Vicier

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: Thanatos Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Erin Chase (@Vicier), & Spencer McNight (@Zenritch).}

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Was it too late to change her mind..?

Biting softly on her lower lip- nervously; Erin cast a glance back over her shoulder. The hood helping to shield her face from view as her dark gaze sought out the two figures that she'd just left behind. Anzu... Carlos... maybe she should have just said yes; hidden herself away in his cabin, even if for a small amount of time. Though with the sound of Brandon's voice echoing in her mind, and simply knowing herself; she knew that putting this off wasn't exactly an option. If she did... then she'd just refuse to go. It wasn't as if she'd been lying when she'd said that if she put it off, she'd change her mind on the whole quest to save her life thing.

Mind returning back to the present as her feet slowed her to an eventual stop, her attention drew back around to her surroundings, and the realization that the cabin she'd come to wasn't even her own.

Thanatos...

Her heart sunk in her chest. Spencer and Dorian... they both wanted to go with her. That had been made painfully clear enough during the whole-... A heavy sigh passed out through her dark lips. That thing in her cabin..? Honestly, she wasn't even sure what to call it. An ambush..? No... that was too harsh. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop forward slightly. A single hand leaving the pocket of the hoodie, her fingers working to keep the sleeve pulled over her hand almost completely; it was before she even realized what was happening that she was knocking on the door with her knuckles. Gods... she was not looking forward to this... to any of it...

Dorian left his room door open while he packed a backpack for Erin's quest. He didn't bring many things to camp so he wasn't really expecting to bring much on the trip. Their destination was Italy and although he didn't care too much for American fashion trends you could never go wrong with shopping in Italy. If he was lucky he'd even leave with his own personal tailor.

His sword was sheathed on the bed next to the bag and he had some other items scattered around that he thought he might need. He was in the process of placing some snacks in a compartment when he heard the knock on the main Cabin door. It wasn't hard for him to guess who it was. Not many would suddenly knock on the door of Cabin Eighteen. But things were already changing around her. He had a cabin mate and that was something he thought would never happen. Erin must've left her room and saw that they had left and figured they were there waiting for her, but he wasn't expecting her to be ready so soon.

He stopped packing and stepped out into the hall and called out to his brother who was still in his room. "Spencer, I think Erin's at the door." He didn't wait for a response before descending down the stairs and into the main area to open the door.

Dorian reached for the doorknob before turning it and letting the morning light into the otherwise relatively dark cabin.

When the door was fully open he saw Erin in a hoodie that he didn't recognize as her own and wasn't exactly her size either. But that wasn't important. He had known her long enough to know when something was troubling her or on her mind. "Hey, E. Are you okay? I haven't finished packing yet but I'm more or less ready to go."

With nothing left to do than to wait for Erin to get herself ready, Spencer decided it was a good time to lie in bed for a bit. After all, they may not get the chance of enjoying a soft and comfortable place to sleep on for the next seven days. When it comes to quests, you need to make do with whatever you can get your hands on, be it a cheap motel room, or junk food for sustenance. He could remember in one of his quests, he and his best friend, Serena Vasquez, had to collect and boil rainwater due to how dire their circumstances had been. They also didn't have any place to sleep in aside from the flimsy, makeshift house they managed to build out of various pieces of rubbish and scrap metal lying around. You either adapt to your circumstances or you fail and for most demigods on quests, failure is never an option, much more so when you're a part of the legion.

Hearing the knocking on the cabin door, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who it was. Dorian only managed to confirm his suspicions. Grabbing his pack, he exited his room and made his way down the flight of stairs that led to the main hall where Dorian and Erin were already mid-conversation.

"Listen... as much as I hate to admit this, your cousin is right. You're still the one leading this whole operation and what I said back then was only a suggestion." He told the daughter of Hades in an apologetic tone before heaving a heavy sigh. In that short moment, he regained his composure and had now donned a calm, yet enthusiastic expression on his face.

"So, are we ready to leave? The sooner we find that bird, the sooner things can return to normal."

At the sound of the door opening, Erin turned her head back around. Her naturally plump lips parting ever slightly from one another as her gaze, just as dark as the color of her lipstick, fell upon the figure standing on the other side, "..D-Dorian, I-..." There were few people in her life that she could turn to- few people in the camp she felt that she could put her trust in enough to open up to, and Dorian was one of them. But seeing him now... hearing the words that he was speaking to her; it broke her heart, and all over again, she felt like crying. The familiar sting hitting her eyes, but this time she used the sleeve of Brandon's hoodie to quickly dash them away before they had a chance to form properly.

No more. She couldn't cry anymore..!

How was it even possible that she still had tears left..?

The sound of Spencer's voice cutting through the air; a sense of relief flooded through her, and once more, her attention was drawn back around. Her eyes, unable to settle on either guy for more than a few seconds at a time, flicked back and forth. Her voice soft, "..c-can I talk to you..? Both... of you... please..?"

The sound of Erin's voice momentarily caught Spencer off guard. Normally when the two of them talk, she sounded more confident, and sure of herself but now, the way she spoke felt like she was defeated, broken, and in pain.

With his own expression softening, Spencer motioned for the girl to enter their cabin. "Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I'll get us something to drink."

After seating Erin to the comfiest chair in the hall, he rushes to the kitchen to prepare some black tea for the 3 of them. After several minutes, he comes back and pours tea on the 3 mugs he brought with him. He also placed a bowl of sugar cubes and some milk on the table in case Erin wanted to have them with hers.

Having finished serving Erin and Dorian, Spencer takes a seat next to Erin before he began addressing her.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

Dorian had been pondering in silence during the couple of minutes it took Spencer to prepare them something to drink. This was the second time this morning tea had been used to start a conversation. He wondered just how much money the kids at Camp Half-Blood were pumping into the tea industry all on their own.

He sent several passing glances Erin's way starting to realize that whatever she wanted to talk to the two of them about wasn't going to be good. So when his brother returned and asked the question he was relieved as he couldn't wait much longer.

The smell of tea was once again overwhelming, and Erin was pulled back from her thoughts. She wasn't quite sure just when she'd entered the cabin, nor when she'd been urged to take a seat, but it didn't really matter. Reaching out to take the cup as it was offered to her, all she could feel was gratitude towards the two guys in front of her; not that she'd ever really be able to voice that out loud though. Life was hard enough; throw 'please' and 'thank you' into the mix and it was a whole new ball game she wasn't sure her pride was going to survive. And fuck it all, 'sorry' and 'help' were on a whole other plane of existence...

Once more drawn back to the present at the sound of Spencer's voice directed towards her, Erin brought her gaze up. Her dark eyes flicking from one brother to the next, her hands curled a little tighter around the cup she held. Why was it so hard to say..?

"..the quest, I-... I need... help..."

