Vicier

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

My boy is finally ready!

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Lukas Aerin Cresswell

_{"It only takes moments to destroy. It's easy, anyone can do it. It's so much harder to make something whole once again."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Lukas Aerin Cresswell ∞ Luke ∞ Lukey ∞ Medic! ∞ Doctor's Note ∞ Ray (Of Sunshine) ∞ Dr. Feel Good A G E 9th of November - Seventeen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual/ Gay Leaning N A T I O N A L I T Y German P R O V E N A N C E Cologne; Germany ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5' 11" Weight: 145lbs Hair: ∞ Light-brown ∞ Dark-blonde Eyes: ∞ Grey/ Blue (Normal) ∞ Gold (Healing Powers) Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Mesomorph Body Marks: ∞ Freckles across the bridge of his nose, and slight dusting on either cheek ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes: ∞ None Current: ∞ None Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Apollo (God of the Sun) Mother: ∞ Claire Cresswell (Biological Mother) Siblings: ∞ Fiamma Giannulli (H.Sis) ∞ Kalinda Franklins (Older H.Sis) ∞ Vivian Diana Lucasta (H.Sis) L E G A C Y Eir (Norse Goddess & Valkyrie of Healing) P E T S ∞ Sunny; a black-spotted Bengal cat ∞ Poe; Raven from Apollo ∞ Gyr; Hawk from Apollo O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Anything and everything to do with music ✔ Studying and researching medicine ✔ Organization, order, control ✔ Trying new and different things. He'll try anything at least once ✔ Training with his Spear and Shield or bow ✔ Helping others succeed, caring for injuries ✔ Any kind of gaming. (Is always the healer or support) ✔ Sunny days in any temperature ✔ Playing Chess against children of Athena ✔ Talking people through problems or issues ✔ Watching medical dramas, or binge watching them ✔ Any and all forms of coffee. None of that decaf though D I S L I K E S ✘ Disrespect of medical facilities ✘ Anyone who says "I'm fine" after an injury without treatment ✘ All who wish harm on others for no reason ✘ Decaf coffee, why ruin coffee? ✘ Disorganization, especially in the medical tent ✘ Medics who think they're children of Ares ✘ Consuming alcohol or drugs not related to medicine ✘ Chasing down campers to force them to take medication ✘ Being told he doesn't care about his patients ✘ Talking about his past before camp ✘ Google medical degree self diagnose experts ✘ Total Darkness ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Empathetic | Caring | Haunted | Perfectionist | Perseverance | Layered | Healing One of a kind. Though so is everyone when you get down to brass tacks. Lukas is a mesh of a few of his biggest influencers. His mother, his step-parents, teachers, and the campers of Half-blood. He's a very affable person, willing to give anyone a moment of his time to talk to and listen to what they have to say, although he doesn't go out of his way to talk to others unless they look like they could use the company. He plays at the edges of conversation, attentive and polite but non-engaging until directly addressed. He likes to find his place in a conversation before jumping in and takes stock of everyone else first. He doesn’t like the spotlight, preferring others to shine. He's the honest type, not to a brutal level but he was raised to tell the truth and doesn't see the good in telling someone a lie. However, he isn't naive and can navigate white lies well enough. For the big stuff, he has a simple philosophy. He would rather someone tell him the truth than spare his feelings. To him, if he found out later it would make the situation worse knowing a friend told him something to protect his feelings. As stated before Lukas prefers to skirt the edges of conversation which means he neither likes nor covets being the center of attention and as a result isn't really very assertive nor a push-over. Neither a leader nor a follower Lukas does his best to articulate his opinion on a situation and is very comfortable allowing someone else to make the final call, though he will argue his points if he believes in them strongly enough. He's a bit of an enigma with those things and can make larger groups complicated for him if there’s not a regimented pecking order. Lukas had a brief run-in with depression during his younger pre-teen years where he spent a lot of time on the street hustling and doing what he could to get by. He suffered greatly and was forced to grow up quickly. It used to be one of his greatest flaws and he still sometimes struggles with it though now he is a lot more secure about himself and focuses on that instead of the past. This also can be a detriment as he closes off when he does this, hyper-focusing on one issue to get through whatever triggered him. Speaking of closing off, Lukas is quite an escapist when it comes to things he can't control. He was raised, when he was finally escorted to camp, in strict rules settings and when he was a young teen he rebelled heavily at every rule possible. He matured out of the tantrums and rule-breaking quickly though and instead started using music as a form of escapism when the world got too stressful or the walls started to close in. He has since evolved into using daydreams, and a form of meditation by watching others succeed. Lukas skirts the line for the most part when it comes to his outward show of agreeableness. While overall cooperative, he can get quite competitive as well, a need to prove himself manifesting from his childhood along with a shot of not wanting to let his family down. He's tactful and edges over the line to be too agreeable, as he does care a bit too much what others think of him and how he presents himself. He's used to bullies, but it's the people that seem like they're friendly that he focuses on. What do they really think of him? This feeling isn't overwhelming but always in the back of his mind as a thought during social engagements. He is a very neat person, taking pride in the organization, cleanliness, and structure of all his activities. His room is almost always spotless and that is mirrored in his appearance, work, sports, and really all of his doings. While not to the level of someone with OCD, Lukas does have a system and can be thrown off if that system is disrupted or disturbed. He can often time be seen tidying up the Apollo cabin or the medical facilities. Lukas is also an extremely sympathetic person, and his ability to be empathetic is far beyond his years. He respects even those that bully him or have bullied him and does his best not to judge. Temper sometimes gets the better of him and he will defend himself but he tends to feel bad about it later and always tries to mend broken fences instead of leaving planks laying on the ground. He's highly analytical and likes to think of the many reasons why something occurred instead of allowing his emotions to boil over. He's not perfect though, and when he does lose control it takes a bit to regain it, almost like a solar flare. He’s extremely neutral, trying to make all sides of an argument feel like they’ve ‘won’ and his ability to mediate is unnatural. Speaking of anger though, Lukas for the most part rarely does get angry. A combination of his empathy and analytical mind. Throw in a few other ingredients such as his escapist attitude and control over himself and you have a relatively stable and cooled-down person. Don’t let that fool you, however, though hard to do if you do manage to piss off this child of Apollo, you had better prepare your aloe-vera and sunblock because you will get burned. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y In Germany, there is a lovely city of Cologne and within that city exists the neighborhood of Deutz. Within this neighborhood resides the Cresswell family, a family of professors, archaeologists, researchers, and academics. The Cresswell family prided themselves on being multi-cultured, boasting bloodlines to Norse, Greek, and Roman figures in history. This rich bloodline is what prompted the family business to be so heavily engrained into studying that rich history. One member however was going to get so much more. While on a dig in Greece, Claire Cresswell would meet one of the most charming and beautiful men she had ever met. She was entirely swept off her feet and after a few more drinks, some final comments, and an entire night spent under the stars and well... The rest is history. Claire ended up becoming pregnant after the engagement. She knew that the child was special, knew somehow that the man she had been with was someone more. She was proven correct when the God visited her in Germany, a surprise visit to spend more time with this mortal he quite enjoyed time with. He hadn't been surprised to see she was pregnant and the two spent the entire week together, other than his quick absences to deal with 'business'. Knowing all of this made Claire not only grateful but willing to be a single mother with the promise of Apollo visiting when possible. She wasn't naive and knew that it would mostly be a solo job but so long as her child knew their father she would be content. Lukas was born eight months later with no complications and radiating health. The doctors were even perplexed at how easy the birth had gone and studied the case for years to come, finding nothing. Lukas was moved to the Cresswell Manse a week later and began living life, which for a baby meant three things really. The picture of health followed him, and he grew from baby to toddler to pre-schooler. Lukas was a bright and energetic child, always having the energy to do some activity. And once he learned to walk, it was over for the poor young mother and the other members of the family, forced to chase the boy around the park. Life was good but like all other good things, it eventually had to come down. Lukas was eight years old when Cresswell Manse caught fire and destroyed so much. Lukas was helped out by his nanny but his mother, along with most others perished from the fire or complications of smoke inhalation soon after. Out of the five Cresswell family members living in the Manse, one survived and was recovering from heavy burns in the hospital. Care of Lukas was transferred to a cadet branch of the family in New York. The change was striking for the once carefree and life-loving boy. He took to silence mostly, keeping his thoughts to himself only speaking if directly spoken to or questioned. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to heal. It took three years to get back to a semblance of what he was but once again the fates seemed to be against him. His Aunt and Uncle were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver on their way home from a show in the city. Lukas was once again taken from the home and placed with a foster family until other arrangements could be formed. On the first night, the eleven-year-old ran away. It was a mistake of course, but for young Lukas, he just needed to getaway. It took time to adjust to life on the street. It was the worst time in his life, but he got through it. He was arrested on his Twelfth birthday and taken to the county juvenile center. Instead of the foster agency coming to get him, Lukas was given to his father... The introduction to the God of the Sun was a complicated mess of emotions and Lukas blew up on the God, almost literally, his powers beginning to manifest now that Apollo claimed him fully. It was quick which would tell anyone who knew young Demi-gods just how pissed off the boy was. All Apollo did was to place a hand on the lad's shoulder and suddenly everything seemed so much better. Apollo spent the rest of the day talking and speaking before meeting with his sister Artemis and a few of her huntresses in Central Park. Father and son take a final moment before the huntresses escort him to Camp Half-blood. Once at camp, Lukas kept mostly to himself, becoming a rebel and bucking rules. A problem child he gave more than one Councillor and instructor headaches and had many people worried about him. But time is the ultimate healer and the routine of camp life helped scar over the rough patch and year after year Lukas got better and better. Even now, at Seventeen years of age, he hasn't totally gotten rid of everything. But with maturity comes closure and better ways of coping. Lukas just hopes that it's enough. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Eleven ⧿ Apollo (God of prophecy & oracles, music, song & poetry, archery, healing, plague & disease, & the protection of the young) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P Four Years ∞ Has collected four beads ∞ Arrived when he was twelve R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ Head Medic of the Infirmary W E A P O N S ∞ Alvitr and Goldscale - Spear/Shield combo (Disguased as a watch) ∞ Heartstrike - Recurve Bow (No disguise) A B I L I T I E S Lukas's abilities include: Biokinesis, Archery, Musical Aptitude, & Photokinesis 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Biokinesis : ۵ Inheriting his father's ability in Biokinesis, this is Lukas's strongest ability by far. Within Biokinesis he is proficient in three sub-categories. First is the control and formation of disease: With this subpower Lukas can eliminate disease from a patient he is able to touch, or inflict them using the same method or by creating a physical application for his arrows. He is also able to create new diseases. His second subpower is Hemokinesis: Lukas is able to slow or quicken blood flow, can stop it with intense concentration, and can change its makeup. Essentially allowing anyone to be a universal donor. His third and final Subpower and by far the strongest is Vitakinesis: His ability to heal is influenced by more than just his father, his Norse Legacy coming into play to strengthen the potency. With a physical touch Lukas is able to sense current ailments and injuries on his patient and then with a whispered prayer and music he can restore the patient back to optimum health, without scarring or residual damage. This ability is Lukas's most used, explored, and trained power. When healing his skin gains a slight golden hue and his pupils turn to a golden amber color. It should be noted that Lukas's healing lowers in potency during the night or within locations such as the Underworld cut off from the Light. Within these location his healing takes a toll on his own life force. Archery : ۵ Like most other children of Apollo, Lukas's Archery is on point as is his ability to shoot a basketball, throw a football, baseball, or any other ranged projectile. He is nowhere near on par with his siblings when it comes to his power, however, but ahead of many others. His bow is his go-to weapon should he be required to fight. Musical Aptitude : ۵ Lukas has the ability to pick up any instrument and instantly know how to play it. He has perfect pitch, a deep knowledge of musical theory, and an amazing singing voice that all comes naturally to him. He hardly needs to practice. His aptitude also allows for anyone who listens to hear what they would like even if he was singing or playing something else entirely. This ability is also known to be able to induce slight emotion based on the hearer is feeling at the time and what they hear. Photokinesis : ۵ A limited power for Lukas, but one that at times can be potent. The general application is that Lukas always seems to have a natural tan whether he spends time in the sun or not. His skin has a golden sheen of health surrounding it and can appear bronze-like in direct sunlight. His hair can sometimes be described as sun-like or 'waves of gold'. The active application is Lukas's ability to store the sunlight in his body and release it in a large burst around him. Lukas has no control over this power whatsoever and it has only manifested in times of emotional turmoil for him, or when he grows angry. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Lukas is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also German, Greek, and is learning Spanish. Can't stand Snakes due to a Curse on the Apollo kids. Is known to be able to quote any Monty Python skit from memory with voices. Secretly loves playing tank roles in games. Goes above and beyond for the younger campers. He loves performing for people. Will randomly break into song, usually Disney-related. Loves the snow even as an Apollo kid. T H E M E S O N G S "With you till the End" by Tomeee Profitt/Feat. Sam Tinnesz "New Life" by Thomas Bergersen Face Claim: Jannik Brunke | #DBA901

