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In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

I know the personality isn't completed yet, but I wear I'll get it done sometime soon! 
Didn't want to push it back anymore so here he is.



"Some used to say that I'd never scale this mountain
Now that I'm close they shut their eyes and draw their curtains"




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N A M E
Kareem Issam Baz

A G E
Jan, 10th, 18

G E N D E R
cis Male

S E X U A L I T Y 
Demisexual

N A T I O N A L I T Y 
Egyptian - American

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 179lbs
Hair: Currently black, he likes to dye it
Eyes: Dark Brown
Body Type: Muscled, well toned
Body Marks: He has various tattoos all over his body. He started tattooing when he turned 16.
Aesthetics: ●, ●

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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S 
Single and ready to form bonds.
	Current: N/A
	Past: TBD

F A M I L Y
Father - Isaam Baz
Mother - Goddess Demeter

L E G A C Y
Isis

P E T S
Niel is a black pit bull Kareem got as a gift for his 15th birthday.

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L I K E S
✔ The sea, he finds it calming
✔ Wamrth, he loves to lay in the beach under the sun
✔ Gardening, like duh
✔ Art, nature photography mainly
✔ Traveling, to national parks
✔ Sweets, biggest sweet tooth
✔ Playing music, all sorts

D I S L I K E S 
✘ Thunder, too loud for him
✘ Snakes, he is scared of them
✘ Deforestation, pretty given
✘ Loud music, again, too loud
✘ The homies being sad, nuff said
✘ Airplanes, or heights in general
✘ People that don't recycle

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P E R S O N A L I T Y 


Friendly | Kind | Nurturing |  Open-Minded | Airhead | Clumsy | Considerate | Loyal


Himbo Vibes Only.

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B I O G R A P H Y

Kareem's father was an environmental engineer working in Egypt at the time he met the woman that would later be Demeter. Their shared passion for enviormental conservation and green energy brought the two of them together over the next six months Issam Baz stayed in Cairo. Their affair only lasted the last two months that Issam had left in Cairo but it was rather clear that these two people deeply cared for each other. 

Eight months later, while Issam worked on a few papers for the Boston Architectural College, he heard a knock on the small house he owned in Newburyport. It was an old two-bedroom home he had renovated to be more environmentally friendly and sustainable. It had been his first accomplishment before graduating from MIT. When Issam opened the door, the woman from Cairo stood there with a small tiny baby wrapped in green blankets. By the end of the night, Issam understood his responsibility and duty to his son. 

Kareem grew up lacking nothing. He went to the best private schools the Boston area could offer. He wasn't spoiled, not one bit. His father made sure that Kareem knew the struggles of others by sending him off to volunteer in animal shelters, soup kitchens, and other charity work. Of course, Kareem never complained. He actually enjoyed the work, the people, and the friendships he had formed over the years. 

Unfortunately, when Kareem was sixteen years old, he was jumped by a giant dog, or what seemed like a dog at the time with an even bigger tail. It had been a scorpion. A giant fucking scorpion had attacked Kareem in broad daylight as he made his way back home from school. The scorpion had successfully injected its venom into Kareem's left arm. The last thing he saw was someone running up behind the scorpion with what seemed like a pen before he passed out cold. 

Kareem had survived; most of him had. He had lost his left arm. The damage on his skin and bone had been substantial, and the venom was rotting the tissue under the skin. The only option had been to amputate the boy's arm a few inches above the elbow. Kareem recovered quickly with his father at his side and the surprise visit of a woman who claimed to be his mother. She explained to him what the thing was that had attacked him and why. The boy, unable to really process all of it at once, just agreed to leave Boston and head down to Long Island, where a safe haven for so-called demigods like him could live their lives. 

He was claimed as soon as Kareem entered the camp. A formality, it seemed. Nonetheless, Kareem grew to love Camp Half-blood as his new home. Here he was surrounded by nature and other individuals like him. While he missed his home back in Boston from time to time, he was glad that his father would be a lot safer without him around. 


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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin Four ⧿ Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Caretaker for the Garden

W E A P O N S 

● Bow given to him by his mother on his 18th birthday.
● Sword that has been in his family for generations. Belonged to his grandfather.

A B I L I T I E S
Chlorokinesis :
	Kareem has absolute control over plants, manipulating them to a multitude of effects. He could summon plants, use them to restrain, or help him be more aware of his surroundings. He mainly uses this ability to make himself a handy left arm.
Plant Teleportation :
	Kareem could teleport via her plants. He does need a large tree to be able to teleport from and to.
Karpoi Summoning :
	Kareem could summon karpoi, but they are too mean for his tastes so he doesn't so it too often. Only when he needs a hand during farming season.

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O T H E R

Kareem is bilingual, mostly, he can speak Arabic and English. Greek comes and goes.
He might be growing some weed by the beach.
Kareem loves tea, he drinks it with lots of sugar.
Yeah, he's deff growing weed by the beach. Mr. D gets some for keeping the secret from Chiron.
His go-to gift idea is a cute little plant.
Kareem is a secret party animal. Get him drunk enough and he'll do anything.
Wouldn't hurt a fly.


Face Claim: Zyan Malik | #617b57
@Pyxis

Omg; I love him..! XD
Written personality or not; he is accepted..! Pop him across whe  you're ready hun :'3