Spencer's forehead creased when he heard Erin's attempt to ask them for help. She must have struggled so much just to force those words out of her mouth knowing how prideful she can be. That's why he had already offered to help her back then. That's why he kept spouting suggestions after suggestions back in her cabin. That's why he pushed her more than the others did to go on this quest and prove her condemners wrong. Spencer wasn't any good at offering her comfort because he is broken just as much as she is. However, he's the type of person that could offer her solutions to her problems instead.

"Well, I'm already packed and ready to go. Have you already picked who's coming? The prophecy says you can only bring five people with you, right?"

Five people... right. That was all she could bring; but even with that, it was enough to push her so far out of her comfort zone it wasn't funny. Gaze dropping, once more falling away from the both of them to instead return to the cup in her hand, Erin nodded her head lightly. Her voice soft as she spoke, no longer sure if she could look either of them in the eye with the answer she was about to give. Especially knowing that it wasn't one they would want to hear...

"..Brandon and... and Carlos... they've already said yes..." Biting her lower lip, she chewed on it for a moment before continuing, "..y-you, Spence... and Tyler... I still have to ask him... and-..."

She let her words trail off, the tightening of her hands around the cup causing the tea inside to quiver slightly. This was what she hadn't been looking forward to- even more than having to actually ask for help, it was worse was telling someone who desperately wanted to go... to help... that they couldn't come. She hadn't even said it out loud and already her heart was breaking...

Dorian could sense the silent air of tension surrounding Erin when Spencer asked if she had already picked who was coming. He was starting to get a pinching feeling in his gut.

He listened as she started to call of the names. Brandon and Carlos, the sons of Ares and Tyche. Brandon was someone who knew Erin more than he did and was a more than capable fighter so it was a given that he'd be selected for the quest. Carlos made sense as well. Spencer was named next and when the fourth name was called out he knew... He wasn't going to be fifth. His eyes tried to meet Erin's, but they were averted away down at her mug.

Dorian stood up and decided to speak for Erin who had been choking on the words. He didn't want to make it any harder on her. He could tell this decision was eating away at her. "I'm not going..." The words fully hit him as he said it. He wanted so badly to go, to be there to make sure Erin returned safely with the Dove, but instead he'd be sidelined. Not even sidelined. He was at the concession stand only being able to hope that everything was going well out there. But Dorian knew that she was in good hands. Spencer and Tyler would never let anything happen to her and the same went for Brandon. With Carlos she literally had luck on her side. But that one line of the prophecy crept from the back of his mind. She was going to be okay... Right?

As much as Spencer didn't like his younger half-brother, he kinda felt sorry for him. He must have taken the news hard seeing as how he was really looking forward to joining this quest and helping out Erin. However, quests are a set of guidelines that every demigod must heed to ensure that everything turns out as best as it could be. Going against the specified number of participants could spell consequences as little as minor inconveniences, to probably full on dooming everyone involved. For as much as there are demigods that have succeeded in their quests, there are more that have met their ends in theirs.

Erin's choices weren't a random bunch anyways, nor were they all from the entourage that tailed her to her Cabin. Despite being kind of an asshole, you can never go wrong with Brandon having your back in a fight. He wasn't blind to Tyler's feelings either. In fact, other than himself, the son of Hermes was probably the next person that wanted to protect Erin the most. Carlos boosts their chances of success just by being a walking good luck charm. And with his vast knowledge and experience in combat, Spencer was confident that he could protect not just Erin, but everyone in their party when shit hits the fan. While she hasn't exactly mentioned the fifth member, he was certain that it's going to be a well thought out decision like she has made so far.

"Cheer up, dear brother. This is only speculation, but if I'm the one who's soul will be taken in this quest, then better me than you, right? The favorite son is alive and well, while the prodigal son is... taken care of. It's like the trash taking itself out for our father, as well." Spencer pauses and chuckles softly. "Though I wouldn't count on biting the dust just yet. You just make sure to be there in order to welcome our Princess of Darkness when she returns" Spencer smiles and as he takes hold of Erin's hand and squeezes it gently in order to reassure her. "Scratch that... when we return... All of us."

"..I just-... I-I don't... want to lose you..." Even with the warm and gentle touch of Spencer's hand resting over her own; it wasn't enough to pull Erin from the way that she was currently feeling. Not after having just broken the heart of one of her closest friends. No... she knew for a fact that her mind was going to be dwelling on that for some time to come.

Dorian was silent. He didn't know how or what he felt right now. Before they had their conversation earlier Dorian might have been fine with Spencer being the one whose soul was lost, but his brother had already been through more than one person should. Then Erin said she didn't want to lose him and he felt the same way about her, which is why he wanted to go on the quest in the first place.

But now he just felt like they saw him as the weak one and okay he was a bit weaker than the average demigod, but he was able to hold his own. He wasn't just this vulnerable kid who needed protection from the world. "I don't want to lose you either, E. I... I can't lose you. So come back to me, okay? Promise me you'll all come back."

Eyes closing; Dorian's words only served to make her heart ache. And before she knew what she was doing, Erin was back on her feet. Hands free, having put the cup of tea she'd been nursing down on the coffee table; her arms wrapped tightly around the back of his neck. Her head dropping to bury against it. She didn't want to lose him- she couldn't lose him. But even as she tried to convince herself of that, she couldn't help but think that maybe... just maybe, she was making a mistake by choosing to not take him on the quest.

"..I-I'm sorry... I-... I'm so sorry..."

Dorian was caught just a bit off guard by Erin's hug, but he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her back and hold her close. He could tell this was hurting her more than it was hurting him and for her he'd put on the bravest front that he could. He'd hate to have her constantly wondering about him back here while she was all the way out there facing unknown perils.

He gently brushed his left hand down her hair as if he were trying to sooth her when she was the one trying to make him feel better. "It's okay... It's okay. I'll be fine here. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not mad at you. I could never be."

Spencer remained on his seat as he quietly watched the events transpire before him. Admittedly, he was just a little bit green with envy when Erin hugged Dorian but he also understood that the kid needed comfort right now. He understood what it felt like to be powerless to do anything, after all.

"I already swore on the five rivers that I'll protect Erin, even if it's the last thing I do. Don't worry, nobody is meeting their end on this quest. Not on my watch."

Letting the two share some time alone, Spencer grabbed his rucksack and exited the cabin. Sitting at one of the chairs on the porch, he grabs a pack of cigarretes from his pocket as well as a lighter. The said lighter had impressions on it that suggested it was ornately decorated at one point but had worn out and faded due to years of use. Only and engraving of what looked like a scythe and a hammer crossed together was what remained. Serena Vasquez was the first friend he made when he arrived at Camp Jupiter. He and the daughter of Vulcan have been through many misadventures in the past and he could truly say that she was the best friend he could ever have. But when he was condemned to Tartarus, he never even got to say goodbye. And since he ended up escaping almost a century later, he never ever will. The lighter she had given him after his first year at Camp Jupiter is the only thing he has left to remember her.

