Roran Hawkins

PJO: New Generation

Liz Burton

Apparently everyone was a nutcase in this place. Looking around as conversation continued she did notice that there were some ... strange things around. There was a friggin' lava wall. Her best friend who disappeared into the woods still had goat legs, the architecture of the buildings was outrageous, and there was the case of this Argus-dude. He had more eyes than this day had surprises. Which was saying something.

The guy, what was his name again, did some kind of a trick and it was cool Liz guessed, but it only made her even more convinced that this shit was weird. She felt like the main character in a book she'd once read who looked into a mirror and found herself surrounded by fucking talking centaurs. Weird shit. Or like fucking Narnia. That one cute little guy had had goat legs too, and she promptly remembered their name. Satyrs. Her best friend had been a satyr. Damn.

As their improvised camp guide continued they passed the Big House with Mr. D. again, and at this point Liz couldn't help but giggle, untill she realised she'd understood the man. That was creepy. As if someone put her under a spell that made her understand foreign languages she had understood what the man had blurted out in what sounded like gibberish. The idea that all of this was an illusion became weaker and weaker and she was exhausted. As the tour continued passing by the Gods' houses she frowned at Hermes' cabin. That place looked too inviting. It looked welcoming. She didn't like that. If everything was going to be all magic-ey she had expected to sleep in a cave with a creepy green campfire or something. This seemed far too normal. Safe for the ancient weapons everywhere, but she didn't mind those. Her friend Jason'd had some cool swords hanging on the walls in his gaming room too. Liz suspected these were not for show however.

Then the guy mentioned food. Food. food. Food. It echoed through her head. In an instant he had her full attention and she was standing next to him. The day-long drive meant they'd survived on mentos and a single microwave burrito. Not quite enough for Liz Burton.

"So what do you guys serve here? Severed cyclope heads? Giant flying cow haunches?" She asked semi-sarcastically, too eager for the food and too tired to really put sting in her words.

PJO: New Generation

Liz Burton

"So your name is actually Mr. D?" She said. "That's not creepy at all." Liz said to the God seated in front of her. In return she received an angry glare and a hard elbow to her side from Simon, her best friend and satyr as she so recently discovered. She still couldn't quite get used to seeing goat legs where there used to be a pair of muscular calves from her friend who was in a swimming team. She rolled her eyes in bored frustration, or so she'd like to believe herself, and waited for Mr. D to finish his sentence. "Introduce her to the camp." The God said with an angry tone and before Liz could say anything witty in return Simon had led her outside the room.

"Don't be stupid Liz. I'm serious. You shouldn't joke around with that guy." He said with a stern look that she wasn't used to from him. Stern looks were something her grandfather did when she asked him about her father. Simon wasn't supposed to do that. "Anyhow, I'll leave it to the other kids to introduce you here. I have to report to other people too in the forest." Simon said as he led Liz outside. "Be a good girl alright?"

"Ain't I always?" She sighed more out of habit than anything else and waved him off. She watched him hop over the path with his goatlegs and allowed the exhaustion of the past few days settle in, or trickle past. She didn't know exactly. After ... that had happened while camping at the lake it'd been a wild two-days ride for Long Island, New York. Simon had begun acting very strange as soon as the thing at the lake happened. The burly teenager had abruptly grown a sense of responsability she wasn't quite used from him. She eyed the weird-looking wound on her leg where the thing had grabbed her. It creeped her out. Suddenly she was quite anxious to meet these new people, if only to stop thinking about what happened.

She walked up to a group of campgoers who seemed to be as clueless as herself, hoping there would be a tour of some kind. When she approached she heard them discussing 'Godly parents'. This shit again? That Mr. D guy was blabbering about that as well, and even these people bought this ... Well, it probably was true. Simon's legs were a clear indicator that something was not normal here. But Greek Gods? That was some next level shit.

"Uh ... Hello. Are you guys new too?" She asked.

PJO: New Generation

"Here comes dat boi."

Basic Information

Name: Elisabeth Burton
Nickname: Liz/Lizzie/Liss/Lissa/...
Gender: Female
Age and date of birth: 16 years old, born on the 1st of April in 1999.
Age Appearance: 16
Sexuality: I don't even know man, what the fuck

Grandparents: Rick Burton
Godly Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent(s): Ellen Burton
Siblings: None

Heigth and build: 1.70m/5'6
Weight:56kg/123lb
Favorite weather and season: Spring. She loves weather with a lot of wind because it makes her hair go all cool like in the Titanic.