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♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: The Lake - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Beauregard Garcia (@Rodiak), & Ky' vie Morgan (@Vicier).}

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The sound of the guitar strings rang throughout the bunker, filling the space with its soothing sounds and hypnotic rhythm. The conga drums picking up the song before they completely stopped, and a woman's voice joined in, smooth and enchanting before the instruments resumed and continued the song. The walls of the bunker were covered with various posters. Ranging from old Mexican bands to modern movies and tv shows to schematics for various projects being worked on. The roof had glow-in-the-dark stars that formed various poorly arranged constellations and some Christmas lights of different colors giving bunker 15 a sort of a chaotic vibe to it. On the far back of the bunker, Beauregard had a carving tool in one hand and a small hammer in the other.

"Ya no estas mas a mi lado, corazon y en el alma solo tengo soledad. Y si ya no puedo verte porque dios mi hizo quererte para hacerme sufrir mas."

He sang along with the song, hips moving from side to side with the beat as he danced around his woodworking tools. Beau had been working on a new desk for his room since the last had broken down after some... events. This time he was sure he'd make the legs sturdier for them to support more weight, but it seemed like he had been distracted from the task at hand. The song had taken his attention from carving the leaf designs on the edge of the desk to sing around his current project.

It wasn't unusual for the young man to get distracted from his work. Beau was known to work five projects at a time just to abandon them weeks later to finish older ones. His siblings were a lot more productive than him, which is why he never really took up one big project at a time or why he would just lend a hand when he didn't have anything significant work of his own.

"Siempre fuiste la razon de mi existir, adorarte para mi fue religion. En tus brazos encontraba el amor que me brindabas el calor de tu pasión"

Beau continued to sing along as he danced around the desk in front of him before coming to a stop when he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. The song continued to play around him as he kneeled in front of the desk and began to carve out the intricate leaves on the wood. Masterful hands carefully shaped the material until he was pleased with the shape. Beau nodded approvingly at his work before moving on to the next.

"..did you want me ta reinforce the legs this time..?"

The natural warmth of her hands pressing first over her little brother's shoulders; Ky' vie slid them forward. Arms wrapping gently around him from behind, it was both affection and curiosity that had her body resting over his- curled over, and head situated right beside his own as her dark gaze took its time to slowly glide over his intricate carvings. She had to admit, it made her slightly jealous. His skill with woodworking far outweighed her own, but she knew she couldn't be good at everything. Despite being called it, even sarcastically, she wasn't perfect. And that was okay by her. Besides, that was just how it went in Hephaestus cabin. It seemed each of the four of them had something the others didn't. Each had their own specialties that they excelled in.