___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Kareem Issam Baz} _{A G E} _{Jan, 10^th, 18} _{G E N D E R} _{cis Male} _{S E X U A L I T Y} _Demisexual _{N A T I O N A L I T Y} _{Egyptian - American} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _6'0" _Weight: _179lbs _Hair: _{Currently black, he likes to dye it} _Eyes: _{Dark Brown} _{Body Type:} _{Muscled, well toned} _{Body Marks:} _{He has various tattoos all over his body. He started tattooing when he turned 16.} _Aesthetics: _{●, ●} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _{Single and ready to form bonds.} _{Current: N/A} _{Past: TBD} _{F A M I L Y} _{Father - Isaam Baz Mother - Goddess Demeter} _{L E G A C Y} _Isis _{P E T S} _{Niel is a black pit bull Kareem got as a gift for his 15th birthday.} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _{The sea, he finds it calming} _✔ _{Wamrth, he loves to lay in the beach under the sun} _✔ _{Gardening, like duh} _✔ _{Art, nature photography mainly} _✔ _{Traveling, to national parks} _✔ _{Sweets, biggest sweet tooth} _✔ _{Playing music, all sorts} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Thunder, too loud for him} _✘ _{Snakes, he is scared of them} _✘ _{Deforestation, pretty given} _✘ _{Loud music, again, too loud} _✘ _{The homies being sad, nuff said} _✘ _{Airplanes, or heights in general} _✘ _{People that don't recycle} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Friendly \| Kind \| Nurturing \| Open-Minded \| Airhead \| Clumsy \| Considerate \| Loyal Himbo Vibes Only.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{Kareem's father was an environmental engineer working in Egypt at the time he met the woman that would later be Demeter. Their shared passion for enviormental conservation and green energy brought the two of them together over the next six months Issam Baz stayed in Cairo. Their affair only lasted the last two months that Issam had left in Cairo but it was rather clear that these two people deeply cared for each other. Eight months later, while Issam worked on a few papers for the Boston Architectural College, he heard a knock on the small house he owned in Newburyport. It was an old two-bedroom home he had renovated to be more environmentally friendly and sustainable. It had been his first accomplishment before graduating from MIT. When Issam opened the door, the woman from Cairo stood there with a small tiny baby wrapped in green blankets. By the end of the night, Issam understood his responsibility and duty to his son. Kareem grew up lacking nothing. He went to the best private schools the Boston area could offer. He wasn't spoiled, not one bit. His father made sure that Kareem knew the struggles of others by sending him off to volunteer in animal shelters, soup kitchens, and other charity work. Of course, Kareem never complained. He actually enjoyed the work, the people, and the friendships he had formed over the years. Unfortunately, when Kareem was sixteen years old, he was jumped by a giant dog, or what seemed like a dog at the time with an even bigger tail. It had been a scorpion. A giant fucking scorpion had attacked Kareem in broad daylight as he made his way back home from school. The scorpion had successfully injected its venom into Kareem's left arm. The last thing he saw was someone running up behind the scorpion with what seemed like a pen before he passed out cold. Kareem had survived; most of him had. He had lost his left arm. The damage on his skin and bone had been substantial, and the venom was rotting the tissue under the skin. The only option had been to amputate the boy's arm a few inches above the elbow. Kareem recovered quickly with his father at his side and the surprise visit of a woman who claimed to be his mother. She explained to him what the thing was that had attacked him and why. The boy, unable to really process all of it at once, just agreed to leave Boston and head down to Long Island, where a safe haven for so-called demigods like him could live their lives. He was claimed as soon as Kareem entered the camp. A formality, it seemed. Nonetheless, Kareem grew to love Camp Half-blood as his new home. Here he was surrounded by nature and other individuals like him. While he missed his home back in Boston from time to time, he was glad that his father would be a lot safer without him around.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin Four ⧿ Demeter, Goddess of Agriculture} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{Caretaker for the Garden} _{W E A P O N S} _{● Bow given to him by his mother on his 18th birthday. ● Sword that has been in his family for generations. Belonged to his grandfather.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Chlorokinesis :} _{Kareem has absolute control over plants, manipulating them to a multitude of effects. He could summon plants, use them to restrain, or help him be more aware of his surroundings. He mainly uses this ability to make himself a handy left arm.} _{Plant Teleportation :} _{Kareem could teleport via her plants. He does need a large tree to be able to teleport from and to.} _{Karpoi Summoning :} _{Kareem could summon karpoi, but they are too mean for his tastes so he doesn't so it too often. Only when he needs a hand during farming season.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Kareem is bilingual, mostly, he can speak Arabic and English. Greek comes and goes.} _{He might be growing some weed by the beach.} _{Kareem loves tea, he drinks it with lots of sugar.} _{Yeah, he's deff growing weed by the beach. Mr. D gets some for keeping the secret from Chiron.} _{His go-to gift idea is a cute little plant.} _{Kareem is a secret party animal. Get him drunk enough and he'll do anything.} _{Wouldn't hurt a fly.} _{Face Claim: Zyan Malik \| #617b57}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hullo. Gonna see if I can come up with a character for this, thinking of maybe some sort of snake-charming Son of Asclepius?
Is there a Discord for this rp btw?@Bartimaeus

Ooo..! The God of medicine..! Now this sounds like an interesting character; I've never had a roleplayer who thought so out thox when it came to the minor Gods. I'm very much looking forward to seeing what you come up with.

As for a Discord channel; there is indeed. I shall PM you, and @Venus with the link shortly so that you guys can join and meet the rest of the family :'3

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Venus Looking forward to seeing what you have in store. ^^

@Vicier ...since you've been getting on my ass to complete him...here's my goat boy for you to look over :P




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"Your best disguise is the impression your enemy has of you. Strong...and dead wrong"




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N A M E
Sawyer Harvey Lockwood
Sawyer, Lockwood, Halfbreed, Clip-Clop

A G E
December 31st, 31-years-old

G E N D E R
Male

S P E C I E S
Satyr

S E X U A L I T Y
Polysexual

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 5'8"
Weight: 141 lbs
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Dark Brown
Body Type: Ectomorph
Body Marks: He has the lower body of a goat.
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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S
Single

P E T S
"Do I count myself..or...?"
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L I K E S
✔ Music
✔ Smoking
✔ Partying
✔ Helping out
✔ Drinking wine
✔ HTTYD ("Thanks Ty!")
✔ 'Foot' races with new campers

D I S L I K E S
✘ Dogs
✘ Bullies
✘ Cyclops'
✘ Being underground
✘ Aggressive campers
✘ Reptiles and spiders
✘ Being stuck in enclosed spaces
✘ Being stuck inside for too long
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P E R S O N A L I T Y


Innocent 羊 Naive 羊 Childish 羊 Stubborn 羊 Happy-Go-Lucky 羊 Protective 羊 Optimistic 羊 Talkative
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S A T Y R  I N F O
C A B I N
Hermes Cabin, bunked with Tyler Rumancek when at camp

W E A K N E S S
§ Wine dependent
§ Aerial attacks

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
Bringing new demi-gods to camp, protecting them till they can get into the protective walls of the camp.

W E A P O N S
Two swords passed down from his father. He keeps the bottom one pictured with him and leaves the other at camp in the trusted hands of his friend, Tyler Rumancek.

A B I L I T I E S
ABILITIES:
§ They can detect half-bloods and monsters (but not underground) by scent.
§ They can control nature by playing music on their reed pipes.
§ They can talk to animals and some monsters.
§ They have animal-level hearing and smell.
§ They can eat recyclable material (tin, aluminum, plastic, etc.) and even wood and grass.
§ They can run at superhuman speeds, along with climbing, as a result of goat legs.
§ They can sense nature magic (such as the Golden Fleece, Pan, and gifts of Pan).
§ They can sense emotions of demigods and mortals.
§ They practice woodland magic.
§ They age at half the rate of a human or demigod.
§ When they die, they are reincarnated as plants or trees, such as laurels (if they are lucky), and flowers (the average satyr).
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O T H E R

As stated before, Sawyer sleeps in Tyler's Cabin Counselor room on the floor.
Sawyer is a huge Disney fanatic, often times can be found hanging with Brynn binging old Disney movies.

