packing her things, drop by the Hermes cabin to grab his own things, make arrangements with his brother Miles to take care of his reptiles while he was gone, and gather the others up so that they could head out. They had a long week ahead of them. He wanted to get it over with as soon as was possible, for both their sakes.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Ｇｒｅｙｓｏｎ　Ｄａｖｉｅｓ

Ｓｏｎ　ｏｆ　Ｐｏｓｅｉｄｏｎ
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Location: Outside of the Hades Cabin
Interactions: Corvus Helstrom @The Man Emperor
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After leaving his cousin's cabin, he stood outside for several minutes just taking everything in. Letting other things sink in. He sighed heavily, not knowing what he wanted to do in that moment. Of course, as much as he wanted to help Erin there were plenty of other able bodies that were better suited to help her on her quest that would be picked to assist her. There was still a lot of time left before his class at the lake started, figuring he could go for a ride in the spare time until then. It'd been a couple of days since he had taken Storm out and put him through his paces. Of course he'd entrusted Tyler to take care of him when he couldn't, but today was as good a day as any to head down to the stables.

The son of Poseidon hadn't taken but a few steps towards his destination before he was stopped, arms wrapped around him from the side. For a moment he thought it might have been Adeline but a quick glance down proved him wrong. Corvus Helstrom. Son of Khione. He never had an issue with the boy, as they both were rather similar in a sense with the way they pretty much got along with everyone at camp. Greyson just wasn't exactly used to the hugging. The smell of pizza seemed to roll off of the young son of the snow goddess, eyeing his hand on his previously clean white button-up shirt.. now donning a grease stain the shape of Corvus' hand. Grey cleared his throat, attempting to not react to the issue, smiling down at Corvus.

"Corvus. How's it going, mate? Was just' heading over to the stables. What' are yau up to?"

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@LadyRunic We're always accepting, though we aren't accepting any more Hades children, as we have a member already in the works of making a son of Hades. Sorry! If you'd still like to join, you're more than welcome to with any other godly parent, with the exception of The Big Three of course.. as they are all full with two kids each. ^^

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Corvus Helstrom, Son of Khione

Corvus Helstrom, Son of Khione

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Corvus Helstrom

_{"We will always move forward towards freedom."}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Name:

Corvus Helstrom

Nick-Names:

Corvie, Corbs

Gender:

Male

Age:

19

Birthday:

January 6, 2002

Nationality:

Swedish

Place of Origin:

Kiruna, Sweden

Distinguishing Features:

It appears that he has a patch of grey hair due to poliosis.

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Relationship Status:

Single. Ready to mingle.

Sexuality:

Straight.

Partner:

None… yet.

Ex-Partner:

Natasha Fedorov, whom he had never met in real life.

Father:

Astrad Helstrom

Mother:

Leona Lungren-Helstrom (Khione)

Siblings:

He's alone.

Legacy:

Khione

Pets:

Looks like he brought in a little ferret.

Other:

He's 5'7" tall and weighs 60 kilograms.

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Personality:

♦ Eccentric ♦ Dense ♦ Sweet ♦ Sincere ♦ Passive ♦ Timid ♦ Caring ♦

Corvus is a calm and collected individual, even in the direst of situations. This Frenchman is cold and calculating when standing in the back lines of battle, but he is loud and boisterous in privacy. He is known to be a little "playful" with subordinates and equals alike as demonstrated by his laid back attitude when talking with pretty much anyone that isn't really a higher up. Contrary to his cold powers, he is quite warm to talk with, if not a little hard to relate with due to being eccentric as heck. Corvus is also quite "sweet", at least when it comes to friends and family. Plus, he's a little stubborn despite his passive nature, perhaps manifesting in the quiet refusal that he does when told to do something he percieves as pointless. He is pretty intelligent, at least when it comes to academics.

Likes:

✔ Cute, fluffy animals
✔ Pizza
✔ Lasagna
✔ Carbonara
✔ Winter
✔ Hugs
✔ Kisses
✔ Reading

Dislikes:

✘ Insects
✘ Cigarette smoke
✘ Substance abuse
✘ Dirty surroundings
✘ Spicy food
✘ Screaming
✘ Screamo rock

Biography:

Corvus Helstrom was born in the northernmost town in Sweden, Kiruna, as the only child of a disguised Khione and Astrad Helstrom. His father was a soldier, and he would often be absent due to being assigned in the sand strewn battle fields of the Middle East as a UN Peacekeeper.. However, an injury forced Astrad to retire from the military; he would then pursue online business, while also allowed him far more time with his son. Thus, Corvus would be raised in a rather, say, unique way; he was raised to be goal oriented and to have a will of metal; determination and perseverance are some of the things that would define him as he grew up. He would thus be seen with favour by most of the local people of Kiruna. Intelligent, courteous, straight A's: the perfect child in the eyes of many. He had great pride with himself, and rightly so, for he is bound to be of the honor roll of the local high school. It was in his elementary days that he developed his eccentric properties; he sometimes used a cane even though he was not an old man, and always wore black and grey. He was weird, sure, but that didn't stop the girls (and some guys, no doubt) from crushing over him.