Gingerly opening the lighter's cover, he ignites a cigarette he had retrieved from the pack before taking a whiff from it. The memories of his life at the roman camp suddenly began flashing before him, both the good and the bad, before dissipating as soon as he exhaled the smoke. After the quest was over, he plans on confronting Octavia about her and tracking down where her final resting place was.

"I've already let down one woman, I'm not planning on adding another one to the list."

"..don't think you could, even if you tried..."

Fingers curling, entwining with Dorian's as she held his hand; Erin slowed to a stop as she passed through the front door of the cabin and back onto the porch. The small moment alone with the youngest son of Thanatos had been appreciated- something that, she was sure, the both had needed, but... she couldn't keep doing this. Putting it off was just going to make it so much worse when the time came that she had no other choice than to leave.

Dorian was hit with the sun's rays and a foul stench once he and Erin stepped out onto the porch.

His eyes and nose followed the source to see his brother sitting in one of the chairs and smoking a cigarette. Great. Just when he started to like the guy. But if Tartarus couldn't kill you those sticks wouldn't either.

"So I guess this is it. Crazy start to the summer. Met an older brother I never knew I had and now he and my best friend are going on a quest. Why do I have a feeling it's going to get even crazier from here?"

Kid had a point... she'd give him that.

Sighing softly, her hand never once leaving Dorian's; Erin however, did move. Drawing the both of them closer to where Spencer was sat, she perched herself on the arm of his chair. Her legs crossing, though the action was involuntary- a habit she'd grown into Gods knew how long ago. Years. Gaze falling to the cancer-stick that Spence hand in between his lips, lingering a moment, she drew her attention back out to the camp lain out in front of them. A cigarette sounded really fucking good right now. It was just too bad she'd left her pack in her cabin that morning.

"..yeah... I get the feeling you might be right about that, D..." Body leaning gently against the older son of Thanatos, she gave Dorian's hand another light squeeze; though this time, she maintained it. Holding on with a slight desperation as she spoke. Unable to really focus on anything really in front of her.

"..this is just the beginning..."

Sensing the arrival of both Erin and Dorian, Spencer quickly pocketed the lighter he had in hand. As much as he wanted to open up to the daughter of Hades, the feeling of sadness and guilt he had for not being there for his best friend after all these years made him reluctant to open up on that just yet.

Still, he remembered that Erin also smoked every once in a while so he casually slid a cigarette in her mouth and retrieved his lighter to light it up for her. Gods know that after stress and burden suddenly dropped on her today, she needed one of his special Eucalyptus-infused cigarettes to calm her down, even if for a little bit.

After he hid his lighter once again, he recalled that she hadn't mentioned the fifth member of their party. Placing an encouraging hand, he looks Erin straight in the eye and smiles reassuringly at her . "You haven't exactly mentioned member number five just yet, and something tells me that you have yet to make the necessary preparations for this quest." He repositioned his hand on her back and gave her a gentle nudge. "Go now, Erin. I'm sure my little brother understands why you chose to leave him out of this. Time is of the essence and we need to move as soon as we can. I'll be meeting you back in your cabin."

Right. There it was again.

'Time is of the essence and we need to move as soon as we can.'

Spencer was the second person to tell her that in the space of what felt like the longest hour of her life- but she could have been wrong. She hadn't exactly been checking the time as she'd been making the rounds of pick and choose with the other demigods of camp. Hand lifting, trapping the cigarette between her pointer and middle fingers, Erin drew in a deep breath. Allowing the smoke to fill her lungs and to linger a moment before she let it out. Forcing it to trickle out through her nostrils. The strong smell of eucalyptus overwhelming her senses.

Standing at his gentle urging, her hand slipping from Dorian's to instead return to the pocket of Brandon's hoodie, she nodded. Already leaning this way and that- pressing a soft kiss against the cheek of both boys, and mumbling a soft "..thank you..." before she began off. Returning the smoke to her mouth as she let her feet carry her back towards her own cabin.

Fuck, she hated packing...

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Squirms. I'll just pop this here...

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Jamie Walker, Child of Hermes

_{"𝒮𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓍.
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___________________________________ N A M E ∞ Jamie Walker A G E 14th of Feburary-Eighteen G E N D E R Gender Fluid S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Cairns, Brisbane, Australia N A T I O N A L I T Y Australian E T H N I C I T Y Australian ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5 feet 7 inches Weight: 128 lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Light Green Body Type: Slim Body Marks: ∞?Various Tattoos and Piercing ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single 🎓Hermes ( Father) 🎓Grace Alderman (Mother) L E G A C Y Dioynsus ]P E T S A bearded dragon named Billabong ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Pokemon ✔ Music ✔ "Geek" Shows and movies ✔ Dungeons and Dragons ✔ Video games ✔ Having fun D I S L I K E S ✘ Being alone ✘ Bullies ✘ Spiders ✘ Clowns ✘ not being able to help people he cares about ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Friendly♦ Angry ♦ tough♦ closed off ♦ Protective ♦determinded♦ lonely ♦ Jamie is quite conformable in her own body- he isn't easily ashamed, and instead she embraces that he is hot. in whatever body they choice to have for the day. She is comedically sarcastic towards others, always teasing and quick to laugher, Jamie isn't one to hurt others for her own gain. Perhaps this is because she has been hurt himself, for being who she is. And perhaps it is just the way they are wired. Either way, Jamie is always happy to help someone if they need it- whether through a crisis or just to have someone to hang out with, Jamie will always be there. While Jamie can be seen as not particularly intelligent, she is actually quite so. She enjoys sparring mentally, giving her a chance to exercise her effortlessly quick wit, and her rather broad accumlated knowledge base. She encourages others to challenge her, and if she doesn't know something, she will find the answers. He loves tearing others arguments apart and finding ways of turning peoples own words against them- and it isn't always for a deeper purpose ,sometimes it just for the simple reason that it is fun. Despite this outward exterior, the confident happy show, Jamie struggles with emotions. She is good at helping others deal with theirs, but when it comes to her own, Jamie struggles. She doesn't like anyone knowing, doesn't want to be seen as weak, but there are times when Jamie struggles to believe that she is worthwhile, that she has a place in the world- or that anyone would care if she was gone. During these times Jamie works extra hard to ensure that no one can see the pain within her, the struggle, because she does not wish to be a burden to those around her. Jamie struggles with his identity quite a bit, feeling like he has to change for everyone around him, so that he can fit in. Again, Jamie doesn't often let this show, preferring people to think he is alright. At times he wishes that someone could see the struggling within, and at others feels like there isn't really anything that can be done about it in any case. Despite their inward struggles, Jamie tries their best to ensure that those she cares about is well looked after, even if it takes all their strength to ensure that they are. Dedicated, loyal, trustworthy and lonely, Jamie is a complex package of bright and bubbly, and sad and alone. Tending to display the more happier side, Jamie silently deals with their issues. There are times where they just can't keep things in any longer, and during these times, Jamie tends to hide away, not letting anyone see the pain in side- not wanting to be a burden or to cause any fuss. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Born in Australia, Jamie spent the few several years of their life happily in Australia, loving the country she belonged to. However, when her mother had to move to America for work, Jamie had to as well. She struggled with the transition, missing her home land but eventually coming to accept the home he now had. Jamie didn't miss out on their fair share of teasing, of whether or not she rode a kangaroo to school back home, but Jamie didn't mind. There really was no point arguing with Ignorance- and she turned their words on them. Often she'd leave these encounters laughing his ass off. Then strange things began to happen. Doors unlocking... small wins here and there if it involved money... and then found and told what they were, Jamie eventually made her way to the camp. For a while they were a part time camper- until their mother was going to returning to Australia. While Jamie wanted to go back home, they knew that they'd be safer at camp- and with her mother having remarried and another child on the way, Jamie knew that they had to protect their family. Camp was the safest place for them. She has since gone back home a few times, to visit her mother and step father, and her younger half siblings, although they don't stay for long. Jamie nevertheless does what they can for her family. Jamie has contemplated a few times going home, although Jamie doesn't consider it an option. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Six- Hermes cabin Y E A R S AT C A M P Two years part time, three years full time. F A T A L F L A W TBA ? W E A K N E S S ☠ Doesn't have a good poker face: Despite having inherited the thievery success of their father, Jamie is a terrible lair. ☠ Depression, anxiety and panic attacks: Despite their happy exterior, Jamie suffers from depression, as well as anxiety and severe panic attacks. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ? W E A P O N S A sword named Oathbringer A B I L I T I E S 🔥 Money Manipulation: Jamie can manipulate money and the stock markets- and does this not for personal gain but to help others. 🔥 Clauditiskinesis: Jamie can sense the internal structure and mechanisms of any lock they touch, and is always able to make it unlock. They can do this telekinetically. 🔥 Enhanced Thievery:: Jamie has a way of stealing things without others knowing. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Has a reversible Octopus plush that is coloured pink and blue, given to her by her brother Tyler, so that Tyler can know Jamie's gender on any given day. None T H E M E S O N G Changes Face Claim: | #DA70D6 Keirsey Clemons

