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8 mos ago
for once i hoped that the crazies were right about the world was ending today. i don't want to pay rent tomorrow.
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anything that inconveniences me is now homophobic
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6 yrs ago
When you want to join RPs but you know you don't have the time and energy to do it so you just make characters for that RP and imagine being in that world just for a little while
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6 yrs ago
I suck dick in the name of God then.
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Big House | Camp-Halfblood
@Vicier@King Kindred@Zenritch


"Erin." Kyrin called out, watching her rush out of the Big House and past him. His heart dropped, watching the expression Erin wore. He couldn't begin to imagine what she must be feeling right now. Knowing that Zeus had put her on trial, to know that if she couldn't get that stupid bird back, she would be given to Ares. Then the Oracle. He'd heard rumors of how prophecies were given to demigods. He'd read books on past demigods' accounts, and the picture the words drew on his mind was not something Kyrin would ever want to experience.

Then just out of the shadows, Dorian and Spencer both appeared before Erin. While he was relieved to see so many people rush to her side, he was worried that their questions would only drive the girl into a breakdown. Even then, he was with them. She wasn't alone. He was relieved.

"You have us." He walked up to Erin, carefully touching her shoulder. He knew how wary she could be during stressful situations. He understood her pain, and he understood how badly he needed to be there for her. How bad they all needed to be there for her. "Do you want to go back to the cabin?" Getting her far away from the Big House was the best idea for now. Until she calmed down enough to tell them about the prophecy. Figure out what it meant and go from there. If more people showed up looking for her they might just stress her even further.

Kyrin wasn't going to let Erin feel alone. Not again. She had them now. They were all willing to go through hell for her; he was sure of it. He may not the two Thanatos sons, but if Erin trusted them, then he did too.



Stands | Camp Half-Blood


Valeria glanced over to Carlos when the guy landed next to her. They both exchanged looks when Mr. D announced that Ares had accused Erin Chase of stealing Aphrodite's Dove. Anyone with two brain cells would know that Erin, of all people, would do no such thing. Apparently, Valeria had more brain cells than the God of War. There was no proof. Absolutely no evidence that Erin had done what she was being accused of.

"Bullshit. That's right. Accusing someone with no proof, and then if she doesn't find some Dove, she'll be punished for it? There's no investigation, no warning. 'Innocent until proven guilty.' I thought we had moved on past that after the whole thing with Percy." Valeria scoffed. "Is Zeus stupid, or just lazy?"

"Woah, Vale, don't say that." Next to her, Carlos shook his head. "I'm sure that this is just a misunderstanding. Even if Erin does have to complete the quest, she has, like, the camp to help her." He understood where Valeria's frustration was coming from. There were times that Carlos thought that the only reason demigods existed was because the Gods and Goddesses were bored. But going as far as to insult them wasn't something that even he wouldn't do.

"What? Is he going to come down and strike me? Appear in front of me and tell me off? That dude can't even keep track of his on shit." Valeria rolled her eyes. Her whole reaction to the new announcement took Carlos and other campers that knew her by surprise. The girl was known for being an airhead that always asked all sorts of weird questions. It wasn't uncommon for the daughter of Hecate to voice her opinions freely and unwanted, but this, this was different.

"Stupid." She muttered to herself and turned on her heels to walk away from the tower and the onlookers. If they kept going like this, things would never change. Olympus would continue to see them as puppets or some playthings. She had so many questions bouncing around in her skull. Who had actually stolen that stupid dove? Why would Ares even blame Erin? Did they really have nothing else to do up in Olympus? Why were they even cause this? Whoever the real thief was must have a really big grudge against Erin or her father.

Valeria groaned softly. All of her questions would probably go unanswered for the rest of her life. It bothered her. All of these questions and the lack of answers. The curiosity ate at her from the inside. Valeria could feel it deep in her as it spread over her body like some sort of disease. She walked up to the lake bank and kicked one of the rocks into the water, watching it as it sank to the bottom. She hadn't even notice Talon just a few yards away as she sat crouched down to pick up a few more rocks to throw at the lake.

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The call had been too late for Jun-Seo. The university was riddled with them. He could see staff members and students alike tear each other apart with their bare hands and their teeth sunk into the flesh of their friends. Jun-Seo, along with others, were slowly making their way through the campus as chaos erupted around them. A colleague of his, Professor Smith, needed to head home to her family and make sure they were okay. Two students in his class lived together in the dorm just five minutes from them. Luckily for them, Jun-seo's old Toyota was the closest to them.