T H E M E  S O N G

Face Claim: Tom Holland | #00FFFF

@Moro

Whoop whoop..! Sawyer is accepted..! Feel free to pop him across, honey :'3


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___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Sawyer Harvey Lockwood Sawyer, Lockwood, Halfbreed, Clip-Clop} _{A G E} _{December 31^st, 31-years-old} _{G E N D E R} _Male _{S P E C I E S} _Satyr _{S E X U A L I T Y} _Polysexual ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _5'8" _Weight: _{141 lbs} _Hair: _{Light Brown} _Eyes: _{Dark Brown} _{Body Type:} _Ectomorph _{Body Marks:} _{He has the lower body of a goat.} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _Single _{P E T S} _{"Do I count myself..or...?"} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _Music _✔ _Smoking _✔ _Partying _✔ _{Helping out} _✔ _{Drinking wine} _✔ _{HTTYD ("Thanks Ty!")} _✔ _{'Foot' races with new campers} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _Dogs _✘ _Bullies _✘ _Cyclops' _✘ _{Being underground} _✘ _{Aggressive campers} _✘ _{Reptiles and spiders} _✘ _{Being stuck in enclosed spaces} _✘ _{Being stuck inside for too long} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Innocent 羊 Naive 羊 Childish 羊 Stubborn 羊 Happy-Go-Lucky 羊 Protective 羊 Optimistic 羊 Talkative} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{S A T Y R I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Hermes Cabin, bunked with Tyler Rumancek when at camp} _{W E A K N E S S} _{§ Wine dependent § Aerial attacks} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _{Bringing new demi-gods to camp, protecting them till they can get into the protective walls of the camp.} _{W E A P O N S} _{Two swords passed down from his father. He keeps the bottom one pictured with him and leaves the other at camp in the trusted hands of his friend, Tyler Rumancek.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _ABILITIES: _{§ They can detect half-bloods and monsters (but not underground) by scent. § They can control nature by playing music on their reed pipes. § They can talk to animals and some monsters. § They have animal-level hearing and smell. § They can eat recyclable material (tin, aluminum, plastic, etc.) and even wood and grass. § They can run at superhuman speeds, along with climbing, as a result of goat legs. § They can sense nature magic (such as the Golden Fleece, Pan, and gifts of Pan). § They can sense emotions of demigods and mortals. § They practice woodland magic. § They age at half the rate of a human or demigod. § When they die, they are reincarnated as plants or trees, such as laurels (if they are lucky), and flowers (the average satyr).} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{As stated before, Sawyer sleeps in Tyler's Cabin Counselor room on the floor.} _{Sawyer is a huge Disney fanatic, often times can be found hanging with Brynn binging old Disney movies.} _{T H E M E S O N G} _{Face Claim: Tom Holland \| #00FFFF}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Hi! Is this still open? If so, do you guys have any posting schedule or deadlines in place?@Venus

Haii..! Welcome..!

Half-Blood is always accepting new campers to join in..! The more the merrier, hun.
As for posting schedules and deadlines... unless it's really out of control, like haven't posted in weeks or something like that- something that holds up an interaction and we can't find a solution to fix it; I don't particularly like to put that type of pressure on my roleplayers. You never know what's going on in a persons life, after all, and I've made it very clear to our little demigod family that real life comes first. :'3

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: Hades Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).

There were so many voices... so many opinions.

The talking polluting the air of the normally serene atmosphere of her cabin; it barely came across as communication. Bickering... jabs... sarcasm... Everyone there was speaking words, but to her, it was just coming across as nothing more than white noise. She could barely hear the sound of her own thoughts over it. It was far more overwhelming than she'd like to admit; and all too soon, as her breathing hitched, becoming a little quicker than it had been, she found herself just wanting to tune it all out. To shut it off- to just ignore everything that was going on around her; but they weren't going to let that happen. Any of them. They'd all made that more than clear; hell, it was, after all, the reason they were all occupying space in her living room. A place that hadn't seen this many guests in... well, ever.

Entertaining; it just-... it wasn't her thing... not anymore. Unfortunately, this particular group had missed those days by quite a bit.

Four years ago, and maybe they would have had better luck...

"Have you heard of systematic desensitization? If you're not comfortable jumping to Italy right away, then don't. In fact, it might be the better call since we don't know if we'll be walking right into a trap if we head there right away. Instead, we could start from my old home in Wales and then make the drive to Italy. If all goes well, we could get there in half a day, anyway. Besides, you aren't the only one who's due for a homecoming."

"Oh yeah, mate? Yau gonna throw a party for the threi of us, then? I'm quit' overdju' to sei my family, as well. I don't' really car' for the way yau're bossing her araund either. Why don't' yau giv' her the chanc' to talk, or even think, for Zeus's sak'. This is her quest', I'd suggest' yau keip that' in mind, son."

Great... there they went again. Dropping her head, Erin once more stared down into her tea; her fingers curling a little tighter around the outside of the mug. Trying her best to ignore the back and forth going on between her cousin and the eldest son of Thanatos. One moment-... One moment of peace; even if just to give her a moment to think. Was that really too much to ask..? Clearly. Shutting her eyes, Erin's brows furrowed together; and all too soon she felt herself fighting the urge to shed anymore tears. Though she was simply fighting a losing battle on all fronts, and a few tears escaped to roll silently down her cheeks, her cousin's words drew back into focus.

"Erin, this unfortchunately falls on yau, luv. As he said befor', we're all her' for yau.. that' doesn't' mean yau hav' to tak' every one of us in her' with yau. Yau hav' the pick of the litter, cous. Yau are going to hav' to think abaut' this and choos' wisely. This quest' is going to neid to be completed with the utmost' car', as will picking aut' yaur mates to go with yau."

Think... was that a joke..? And choose..? She had to choose who went with her... Grip tightening even further, the tea held within the mug began to tremble lightly along with her arms. How was that at all fair..? Expecting her to willingly put the people saw every day- people she, whether liking to admit it or not, cared about in the path of danger, and all in order to save her own ass. Her stomach - empty, thank Gods - lurched. It made her sick just to so much as think about, let alone think about actually having to set her own pride aside long enough to admit that, despite everything, she really did need their help.

"From what I could understand from Greyson, I agree. This is Erin's quest, but it's not a normal one. Someone's behind the curtains and pulling the strings to make this happen. It's best to be prepared for anything that comes our way. Starting in Wales may be a good idea, but driving isn't. We already have our regularly scheduled monsters to worry about once we leave the barrier, but we don't know who's framing Erin or what they may be planning to stop us. Driving at the very least leaves you as a target."

Her heart sunk, and Dorian's words only served to make her feel worse. If he went with her and something happened to him-...

..she'd never be able to forgive herself...

"Erin, we believe in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, believe in us. In everyone here at camp who is willing to help you. You are strong. You can do this."

Lost in the labyrinth of thoughts plaguing her mind, it was only when she felt the tender touch of someones hand upon her shoulder that she was drawn back to the present. Her lips parting at the seams as her head raised up. Her dark eyes drawing up the familiar figure before her until, finally, her eyes were met by the kindness and concern filled gaze of Kyrin. And just like that; he had her attention.