@MarshiestMallow

Accepted honey..!
Pop them across into the character section, and when you're ready, you can post them in :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

My queen is ready. I'll start on her bio after she's approved.

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______________________________________	Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris

Alina Kim, Daughter of Iris

_{"Face it. You chased the rainbow and found gold."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Alina Leora Kim A G E February 22, 19 G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual. Hello Rainbow P L A C E O F O R I G I N Honolulu, Hawaii N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Black, Korean, and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'7 Weight: 155 lbs Hair: Whatever color she wants it to be. Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: Crescent Moon tatoo behind her left her. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single F A M I L Y Mother: Goddess Iris Father: Michael Kim L E G A C Y Isis; and because of this Alina is sometimes considered cold and calculating. Her connection to Isis also gives her access to magic and the knowledge of Divine Words. P E T S She has a brown Pegasus with green hair gifted to her by her mother named Urian ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Herself ✔ Camp; she'll never admit it but she considers this place home. ✔ Candy or any kind of sweet. Is known to take candy bribes. ✔ Nature ✔ Naps ✔ Music ✔ Reading D I S L I K E S ✘ Loud noises and people. ✘ Swimming. She's an excellent swimmer. She just doesn't like getting herself and her hair wet. ✘ Anyone that would dare hurt the people she cares about. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Smart ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Loyal ♦ Fun ♦ Protective ♦ Lazy ♦ Ambivert ♦ Strong-Willed Alina is what you would imagine a cat would be if they were human. She comes off as lazy and selfish, but genuinely does care about others. She just puts her own interests before anyone else's. But when her family is in actual need she's willing to drop everything to help them. She considers the others at camp her family. She's normally very calm, but is quick to be annoyed. You don't want her to get angry. Hulk and Talon are nothing compared to her if you push her that far. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Seventeen - Iris, Goddess of Rainbows Y E A R S AT C A M P Seven F A T A L F L A W Even though she swears she looks out for number one she's actually a big softie and will put her life on the line for her family. F O R M When pushing herself or using more of Isis' influence Alina forms green-ish blue fairy-esque wings on her back. It gives her the ability to fly as well as increasing the power of her magic. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Cabin Councilor W E A P O N S A celestial bronze Egyptian Dagger named Tear of the Nile A B I L I T I E S Photokinesis: Alina has the ability to manipulate and produce light. With this she can create light constructs, beams, and form rainbows. She can also cast illusions by manipulating light and enhance them with her magic. Mystiokinesis: Alina has the ability to cast and manipulate magic. She sometimes uses it in tandem with her Photokinesis. Divine Words: Alina has knowledge of every Divine Word and has the ability to use them. However she can only use three Divine Words a day. Any attempt to use more would drain her life force. Polyglot: Although she only learned how to read, write, and speak in Greek, Korean, Hawaiin, and English she has the unnatural ability to understand and speak any language she hears or sees. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Alina is an excellent artist, but doesn't actively practice it. However she does like to draw or paint something significant that happened at camp that summer or year. She has a wand that she sometimes uses for spells. She enjoys the theatrics of it. She's just flipping awesome. T H E M E S O N G Superman (It's Not Easy) Face Claim: Tati Gabrielle | #E137E3

@King Kindred

Finally a child of rainbows..! xD
Pop her across hun, and feel free to post her in when you're ready to do so

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After a week, I am finally done with them! Pleas let me know if I should change anything! ^^

Makisig Batista Child of Eris

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___________________________________ N A M E Makisig Batista "Maki" A G E April, 14th, 17 G E N D E R Non-Binary S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual E T H N I C I T Y Filipino - Shawnee H O M E T O W N Manila - The Philippines ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'7" Weight: 140lbs Hair: Curly, Brown Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Thicc Body Marks: N/A Aesthetics: ●, ● ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Current: N/A Past: TBD F A M I L Y Father - Yohaan Batista Mother - Eris, Goddess of Chaos Step-Mother - Estella Batista Siblings - Lennon Fen(demigod sibling) Andrea Maria Batista Angel Jose Batista L E G A C Y Hephaestus P E T S N/A ___________________________________