The group learned quickly that these people or zombies, as one of the students yelled out, were what the media had been going on about for hours now. It was spreading- fast. The group managed to all squeeze into the small Toyota. Other staff members and students alike had the same idea as they ran towards their car inside the parking structure.

Everything was happening so fast. Jun-Seo had simply accepted the fact that zombies were real when he saw one of his students bite into the face of another. The class had just started, and the student, her name had been Ana, walked in late. Blood dripped from her neck and chest. Her friend, a student named Mike, rushed to her side just to be pinned down to the floor and have his face bit off by the woman she was trying to save. After that, well, all hell broke. Outside his class, people were already screaming and running down the halls.

"The assignment will be due by tomorrow night on Canvas before midnight. Now, today we are covering social cognition. We all process, store, and apply information differently." It was a subject he was very familiar with. Jun-Seo had turned to his laptop to open up the slide he had prepared the night before. It had been like any other day. He had gotten five hours of dreamless sleep and woken up to the sound of his neighbors arguing again. Everything had come crashing down far too quickly for him to progress things.


Now, as Jun-Seo maneuvered through the parking lot, trying to avoid the bodies of students and staff members running away to their cars or away from the blood-covered zombies, his face hadn't changed. The initial shock of the whole situation was gone. When one of the infected ran in front of his car, breaking the front window and rolling from the hood of the car as it left a trail of blood, Jun-Seo was not phased. In fact, he was more annoyed than anything else. He could tell Smith was unnerved by his lack of emotional response, but the man was used to others' reactions.

Behind him, the two girls began to cry, and on his right, Professor Smith was trying to get in contact with her family. But Jun-Seo just sat there, his brain unable to react to the situation. He didn't know how to respond to it. Was he supposed to cry? Be angry? Shocked?

Jun-Seo couldn't feel. Not yet. He dropped off the Professor and the two students thirty minutes after all hell had broken loose on the campus.

Now alone, Jun-Seo stared at his hands that gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles had turned white from the force he held the wheel. His chest felt heavy. He couldn't breathe. His head kept pounding, and his vision was going blurry. Jun-Seo continued to sit there, staring at his hands through the attack.

It must have been minutes, but it had felt like hours for the man.

The church. Right.

Jun-Seo started up his car again and began to drive towards the church. He could still feel the weight on his chest. It didn't matter. He had to go. Get to the church. Call his family back in Los Angeles and make sure they were okay. Anything was better than sitting in his car, staring at his hands. Fifth Street and Durum. That was his destination.

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Stands to Big House | Camp-Halfblood

Kyrin's attention had been on Elias below the stands to notice behind him Mr.D and Chiron standing up to get ready to address them. It wasn't until the booming voice of the God. He practically flinched and snapped his head back to look at the bearded God. His face paled as the words poured out of the godly figure. Kyrin rolled his eyes; of course she had lost a stupid dove. Wasn't that thing her responsibility? Idiotic. And to blame one of them of all things! To bring Ares in and make things worse by his incompetency. Kyrin didn't want to be involved in this stupid mess. The last thing he wanted to do was to help a Goddess, his mother, that had not once helped him in any significant way.

β€œ..Erin Chase; daughter of Hades...”

No. Fucking. Way. Kyrin didn't hesitate to move, or shove, past the other campers as he made his way across the stands and out of the pavilion towards the Big House. There was no time to argue with Dionysus; the man was only but a messenger for the selfish and incapable Gods that sit on their asses all day in Olympus.

Kyrin could feel his blood boil as he came up to the Big House. "Erin?!" He called out, hoping the daughter of Hades was inside or nearby the building. Micheal had been right. This was bullshit. How could some omnipotent Gods and Goddess lose a fucking dove and then go on and blame Erin? Anyone with some common sense would know Erin never left camp. Kyrin knew she hadn't done it; he trusted her.

"Please, where are you?" Kyrin pulled out his phone to send her a text asking where she was. He wasn't sure if she was still up in the attic, and if so, he didn't want to really interrupt her. He had to wait. Wait until she was out, let her know she was okay and that she had him. He'd go against Aphrodite and Ares's beliefs to prove that Erin was guilty. He cared more about her than he cared for the Gods and Goddesses in Olympus.