"You're not going to die. Whoever you choose to go with you will not let you die. You're not allowed to die, okay?"

She swallowed. Hard. Or at least, she tried to anyway. 'Die'. She heard his words- knew what they meant; but that was the only one that repeated over and over in her mind. If she failed this, or if she just rolled over and gave up without even trying, she was going to die. Her stomach gave another lurch, and this time, it was worse. Reaching out with her mug, shoving it back towards Tyler, though not bothering to even so much as check to see whether or not he had it before she let go, Erin rose to her feet, "..I just-... I think I need a moment... I'm sorry..."

Her opposite hand lifting, the side of her knuckle pressing to her mouth as she slipped her way past Kyrin and the others in the room; Erin's free hand reached for the banister once she'd reached the stairs. Taking them two at a time. Though once she'd reached the landing, she didn't stop. There were just so many voices... so many opinions being thrown at, and around her; how was she expected to make any choices..? It was fine for them; most of them had done this sort of thing before, but, she hadn't. She wasn't like them. In theory it might have been simple, but there was just so much more to it than that; it was far more complicated, and she just couldn't bring herself to jump head-first into something like this. She needed a moment alone. A few minutes to just... think.

Barely registering what she was doing, her mind continued to dwell on her own thoughts of doom and gloom as she rounded into her quiet bedroom, it was as though she was on auto-pilot. Her feet moving on their own accord, carrying her across the room and towards the darkest corner. And just like that, she was gone. Her figure passing through the shadows and out of sight.

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: The Infirmary - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Kalinda Franklins (@MarshiestMallow), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra), and Arthur Keller (@Zenritch).

"Here. Watch the fuzzy tube sock, she'll just get in the way."

Watch over the wha-..? A frown crossing her strong features; the question had barely managed to form in her mind before a creature was dumped in her lap, and Kalinda's back was turned. Tensing, the action only serving to make the pain she was already enduring to become worse, even if for a few brief moments, Octavia turned her gaze down to the animal she'd so suddenly found herself in possession of. The fuzzy tube wriggling around; contorting itself into strange angles, and she couldn't help but be reminded of a cat. Hell, she'd seen her brother's dog twist itself around and fall asleep in the weirdest of angles- angles she herself wasn't sure she'd ever seen before. Honestly, she didn't see how it could have been comfortable.

Hand drawing across to the furball, she took a firm though still gentle hold of the back back of its neck - much like she'd done with some of the cats she'd interacted with over the years - and lifted it up. Not fussed one iota by the reaction that she was getting from the animal. What the fuck was she supposed to do with it..? Did they... do anything..? Her free arm lifting up, fingers curling; she curiously poked at the ferrets underbelly with the tip of her pointer.

"I've got her Zane, but perhaps you could see what you can do for Octavia? Make sure she hasn't strangled the fuzzball."

"Okay, Kalinda, I will let you deal with your sister."

The sound of her name being spoken, however, catching her attention; causing her to once again lower the living tubesock back down to her lap as she turned her gaze towards the sorce of the noise. And with her green eyes closely following the approaching figure, she gave Zane a respectful nod of her head in greeting. Really... she wasn't sure she'd ever get used to the way that the Hecate and some of the Apollo children could almost instantly heal wounds as though they were nothing. Injuries that would take days... weeks- hell, months even... healed in a mere few minutes. And as the pain she'd felt coarsing through her arm and her back slipped away, Octavia lifted her once bad hand up. Her eyes following it. Watching on as she twisted it slowly, her fingers curling and uncurling as though to make sure that the what he said was true; that she was, indeed, better. It was fucking astounding. They were truly talented individuals, she'd give them that.

"Though might I ask how you got hurt?"

"..my brother let his anger and the competition get to him. I had no choice but to deal with the situation, so I tackled him off the tower." Lowering her hand back down to her side; resting it and the other on the bed she was sat on, Octavia returned her attention back to the man that she was speaking with though as another voice interjected, her normally stoic features cracked. Lips turning up at the corners into a small smirk, and she gave a light shrug of her shoulders. Her gaze flicking across to meet with that of her favorite son of Selene.

"Are you doing fine yourself, Octavia? I was watching you all earlier and that was a pretty nasty fall. It was pretty ballsy on your part but you can't keep doing stuff like that or else you're going to be getting acquainted with the medics more than what you'd prefer."

"The medics in this camp are easily worried, and overly attentive. However..." Pausing a moment, she brought her gaze back to Zane. Once more giving him a nod of her head as she slipped forward; getting off of the bed and back to her feet. The ferret that had been left in her charge having scaled the length of her torso to instead perch upon her shoulder, "..for that they have my gratitude." Arms lifting, Octavia folded them over her chest, her shoulder lightly nudging against Arthur's, "Admit it though... you enjoy watching my little stunts."

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: Hades Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).

The couch in the living room of the Hades cabin had seen many years; many seasons of use. Nevertheless, it was well maintained. The charcole sectional the perfect addition to the already dark and mood driven atmosphere in the room which was like a place straight out of time; a place to rest without consequence. It was a sanctuary- her sactuary. A place where she was safe enough that she was able to simply relax; to recharge and to forget about all the things the world was demanding needed to be done.

Giving off the air that she wasn't particularly even really aware of her own surroundings, even as her cousin led her further into her cabin, it was just staight up pure natural instict that, as Erin's figure fell lightly down into her place on the sofa, she reached forward and towards the coffee table. Her fingers brushing over the hard cover of the first edition novel resting there from the night previous, it was only after they'd curled over the spine that she began to pull it closer, eventually drawing it into her lap. The alluring scent of orange, mango, papaya, and other fruits mixed with the unmistakable aroma of lemongrass hitting her, as strong as if the mug itself was being held right up and under her nose; Erin's dark gaze was lured towards the figure that she'd been speaking to not moments beforehand.

Tyler...

The smallest shadow of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, it didn't last however, and leaving the book to rest on her lap, she reached out to instead wrap her palms around the mug that was being offered. It was warm... so, so warm. And almost instantly, she began to feel a little better than she had been. She wasn't even sure when it was that she'd gotten in the habit, but to her... tea was the fix for everything. It was soothing- comforting. Like a hot, raging fire on a cold winders night; and the very moment she brought the rim of the mug to her lips and took a sip, the warmth spread quickly through her like a wildfire through a forest suffering from a drought. And the taste-... A little more life making its way back to her eyes, she let them fall to the mug as she lowered it too down to her lap. It was like a citrus mimosa, just without the alcohol- this had to have been the tea that she'd found and then rather promptly ordered online in order to add it to her already exstensive collection. It wasn't bad...

"Tell us about what the oracle said to you when you're ready. We're here for you no matter what."