"Get my pretty name out of your mouth We are not the same with or without" ____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Owning plebs on CoD ✔ Colecting nice rocks from the beach ✔ Drawing people in funny clothes ✔ Chilling by the practice range to mess with people ✔ Partying, they love to throw it back ✔ Pastries, they are a sucker for strawberry filled anything ✔ Tea, literal and figurative tea ✔ Painting their nails all sorts of clashing colors. ✔ Rebelling against the big man D I S L I K E S ✘ Rules and orders ✘ Hospitals, too clean and they smell weird... ✘ Peanutbutter, they are allergic to peanuts ✘ Reading, like, no thank you. Audio books all the way. ✘ Knitting, they'll knitt for their friends ✘ Being ignored ✘ Scorpions ✘ Authority, fuck the big man! ✘ Confronting their own fears, nah they good. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventurous | Confident | Shameless | Flexible | Active | Creative | Impulsive | Mishievous Known to never back down from an adventure, Maki is determined to do what their heart tells them to; chaos. They are fueled by the ambition to become the bringer of chaos to Camp Half-blood, and there is nothing that could stop them. Maki has trouble making real connections with people stemming from the neglect they have yet to process since they were small. They are a somewhat secretive person when it comes to their childhood but have no trouble over sharing their feelings with others. They are quick to make friends and are not shy one bit. Maki loves to flirt or just be straight forward with people by telling others how they feel. A picture to perfectly describes Maki would be that smug cat picture with a knife pointed at them. Will rewrite this in the near future. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Yohaan Batista was a wealthy investor living in Quezon City, Philipines, met a young woman while on a trip to Manila for a business trip leaving behind his wife Estella and their young daughter Andrea. While the small family was no stranger to these sorts of trips, this one would be one that Yohaan would come to regret later in his life. Yohaan stayed in one of the many hotels near Manila's heart. The trip was supposed to only go for a few days, but a deal was struck between investors, and he had to stay another week. It was during those extra few days that he met a woman by the name of Ruby Santos. She claimed to be a lawyer for a CEO of some tech company in Manila. Their affair was a quick one. Both of them knew that they wouldn't see each other again after their business trip was over. And it was true. Yohaan returned that Friday to Quezon to his wife and child. He never thought of what he had done that week with that woman ever again. Better to forget than to dwell on the past. That was until that same woman showed up at his home with a bundle of little chaos wrapped in her arms. Claiming that she could not care for the child, she decided to leave the baby with the father. Estella didn't take the news well. How could she? Her husband had been unfaithful to her and had bared a child with another. Their daughter was already four-year-old, and Estella was expecting another child. For the most part of Maki's early childhood was spent in the neighbor's home. An older woman by the name of Althea took care of them while their step-mother went out with her kids to the park. Maki never really complained; they preferred being with Althea than to be entirely ignored by Estella. Andrea and Angel weren't that bad of siblings. Andrea was friendly to Maki when her mother wasn't paying attention. The five-year-old didn't know that Maki wasn't her real sibling, and if she did, she didn't care. Angel was still a baby, but he would smile every time he would see Maki walk into the room. The only problem was Estella. She would always neglect Maki when Yohaan was out during work, and even then, Yohaan didn't care for Maki. They were a reminder of his infidelity, his mistake. Makin was around ten years old when their abilities began to present themselves to them. Estella kept complaining that Maki wouldn't obey her that they would always make a mess. Maki didn't like keeping their clothes arranged or the few toys they had neatly stacked by the corner. No, Maki enjoyed the chaos. It made them feel like they belonged. Estella didn't like this one bit and would often complain to Yohaan, resulting in heated arguments. Maki didn't really care for these arguments. If it were up to them, Maki would rather leave this house. That night the argument had been so heated that Estella burst into Makin's room and dragged them out to the living room in front of Yohaan. She would point out how she looked nothing like Yohaan, how could he be so sure that Maki was his child. Insults were thrown at them and at each other. Maki got so fed up that they finally let out a scream in frustration. Things around them began to fly outwards, windows were broken, and lights flickered. Later that week, Maki's mother showed up again. Without explanation or goodbye, she took them away. Estella was out and Yohaan was at work, so when they came back they found the home empty. Maki never heard of them again. Maki arrived at the camp at the age of twelve and have lived there since then. Since their first day at camp, they have not heard of their mother, not that they mind much. Maki is used to parental figures being a letdown. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-One ⧿ Eris, Goddess of Chaos R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Bringer of Chaos and Destruction, nah they just chill. W E A P O N S ● A belt/sword/whip they made recently. ● Spear they also made. A B I L I T I E S Chaotic Chain : Maki is able manipulate chance and probability by creating a chain reaction of chaos. For example, they can kick or move something that will eventually effect someone else, be it in a negative or positive way. They have yet to master this skill, but Maki is determined to be the bringer of chaos. Charmspeak : Maki is able to manipulate the emotions of a small group of beings into irrational anger or confusion. This only lasts for a few minutes at a time. Storm of Strife : Everything within a radius of Maki eveyrthing begins to change, warp, or break. The effects are random, but typically powerful and can stretch over a wide area depending upon the amount of energy put into it, the larger the field, the more energy it Maki. They can use Storm of Strife to disrupt situations and could get out of control easily. Technokinesis : Due to their Legacy, Maki is able to control and manipulate technology. From simple constructs to complicated machinery and technology. While their ability is weaker than the children of Hephaestus Maki is still considered pretty skilled. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Makin loves to gossip. They are known to spread rumors without a care in the world. A bit of a slut for food, Maki is known to suck up to anyone that will give them well-seasoned food. Known for their pranks, Maki is always seen around the Hecate cabin with Valeria. Maki isn't afraid to start a fight with anyone who calls them a guy or girl on purpose. You will get your ass kicked. Maki develops crushes easily, and multiple at the same time. Loves instigating fights, drama, and anything to entertain themselves. Face Claim: Jack Pililaau | #708090

@Metztli

Accepted hun; camp is definitely going to be a little more chaotic with them around... x'3
Pop them across and feel free to post for them when you're ready

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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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).}

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"Not at the expense of your own safety, no. I swear, the next time you get seriously hurt from your little stunts, I'll have Spencer give you a healing bath out of Phlegethon fire water."

It was an involuntary response- she retched. Her hand leaving its place down at her side long enough that she could partially cover her mouth, though the meaning behind the action was clear enough. That was not an option that she was a fan of; even so much as thinking of it had her wanting to barf up her breakfast. The mere idea of vomiting itself was disgusting, but even still, she'd rather that than deal with the stench of bathing in the waters that ran deep through the very depths of Tartarus. There was seriously nothing at all appealing about the idea, "..argh... please don't. I'd rather go swimming in the river Styx, than bathing in that crap."

"Anyways, I'm glad you two are fine. With the mood at camp right now, a bit of good news is quite refreshing to be honest."

"Hey, Arthur, and yeah, it is good news that they are both fine. Given with... what is happening. A nice change of pace, really, and I hope that everything goes well for her sake."