Days would pass, and then they turned to months and then years. One day, while contemplating about the future, he found himself lowering the temperature of his surroundings; frost and snow had formed on the ground all around him. It was a strange time, too; it wasn't even the winter months yet. There was only one possible outcome, then: he now has the power of the winter; an inheritance from Khione. Between risking being dissected by the government and hiding somewhere, Corvus would be brought by Khione to Camp Half Blood, where he'd stay for most of the time. He does online schooling to continue his studies; otherwise, he's just here.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑔𝑜𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Cabin:

Khione Cabin

Responsibilities:

Cleaning. And he is very good at it.

Status:

He's been here for a year.

Abilities:

Psychic Cryokinesis - Corvus is able to form objects out of an anomalous form of ice, whose strength varies from being as brittle as normal ice to being as durable as rock. This ability manifests primarily as cold mist that exudes from his hands, which coalesce into whatever he wishes to create. It appears that he can only create up to 50 kilograms worth at any given time, and has to 'take in' any excess ice by turning it back into mist before absorbing it. The mists could be projected as a spray, freezing hostile entities after sufficient exposure.

Cryogenic Atmokinesis - Corvus' surroundings in a radius of ten feet become colder at will, with whatever current temperature there is dropping by 10 degree Celsius.

Cryophoenix Transformation - He is able to turn into a raven sized ice phoenix at will, though he has to rest at least 20 minutes in between transformations, and could only maintain this form for up to three hours. His Cryophoenix form has sharp talons and could exhale cold air. It has a flight speed of 70 km/h, 140 if diving.

Weapon/s:

None; he makes his own.

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_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

— ۵ ۞ ۵ —

Weaknesses:

He has a crippling fear of spiders.

Other:

?.

Theme Song:

The Cryophoenix

@The Man Emperor

I think it's safe to say he is accepted. I really like the look of him! Can't wait to see what comes of him in the IC ^^ <3 Pop him on over into the character tab, sweetheart!

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

@Rockette If you'd like their CS's for reference, it can be found here. I know you had checked my character CS's the last time I had asked for your assistance creating the headers for them. Just thought I'd link them so you wouldn't have to go searching for it.

I don't have any specific ideas for any of these. Gave the color codes and a little about the characters to kind of give you a feel for them... more than excited to see whatever you might do with them. TYSM Rockette<3

Submissions

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Bronwyn Rae Knowles" ; "Daughter of Athena"
misc. // Color code is #B6876B. Very driven in training and learning anything and everything she can.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0 ; 8.0 ; 9.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Brandon Murphy" ; "Son of Ares"
misc. // Color code is #000000. He's a straight up Tony Stark (Pre-Pepper lol). Total playboy, major flirt and ladies man who has likes to cause and get into fights.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0 ; 8.0 ; 9.0 ; 10.0 ; 11.0 ; 12.0 ; 13.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Tyler Rumancek" ; "Son of Hermes"
misc. // Color code is #F6B45B. Huge mamas boy who despises his dad. He is of Romanian decent.. owns a few snakes.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; Still Picture
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Hayden Morgan" ; "Son of Hephaestus"
misc. // Color code is #FB9342. Older brother to two younger sisters, Hayden definitely acts as the authoritarian in "household". He has a very stoic demeaner most times but can be real goofy at times, too.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0 ; 7.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Miles Morrison" ; "Son of Hermes"
misc. // Color code is #FDFD96. Miles does not have a posted CS yet, as he is a character in the works.. he will more than likely take Siena's place in the list of characters on the CHAR page of that roleplay. He's a fun-loving kid that loves photography and drawing.

request type. // character header
stock and images. // 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 ; 6.0
size. // defaulted.
text. // "Sawyer Lockwood" ; "Satyr, Protector / Seeker"
misc. // Color code is #3B7C00.. if there is any way to somehow have his FC with satyr horns on his head.... that would be SICK, but if it can't be done, no worries! I'm already asking way too much.

_{As always, thank you. <3 >//< Your work is always amazing.}

&&𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑.

@Rockette I actually have changed up my characters quite a bit, and.. have more than two >///< Uhm, do you think I could rework my submission a bit? I apologize if you've already begun working on her TT_TT

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Ｔｙｌｅｒ　Ｒｕｍａｎｃｅｋ

Ｓｏｎ　ｏｆ　Ｈｅｒｍｅｓ
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Location: Hades Cabin
Interactions: Grey, Salem (Erin's cat)
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Everything happened so fast. Suddenly, and without warning, Erin thrust the cup of tea back into Tyler's hands. Luckily enough for him, he'd had his eyes on her when she sat forward and did so. Catch it before she let go, he quickly stood to his feet and moved out of her way, watching her go.

^{"...I just-... I think I need a moment... I'm sorry..."}

Tyler started off after Erin as she went up the stairs two at a time, a familiar voice catching his ears and forcing him to stop in his tracks.