If you wanted autonomous weapons... lasers- something that was grand, flashy, and just over the top; then Corona was definitely your girl. You needed new furniture, a custom made bow or staff- literally anything to do with wood; well then, Beau was definitely the one you needed to see. Looking for something more delicate..? Automail, transport, robotics, firearms, computers- custom jobs and working replicas; that was her thing, and she did it well. And Hayden..?

Well... she was a decent weaponsmith, but even she knew that she couldn't make a blade as well as Hayden could.

Really, it made her proud. Seeing what they were all capable of. Combining their skills though..? She chuckled softly. Arms tightening slightly, giving her brother a hug before she pulled back and moved herself around to stand in his line of vision. Her hand reaching out to lightly brush over the surface of the desk in appreciation. A smile dancing over her features, "You didn't come cheer me on this mornin'. An' since you weren't at the cabin; kinda figured that you'd be here."

"Es la historia de un amor, como no hay otro igual- oh holy shit, you scared me!" Beau jumped, almost dropping the carving tools in his hands. He hadn't even heard Ky'vie enter the bunker or get close. He had been so concentrated on the carvings to even notice until she was practically hugging him. "You know, you should really knock." He huffed when she pulled back and stood across from him on the other side of the desk. Or he should start locking his bunker or maybe designs a special alert; Beau had to write that down at the top of his pending projects. It had been a while since he had done any real coding, so that would be a nice refresher.

"Stayed up late; by the time I woke up, I heard that it was over." Beau stood up, placing his tools on the desk. He looked over Ky'vie before he remembered what a little bird had told him before he came down to his bunker. "Heard Pierre took the ring, must suck losing; kinda regret not watching that in person." He teased her. Beau really wished he had been there that morning, mainly to cheer for Ky'vie and see the Ares kids fight amongst themselves. If only he had sent that guy from the Apollo cabin away right after finishing up with his bow, he wouldn't have stayed up so long at night. Ah well, what could he do? Beau couldn't resist pretty faces.

"Anyway, I think I got the legs handled. Just want you to take a look at them, and since I'm also going to install a tablet into the desk so I can work on some projects digitally I need to make sure this thing could handle a lot." Beau had always depended on one of his siblings to give his projects a one over before he deemed them complete. It was always smart for someone else to check his work, fresh eyes to make sure nothing was wrong or out of place. Back home, his grandparents had always been critical in giving him feedback, so he expected no less here- especially while being surrounded by others with similar interests as his.

An inbuilt tablet wasn't going to add too much weight to the desk; his projects however... they were another matter entirely.

Nodding her head at his words, giving him a sign that she was indeed listening to what he was saying, Ky once more leant over. Fingers curling gently over the carved edge of the desk, she let her free palm run along the curves of its legs. And while she had faith in her brother, her gaze flicked between all four of them, searching his creation for any tiny little imperfections that might have appeared during the process that they should be worried about. Though as she'd already predicted, there were none. His work, as always, was pretty damn flawless.

"..you used oak..?" Eyes flicking up, meeting with his for a brief moment, her hands moved instead to the drawers. Her attention dropping down to them as she slid them open and shut again; seeming to eventually give up on doing so as she instead placed her hands on the surface. And after kicking off her shoes to make sure she didn't leave dirty prints behind - even after wiping her feet on the welcome mat - she hoisted herself up onto it. Her head dropping to watch the results as she put her full weight onto it, "..rollers are sticking a little on the drawers. Easy fix. Other than that... if it can hold my weight, and yours; then she'll be right to take whatever you throw at her."

Bringing her attention back to him, she held her hand out to him in offer to help him up, "..and F.Y.I... I did knock. You were just too far gone in your own lil' world to even bother noticing."

"Hard maple, it was a bitch to get shipped out here, but it was worth every penny and headache." Beau hummed, watching the legs of the desk while she stood over it, trying to spot anything else he had missed or ear any creak. Beau was always critical of his work, always searching for any imperfections or mistakes he could improve upon. It drove the guy crazy sometimes, almost to the point of staying up all night trying to improve that one little imperfection. He knew it wasn't a healthy habit, but it was relatively common with the rest of his siblings. They could get lost in their own projects for hours on end without even realizing it.

When Ky offered her hand, he kicked off his shoes and took it, pulling himself up on the desk. "Pretty damn sturdy," He grinned, bouncing just the slightest on his feet and looking down at his almost completed project. "Just gotta finish up the carvings, fix the rollers, sand it, and stain it." Beau couldn't help but do a little victory dance. The desk had passed the sturdiness test; now all there was needed was to finish its decorations. Beau was almost halfway done with carving out the desk's edges. Now he just needed to extend the carvings down to the legs. Installing the tablet would be the easier part, as long as he gathered the right materials. If not, he could always ask Ky or Corona to help him out on that end.

"I get lost in the music and work, can't blame me." Beau jumped off the desk onto the floor with a grunt. "And thanks for the help; I can probably get this done tomorrow." The carvings would take the most time, but they would be worth it.

"Yeah... I know what that feels like."

It was a flaw they all seemed to have- every child of Hephaestus. It was just so easy to get lost in their work. The amount of times she'd sat herself down at her desk, or her workbench- hell, even sitting down to watch a movie with her mates, only to look up what felt like five minutes later only to then be told hours had passed, or the movie had finished. Sure it could be annoying at times, but... it was just part of who they were. For better or worse.

Chuckling softly, her body crouching and hand pressing back down onto the surface of the desk; she followed her brother's lead. Though instead of hopping down off of it completely, Ky swung her legs around and out from under herself. Perching on the beautifully crafted piece of furniture with her legs dangling over the edge. Hands resting on either side of her body, "You want a in-build computer to use, I've been working on something new down on my level that you might be interested in having a look at. I plan on integrating it into my latest project, but having someone test it out, see what it's capable of would be a big help."

Beau had crouched down by one of the legs to examine one of the carved leaves. It looked like he may have gone a little too deep into the maple, and it seemed off. It would look exactly like the rest to a normal eye, but he knew that the tiny detail would eat at him. It wasn't anything some sandpaper and some minor adjustments wouldn't fix, but Beau had to make sure to get back to it soon.

He perked up when Ky mentioned one of her new projects, looking up from the desk to her. "Really? I've been meaning on starting this new project, but none of my current computers can handle it, so yours might." He had this idea flowing around in his mind for a while. His last conversation with his mother, as unpleasant as it had been, had planted a little idea- an idea that just kept growing day by day. He had to try it, and Ky's computer just might be the tool he needed.

"If it can't handle it, I'll be sorely disappointed." The sound of her soft chuckle once more filling the air, Ky pressed her hands down into the edge of the desk. Using them to give her that extra little push as she slipped herself off of it, and back onto her feet. Okay... so even she had to admit that it was so fucking adorable how his features lit up whenever they began talking about their current projects- or how his eyes sparkled when one of them mentioned they had an idea for a new project.

Were they all like that..?

A single hand remaining on the desks surface, her body nevertheless curled over slightly. The other hand reaching down to help pull her vans back onto her feet; she instead lifted her head. Her smile remaining over her features as she met her gaze to his, "Come down to twenty-seven with me an' test it out. Lemmie know what you think. I could use another's opinion on my work so far anyway- aside from Storm-breaker, I haven't attempted a project of this size before..."

"Ky, you are a genius; of course, it'll work. Maybe, who knows, I've seen you distracted lately." Beau had seen the way she'd look at a certain someone from cabin eight. It was easy to overlook, but he knew his sister well enough to know when she was catching feelings. When she'd smile to herself or tuck her hair behind her ear, even the little jump to her step, they were all dead giveaways. It was rather cute, he'd have to admit, he had his doubts about Brandon. It was no secret that he was a player, and as hot as he was, Beau had to be wary of the guy.