Right. There was that too. The frown etching itself into her features as all hint of amusement disappeared, Octavia fell silent. Her arms coming together, crossing over the front of her chest as she once more seemed to lose herself in thought. Erin Chase... She knew the girl, sure; as well as she might have liked..? Not really. The daughter of Hades was one of those few in the camp that she hadn't quite worked out how to deal with, even after living in the same place for so many years. She was one who liked her solitary life, and those who had managed to crack through the hardened walls she put up, she couldn't deny she had respect for them. They'd figured it out where she herself couldn't; but even still, it didn't change anything. Was she capable of committing the crime her father had accused her of..? Most definitely. Had she..?

That answer remained to be seen.

A heavy sigh passing out through her nostrils, eyes closing as she allowed herself to dwell on the situation now she her head was clear of her anger; she eventually shifted. Her arms falling back down to her sides after a time, and her gaze returning to the two men in front of her. It wasn't in her place to lay judgement on the girl they were placing faith in, all she could do was trust that the culprit, whoever it was, would eventually be brought to justice.

The brush of fur against the side of her neck catching her attention, Octavia shot a glance out the corner of her eyes. The sight of the creature she'd almost completely forgotten about still perched on her shoulder causing her frown to deepen. There were things she needed to think on... she couldn't do that with the threat of an Apollo child chasing after the fuzz-ball. Reaching across, once more picking it up by the scruff of its neck, letting it dangle in the air for a moment, she handed it over. Placing it into Zane's hands with a nod, "..look after this. I have things I need to do. And again, you have my gratitude for healing me."

Nodding her head towards him first, doing the same to the son of Selene, both out of respect; Octavia began her retreat. Back turning to them after a few steps, and once it had, she made her way out the building and into the fresh air of the camp. Fuck, she needed a damn shower....

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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

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Siena Amara De Luca, Daughter of Deimos

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

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____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Gaming ✔ Comics ✔ Music ✔ Playing piano ✔ Nature walks ✔ Reading (Fantasy Fiction) ✔ Homemade meals ✔ Gaming (PC, Console, Handheld) ✔ Quiet company ✔ Stargazing ✔ Bonfires ✔ Cold nights, cuddling in bed ✔ Binging movies/shows ✔ Sewing ✔ Helping people ✔ Singing ✔ Self-depricating humor ✔ Photography D I S L I K E S ✘ Being interrupted or ignored ✘ Most of today's music ✘ Shopping ✘ Getting complimented ✘ Birds ✘ Long nails ✘ Stormy weather ✘ Even numbers ✘ Letting people down ✘ Extreme negativity ✘ Seeing people sad ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Adventerous ♥ Curious ♥ Good-natured ♥ Playful ♥ Tomboy ♥ Emotional ♥ Assertive ♥ Naive ♥ Easily Discouraged Will flesh out better later, as well! ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Will be writing up soon when I get the inspiration. First, relations, tonight! ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty-Six; Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Y E A R S AT C A M P Less than one; no beads Full-time Camper. F A T A L F L A W ♥ Siena gets attached to people very fast. W E A K N E S S ♥ Lactose intolerant. ♥ Has slight pollen allergies. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ♥ Cabin Counselor W E A P O N S None of her own. A B I L I T I E S Odikinesis: As the child of the god of personal fear, panic and rout, Siena can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. ♥ Persona Worst Fear Generation: Siena has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, Siena can only do this to one person at a time. ♥ Terror Generation: She has the ability to bring terror to a large crowd, in the way her father once brought a large sea monster that served to scare many mortals. Shapeshifting (limited): Siena can change her appearance and form to people or animals. The power is limited, as she has to know a lot about the being she changes herself into. The better she knows it, the stronger the shift is. Typically is only an ability that she can conjure in the midst of battle, as well. It is not a leisure ability. Umbrakinesis: She has control over darkness and shadows for various uses. Shadow Travel: She can use shadows as a way of transportation. However, great distances tend to wear her out. ♥ Darkness Generation (Has not discovered): She can solidify shadows to shoot bolts of darkness, form virtually impenetrable shields, and surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of lightless space. ♥ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): She can use shadows to cover herself in darkness to become invisible. ♥ Vitakinesis (limited): She can heal minor injuries to herself or others by using darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Most platforms, her handle is ZeldaxLove04. Siena likes to stream on Twitch with her friends. Broadcasts on Thursday nights. Sienna was lucky enough to have Hayden make some armor for her. After her first game of Cap the Flag in the basic armor, seeing everyone else donning their cool, custom-made armor sets... Siena had to have one too. Siena loves to sing and play the piano. She has a great singing voice, and really enjoys just about any kind of music but piano melodies are her favorite. She doesn't like even numbers. Her favorite number is 333 (3 3's) but any odd numbers are acceptable in her eyes. For some reason just has a slight discomfort with even numbers... Siena tends to keep her nails cut short. When they're grown out, she will chew on them when she becomes stressed or anxious. Likes to keep them short to avoid damaging her nails. Sienna knows how to speak Italian, Ancient Greek, English and elvish...yeah, that's right. Girl geeked out on Lord of the Rings hardcore and went and taught herself the elvish language. T H E M E S O N G Scars to Your Beautiful Face Claim: Christina Grimmie (R.I.P. <3) | #77DD77

@Moro

You already know she's good in my books..! Pop her across and you can post for her when you're ready hun :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: Hephaestus Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Each other.}

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"Nope..!"

Samuel paused then, however. His head drawing to a light tilt as his eyes narrowed; his thoughts returning back to the orange ball of fur that awaited him back in the Hephaestus cabin. Well... at least he hoped that Riley was still in the cabin, and not running around with Lady and Lumi again. Sure they were all technically part of the canis family, and despite the varying breeds an odd-ball pack had been formed between them and some of the other canines in the camp. They had their own little family going. It was actually rather adorable to watch.

Forgetting just where it was that he was originally going with his thoughts, Samuel brought his attention back down to the woman he was walking with. Giving her a light shake of his head as his gaze turned to the path they were taking, "Well, I mean; sometimes he acts like a cat. Sits on the back of the couch and watches Ky preparing food in the kitchen... jumps on top of the kitchen table and Hayden's dresser for some reason. He really seems to like it up there. Pushes his hair products off the top of it with his nose."

Lifting his free hand up with a smirk, he tapped lightly against the tip of his nose a couple of times before settling again.

"But, nah... Riley is a warrigal-..." Blinking, Samuel looked back down at her as he clarified; using the other, and more well-known name for the creature, "A dingo. They're a wild dog that's native to Australia. An' despite what ya heard; I give my word, he don't eat no babies."

Niesha watched, a little bemused, as she waited for Samuel to figure out just what he was doing. He had confused her- she was certain that he had said cat, but she could have been wrong- and Niesha wasn't well-versed in that type of emotion. Oh, sure, reading when they were kids was confusing, but she generally knew things. This, however... Niesha was trying to figure out how a cat could not be a cat. It was like that meme she was certain someone had shown her in the camp of the guy looking a little blank trying to figure out complex problems.