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Tower | Camp-Halfblood

It was over before Carlos coud turn around to head for the top of the tower. He saw Pierre reach up for the golden ring and snatch it for himself. His luck may have helped him get to the top of the platform, but it didn't help his easily distracted brain stay on the price.

"I- you know what, I'm happy for you, Pierre! Won fair and square, my dude." He walked over to the new winner of the obstacle tower to congratulate him. He was interrupted by the booming voice of MrD from his seat below the structure. He walked closer to the edge, enough to look down at the God of Wine. When he finally finished talking, almost everyone in the camp was thinking the same thing. How? Did Ares really blame a girl that practically never leaves camp?

"It is bullshit!" Carlos agreed with the son of Athena. He knew he couldn't be upset with Mr.D; he could tell that the God wasn't in agreeance with the words he had just spoken to them, but they couldn't defy the words that came from Olympus. Zeus must have agreed to put Erin on trial because it was Aphrodite.

After the camp descended into worried whispers around the tower, Carlos began to climb down. He landed next to Valeria, who was still looking at Talon and Elias. All of this commotion wasn't good for him.
it's not a gif, but it describes everything perfectly.

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First Row, Stands | Camp-Halfblood


The tower looked so... small. There had been times when the son of Aphrodite had entertained the idea of climbing that same tower. To swing from one pole to the next, to feel the muscles on his arms flex as he pulled himself up the swinging ladders, to feel the adrenaline run through his veins as he saw the ring atop the tower shining right above him. That is what he did. Entertain the idea and never go through it. Others from his cabin, his siblings, had tempted to scale the tower before, but none had snatched the golden ring for themselves yet, and the idea that Kyrin might just tempt that made him laugh.

Kyrin wasn't the type of person to actively look for competition. He didn't care. He didn't care if someone was better than him or that they had surpassed him. Kyrin wanted to do his own thing alone. If he didn't care, he didn't have to worry about it one bit. Then again, there were very few things that Kyrin cared for. The less he had to worry about, the less trouble he had to go through.

Now, sitting on the stands watching people compete against one another to prove themselves better than the rest, that idea continued to claw at the back of his head. He tore his eyes away from the tower and to the people on the ground. A voice caught his attention, the boy with the blond hair. Kyrin had to roll his eyes when he looked at Elias. That stupid smile he always wore had become somewhat comforting to him in the past months.

Above him, he heard the familiar voice of his sister. He turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of her sitting on Katherine's lap. His heart still tugged with guilt when he saw her. He had tried so hard to talk to her, but Imani had finally convinced him to give Kat some time to move on and get past her "fuck you" phase with him. Kyrin just wanted to explain, explain to her that none of it had been her fault. He just wanted his best friend back.

Kyrin averted his gaze from that group before Katherine spotted him looking their way. Right, back to the tower. He looked just in time to see two bodies his the mats below. He squinted his eyes to see if he could get a better look at the due that had fallen. When he realized who it had been, they immediately snapped to Elias. He watched the son of Are make his way through the crowd and to his brother and sister.

"Idiot is going to get hurt." Kyrin said in his usual monotone voice. He didn't care. If he didn't care, why the hell was he getting up to take a better look?


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Stands | Camp-Halfblood

Valeria was never one for competitions. She was somewhat of a sore loser and she would rather not participate in anything where she knew she would end up loosing or coming close to it. Besides, she enjoyed watching other compete. Be it football, tennis, or the obstacle tower in front of her. Every year, since she had first arrived her, Valeria never missed the occasion to watch her fello campers kick, punch, or throw each other from the tower for that magical ring. A ring she loved to mask as a donut at time.

Unfortunately, today was not the time. There had been quite a lot of campers that had fallen from the tower and suffered a few injuries. Not that she, or her other healers at camp, couldn't fix with a simple spell or a potion.

She watched as a few of her friends tried to out best the other. Ky'vie was her favorite, of course. Valeria was even wearing a "Team Ky'vie" shirt with the girl's face on it framed by the golden ring. It had been a little surprise for the Australian. Valeria had managed to sell two dozen of the shirts to other campers and even got Kyrin to wear one!

Valeria was so lost in thought that she didn't notice the stunt Octavia, her favorite prank victim, had pulled. It wasn't until other healers hurried to the crowd that was forming at the bottom of the tower. She picked up her spellbook and tapped her useless wand on her right hip before bolting to the group. Elias was there with the rest of his siblings, with Talon locked in place.