"I trust your creations" He stood up from his crouching positions, stretching out his back with a small groan. Being slouched over the desk for the past hour had stiffened his back, maybe he could get that guy from cabin eleven to come back tonight and give him a nice massage. Loose up the tension around his shoulders a bit.

"Let's go, I wanna see that supercomputer of yours. I wonder if it'll run Minecraft with ultra shaders on."

Deep down, she knew he hadn't meant it, but... his words hit her like a ton of bricks, and with it, her smile faltered over her features. Had she really been so distracted lately that others were beginning to notice..? Crap; was it showing in her work..? Features falling slightly, distracted, all she seemed capable of doing was giving him a nod to know that she'd heard him. Her feet shuffling slightly over the ground as she headed back through his workshop and towards the room that held elevator. Waiting for him to join her first before she absentmindedly hit the button for level twenty-seven. The doors closing in front of them.

"..is it really that bad, Beau- like... have I really been that distracted..?"

If Beau was anything, he was but oblivious. Instantly he noticed the change in Ky, and it was surely from what he had said. He hadn't meant it in any bad way or to diminish the hard work she had been doing the past weeks. It had been just a small jab at her, a jab that seemed to be a sore spot for Ky. Beau would beat himself up for it later.

He hurried as he put away his tools and walked into the elevator with her. "Hey, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I barely even noticed, honestly." Beau reached over and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze to reassure her. "You being distracted is like me concentrating on a project. You're good Ky, really." Ky, along with Corona, were the most driven out of all of them. He always admired that about his sisters, not that he would admit it. They'd rub it in his face non-stop for the rest of his life.

"..I really like him, Beau..." Her lips parting slightly at the seam, Ky turned her head. Her dark eyes lifting up to meet with his; staring. Her gaze vulnerable, and almost with a slight fear behind iris', "..I know that we're not together- well... at least not officially or anything, but... how he makes me feel..? I didn't even feel like this when I was with Derek..."

Oh that look, a look Beau knew all too well. Well enough to know that what Ky was feeling was the real deal and there was no backing down. It would either lead down a long road or to heartbreak; he hoped for the former. "I'm rooting for you, Ky. If he really makes you happy, go for it." He smiled down at her, giving her a tight nod as encouragement. Her choice in men had always been questionable to him, but he couldn't deny her happiness. While Beau, or any of his other siblings, wouldn't hesitate to kick Brandon's ass if he hurt Ky, he knew his sister would be the first to do it. "Just... be careful, okay?" As much as he didn't want Ky to get hurt, it was inevitable. These kinds of feelings always ended up with someone hurt in the end.

Porque dios mi hizo quererte. Para hacerme sufrir mas, sufrir mas, sufrir mas...

Beau heard the last lyrics of the song just as the door closed in front of them. Funny.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: The Lake - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Hayden Morgan (@Moro), & Isaura Larsen (@Vicier).
Ice-Skating: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSJe92JKj/}

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It was... one of the only places she felt truly free...

Thoughts of everything going on slipping from her mind; Isaura took a single step forward. The surface of the lake freezing under the blade of her skate, though the rest of the lake remained as it was. Water. A gentle smile gracing her delicate features, showing no hesitation in her actions, she pushed forward. Her figure gliding gently over the lake, leaving behind her weaving strokes of ice decorating its surface, and tracing her each and every movement. It felt good... being back out on the ice- she needed almost desperately that small sense of normality among the chaos that currently reigned.

And it was simple muscle memory. Like riding a bike- and as she picked up confidence, as she picked up some speed, she couldn't help the way that her glossed lips lifted into a gentle smile that seemed to reach her eyes and light up her features.

It didn't matter how much went wrong- how hard everyone pushed her; what got thrown her way, or how much she second guessed her choices... the ice was where she belonged. And to her, it was as natural as breathing. The cold to her was just as much as the heat was to Hayden- it was who they were. And there was no changing that. Why would they ever want to..?

Slowing to a stop as she reached the center of the lake, Isaura allowed her gaze to glide over the area. It was so beautiful... and she couldn't imagine spending her days anywhere else, aside from her home in Norway. The seam of her lips parting ever slightly, her hand lifted. Giving a gentle wave towards the familiar figures huddled together on the edge of the lake, her attention fell to what she was doing. Head tilting lightly as she slipped her earphone in. And as the music hit her ears, she began to move. The routine coming with ease as she glided along to the song that had begun to play.

After having spent the better part of the morning slaving away on a busted sword for yet another one of the Ares campers, it was only when one of Hayden's siblings had barged into the forge to tell him and their siblings of the news brought by Chiron and Mr. D. Erin Chase had been named the one responsible for lifting Lady Aphrodite's godly symbol. From what he knew of the girl, he didn't believe that she could have done it, though the thought of wolves in sheep's clothing played at the back of his mind. No one had suspected Luke Castellan all those years ago when it came to Zeus' godly symbol having been stolen.

He shook the thought away, forcing himself to ignore the negativity. He truly hoped she hadn't been the one to do it. Though he hadn't had much time under his belt spent with her, he had to think better of her. She never did anyone wrong, or any harm. Sure, she sent the hounds after Brandon Murphy and Greyson from time to time but that didn't make her a villain. Hayden had played with the idea of simply remaining in the forge, but couldn't help but wonder how Issie had taken the news. Of course he knew the pair weren't friends, but still.. it had to have been hard to hear, regardless. Surely she had been there to hear the news straight from Chiron and Mr. D themselves, he knew she was headed for the Obstacle Tower this morning.

It hadn't taken Hayden long to reach the area, but after spending several minutes searching around the Obstacle Tower grounds, he couldn't find her. He knew she'd be one of two places, and decided to check the closest one before heading off to check in her cabin. Heading towards the lake, he didn't have to travel far up the path before he caught a glimpse of her gliding over the water, the water freezing beneath her skates as she went. A small little smile crept up at the corners of his lips as he approached, reaching the edge of the lake where he slowly dropped to the ground and sat on the beach to watch her. He loved seeing her in her element. Folding an arm over his knees, he placed an elbow over his hand and rested his chin into the other, watching her with a smile.

The movement along the bank... it had caught her attention out of the corner of her eye some time ago; and despite the fact that she had been so deeply gone in her own little world, Isaura just couldn't help but stare as the large and imposing figure wandered over. Sitting himself down on the bank of the lake in order to watch her skate out over the blend of ice and water. And that smile he wore-... It sent her heart fluttering madly in the confines of her chest.

Pulling out of her current spin- breaking away from the routine altogether in order to change paths instead, Isaura's glides were slow. Silent almost as she closed the gap between them, and without showing a hint of hesitation, she abruptly halted. The smallest bit of ice scraping into tiny shards as she twisted to a smooth stop. The gentle smile she was known for breaking out over her lips as she gazed down at him. Her hand extending out to take hold of his as she hoisted herself back up and onto the bank of the lake. The blades of her skates digging into the ground, "..I didn't think you'd be finished your work this early.

Hayden watched her as she moved over the water, noticing she had also seen him too and was now heading over. As she made her way over, he stood up and dusted himself off. Taking her hand, he gently pulled her back onto the shore.

"Oh, I'm not. After hearing the news though, I'm sure Dak won't mind me taking a break from fixing his sword. Seriously don't know what in the hell he did to that thing to screw it up so bad."

Reaching his free hand up, he gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face, tilting his head. "Er du ok, min kjære?"

"..já... jeg har det bra, minn villieldr."

His touch, as gentle as it was with his fingers brushing across her face, was more than enough to send her heart into a fluttering storm, and with it, her gaze lifted. Once more meeting with his as she gave a nod of head; only further helping to cement her answer to the question. She was okay, considering. Of course she knew the girl that had been accused of the crime, but... it wasn't as though her and Erin were the best of friends. Respectful to one another in passing- never really getting into one another's path. She felt, however, that she knew her well enough to not believe a word that came from the mouth of Ares, "..it doesn't take a genius to know that she didn't do it... and from the outrage at the tower..? She has the support of the camp behind her. Those closest to her seem willing to wage war, even... I hope this doesn't come to that...