His clarification of it was perhaps reasonable, although Niesha was still a bit bemused by it. Still, she could understand. Sometimes there was just so much in their minds, and everything wanted to come out at once. It did make for some wild choices in cooking, she had to admit, but there had been some fun results. Or in tactical designs... Michael was the better one out of them for buildings designs, but she'd played around too when ideas just wanted out.

"Warrigal. That's the proper term for dingos, I'm guessing." That was certainly interesting. "Do people really believe the baby thing?" she wondered, "Perhaps she just likes to annoy him?" She added, her mind stuck on the classic cat like move. She was certain that cats just liked to be bastards and knock things over for fun and because they knew it was annoying. If cute.

"Canis lupus dingo... or just Canis dingo- that's the actual scientific name for them." Nodding his head thoughtfully, a small, though nevertheless stupid smile playing over his lips, Samuel gave a gentle squeeze of her shoulders. Shooting a glance down at her, though his attention was drawn away as he caught movement in the corner of his eyes. His gorgeous blues flicking over and ahead of them, following the figure of one his best mates as he left cabin nine, only to then wander off towards his own.

Ah, Brandon... that bloke was never gunna learn...

Nope. That was wrong. He was gunna learn; but when he did. It was definitely going to be the hella hard way. Chuckling softly to himself at the thought that his best mate was just digging himself an early grave when it came to screwing over his cousin; Samuel shook his head. Coming back to the conversation he was having, "An' you'd be surprised 'bout the type of shit people believe. By the way... Riley's a boy. Jus' a heads up, beautiful."

Interested, Niesha made a note in her mind to write that down, somewhere. She might forget, and should probably do it now, but there wasn't really a reason to do so. Besides, it really didn't seem like Sam was about to let her go. Not that she really minded. He seemed distracted again- and she followed his gaze, not entirely sure what had distracted him.

"Hmmm?" Niesha looked back as he spoke, hurriedly trying to figure out what he had said, before she gave a soft laugh "Well, we are living examples of what some people believe" she said, before frowning. He had said he when speaking of the dingo. "Right... boy... I-" She stopped, looking back to him, tilting her head slightly. She tried to think if anyone had called her that- certainly not for a long time at least. She did, after all, tend to spend a lot of time either in books, or on the training grounds... more so the books.

"I'll try to remember that." She finished, trying to gather her thoughts.

She seemed... distracted. Lost in her own thoughts, and for a moment he had to wonder whether or not he looked like that when it happened to him. Nah, probably not. Neisha was a hell of a lot cuter than he was. Hands down.

Giving her shoulders another gentle squeeze, a soft though still rather stupid looking lop-sided smile cracking over his features, Samuel pulled ahead. His arm falling from around her shoulders, he took to the porch in a quick leap up. Skipping the step altogether. Reaching for the door once he'd gotten to it, he held it open. Motioning for her to go in ahead of him, though before either of them had the chance to do so; the blur of orange they'd been speaking about came shooting out. It's tail whipping back and forth as it bounded past them both.

Straightening up, his frown returning to his lips, Sam stared after the creature. Opening his mouth, shutting it, and opening it again before finally voicing the only thought that entered his mind.

"..well, shit."

Niesha couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she turned towards Samuel, the orange blur that was evidently Riley passing them, the look on his face was just priceless. It was good to laugh, and that reaction... Niesha tried to sober up quickly, but it was evident that the emotion, while not really rare for her, was enjoying it's time out. She tried to draw in a deep breath, and to gather herself, after a moment somewhat succeeding as she cast a glance about for the dingo. "Do we chase him down? Or will he come home when he's tired?" she asked, suddenly wondering if Riley could get hurt, or hurt someone or something else. "Is he alright out by himself? "

Shaking his head lightly, the door closing behind him with a slight 'thud' as he let it go, Samuel folded his arms over his chest. His bright blues gazing out at the dingo as it ran back and forth, demanding attention from anyone it came across, "Ah... he'll be right. Lil' bugger's harmless unless there's a threat. Worst he does is cop an attitude an' toss his bowl 'round when he get hungry."

"He just wants to have fun. And attention." It was adorable, and Niesha watched the dingo with a smile, "Perhaps he got bored knocking over Hayden's things."

"Most likely." Nodding his head in agreement, Samuel paused. Shooting a glance back over his shoulder for a moment before turning back around and stepping down off the porch, pulling a look that said it all. He knew he was in trouble, "..which means I should probably piss off outta the area before Mufasa gets back and catches the mess."

Niesha shifted, deciding that that was probably a good idea, "Just tell him Scar came for a visit" she said as she followed him off the porch.

"Throw Ky under the bus... I like the way you think, Stevenson." Smirking, unable to stop himself from doing so, Samuel's hands made their way into the pockets of his brown leather jacket. His chuckle filling the air as he allowed his feet to lead the way. Not really paying attention to where they were taking them.

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Ariana Mossos 💋 Daughter of Aphrodite

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Ariana Elizabeth Mossos-Huntsberg

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18 | April 24

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Female

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Bisexual

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75% Greek
25% Italian

100% Hot Mess

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Ariana’s looks are an exact replica of her mother Aphrodite. On a thin, heart-shaped face rest a pair of arched eyebrows, framing the almond-shaped, hazel eyes that can be either brown or olive green depending on her outfit. A small, button-shaped nose marks the middle of her face, and underneath it are a pair of full, luscious, dusty rose-colored lips. Her layered, dark brown hair reaches the small of her back, silky locks parted in the middle and usually worn down in soft waves or flat-ironed straight. Her petite frame of 5’6” sports an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places, with a bronzed, blemish-free skin beautifully kissed by the sun.

Ariana’s style consists of everything designer, with a particular fondness for high heels, diamonds and sparkle. Every piece of clothing needs to be perfectly coordinated with one another and accessorized accordingly, fitted to perfection and with enough skin exposed to show off her best attributes without appearing trashy. Crop tops, skinny jeans, shorts, short skirts and form-fitting dresses are the most abundant pieces in her closet. At the moment, she has two earlobe piercings on each ear, a cartilage stud piercing on her left ear, and no tattoos or visible scars.

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Ariana Mossos is her parents’ daughter through and through. As soon as she enters a room, she captivates you with an inexplicable magnetism, and your eyes are unable to look in any other direction. The young woman carries herself with a confidence that most of the time falls on the side of arrogance, much like her mother and father do. Upon first meetings, Ariana is frequently described as a bitch. Having grown up spoiled means she often thinks she’s the center of the universe, entitled to things, and that she can get away with whatever she wants without any consequences. The girl is very judgemental, stubborn as a mule and not afraid of using manipulation to get others to do as she pleases.