Attention drawing up as the sound of Spencer's voice hit her ears once more, Erin's lips drew to a slight part. Her dark iris' slowly trailing through the room, moving from figure to figure, and only lingering on each for a brief second or two at a time before moving on; only then truly taking notice of just how many people had come running in order to make sure that she was okay. Why though..? Some she could understand, but others..? It wasn't as though she was the most welcoming, or the most pleasant of company to keep; but they were here. Greyson... Dorian... Spencer... Elias... Tyler... With the exception of one who just came swinging into her life like fucking Miley Cyrus on a damn wrecking ball, she'd let them all past her wall in one way or another. And now they were there; it didn't seem as though they were ever going to let her forget it...

Trapping her lower lip between her teeth, her attention turning back up so that her gaze once more met with Spencer, Erin hesitated. She didn't want this- didn't want all this fuss made on her behalf, but... she also didn't exactly want to die either. She just-... Asking for help; admitting that she might actually need it... it was one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Letting her gaze fall, bringing it back to the tea she had in her hands; Erin let her thumb brush anxiously back and forth over the surface of the dark grey mug. Clearly hesitant, even as she spoke. Her voice soft and full of the vulnerablility she normally kept hidden.

".. Six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... A land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least... While two might find love, one soul shall be taken... The Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengance will it awaken..? ..."

Falling silent for a few moments, Erin eventually lifted her head back up. Her eyes once more flicking back and forth between the others that filled her cabin. Really, she was surprised that there weren't more people crowding her in her time of distress. Those she considered to be quest-happy demigods had managed to restrain themselves, and honestly, she was fucking grateful for it. The last thing she needed was for the camp as an entirety to see her in one of her weakest moments, "..Europe- Italy... if I do decide to go and chase down this stupid fucking pigion, I'm not only going to have to leave camp, but I'm going to have to go all the way back to my family's homeland... I mean, I've been there before; ho famiglia lì, but that's not the point..!"

Sighing heavily, head dropping, she once more stared into the tea she held. Silent for a few moments before her voice fell from her lips again. Head shaking lightly, "..non credo di poterlo fare..."

⦓ 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃 ⦔

Ho famiglia lì:
I have family there.

Non credo di poterlo fare:
I don't think I can do this.

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Let me know if anything needs to be changed. I am extremely sleepy and tired right now. 




"I don't need your opinion 
Do what I fucking want
You such a fucking chump "




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N A M E
Anzu Yuuka Ito
	"Zu"

A G E
Nov 20th, 17

G E N D E R
cis Female

S E X U A L I T Y 
Poly - Bisexual

N A T I O N A L I T Y 
Japanese - Greek

H O M E T O W N 
Osaka, Japan

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A P P E R A N C E

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Dyed Pink
Eyes: Black
Body Type: Slender
Body Marks: left hand
Aesthetics:  ✡ ,  ✡ ,  ✡

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R E L A T I O N S H I P  S T A T U S 
Single
	Past: Carlos de la Cruz

F A M I L Y
Father - Suzaku Ito
Father - Hermes

L E G A C Y
Ares

P E T S
Ume  was a present from her father when Anzu left for the camp. 

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L I K E S
✔ Color black
✔ Not giving a fuck
✔ Heavy metal
✔ Japanese City pop
✔ Reading
✔ Milk Tea
✔ DnD, anything fantasy
✔ dried flowers

D I S L I K E S 
✘ Unwanted touches
✘ Cocky people, men mostly
✘ Strawberries
✘ Beer
✘ Color Green
✘ Cliches
✘ naive people

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P E R S O N A L I T Y 


Free Spirit | Nonchalant |  Aggresive | Sarcastic | Self-Assured | Resourceful | Loyal | Driven


One thing is clear about Anzu. And that is that she does not give a single flying fuck. A free spirit since the day of her birth, Anzu is a woman who does what she wants when she wants. There's no filter to her, and she rarely takes anything seriously. She says what is in her mind without sugar-coating anything, no matter how harsh and confrontational it may sound. She's stubborn as a mule when it comes to the things she is passionate about, almost borderline perfectionist without the added anxiety that comes with that. Calm to almost a point of not caring what is happening around her, Anzu keeps her cool. 

While she may seem abrasive and downright rude on the outside, she is a woman who cares fiercely for those she calls family and friends.  She loves without fear. She trusts without expectations. And is loyal to the end of the world. Anzu is willing to go to extremes for the people she cares about. While this is true, her love, trust, and loyalty are hard to come by. She may act friendly to everyone, but she knows who her real friends are. She keeps them close at arms reach where she can protect them from anything that may harm them. Anzu also knows when that love is made for. There are no tears. No heartbreaks. Once someone breaks that love and trust, they are deemed unworthy of her. Anzu's ability to hold a grudge and be petty about it could even impress Zeus.

Anzu isn't one to give up easily. Her stubbornness and determination drive the young woman to fight with all of her soul for what she believes in. She takes no shit from anyone. It is clear what God she takes after more.


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B I O G R A P H Y

The Ito family has been are no strangers to the Gods of Olympus. Many of the women, and the rare man, have been blessed with Clear Sight. Long before his time, Suzaku's ancestor, an Onna-Bugeisha, met a man like no other. A man that she could see was no man but a God of War. Their love affair resulted in a little girl with the same ability as her mother. The little girl grew up to be a fierce and brave Onna-Bugeisha, just like her mother. Since then, the Ito family have known of the legacy of their ancestor, and the matriarchs of the family have kept the katana and wakizashi gifted to his daughter, Shige, as a family relic. 

Suzaku was one of the rare males born into the Ito legacy with the Clear Sight. While the stories of the great Onna-Bugeisha Shige had been muddled over time, one thing stayed clear through all the generations- Gods were real, and they had blessed the Ito family. Skeptical at first, Suzaku Ito worked and lived in Hell's Kitchen, New York. He was a world-renowned chef working at the first restaurant his family had opened in the States. Imanas Tei. They were known overseas in Japan and Europe for their take on home-cooked Japanese meals with the added twist of luxury. It was a hit for mortals and Gods alike. His skepticism drove the man to comfort one of the strange-looking men that came into his restaurants every Friday night. That man, or God, turned out to be Hermes. Taken back and impressed by the forwardness of Suzaku, Hermes became interested in the man.

Their relationship started like any other, with the bonus that Suzaku's new boyfriend was a fucking Olympian God! Two years later, Suzaku met the second love of his life, a beautiful daughter he named Anzu. Suzaku took his new daughter back to Osaka, Japan, where the rest of his family lived. There he was able to raise the young daughter of Hermes surrounded by all the matriarchs of the Ito family. Train her in the Onna-Bugeisha ways and allow her to become the warrior the Ito family had been known for in the past. 

Around the age of 13, Suzaku and the rest of the family finally sat down with Anzu and finally told her the truth. They sent her back to the states with only what she could carry in her back and the two swords that once belonged to Shige. 