"What is going on?" Valeria looked over to Octavia and noticed the blood on her. She frowned, watching the scene unfold with no to as to what the hell was happening.


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Tower | Camp-Halfblood


"Honestly, I'd be worried if he didn't." Carlos muttered to himself after Octavia's comment as he continued to climb. Luck was smiling down on him as he had no problems going up the rest of the tower. That was until he heard the familiar voice of Talon let out what felt like a roar. Carlos was pretty sure that he was the one on the other side of the tower.

"Oh, fuck!" He merely managed to dodge one of the rungs as it was pushed towards his face. Another, the one where his right arm rested comfortably, was pulled from him. He barely managed to grab another and steady himself just as he saw Talon climbing up from one of the peepholes in the tower.

"Ay dioses mios, ayuden a este niΓ±o." Carlos breathed out as he pulled himself to the platform, joining the two daughters of Athena, Ky'vie, and Octavia. He took a second to catch his breath before looking at the others with a playful smile.

"Girls day?" His smile disappeared when he saw Octavia jump from the platform down to her brother. "Oh! Holy shit!" Carlos didn't know it had been that bad! He knew how bad the children of Are could get, but he had never seen it that bad. Elias had snapped a few times around him, but even then, the guy knew how to control his bursts of anger. Back then, it may have been a slight turn on for him. Elias didn't know that.

He glanced back at the girls, then back to Octavia and Talon, now on the mats. "Well, I'd say our chances just got better?" Carlos smiled down at the son of Helios, Sam, and waved over to the guy. "You got this Sam, you too Brandon! Let's show these girls they aren't winning this one!"
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Tower | Camp-Halfblood
Interacting with everyone around the tower
(want to knock him off? send me a pm, i'm open to it!)


Every year Carlos decided to participate in the obstacle tower, and every year, Ky'vie had managed to snatch it out from his fingers. He wasn't bothered, of course, the son of Tyche didn't compete in these camp activities for the winning price. He didn't care for the glory that came from taking that golden ring in his hands; no, Carlos wanted something better. Something even more precious. The thrill. He loved the feeling of his heart pounding against his chest, and his muscles flexing under his shirt as he swung from pole to pole, never missing as if his mother was guiding him. He loved the thrill of knowing any second he could get hurt, that he could just slip and fall all the way down. The adrenaline pumping through his body, making everything so much sharper and clear made everything worth it. Carlos loved it all.

The first half of the tower was always easy. A ladder swung past Carlos just as he extended his arm forward. He grinned up at the structure seeing the familiar face of Brandon and his younger brother Talon make their way up. He pulled himself up to the next level, the bars. Now, this was the most exciting part of him. Carlos would always rush this part, see if he could outrun his luck or not, and today was no different. He reached up to the very first rod he saw and pulled himself up just as he reached for another. Further past him, another camper was carefully making her way up until somebody on the other side pulled the rod from under her. Her grip hadn't been firm enough on her other hand, and she fell down- just missing Carlos by a hair.

"Better luck next time, Bell!" Carlos laughed, "get it? Luck?" He grinned when the girl got up from the mat and glared up at him. He shot the girl a wink before continuing his journey up the moving bars and rotating beams. He pulled himself up and reaching over to bars just as they were pushed far enough for him to use them and climb up. Once or twice he was almost hit by one of the rotating mechanisms used to knock out the campers, but every, time Oscar would move just in time for them to miss him.

It was too easy! Just as Carlos thought he couldn't outrun his luck, the bar he was using to push himself up gave up behind him. He let out a laugh as his arms and stomach tensed up from having to support all of his weight. Now, this was it! With some difficulty, Carlos pulled himself up just as one of the padded beams brushed his feet. He let out a laugh, watching some of his friends just below him.

"Brandon, even during a competition you'll just keep flirting, won't you?" He shouted down at his friend, a smirk dancing on his features. His short break didn't last long as a beam in front of his shoulder was pushed towards him. His laughter got louder as his grip loosened and began to fall. Carlos reached up just in time to catch himself on another bar that had just been pushed out. Even in a split second, his luck kept up with him.
okay, the last guy from me.

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sure! go ahead and use it!
here is the second cs! let me know if it's all cool.

also, would love to discuss potential relationships or first impressions for both of my characters. so if anyone has any ideas feel free dm me!

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