Of course, not all of Ariana’s traits are on the negative side. She can be charming when she wants to be, outgoing, with an easy sense of humor and adventure that makes it fun to be around her. To those she considers friends and loved ones, she is caring and loyal to a fault, going to great lengths to protect them and making sure they’re happy. To her lovers, she’s a flirtatious fireball of passion who gives her all and doesn’t stop until they’re both satisfied. And behind the self-centered, uptight exterior hides a sensitive girl that’s deathly afraid of being tossed aside, forgotten and unable to ever find love without the use of her charms.

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Once upon a time, in the beautiful, luxurious town of Beverly Hills, lived a young man by the name of Alexandros Mossos. At the tender age of twenty, he seemed to have the whole world at his feet: the riches, power and respect that came with being the son of the two most important members of the Greek and Italian mobs. These were the traits that had the desire-struck Aphrodite watching him from afar, biding her time until it was the perfect moment to strike. Her opportunity finally arrived on Halloween night, during the party being held at one of the many Mossos nightclubs in the Hills. Dressed up in her best goddess attire, Aphrodite walked straight into the club, very much like a woman on a mission to make Alexandros hers. And on the other side of the equation, the second Alex’s ice blue eyes fell on the dark-haired beauty with the sun-kissed skin and hazel-colored eyes, he knew he would do anything to have her. The rest, of course, is history.

Mission accomplished. Time to return home.

Although Aphrodite’s intentions were to carry on with life as usual, she was surprised to find out she was pregnant. The goddess delayed delivering the news to the father-to-be as much as she could, as Alexandros had just rekindled his relationship with the mother of his twins and were currently expecting their third. But by a stroke of fate, Audrey Huntsberg lost the child she was carrying, and was finding herself slowly sinking into a deep depression. It was then when Aphrodite, feeling absolutely devastated for the woman, decided to finally confess to Alex, and informed him of her desire to have Audrey adopt her child.

Knowing fully well his girlfriend would never adopt a child that was product of his infidelity (even if they had not been together at the time), he made sure to fabricate a believable story. That night, he arrived at his home telling Audrey about how his mother had heard of the daughter of a family friend who was looking to give up her baby on adoption, and if they knew of anybody looking to adopt. The grief-stricken Audrey, of course, jumped at the opportunity to fill the void in her heart and give the innocent child a loving family. Three months later, the young couple was bringing the newborn Ariana to Beverly Hills.

Ariana Elizabeth was raised alongside older brother Xander, older sister Ella, younger brother Andrew, and eventually her cousin Dante. They grew up in one of the most costly pieces of real estate in the Hills, their every need and whim tended to by their stern but loving mother and the estate’s staff. As a child, Ariana showed no signs of being anything but normal like the rest, with the few exceptions of some boys doing things for her and not remembering. It was on her thirteenth birthday that her demigod powers began to manifest themselves, often times making Ariana question her own sanity. And for fear of being sent off to the psych ward, the girl never confided these issues to anyone, even as they only strengthened throughout the years.

On her sixteenth birthday, Alexandros finally explained to Ariana who she was and where she came from. The girl had refused to believe him at first, thoroughly convinced that either her father had gone insane, or she had somehow suffered some brain injury that had her living in some strange, alternate dimension. Her denial persisted up until she finally arrived at Olympus Academy and met her biological mother in person, answering Aphrodite’s greeting with a slap in the face so hard Ariana was sure it echoed throughout the grounds. There were no further attempts to speak after that.

It took some time for Ariana to adjust to her new reality, but she did so quicker than she thought. The brunette was eager to learn about everything, since the only thing she’d ever known up to that point was the mortal life. Finding the answers to what her powers were and how to use them to her favor became her favorite pastime, along with getting into trouble with boys and girls alike. Now, the young woman has fully embraced her status as a demigod, and is enjoying the privilege of having the best of both mortal and godly worlds.

"She's an arrogant, conceited, spoiled little bitch... I would say my Ariana definitely takes after me." — Aphrodite

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Aphrodite

Goddess of Beauty, Love, Lust, Desire, Sexuality, and Pleasure

"Or at least that's what I’ve heard."

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Ariana has no relation to her mother, and seemingly has no interest to meet the woman who chose to toss her away like yesterday’s trash. To her, the only mother she has is named Audrey Elizabeth Huntsberg: his father’s mortal wife. However, there is a part of her that secretly yearns to meet the goddess who has blessed her with the qualities she cherishes so fondly.

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ωє’яє вєαυtιƒυℓ, ℓιкє ∂ιαмση∂ѕ ιη tнє ѕку…Ariana wouldn’t be the daughter of Aphrodite if she didn’t have the drop-dead gorgeous, wrinkle, scar and acne-free looks to brag about. Not only that, but she is able to bless whoever she wants with beauty and desirability. The plot twist comes when, in order for Ariana and those recipients of her awarded attractiveness to keep their charm, they have to keep themselves sexually active. After all, Aphrodite isn’t the goddess of lust for no reason.

Tαℓк ∂ιяtу tσ мє… One of the biggest gifts Ariana inherited from her mother is Charmspeak, which is a rare type of hypnotism or persuasion that convinces any person to do or get whatever Ariana wants. The strength of the command depends on the tone and the emotion of the young woman’s voice. Eventually, when the charmspeak wears off, her target has no recollection of why they did or what they were commanded to do. Ariana’s charmspeak works with any creature; but much to her chagrin, it does not work on the children of Hestia, Athena and Artemis... As she found out the hard way when freaking Leo Sullivan wouldn’t buckle to her demands no matter how many sweet nothings fell from her lips.

¢яσѕѕ му нєαяt, нσρє tσ ∂ιє… Crossing Ariana Mossos in any shape or form can in all honesty, be the worst sin you can commit on this Earth. Just as she has the ability to bless souls with beauty, lust and passion, she has the ability to curse those same souls with a lack thereof. Need proof? Just ask Logan Sanders, her ex-boyfriend back at Beverly Hills Academy. After he was photographed cheating on her, let’s just say his sudden break of cystic acne is not the only reason he’s no longer able to rise to the occasion.

ι ¢αη мαкє уσυ ƒєєℓ αℓяιgнt... A rather interesting ability that was passed on to Ariana was the ability to find out exactly what a man craves in bed with a simple kiss, and bring them to ecstasy in every intimate session. Although most males have basic and tolerable enough fantasies (thus making this trait very useful for the most part), there have been a few times times in which their hidden desires have been disturbing enough to leave her with nightmares. The ability to discover cravings seems to not work on her fellow demigods, but thankfully enough, her ability to take them to Olympus and back remains intact. This particular ability does not work on females, but being female herself, Ariana's sixth sense is enough to make sure her fellow girls are taken care of properly.

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@Venus

Other than the mention of Olympus Academy in the Biography; I see no issues with the character, hun. She's definitely going to be an interesting addition to the camp. Feel free to pop her across into the Character tab; and you can post whenever you're ready :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier do you accept face claim and color reservations?

@Venus

Huh... never been asked that before; but there's a first time for everything, heheh. Go ahead hun..!