Anzu had to fight her way through the island until she finally arrived at the gates of the camp. Once she set foot in there, she was officially claimed by Hermes.

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D E M I G O D   I N F O
C A B I N
Cabin Six ⧿ Hermes, Messenger of the Gods

R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S
N/A

W E A P O N S 
● Katana made of  Stygian Iron passed down by her father to her. No magical disguise.
● Wakizashi a shorter Japanese word, accompanied with the Katana.
● War fan she made when she was 15.

A B I L I T I E S
Superhuman Speed :
	Because she is a daughter of Hermes, Anzu has the ability of superhuman speed, making her faster than any other demigods. Fast, nible, and agaile Anzu uses this ability the most when in a fight.
Theft and Minupulation :
	Her father's gifts allow her to be a master thief, this extends to her ability to be sneaky. If she is ever in trouble, Anzu is able to lie and manipulate her way out of trouble. She's not afraid to lie her way through life, in fact, she loves it so much it has become as easy as breathing to her. 
Alchemy :
	Skilled with potion making, Anzu could brew up all sort of potions with the right ingridients. She's a fast learner when it comes to alchemy, but she rarely pursues the practice. 
Telekinesis: :
	Anzu has the ability to move objects with her mind, but using this ability for a long time leaves her drained. She's known to use this ability to trip people, pull chairs, and just mess with others in general.
Legacy Related Abilities :
	Due to the legacy with Ares, Anzu has a limited control and invulnerability to fire.

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O T H E R
Face Claim: Fernanda Ly | #d998a0

Anzu knows how to speak English, Japanese, and Greek.
She loves to cook.
Anzu is a skilled and deciplined fighter.
She knows how to play various instruments, including the sanshin and koto.
Likes to teach her pet rat commands. Fo far she knows around 7 commands.
@Pyxis

I love her..! She's gunna make an awesome addition to the camp..!
Feel free to pop her across into the character tab, and to post whenever you're ready..! :'3


___________________________________ _{N A M E} _{Anzu Yuuka Ito "Zu"} _{A G E} _{Nov 20^th, 17} _{G E N D E R} _{cis Female} _{S E X U A L I T Y} _{Poly - Bisexual} _{N A T I O N A L I T Y} _{Japanese - Greek} _{H O M E T O W N} _{Osaka, Japan} ___________________________________ _{A P P E R A N C E} _Height: _5'7" _Weight: _120lbs _Hair: _{Dyed Pink} _Eyes: _Black _{Body Type:} _Slender _{Body Marks:} _{left hand} _Aesthetics: _{✡ , ✡ , ✡} ___________________________________ _{R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S} _Single _{Past: Carlos de la Cruz} _{F A M I L Y} _{Father - Suzaku Ito Father - Hermes} _{L E G A C Y} _Ares _{P E T S} _{Ume was a present from her father when Anzu left for the camp.} ___________________________________	____________________________________________________________________________ _{L I K E S} _✔ _{Color black} _✔ _{Not giving a fuck} _✔ _{Heavy metal} _✔ _{Japanese City pop} _✔ _Reading _✔ _{Milk Tea} _✔ _{DnD, anything fantasy} _✔ _{dried flowers} _{D I S L I K E S} _✘ _{Unwanted touches} _✘ _{Cocky people, men mostly} _✘ _Strawberries _✘ _Beer _✘ _{Color Green} _✘ _Cliches _✘ _{naive people} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{P E R S O N A L I T Y} _{Free Spirit \| Nonchalant \| Aggresive \| Sarcastic \| Self-Assured \| Resourceful \| Loyal \| Driven One thing is clear about Anzu. And that is that she does not give a single flying fuck. A free spirit since the day of her birth, Anzu is a woman who does what she wants when she wants. There's no filter to her, and she rarely takes anything seriously. She says what is in her mind without sugar-coating anything, no matter how harsh and confrontational it may sound. She's stubborn as a mule when it comes to the things she is passionate about, almost borderline perfectionist without the added anxiety that comes with that. Calm to almost a point of not caring what is happening around her, Anzu keeps her cool. While she may seem abrasive and downright rude on the outside, she is a woman who cares fiercely for those she calls family and friends. She loves without fear. She trusts without expectations. And is loyal to the end of the world. Anzu is willing to go to extremes for the people she cares about. While this is true, her love, trust, and loyalty are hard to come by. She may act friendly to everyone, but she knows who her real friends are. She keeps them close at arms reach where she can protect them from anything that may harm them. Anzu also knows when that love is made for. There are no tears. No heartbreaks. Once someone breaks that love and trust, they are deemed unworthy of her. Anzu's ability to hold a grudge and be petty about it could even impress Zeus. Anzu isn't one to give up easily. Her stubbornness and determination drive the young woman to fight with all of her soul for what she believes in. She takes no shit from anyone. It is clear what God she takes after more.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{B I O G R A P H Y} _{The Ito family has been are no strangers to the Gods of Olympus. Many of the women, and the rare man, have been blessed with Clear Sight. Long before his time, Suzaku's ancestor, an Onna-Bugeisha, met a man like no other. A man that she could see was no man but a God of War. Their love affair resulted in a little girl with the same ability as her mother. The little girl grew up to be a fierce and brave Onna-Bugeisha, just like her mother. Since then, the Ito family have known of the legacy of their ancestor, and the matriarchs of the family have kept the katana and wakizashi gifted to his daughter, Shige, as a family relic. Suzaku was one of the rare males born into the Ito legacy with the Clear Sight. While the stories of the great Onna-Bugeisha Shige had been muddled over time, one thing stayed clear through all the generations- Gods were real, and they had blessed the Ito family. Skeptical at first, Suzaku Ito worked and lived in Hell's Kitchen, New York. He was a world-renowned chef working at the first restaurant his family had opened in the States. Imanas Tei. They were known overseas in Japan and Europe for their take on home-cooked Japanese meals with the added twist of luxury. It was a hit for mortals and Gods alike. His skepticism drove the man to comfort one of the strange-looking men that came into his restaurants every Friday night. That man, or God, turned out to be Hermes. Taken back and impressed by the forwardness of Suzaku, Hermes became interested in the man. Their relationship started like any other, with the bonus that Suzaku's new boyfriend was a fucking Olympian God! Two years later, Suzaku met the second love of his life, a beautiful daughter he named Anzu. Suzaku took his new daughter back to Osaka, Japan, where the rest of his family lived. There he was able to raise the young daughter of Hermes surrounded by all the matriarchs of the Ito family. Train her in the Onna-Bugeisha ways and allow her to become the warrior the Ito family had been known for in the past. Around the age of 13, Suzaku and the rest of the family finally sat down with Anzu and finally told her the truth. They sent her back to the states with only what she could carry in her back and the two swords that once belonged to Shige. Anzu had to fight her way through the island until she finally arrived at the gates of the camp. Once she set foot in there, she was officially claimed by Hermes.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{D E M I G O D I N F O} _{C A B I N} _{Cabin Six ⧿ Hermes, Messenger of the Gods} _{R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S} _N/A _{W E A P O N S} _{● Katana made of Stygian Iron passed down by her father to her. No magical disguise. ● Wakizashi a shorter Japanese word, accompanied with the Katana. ● War fan she made when she was 15.} _{A B I L I T I E S} _{Superhuman Speed :} _{Because she is a daughter of Hermes, Anzu has the ability of superhuman speed, making her faster than any other demigods. Fast, nible, and agaile Anzu uses this ability the most when in a fight.} _{Theft and Minupulation :} _{Her father's gifts allow her to be a master thief, this extends to her ability to be sneaky. If she is ever in trouble, Anzu is able to lie and manipulate her way out of trouble. She's not afraid to lie her way through life, in fact, she loves it so much it has become as easy as breathing to her.} _{Alchemy :} _{Skilled with potion making, Anzu could brew up all sort of potions with the right ingridients. She's a fast learner when it comes to alchemy, but she rarely pursues the practice.} _{Telekinesis: :} _{Anzu has the ability to move objects with her mind, but using this ability for a long time leaves her drained. She's known to use this ability to trip people, pull chairs, and just mess with others in general.} _{Legacy Related Abilities :} _{Due to the legacy with Ares, Anzu has a limited control and invulnerability to fire.} ____________________________________________________________________________ _{O T H E R} _{Face Claim: Fernanda Ly \| #d998a0} _{Anzu knows how to speak English, Japanese, and Greek.} _{She loves to cook.} _{Anzu is a skilled and deciplined fighter.} _{She knows how to play various instruments, including the sanshin and koto.} _{Likes to teach her pet rat commands. Fo far she knows around 7 commands.}