Appearance:
Elisabeth is a 16-year old girl with a slender build who is rather tall for her age. She is thin and has not developped much of a woman's body yet and has long legs that make her look rather clumsy rather than attractive. She has shoulder length brown hair framing a heart-shaped face with a mischievous expression taped onto it. Brownish-green eyes and a snubnose complete the picture of a young teenage girl.

Detailed Information

Personality:
Elisabeth is a geek. She can have a conversation with someone by only citing movie quotes and dank memes which speaks a lot about her personality. In all seriousness she is an outspoken and kind individual. She is rather quick to judge however and stubborn as a mule when things don't go her way. Because her way is best. Always. Not an exceptionally smart person Liz' is above all very logical and has a good amount of common sense. Just don't call her Elisabeth and you'll get along.



History:
Liz was born to Helen Burton and an unknown father on the first of April 1999. Ellen always called Lizzie the lamest joke she ever made. She never had much contact with the rest of her family as she grew up alone with her mother, occasionally visiting her grandfather Rick. Her mother was above all a person of humour. She worked as an internet security tester meaning she could spend a lot of time at home, which she did. Liz grew up seeing her mother more like an older sister who could be annoying as fuck sometimes, but who she could play with when she was done with school. She never really played with dolls and instead played with her mother's DnD miniatures and became infuriatingly good at Catan by the age of 8. Given her mother's occupation before long the internet too held little secrets for her.

Despite being home much with her mother Lizzie loved going outside. She loathed her mother's laziness and grew up to spend a lot of time with friends, much to Ellen's dismay. Around a time when things were rough between the two of them because of it Ellen Burton died in a car accident on the 9th of September 2012. Crushed by her mother's death she was taken in by her grandfather Rick, spending a lot more time at home with the games she inherited from her mother. She became more and more interested in her mother and especially her father, but all her grandfather would say is that they left eachother because her mom was too lazy to go out much, and that her father liked travelling far too much. When pressed for answers he grew angry at her for reasons she never really understood.

After a couple of months her outgoing nature overcame her self-imposed gaming confinement and she went outside again with her friends. Bored of sitting at home with her old and uncooperative grandfather she stayed away more and longer and went camping and went on road-trips and all the things. Essentially she became a rebellious teenager and spent a lot of time with the boys rather than the girls, mostly because they much like herself were enthusiastic about games. She learned a lot of outdooring in those years and about social life as well. After a row with her grandfather she went on another camping trip with friends. On this trip something really weird and inexplicable happened, which shook Liz' beliefs of how the world worked on their very foundations. Her best friend, who didn't appear to be just an ordinary teenage guy rom her class, hurried her along in his car on a long roadtrip from Canada to Camp Halfblood.

Theme Song

Combat Imformation

Weapons/Items

Weapons/Items

Name of Weapon or Item: Knife

Description: It's a utility knife from camping. It's seen some use, but she maintains it pretty well.

Appearance: A KNIFE DAMNIT.



Name of Weapon or Item: Nothing yet I guess

Description:

Appearance:

Skills:
- Orientation:
Liz is good with maps and not getting lost.
- Survivalist:
She can build a campfire, a shelter, catch fish, ... Most basic things.
- Gaming:
Both boardgames and online games, Liz will make you go full capslock.

Abilities:
- Fit:
Liz has a decent physical condition
- Logical:
Liz has a very methodical way of thinking and a good dose of common sense.



Powers:
Supernatural orientation:
Liz' power is to know where she is. She always knows where she is. When she focusses she can find her way to any location she's seen on a map or been before. This manifests itself as a thin grey line leading her to her destination.

Pet(s): N/A
Appearance:
Name:
Species:
Age:
Abilties:

Other:

PJO: New Generation

I've only been invited by every member of the GM team and Fieryfly for this. And invited is more like drafted into making a CS.

"Here comes dat boi."