Hayden nodded lightly, sighing heavily. "Yeah, lucky enough for her, really." Looking over his shoulder off towards the other campers, Hayden chewed on his lip gently before turning back to look at Isaura. "Is that the only thing bothering you, or is there more?" He figured that it was, indeed, the only thing bothering her.. but even he knew that figuring wasn't fact and it never hurt to ask and make sure. Ever since Issie had gotten back and they'd rekindled their relationship, Hayden had been sure to always double check with her, especially when it came to how she was feeling.

What could she say..? He knew her better than she knew herself...

A gentle sigh passing out through her lips, Isaura's bright blues drifted away from him. Instead looking out over the lake before movement caught her attention, and her eyes flicked to the two figures that had been standing not too far from where they were; watching for a moment as they left. Though it wasn't until Valeria and Talon were both gone that she spoke again. Her voice soft, "..there was an incident on the tower this morning... and-..."

Hesitating, she let out another sigh. Her gaze lifting back up to meet with his before she finished the thought that she'd been in the process of voicing out loud, "..and I may have gotten into a small argument with my sister... again..."

Hayden's eyes followed her own to see the Ares boy standing off a ways with Valeria before disappearing, returning his gaze to her as she spoke. He'd heard about the incident with Talon, Octavia and a few others that were involved. The mention of her sister caused a shadow of a smirk to cast over his lips, tilting his head slightly. "What happened?"

"..what always happens..." Rolling her eyes, Isaura simply shook her head. Allowing her gaze to wander once more before returning back to the man that she loved.

Hayden chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to scratch at his beard.

"It's always something with her," he sighed softly, folding his arms over his chest with a soft charming smile. "Well, I just wanted to come out here and check on you, my queen. I should probably head back to the forge and polish off that sword of Dak's, but after I'm done, would you like me to accompany me to lunch?"

"I would love to; nothing would make me happier." Hand lifting; Isaura's touch was gentle as she lightly brushed the tips of her fingers across his forehead. Dragging across the stray strands of his hair before neatly tucking them back and behind his ear. Her hand lingering a moment or two longer before she let her arm fall back down by her side, "I don't have any classes to run today- no one has shown interest in winter sports this year, so I'm completely free for the foreseeable future. At least at this point anyway."

Isaura's light touch forced his eyes closed as his smile grew a bit, leaning into her hand in the moments before she let it drop away from his face. He dropped his own arms from where they'd been crossed over his chest, gently grabbing her wrist before pulling her into him slowly. His eyes met with his love's once more, listening to her speak.

"Mm.. these kids don't know what they're missing out on." The son of Hephaestus' lifted a hand to cup one side of her jaw, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "I look forward to seeing you then." He flashed her a soft, loving grin before backing away from her, his hand lingering against her face as long as he could before dropping it at his side. After walking backwards a few steps more, he finally turned around to make his way back to the forges.

Her heart fluttered lightly in her chest. And even with such a small show of affection; she couldn't help the way her cheeks flushed a gentle shade of red. It was perfect- he was perfect. Ever since the first moment they'd laid eyes on one another. Before then, she wasn't sure she'd believed in love at first sight, but now-... Well, claim her a Disney Princess and call it a day. She'd found her Prince Charming. He just happened to be the one who made the shining armor.

"..till then, minn ástir."

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𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

_{⦓ 𝒩𝑜𝓇𝓌𝑒𝑔𝒾𝒶𝓃 ⦔}

Er du ok, min kjære?:

Are you okay, my love?

Já... jeg har det bra, minn villieldr:

Yes... I'm okay, my flame.

Minn ástir:

My love.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier xP

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Ezra Dean Griesheim, Son of Deimos

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

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

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

@Moro

..I am going to regret this, I just know it...
But he is perfect, aaaand there is no reason to reject him. Pop him across hun, and may the Gods have mercy on Erin >///<

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Here he comes...

Mikhael Kravchenko - Son of Asclepius

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Mikhael Kravchenko

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_{"No sacrifice is too small, if it is for the better of us all.."}

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Name

Mikhael Kravchenko

Nick-Names:

Mike, Micky

Gender:

A dude

Age:

20

Birthday:

December 7th, 1999

Nationality:

Kazakhstani/Russian

Place of Origin:

Almaty, Kazakhstan

Distinguishing Features:

He is 5'9" tall and weighs 67 kilograms. He also happens to have grey eyes.

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Relationship Status:

In A Relationship

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Partner:

Petra Swarovski

Ex-Partner:

None… yet.

Father:

Asclepius

Mother:

Lyudmila Kravchenko

Siblings:

Lev Kravchenko (adopted brother)

Legacy:

Asclepius

Pets:

He keeps a pair of small freshwater turtles.

Other:

Mikhael is particularly skilled with venipuncture.

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Personality:

♦ Caring ♦ Honest ♦ Strict ♦ Generous ♦ Temperamental ♦ Snarky ♦ Orderly ♦

Being the oldest out of two siblings in his original family, Mikhael possesses a strong sense of responsibility. As the eldest, he was also constantly pressured to reach high achievements in order for his younger brother to look at him as a good role model. As such, he is pretty strict with rules, and is sometimes labeled as a control freak due to being rather obsessed when it comes to proper organization and arrangement. However one cannot deny that when he's the one who puts stuff in order, he does so excellently; he's far better than any fung-shui expert.

Mikhael is a little temperamental, mostly due to being a close adherent to what he consider right and wrong, and is rather… ehem, frank. However, he also acts as a level voice when disagreements arise, being the proposer of compromise and middle ground. It could be said that he lacks spine to really pick a side at anything, preferring to be neutral… or be the bloody moderator. Either way, Mikhael is quite caring, though he is too embarassed to actually say it, instead showing it through seemingly begrudged actions that are accompanied with awkward blushing. He could go as far as sacrifice his own damn life, if only to make sure everyone else stays alive.

Likes:

✔ Reptiles
✔ Tea
✔ Excellent scents
✔ Books
✔ Medical topics
✔ Garlic bread
✔ Cheese
✔ Science fiction

Dislikes:

✘ Rudeness
✘ Being called Commie.
✘ People that don't wake up on time
✘ Foot fetishists
✘ Communism
✘ Spicy food
✘ Vampires

Biography:

Mikhael Kravchenko comes from the city of Almaty, Kazakhstan. He was the eldest child of Lyudmila Kravchenko, a respected doctor in Almaty's largest hospital and Asclepius, who had at the time adopted the moniker of Pavel while wandering around Kazakhstan. They had… quite an affair, and Mikhael was born from their union. His younger brother, Lev Kravchenko, were adopted four years after he was born, and being the eldest, he often assumed responsibility while their mother was busy working day and night. Mikhael grew up with a decent life. They lived in a pretty nice house in the suburbs. Not to mention that they had a nanny… but Lyudmila insisted that Mikhael take responsibilities in the house due to her business, as well as to prevent any of her children from becoming spoiled like her sister's. As a result, Mikhael became a caring albeit strict individual; traits that he seemingly got from his aunt.

Being a little bit of a prodigy with accelerated education, he got into college as a medical technology major at an age of 15, and graduated at age 19. The abilities that he gained from being the son of Asclepius were not apparent at first; after all, he wasn't the type to get into trouble, and being very healthy was not really an obvious indicator of having divine blood, at least until everyone else is dying.

A few days after graduation, a man claiming to be his father came in, asking Mikhael to come with him to a place where special individuals like himself would be safe. After all, if word got out that he's more than human, it wouldn't be long before the government decided to kidnap and dissect him again.