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Location: The Big House => The Cabins - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Tyler Rumancek (@Moro), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), and Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).

"Erin, wait up!"

"..n-no..!"

Shaking her head, quickly, Erin pressed on. Pushing herself just that little bit faster as she hurried away from the Big House, and the freak of a redhead that lived in the attic. The ranga bitch was worse than vermin; and she had her doubts that even an exterminator could rid them of the pest that had sent Gods knew how many people straight into the face of danger. For what end though, she didn't know. What she did know, however, was that she didn't want to stop. What was the point in doing that..? It just defeated the whole purpose of what she was actually trying to achieve, which, at that very moment, was to keep going on the path she was currently travelling on. Distance was all that mattered. Putting one foot in front of the other was the only sure way to escape to the safety that came with her cabin. Hell, if there was a way for her to escape responsibility altogether, she'd fucking take it. Though... she was pretty sure that her current persuers wouldn't allow that to happen...

..stupid meddling assholes... they were worse than Scooby-Doo...

Stopped dead in her tracks mid-step, the gentle warmth of another's hand taking hold of hers enough to catch hold of her attention, Erin turned it back and over her shoulder. Her long locks of dark hair whipping across as she drew her gaze up to meet with that of the man that had managed to catch up. Her darkly painted lips parting ever slightly from one another; her eyes continued to glisten with tears that had both fallen and were left unshed. Leaving her glad, only slightly, that she'd long ago switched to water-proof mascara. The last thing she needed was to look anymore pathetic and weak in front of them than she already did. It was already killing her to know that they saw her in such a vulnerable state, but... why..? Why couldn't they just understand..? All she wanted to do was disappear... She'd seen that dark place- she'd been there before, and now, all she wanted was to greet it again in peace. To not have such a big circus made out of the fact that, for her, it was the end. She'd always known anyway that she was destined to be alone... what was the difference if she was left alone in that dark place that not only robbed you of all your senses, but that also replaced it with paralizing fear..?

Hell... that place was an old friend for her...

"..S-Spence..."

"I don't know what that oracle told you, but are you really just going to give up like that? Accept death like it's a minor inconvenience that you can't escape from?"

"..I-..." But her words were cut short before she'd even had the chance to really get them out. His own words drawing across and drowning out her soft voice; and the longer he went on, the worse she felt. Her heart sinking in her chest; guilt riddled her from the core out. Clawing at her insides, and the fresh onslaught of tears that overflowed just couldn't seemed to be helped. He was calling her out... and-... As the very sound of her full name being used, mixed with a tone that was so full of determination- so full of conviction, Erin dropped her head. Her eyes shutting tightly as she looked away. She wasn't like him- she wasn't like any of them. They were all so strong... so how could he claim that she was, when it was more than clear that she wasn't..? That at any moment, she felt like her knees were going to give way, and she was going to collapse in on herself. She'd known from the begginning that it would break her... that all this was just too good to be true...

"They thought you were weak and easy to pin the blame on... in fact they are probably betting you would fail, give up, go sit in a corner and die like you're doing right now in order to sweep the mess they've gotten themselves in under the rug. So do yourself a favor... go on this quest and prove them that it is a grave mistake to bet against a daughter of the underworld."

"..I-... I-I'm not-..."

"He's right, Erin. You're not alone. Not anymore. You have us, and we will help you."

Lifting her head back up Kyrin's voice hit her ears, drawing for her attention, she met her gaze to his. She wasn't stupid, she knew exactly what he'd see. The fear- the absolute terror sitting quietly just behind her eyes; slowly taking its time to erode away more and more of the woman she used to be. The one she'd been so open and honest with him about... the one he understood. And it was like he was reading her mind before the thoughts even had time to form in her own conscience.

"It's okay to be afraid."

It was okay to be afraid... Yeah... she was afraid. For the love of Zeus; she was downright scared shitless. It had the normally steady beat of her heart surpassing the natural beat; and the fear itself was doing strange things to her. She herself, was shutting down, in the worst of ways and she knew that; but the fear... the fear had her awake. Alert and on edge, and in a place she'd never wanted to go back to ever again. It was taunting her, and it would just continue to do so until, in one way or another, the whole situation came to a head, "..I-I don't want to die..."

Hand slipping from Spencer's hold, confussion adding to the already vast mix of emotions that were playing out both mentally and physically with her rather susceptible state, Erin's attention was drawn up. Her dark eyes following the familiar line of her cousin's figure; her darkly painted lips parting slightly at the seam as she met and held his gaze. And for once, she didn't bother to hide the fact that she might have been happy, even if the tiniest bit, to see him- she couldn't bring herself to do it. She just... didn't have the energy, "..Grey..."

"Sorry guys, but I really must insist on agreeing with Kyrin. It's prob'ly best we go somewhere private to talk. This out-in-the-open business is only going to make matters worse for her. Just the few of us is enough,"

The nudge, however gentle it was, was enough to get her feet moving underneath her; though his steady arm resting heavily over her shoulders for support - whether hers or his own, she wasn't sure - had her continuing over the path that led the remainder of the way back to her cabin. Movement catching in the corner of her eye, however, had her attention falling away as she glanced to her side. Noting now that, as the group continued to move, it seemed to also grow as Elias' figure had appeared among the escort she'd managed to pick up. Her stomach twisted sickeningly as her mind drew back to her very first day in the camp. The similarities were astounding- hell... Greyson had been apart of that envoy too... when she'd been handed over to the demigods at the boarder...