Basic Information

Name: Elisabeth Burton
Nickname: Liz/Lizzie/Liss/Lissa/...
Gender: Female
Age and date of birth: 16 years old, born on the 1st of April in 1999.
Age Appearance: 16
Sexuality: I don't even know man, what the fuck

Grandparents: Rick Burton
Godly Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent(s): Ellen Burton
Siblings: None

Heigth and build: 1.70m/5'6
Weight:56kg/123lb
Favorite weather and season: Spring. She loves weather with a lot of wind because it makes her hair go all cool like in the Titanic.



Appearance:
Elisabeth is a 16-year old girl with a slender build who is rather tall for her age. She is thin and has not developped much of a woman's body yet and has long legs that make her look rather clumsy rather than attractive. She has shoulder length brown hair framing a heart-shaped face with a mischievous expression taped onto it. Brownish-green eyes and a snubnose complete the picture of a young teenage girl.

Detailed Information

Personality:
Elisabeth is a geek. She can have a conversation with someone by only citing movie quotes and dank memes which speaks a lot about her personality. In all seriousness she is an outspoken and kind individual. She is rather quick to judge however and stubborn as a mule when things don't go her way. Because her way is best. Always. Not an exceptionally smart person Liz' is above all very logical and has a good amount of common sense. Just don't call her Elisabeth and you'll get along.



History:
Liz was born to Helen Burton and an unknown father on the first of April 1999. Ellen always called Lizzie the lamest joke she ever made. She never had much contact with the rest of her family as she grew up alone with her mother, occasionally visiting her grandfather Rick. Her mother was above all a person of humour. She worked as an internet security tester meaning she could spend a lot of time at home, which she did. Liz grew up seeing her mother more like an older sister who could be annoying as fuck sometimes, but who she could play with when she was done with school. She never really played with dolls and instead played with her mother's DnD miniatures and became infuriatingly good at Catan by the age of 8. Given her mother's occupation before long the internet too held little secrets for her.

Despite being home much with her mother Lizzie loved going outside. She loathed her mother's laziness and grew up to spend a lot of time with friends, much to Ellen's dismay. Around a time when things were rough between the two of them because of it Ellen Burton died in a car accident on the 9th of September 2012. Crushed by her mother's death she was taken in by her grandfather Rick, spending a lot more time at home with the games she inherited from her mother. She became more and more interested in her mother and especially her father, but all her grandfather would say is that they left eachother because her mom was too lazy to go out much, and that her father liked travelling far too much. When pressed for answers he grew angry at her for reasons she never really understood.

After a couple of months her outgoing nature overcame her self-imposed gaming confinement and she went outside again with her friends. Bored of sitting at home with her old and uncooperative grandfather she stayed away more and longer and went camping and went on road-trips and all the things. Essentially she became a rebellious teenager and spent a lot of time with the boys rather than the girls, mostly because they much like herself were enthusiastic about games. She learned a lot of outdooring in those years and about social life as well. After a row with her grandfather she went on another camping trip with friends. On this trip something really weird and inexplicable happened, which shook Liz' beliefs of how the world worked on their very foundations. Her best friend, who didn't appear to be just an ordinary teenage guy rom her class, hurried her along in his car on a long roadtrip from Canada to Camp Halfblood.

Theme Song

Combat Imformation

Weapons/Items

Weapons/Items

Name of Weapon or Item: Knife

Description: It's a utility knife from camping. It's seen some use, but she maintains it pretty well.

Appearance: A KNIFE DAMNIT.



Name of Weapon or Item: Nothing yet I guess

Description:

Appearance:

Skills:
- Orientation:
Liz is good with maps and not getting lost.
- Survivalist:
She can build a campfire, a shelter, catch fish, ... Most basic things.
- Gaming:
Both boardgames and online games, Liz will make you go full capslock.

Abilities:
- Fit:
Liz has a decent physical condition
- Logical:
Liz has a very methodical way of thinking and a good dose of common sense.



Powers:
Supernatural orientation:
Liz' power is to know where she is. She always knows where she is. When she focusses she can find her way to any location she's seen on a map or been before. This manifests itself as a thin grey line leading her to her destination.

Pet(s): N/A
Appearance:
Name:
Species:
Age:
Abilties:

Other:

Among the Ruined - Season 4

So, after trying for a few days, I've found Chatzy impossible to log into for whatever reason. I suppose that's kind of an issue...