Mikhael was quickly sent across the Atlantic Ocean to Long Island, where he'd be placed right in Camp Half Blood. It is nice here, he thought. Some may think he's a hardass… but that's only because he's looking out for others' welfare.

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Cabin:

Asclepius

Responsibilities:

Cooking, making sure everyone wakes up at the right time; he's essentially a self appointed monitor. Oh, and he heals people that are involved in accidents, stabbing incidents, power fueled fights, and brawls.

Status:

Full Time Camper

Abilities:

Medical Intuition:
A son of Asclepius; Mikhael has vast and rather innate medical knowledge which enables him to rather easily treat others' injuries, and to create medicines and other remedies with nearly anything in one's environments (as long as it has medical potential). Because of this, Mikhael is also able to tell which things, both in the wild or in one’s urban environment, are poisonous and which are safe to ingest or to use to treat injuries.

Disease Resistance:
Child of the God of medicine, Mikhael's immunity, digestive, and other organ systems are more enhanced than that of a normal demigod, or human; and as such, he has a strong resistance to most forms of disease brought on by bacteria, viruses, or even parasites. However, this isn't to say that he cannot get sick.

Medical Sense:
Mikhael has inherited the ability to sense the health of anyone and the causes of wounds, diseases or injuries, the health history and possibly even genetic weaknesses and predispositions with just so much as a simple touch.

Venomous:
More of a defense measure than anything, Mikhael's blood is extremely poisonous and can be used against an opponent or when threatened; though in order to do so, he must cut himself open to expose his blood to others.

Form:

He's pretty slender.

Weapon/s:

Rumour has it that he bashes people's heads with a bust of Hippocrates when triggered. He also carries around a whole bunch of syringes… for some reason.

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_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Weaknesses:

Not a Fighter: None of his divinely inherited abilities are useful in a fight, nor does he have a propensity towards it. He could engage in a fight, sure, but he'll most probably lose against almost anyone else in Camp.

A Weakness for Blondes: He is a simp for blonde girls.

Other:

Nothing else...

Theme Song:

Colors of Love by Thomas Bergesen

@The Man Emperor

So... I only now just realized that we hadn't accepted the character @.@
My bad...
He is accepted hun..! Pop him across into the character tab with your other CS, and feel free to post him in when you're ready to