"Come on, Erin. Let's get you back to your cabin, love."

Gods, she felt sick...

Hand lifting, pure muscle memory at this point as her mind continued to dwell on memories she'd rather leave burried deep and locked away, Erin was the first, aside from her cousin to cross the threshold. The door left wide for the others as she shuffled towards the lounge. Letting her gaze wander for a moment, it was the soft though familiar bubbling of her kettle drawing to a boil that had her looking towards the kitchen, and the familiar figure that stood in it. Once more being bugged by her cat, however, as Salem caught wind that his owner had returned, the feline dropped silently from the counter. Rather quickly closing the gap between them before rubbing it's face against the side of her leg; moving then onto the others that she'd brought with her with curiosity.

"..I-... w-we have guests... many... guests..."

In ♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted) → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Okay.... last character (besides by part-time Satyr that I'll be bringing in soon!). @Vicier .. 



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Ｈａｙｄｅｎ　Ａｌｅｘａｎｄｅｒ　Ｍｏｒｇａｎ
"If it doesn't burn a little, then what's the point of playing with fire?"


Ｇｅｎｅｒａｌ　Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

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Name:
Hayden Alexander Morgan

Nicknames:
"Hay, HayHay... like the stupid chicken from Moana," Hayden rolls his eyes. "Xander, HAM, Pumba, Mufasa.. Thunder from Down Under... take your pick."

Gender:
Male

Age:
21-years-old

Birthday:
February 20th

Nationality:
Australian-Spanish

Place of Origin:
Victoria; Australia

Distinguishing Features:
The fact that Hayden is 6'1" with a beard and a lion's mane for hair.. how could you miss him?



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Relationship Status:
Single, he intends to keep it that way for now. "There's work to be done."

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Partner:
N/A

Ex-Partners:
Isaura Larsen

Father:
Hephaestus, god of forges, fire, technology, craftsmen, sculptors, volcanoes, and blacksmiths.

Mother
"I don't want to talk about it."

Siblings:
⤲ Ky' vie Morgan; full-sister
⤲ Corona Talos; half-sister

Legacy:
Ullr; Norse God of sports, games, skill, hunt and duel.

Pets:
Hayden has a wolfdog by the name of Lady. She is a few years old.

Other:
Hayden always wears this necklace with the double-sided axe charm. Never takes it off. It was a gift.



Ｄｅｔａｉｌｅｄ　Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐ　Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

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۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.


۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.



Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ　Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

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Personality:
Hardworking ⤲ Disciplined ⤲ Honorable ⤲ Fair ⤲ Good-natured ⤲ Goofy ⤲ Modest ⤲ Stoic ⤲ Stubborn ⤲ Fiery ⤲ Neurotic

Hayden is a huge teddy bear of a guy. He has a soft side, and will be very affectionate to those he loves and cares for either in words or through his actions. He's a huge dork, and isn't afraid to show off his nerdy side, just like his sister who he may or may not have had a heavy influence on growing up. If a task is put in front of him, he will work at it till it's done without hardly any breaks in between. As much as Hayden likes to try remaining the calm, collected older sibling, sometimes he loses that side of him. Typically he tries to take his frustrations out on dummies in the training arena rather than going up against someone, because he's actually quite afraid of what he's capable of. Hayden has no issue putting his weapons and the skills he possesses to wield them against enemies, but he's afraid of potentially hurting someone he really cares about. On another side, Hayden can also be very childish in the sense of being a huge goofball. He likes taking life lightly, though he knows when to get serious when it's necessary.

Likes:
✔ Norse mythology
✔ Gaming; PC, console
✔ Horseback riding
✔ Working in the forge
✔ Animals
✔ Sports
✔ Large trucks
✔ Wolves
✔ Dragons
✔ Beer, from time to time
✔ Rock, Alternative, Pop and Country Music
✔ Disney movies ("don't judge me!")
✔ Coffee
✔ Food of any kind, but steak being a favorite
✔ Making custom works for campers, especially the newbies
✔ People who attempt to underestimate him
✔ Kids, and the thought of one day having some of his own
✔ Star Wars, The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings, Son of Anarchy, Game of Thrones, How to Train Your Dragon (thanks Tyler!)

Dislikes:
✘ Being rushed
✘ Ungrateful people
✘ Frozen (the movie)
✘ Instructions (builds things without them)
✘ Being told he can't do something
✘ Dubstep music
✘ Sewing, but he can
✘ Ares, and his kids.. most of them, anyway
✘ People neglecting the cleaning of their weapons
✘ Kids being scared of him cause he's a mountain of a dude

Biography:
See Ky' vie's bio for background history.



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Cabin:
Number Nine

Responsibilities:
⤲ Camp Blacksmith
⤲ Horse/Pegasus Farrier

Status:
Full-Time Camper

Abilities:
⤲ Pyrokenisis
⤲ Technokinesis
⤲ Killer Instincts

Form:
N/A

Weapons:
⤲ A Throwing Axe he keeps on a belt at all times
⤲ 2 Leviathan Axes, one with a shorter handle than the other. Primary choice.
⤲ A fire sword he created with Hiccup from HTTYD and Beric from Game of Thrones in mind. No name for it, so far. He's played with the idea of gifting it to Tyler Rumancek since the kid loves HTTYD so much.
⤲ A Double-sided Axe he jokingly named Stormbreaker (after Thor's own double-sided axe in Avengers), doesn't use often, secondary choice.



Ｄｅｔａｉｌｅｄ　Ａｂｉｌｉｔｙ　Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｔｉｏｎ

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° Pyrokenesis °

⤲ The rare ability allows the children of Hephaestus have control over fire, Hayden though has a much duller version of the ability than his younger sister Ky' vie does.


° Technokinesis °

⤲ As a child of Hephaestus, he can control and manipulate machines.


° Killer Instincts °

⤲ Having a legacy such as the Norse god Ullr, Hayden has acquired exceptional land-tracking skills and is very hyper-aware of his surroundings and things that are out of place. His reflexes are also quite sharp, as well.



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Weaknesses:
Hayden has a big heart, and often falls prey to allowing it to make decisions over his own mind.

Other:
⤲ Hayden owns a Dodge truck, and a motorcycle
⤲ This is Hayden's viking-inspired armor and helmet, both made with a Grey Wolf pelt. He also commissioned Brynn's armor for her, as well.

Theme Song:
Shepard of Fire by Avenged Sevenfold




Face Claim:
Brock O'Hurn

Color Code:
#FB9342


@Moro

..you already know this answer...

Pop him across..! The Heph girls need their big teddy of a brother <3

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