This might be a good excuse to maybe try and do a roll call of sorts to see who's still kicking around, as we've been dead lately.

@Atomyk

I'm still sitting in this prison with a broken arrow with Alex talking to Trey. I haven't had anything to reply to for a month and a bit, so I'm guessing that after this war I'm currently doing...?

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Argh someone post for the jailed peeps! :P

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Alex Clark - Cells - Danny & Co

Suddenly looking up as a reference to a famous show he used to binge-watch was named, Alex couldn't hide a crooked grin. Looking at himself from a distance, he realized he looked kind of crazy. Mostly crazy in fact. His previous self, the one living an ordinary life, would have been terrified of himself. Having hidden the arrowtip in his sleeve, his hands sticky from Richard's drying blood, and his face still covered in patches of his own dried blood from his broken nose... He really looked like some insane murderer. He was really frustrated about his nose though. It really did hurt a lot, and it was crooked. For some reason, that really bothered him. Nevertheless, as he inspected the guy, he realized that he was from Enrique's group of the Scouts. He didn't exactly know this guy by name, but he had seen him around a few times. Probably the same counted for the other guy.

"Yes of course. My idea is to rest and wait untill an opportunity presents itself to learn more about what's going on, and how to get away from this shithole." He replied on a faked knowledgeable tone. "In other words, I don't have a plan at all. How'd you end up here anyways? Weren't you with Enrique?" He was mostly suspicious of the guy since he was with Enrique, but he reckoned that if he was here, in a cell, it probably meant that both Enrique and their group ran into a bigger fish. Because of their situation, he could probably trust what the guy was saying. They were not enemies, for now. Nevertheless, given their original goal, saving that girl, Emma, it certainly complicated matters.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

As I said in my post, my character breaks off the arrowshaft near the entry point, getting rid of the nock and fletching prt altogether, and then pulls the tip through the shoulder which is has already completely pierced. Yes, a modern expanding arrow would have remained stuck and done a lot more catastrophical damage, as would a modern broadhead have done too probably, but since it's nowhere specified that she's using those (and those would be pretty hard to get by unless she had them before the entire thing) I assumed the arrows were relatively simple broadheads.

Also, my character wasn't hit himself, so he has no trouble fixing it :P

BUT if you still want me to alter anything, please let me know.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

@Roran Hawkins

Could you please be so kind as to edit your post? There are a couple of things that aren't right with it, the main thing being that Aubrey uses Broadhead Arrows or fixed blades , NOT hunting arrows. If it were a hunting arrow, taking it out like you described wouldn't have gone too well.

@wolverbells

Broadhead arrowtips are used for hunting and warfare alike. There is no particular type of arrowhead called a 'hunting tip' (except maybe very specialized modern ones) since many arrowheads are universally good for hunting. A broadhead has a wide blade, a moderately sharply tapered tip and barbs, making it ideal versus unarmoured targets such as most animals. Hence that I used the terms like this. Nevertheless, removing it would have gone equally easy because of the extremely short range. At this range, if you have a decently powered bow, the arrowtip will have gone completely through, sitcking out the other side, making removing it a whole lot easier.

Then again, I'll edit it if you insist.

Among the Ruined - Season 4

Alex Clark - Cells

As both the girl with the bow, who had given him a parting glare, and Magnus left, Alex stared them down the hallway one by one, and then recoverd something from his sleeve, showing everyone else in the cell a crooked grin. "I'll have to thank that bitch later for giving me a weapon." He said victoriously hiding the broken arrowtip again. Sadly it had come at the cost of Richard's shoulder. It had been a hunting arrow, one with barbs. Luckily it had hit him in the meaty part of his shoulder and gone straight through, so he only had a relatively small wound.

Sitting down against the edge of the cell, Alex got his mind racing on what they would do next. "Danny, Luke, think with me." He said. "Or anyone else for that matter." He added, throwing a glance around. "We only know what that guy's told us, and that he took the effort to come tell us in person. He also was present when he captured us. They seem a rather ruthless bunch though." He said, glancing over to Richard who was biting away the pain now adrenaline was running out. "But given the circumstances and what he's told us, I'm guessing we're slaves of sorts now." Alex continued. "Could be a lot worse. In any case, now we're left here I'm going to spend my time usefully, by sleeping, unless you guys have another idea."