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Damien Blake

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___________________________________ N A M E Damien Moses Blake A G E November 9th, 18 G E N D E R Cismale S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N [London, England N A T I O N A L I T Y British-American E T H N I C I T Y English and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6’0” Weight: 170lbs Hair: Naturally blonde with dark roots Eyes: Sapphire blue Body Type: Lean and toned || Damien works out and keeps on top of his training. Body Marks: In addition to the runes etched into his skin that is a visible reminder of his legacy, Damien also has a few tattoos: a skull on his left shoulder, a snake coiling around a sword, and the words “Fuck Hades” on his fingers (one letter per finger minus the left thumb). ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single for now F A M I L Y Mother Amelia Blake — Mother (Alive) Father Hades (King of the Underworld & Lord of the Dead) Siblings Erin Maree Chase (Older Half-Sister) Nico Di Angelo (Older Half-Brother; Camp Alum) Bianca Di Angelo (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Hazel Levesque (Older Half-Sister; Camp Alum) Stepmother Persephone (Goddess of Vegetation) L E G A C Y Hecate (Goddess of boundaries, crossroads, witchcraft, and ghosts) P E T S Onyx, a black pitbull. Damien always felt a certain pull towards those given bad reps and pitbulls are probably the most misunderstood of all dog breeds. || "A loyal partner-in-crime. He won't attack you if he doesn't perceive you as a threat to me. And he only attacks on my command." ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ His mother, stepmother, and legacy-mother. Let's just say, while Damien can't stand his father, the three women in his life mean the world to me. ✔ Anything rock and roll. This could range from the music, to bands, to lifestyle, to even the fashion. ✔ The original Coc-a-Cola. Yes, that means the one with a bit of cocaine in it. D I S L I K E S ✘ Hades - as if this needs any explanation. Damien hates his father with a passion. ✘ Excessively positive people. Not that he dislikes them personally, but too much positivity gives him indigestion. ✘ Mainstream pop music. Yes, he's aware this makes him a hipster. Yes, he's aware that it's popular for a reason. Still doesn't change the fact he can't stand the overproduced garbage. ✘ Church and most religions other than the religion of worshipping rock and roll. This has less to do with him being the son of the Greek Satan and more to do with his athetist-esque beliefs, which he is aware is ironic considering he's a demigod. ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Honest → Selectively compassionate → loyal →moderately antisocial → volatile (in good ways and bad) → spiteful → holds grudges Damien isn't one to always be forthright with how he really feels but he also isn't afraid to speak his mind should he feel the need to. He's pretty unpredictable in that way. Another fact about him is his tendency to hold onto grudges from years past. See, loyalty and trust has always been a rare thing for him. You can blame it on his father if you want (he sure as hell will), but he's been wronged so many times that Damien just doesn't have it in him to outright trust someone. But, if you can somehow manage to prove to him you're worthy of his trust, he'll give you loyalty in return. Break it and you'll find out just how much of his father's petty he really inherited. As a lover, Damien is somewhere between a passionate romance to someone who will make your exes jealous. And he doesn't mind being that for people. He's never been too picky when it came to whoever he boned. Honestly, he's never had a monogamous relationship in his life. Granted he's only 18, but the fact remains. He might be Hades' son, but one might venture a guess as to how much like Zeus he really is. Eh, probably too much if he gets around as much as he does. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Balance is the key to everything in the universe. For every action, there’s an opposite and equal reaction, right? For every good thing you do, it is often followed by a mistake of equal proportion. And just like that, for every Erin Chase, whose relationship with Hades, while not ideal, was decent, there is a Damien Blake, someone whose thoughts about Hades border on homicidal. And that’s on a good day. Damien’s contempt for Hades exceeds as far away from it centering around the King of the Underworld being an absentee father. Damien accepted long ago that Hades wasn’t going to be in his life in any traditional sense. He wouldn’t wake up to the smell of pancakes and his father reading the paper. He wouldn’t experience typical father-son moments like playing catch, talking about girls or why Donald Trump is a moron. Or argue with his father about why the latter supports Boris Johnson. If only it were that simple, right? Growing up in London, Damien always had to fend for himself. His mom, as much as she loved him, couldn’t prepare him for everything. Their neighborhood was one of the many bad ones that were filled to the brim with criminals and drug dealers and all kinds of unsavory types, but his mother Amelia Blake was always his rock. And until a point in his life when he couldn’t rely on her, she was the person who gave him the strength to be strong. The person who he knew would always make his bad days okay again. No matter what happened, Damien could always rely on her. But unbeknownst to him, Amelia had made a literal deal with the devil. But this devil wasn’t Lucifer Morningstar or even the other devil-like figures in the various mythologies. This devil was sly, handsome, and a real charmer (his mother’s words, obviously). But he was also a bitter, scarred bastard and forced Amelia into a deal: in exchange for allowing Damien to know his humane side, Amelia could raise Damien for a full decade. From birth to his tenth birthday, he was going to live with her, but after his tenth birthday, the clock ran out and he would be whisked away from her and live in the underworld with Hades, his father. This is why Damien hates his father. He stole him away from the only parent he ever gave a damn about. It didn’t matter if life in the underworld was different and objectively amazing (his father’s words), Damien never let up on his anger. From ten until fourteen, he lived in the underworld, but during those times - especially after the first two years - Damien made trouble for Hades. At some point, he imprisoned Damien as a bizarre form of being grounded. The only contact he had was with his stepmother, Persephone and Persephone’s close companion, Hecate. It was Hecate who Damien felt the most drawn to. Maybe it was his natural affinity towards the dark side of things or his anger, but throughout his time in the underworld, which that in itself must have made time go by a lot slower, because his time spent studying under Hecate, learning from her, and generally feeling like he was some kind of adopted child of hers -- okay, maybe he was more like a student -- there was no doubting that he and Hecate shared a bond. After a few years locked away in the underworld, Damien made a daring attempt in escaping. He knew Hades would be mad, but who the fuck cared about him, anyway? With the help of his Legacy, Hecate, she opened up a portal from the Underworld to Long Island, New York. It was the place where Camp Half-Blood was and it was the only place he could go to be truly safe from Hades. And he did. And for nearly four years, he had been at Camp Half-Blood. For nearly four years, Damien Blake has held onto the hatred for his father, vowing one day he would go back to the underworld and kill his father. And maybe, one day, take over the underworld for himself. Maybe it was a big dream, but someone had to do it, right? ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 13, Hades (King of the Underworld) Y E A R S AT C A M P Technically, three and a half since he arrived on his fourteenth birthday, but the official record states it’s been four. F A T A L F L A W Holding onto grudges and his temper (when it comes to certain individuals). R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S W E A P O N S • Shadowhunter - two short swords imbued with magical runes (gifted to him by Hecate). The runes themselves enhance sharpness and accuracy, but mostly against mythological creatures that threaten Damien's safety. • Unnamed - A set of eight throwing knives that were forged at the Camp Half-Blood forge upon his request for ranged weapons. A B I L I T I E S Damien's abilities include: Necromancy, Umbrakinesis, Limited Pyrokinesis, and Rune Spellcraft Detailed Explanation of Damien's Abilties Necromancy: Due to being the son of Hades, which he may hate more than anything in the world, Damien cannot deny his powers, especially that of the dead. Like his siblings before him, Damien has a certain control over the dead such as reviving them, speaking with them, commanding skeletons to fight for him, or in his case, serve as his training dummies. Most of the dead souls and skeletons that Damien chooses to focus on are those who were warriors in their past lives. Since it's more than likely that he couldn't properly train against those who still live, Damien much prefers it this way. Making my Monster Grow!: Damien has the ability to raise dead souls (to an extent). And though he may be able to raise all sorts of souls of the deceased, his preference has always been those who were warriors in their past lives. And he, of course, can only revive a limited number, but since they do tend to serve a singular purpose, the amount of time they linger about is, of course, limited in a sense. I hear dead people: Damien has always had a somewhat unorthodox relationship with the dead. Due to this, his ability to hear them almost at any time he desired to, Damien could strike up conversations with the souls of the dead that might be in the process of crossing the Styx River or have been recently deceased. Though possible, talking to the dead across dimensions (i.e. those in the Underworld), does take just a little of added effort on his end. Nevertheless, there is something to be noted of his affiliation for the ghastly and strange. Umbrakinesis: As a child of Hades, Damien's affinity for darkness is apparent, he can control the darkness in most facets that are available to him. He can use it to travel in the shadows, bend it to cover his skin a protective layer of "shadow skin", as well as use it offensively in the forms of tendrils and bolts of darkness. Shredding Boundaries, man!: Damien's ability with the shared shadow travel his siblings have might be different than theirs. Of course, they all share the same principles, which is using their connection to the underworld and their father to travel using the shadows, but in Damien's case, his is more of a strategic usage. Since he himself, at his core, is a warrior. As such, not only does using it not tire him out as it would others who can use this ability, he does not use it to travel great distances but rather a few feet, though using it in rapid succession (more than 5 times in less than thirty seconds) would have the same effect on him as it would those who use it to travel across state lines. This is because he is also actively using other abilities in battle, so there is also that to consider. Shrouded in Darkness: Manipulation of darkness takes another form for Damien as he can wrap himself in the shadows that cover either parts of his body or its entirety depending on what he desires. It acts as a second layer or slightly harder skin that, to its touch, is like a smooth surface but can withstand multiple blows from steel. But as great as it is, if partially donned, then his other umbrakinesis-related abilities will be weakened equal to how much of his body is covered. If he choses to give all to his defense, then he won't be able to use any of his other umbrakinesis abilities. And donning it completely will gradually drain him over time. Spikes and other Things: Offensively, Damien can manipulate and generate darkness into tendrils that come from the ground with the intent to impale his desired target. And likewise, he can create bolts of dark energy that look like a blackened version of Zeus' lightning bolt and it may seem like that too, but when it hits, it's just condensed, dark energy that has high concussive force behind it. And depending on how much focus he puts into it, they will either have the power of a soft punch or that of a wrecking ball. Of course, both come with their drawbacks: weaker bolts and tendrils will be able to be used several times over until he is drained while those with the potnetial for higher damage output would drain him severely. Limited Pyrokinesis: Being the son of Hades makes his ability to create and manipulate hellfire a given, but Damien is not, as one might put it, a pyromaniac. As such, he is not so skilled in it. He can create fireballs and fire bolts, but as for the more complicated abilities, he does not have an inkling of potential there. Spellcraft: Call it a gift from the goddess that may have taken something of a special interest in Damien. Hecate imbued him with the knowledge of spellcraft, which he took and built upon it, focusing on offensive and battle-centric runes. Whether they are the battle runes that were engraved on his body (generally ones that enhance physical capabilities and accuracy), or on his Shadowhunter blades, Damien would consider himself very adept when it comes to general spellcasting. And one might even find that he's extremely grateful to Hecate for it, as he uses it frequently in battle. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Damien is an avid rocker, for which he isn't shy about announcing. He will obnoxiously play his favorite bands as loud as he can in his room. He has a particular fondness for thrash, punk, and any anti-authority/religion songs and bands. He's particularly fond of Slayer and Anti-Flag, as well as Black Veil Brides, Bullet For My Valentine, and Nevermore Damien is kind of a sore winner and loser, especially when it comes to sparring/training sessions. When he wins, he rubs it in the faces of those he beat. When he loses, he holds a grudge and is extremely petty, almost to the point of being a bit too aggressive in the rematch. Despite being part of the Hades Cabin, Damien feels more at home at the Hecate cabin, as well as occasionally enjoying the views the Aphrodite Cabin provides. Damien is always up for unsanctioned fights, which may or may not be why he goes seeking fights anywhere he can find them. T H E M E S O N G Temper Temper Face Claim • Jamie Campbell Bower || Dialogue Color • #6699cc

@metanoia

Accepted honey..! Erin's just gunna love having a little brother. Pop him across and feel free to post him in when you're ready.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@ReveTheDreamer; of course..! Like I said, the more the merrier hun :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Canidae; of course..! New roleplayers are always welcome..! The more the merrier hun :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Aaaannnd finally posted!

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Beauregard Leo Garcia Son of Hephaestus