^{"You shouldn't go after her, none of you... Have trust in Erin that she'll do the right thing,"}

Jaw clenching, Tyler pivoted and turned to walk into the kitchen. Elias was right. As much as he hated to admit it and wanted to go console her, she clearly needed space, not to be smothered even more. With a heavy sigh, he poured her tea out into the sink and took up the sponge, dispensing a bit of soup to it before washing the mug out. Rinsing it off, he hung the thing on the drying rack on the counter before picking up his own mug to finish off his, now, cold tea. Once he downed the last of what remained in his cup, he stepped over to the stove where the pot still sat and poured himself a fresh, hot cup of tea.

Setting the pot back to the burner, Tyler turned and pulled out a chair to sit in, dropping down into the seat and set the mug down on the table. Tyler clasped his hands behind his head as he dropped his head down, groaning to himself. It wasn't long before he found hear footsteps approaching him, lifting his head to find Greyson bringing the chair back into the kitchen. The two shared a long, black stare for a moment before Greyson finally spoke up as he slid the chair back into it's place.

"Listen, mate. I'm going to head back to my cabin and giv' her som' spaiss. I know yau've got' it from her'. Just' be patient' with her, yeah?" Greyson clapped his hands over Tyler's shoulders and gave them a firm squeeze before walking out of the cabin, Tyler watching him disappear out of sight. Tyler spent a bit longer sitting at the table before the thought occurred to him, suddenly wondering who else was in the cabin waiting for her to come back down. With that thought in mind, Tyler pushed his way up from the table and stepped into the living area where the couch was located. With no one in sight, Tyler's gaze turned to stare up at where her bedroom was located. Where she was located.

Chewing on his lower lip a moment, Elias' words playing back in his head, he quickly shook them away. Time had gone by, everyone had gone. He was free to at least go up and check in on her, he didn't have to pry at her. Just to see if she maybe needed him. Sighing softly, Tyler took the stairs two at a time. Once at the top, he noticed her door had been left open, stepping up to peek his head in.

"Erin, are you alright?"

His eyes quickly scanned the room and realized she wasn't even in there, his brow narrowing. 'Where in Tartarus did she go?' he thought to himself. He stood there a moment, eyes scanning the room again as if he didn't believe it that she'd just up and disappeared on them. Why not, though? Hell, if Tyler had the ability to Shadow Travel, he'd port his way out of situations, too. He couldn't blame her. Frowning slightly, Tyler gently shut Erin's bedroom door and turned back to the stairs, slowly taking them one at a time till he reached the floor level. Ty reached an arm over his head and into the back of his shirt, itching a spot that itched on his back as he wandered back into the kitchen. The boy froze in his tracks at the sight before him, reaching his hand up to rub forcefully across his face, clearly annoyed. The black cat was on top of the table lapping at the warm liquid within Tyler's mug.

"Salem, dammit," said with a slightly irritated tone, glaring at the cat.

Browr.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier I know I don't really have to do this, cause you've been sitting with me through her creation every step of the way x) But... here she is <3

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Siena Amara De Luca, Daughter of Deimos

_{"You're strong, so own it. Love, me."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Siena Amara De Luca See, CiCi, Luca A G E March 12th, 17-years-old G E N D E R Female S E X U A L I T Y Demisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Marlton, New Jersey, U.S. N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Greek / Italian-Romanian Descent ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'4" Weight: 113lbs Hair: Dark Brown, near Black; Wavy, cropped at shoulders Eyes: Normal; Golden Brown Powers; Worst Fear, Shadow Travel Body Type: Ectomorph Body Marks: Facial scar (all healed up), Left forearm tattoo, Multiple ear piercings ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single..? F A M I L Y ♥ (Godly)Father - Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. ♥ Mother - Giovana De Luca ♥ (Step)Father - Stefan De Luca ♥ Brother - Roman De Luca ♥ 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." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming ✔ Comics ✔ Music ✔ Playing piano ✔ Nature walks ✔ Reading (Fantasy Fiction) ✔ Homemade meals ✔ Gaming (PC, Console, Handheld) ✔ Quiet company ✔ Stargazing ✔ Bonfires ✔ Cold nights, cuddling in bed ✔ Binging movies/shows ✔ Sewing ✔ Helping people ✔ Singing ✔ Self-depricating humor ✔ Photography D I S L I K E S ✘ Being interrupted or ignored ✘ Most of today's music ✘ Shopping ✘ Getting complimented ✘ Birds ✘ Long nails ✘ Stormy weather ✘ Even numbers ✘ Letting people down ✘ Extreme negativity ✘ Seeing people sad ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventerous ♥ Curious ♥ Good-natured ♥ Playful ♥ Tomboy ♥ Emotional ♥ Assertive ♥ Naive ♥ Easily Discouraged Will flesh out better later, as well! ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will be writing up soon when I get the inspiration. First, relations, tonight! ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O 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 ♥ Siena gets attached to people very fast. W E A K N E S S ♥ Lactose intolerant. ♥ Has slight pollen allergies. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ♥ 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. ♥ 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. ♥ 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. ♥ 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. ♥ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): She can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible. ♥ Vitakinesis (limited): She can heal minor injuries to herself or others by using darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R 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 Scars to Your Beautiful Face Claim: Christina Grimmie (R.I.P. <3) | #77DD77