_{"I can feel you take control
Of who I am and all I've ever known"}

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___________________________________ N A M E Beauregard Leo Garcia "Beau" or "Bo" A G E March 11th, 18 G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Bisexual male leaning E T H N I C I T Y Mexican - English ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'8" Weight: 155lbs Hair: Black Eyes: Hazel Body Type: Muscled, Well Toned Body Marks: Both Ears are Pierced ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Past: Imani Du Bailey, Simon Brown (ex-camper), Julian Smith (deceased) F A M I L Y Mother - Maria Garcia Father - Hephaestus Siblings - Ky' vie Morgan Hayden Alexander Morgan Corona Talos L E G A C Y N/A P E T S N/A ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ reading, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror ✔ staring at himself in the mirror ✔ video games, mostly rpgs and sims ✔ spicy foods, will eat a ghost peper like nothing ✔ wood work, loves to make little toys ✔ physical contact, he's a bit touch starved ✔ the "devil's" lettuce, only in eaten form ✔ messing with people, in whatever way possible ✔ dancing, he's a great salsa and bachata dancer ✔ sleeping around with anyone that will have him D I S L I K E S ✘ nosy people, get out of his business ✘ flat hair, it doesn't look good on him ✘ humidity, makes his hair frizz up ✘ fire, it still hurts like a bitch ✘ people who think they are better than others ✘ being told to wait or having to wait ✘ the taste or thought of vodka, never again bros ✘ bigots, he will punch them in the face ✘ bland fashion taste, add some spice to it! ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Confident | Friendly | Sarcastic | Impatient | Out-Spoken | Kind | Playful | Fun-Loving | Loyal | Short-Tempered To Be Written. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y First generation Mexican-English, Maria Garcia was the first of her family to go to college and graduate with two doctorates and a Masters at the age of 27. Having to navigate through her college years was not easy for her, especially in her STEM program. Being one out of the other thirteen women to be in her STEM program, she had to put with enough bullshit to last her a lifetime. And as a last big middle finger to the rest of her male classmates, she graduated with honors alongside five of her other female classmates. A proud and accomplished woman, Maria got a job as a professor and as a Robotics Engineer for one of the top tech companies in England. During one of her conferences in London, she met a man named Matthew Woods. Both adults hit it off instantly and kept in contact even after both of them parted ways. They would meet up every now and then for drinks and dinner. After almost half a year of courting, Maria was pregnant with Beau, and the father disappeared. Maria decided to raise Beau in London for the better part of his early childhood. She loved her jobs too much to leave them, so Beau was raised by nannies. Strict nannies would slap his hands if he touched something he wasn't supposed to or slap him if he said something inappropriate. Then, just around the corner of his fifth birthday, Maria got married to a man named John Wilson. Not even a year later, they were welcoming their first child together. Beau was forgotten and left to the many nannies and tutors at home. It didn't last long. Maria decided that one kid was enough, and he was sent to Mexico to live with his grandparents for a while in Polanco. His grandparents were wealthy landowners, they owned land all around the country, and even then, they had their own little mechanic shop in the heart of the city. Beau grew to love the shop and his grandmother's gift to fix about anything that came in the shop. He was a natural learner, always excited to watch her work. Growing up around machines was like a dream for Beau. It felt natural to work with his hands, get them dirty with oil and see what you had been working with to finally come alive after hours or days. His grandfather taught him about woodwork, too, showed him that building wasn't just about technology or mechanics. It would also be a form of art, something that Beau could use to relax. His first work of art fell apart within the first hour of completion, but this only motivated the boy to work harder. Mexico felt like home. A home that didn't last long. His mother and her new family moved to the United States just two years later and wanted Beau to move in with them. He didn't want to at first. He loved his grandparents and their workshop, but they convinced him to try it for a year. One year and if he didn't like it he was allowed to come back. A few months before his eighth birthday he was claimed by his father. He didn’t know what it had meant and he didn’t want to ask his mother about it either; afraid he wouldn’t be allowed to go back to his grandparents. A week later a man and two teens came to his house in Florida to explain to him what that symbol had meant. That summer Beau left Florida and moved into Camp Half-blood. He visits his grandparents every winter or spring without missing a season. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Nine ⧿ Hephaestus, God of the Forge S T A T U S Half-time Camper 10 years R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S - Be a pain in the ass to his siblings. - Furniture Repairman W E A P O N S - Axe enchanted into a ring. - Crosbow he designed a few months ago. A B I L I T I E S Technopathy : Beau can create, shape and manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Due to his upbrining, Beau is specially skilled with technology, robotics, and anything electronic related. He has coded various games and programs to help other demi-gods like him. Geokinesis : Like his father, Beau has the ability over lava, and magma, he has a certain level of control over earth. Using this ability has become second nature to Beau in recent years. Pyrokinesis : A rare ability among his siblings, Beau only has a resistance to heat. While he is unable to get burned, he still expiriences the pain from the heat. Superhuman Abilites : Like all demigods, Beau posses superhuman streangth, agility, durability, and reflexes. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Can speak English, Greek, and Spanish. Beau is a pretty good cook. Loves to bother his siblings. Always makes a bedhead look good. Likes to act oblivious. Face Claim: Xavier Serrano | #703642

@Rodiak

Accepted honey..! Pop him across and post him in when you're ready hun :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Collab Between: Michael Stevenson (@MarshiestMallow), & Adeline Vos (@Vicier).}

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"..hm..?"

The soft hum reverberating through her lightly glossed lips, Adeline's attention was drawn towards the familiar voice calling out to her. And just like with Greyson; just like with everyone in the camp, really, she didn't need to hear his voice in order to know who it was. Though... in this particular instance, it was a welcomed clue. Especially with everything going on- with everything running through her mind; and it wasn't long after that particular thought that she was looking once more in the general direction that Greyson's voice had disappeared in.

"..I-..." Biting softly on the inside of her lip, Adeline was hesitant, though a brief pause more and she was turning back towards Michael's voice. Her hand raising up from the other in front of her stomach so that she could gently brush some of her orange locks back; neatly tucking them behind her ear, "..Grey said he would find me later, I-... I'm not sure if that means I should stay here, or not..."

Michael glanced about, but couldn't see Greyson anywhere. He doubted that Greyson had meant for Adeline to stay where she was for long- and it wouldn't be hard to track her down if she did move. In any case, he didn't think it would be a good idea for her to wait around for what could be hours. With everything that was going on... Micheal hesitated before he spoke "I t-think you c-c-could go s-somewhere else" He said, gaze moving back to Adeline, Moe happily leaning against his side.

"It c-c-could be a while b-before he c-comes b-back." If he was dealing with Erin, it could be more than a little while before he was free to make his way back. "everything s-s-sort of w-went a b-bit c-crazy." More than a bit, and Michael glanced around, as if expecting something else to happen.

"..y-yeah... it really did..." Her hand returning back to the other in front of her stomach, a worried frown took over her features, and with it, she let out a gentle sigh. It had been such a good day; or, at least, that was how the day had begun anyway. But things had changed so quickly, and now everyone else was on edge. Upset and angry; and really..? She hated seeing them all like that. Figuratively, of course.

"..do you think she'll be alright..?"

Michael hesitated, not entirely sure what he could say- he doubted he had any words to ease her mind, but... He glanced away, thoughtful for a moment. "I... d-don't know. I s-suppose it d-depends. B-but she's t-tough. They f-find the d-d-dove"

They'd find the dove...

Chewing a moment on her lower lip, Adeline's head nodded gently to the words that passed through his lips. Her bright gaze turning back to where she had originally been looking. Michael was right... whoever was going- whoever Erin chose to take with her on the quest, well... provided she actually chose to go herself... they were going to be alright. They were going to succeed. They would find the dove, and they would come back together. The rest of them just had to believe and put their faith in the hope that they would.

"..merci, Michael..." Head nodding a little more confidently with the more time she spent on the thought, Adeline brought her attention back to the guy she was speaking with. Her soft lips turning up in a gentle smile as she stepped closer towards the son of Athena, "..were you heading anywhere in particular..? I-... I'm sorry if I kept you..."

He automatically shook his head, before grimacing to himself, and drawing in a breath. "I... n-no. I w-wasn't h-heading anywhere... " he said, feeling like a fool- shaking his head as if she could see him doing so. "D-did you w-want to go s-somewhere?"

"Sure." Nodding her head once more, Adeline's smile only brightened. Lighting up her gentle features, "..did you have anywhere in particular in mind..?"

"I... uh... y-you w-were w-waiting for G-Grayson, r-right? D-d-did you w-want to g-g-g-o somewhere he c-can find you again?"

"..I did leave my laptop in the amphitheater..." Dropping her gaze down and away slightly, Adeline seemed to think on that a moment before she turned her attention back to the Michael. Her soft smile once again lighting up her gentle features, "Do you think we could go get it..? After that though... we could have hot chocolates at my cabin; if you want to, I mean..."

Michael shifted, Moe shifting with him with ease- although the big ball of floof gave a sound that was somewhat disappointment as he was made to move. "S-s-sure. S-sounds g-good"