Vicier

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@MarshiestMallow; Remus is accepted hun. His cabin will be number twety-eight. Feel free to pop him over and post him in when you're ready.

As for Riley, we've spoken; heheh :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

@Vicier ... <3 ^^

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Jacob Quinten Griesheim, Son of Deimos

_{"There is no illusion greater than fear."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Jacob Quinten Griesheim ∞ Quin ∞ Jake ∞ Mute A G E 18-years-old; November 5th G E N D E R Male S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual 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: 5'10" Weight: 176lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Normal: ∞ Amber Powers: ∞ Shadow Travel; ∞ Worst Fear Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: ∞ Scar across throat ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Crushes∞ Imogen Parsons ∞ Levina Engracia ∞ Tatiana Hernandez Current: None Past: A mortal or two. F A M I L Y Parents Mother: ∞ Katherine Griesheim (M.I.A.) Father: ∞ Deimos, god of terror, panic and dread. Grandfather: ∞ Quinten Griesheim Demi-god Siblings Full: ∞ Ezra Dean Griesheim Half: ∞ Danielle Amara De Luca L E G A C Y Selene, goddess of the Moon, Radiance, and Insanity P E T S ∞ A litter-trained bunny by the name of Doc. Like Doc Holiday, or Buggs Bunny. "Whats up, Doc?" ∞ A couple of mules by the names of Jolene and Delilah, who he just calls ∞ 'Jo' and 'Lilah' for short. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Adventures ✔ Outdoors ✔ Riding his mules ✔ Paintballing ✔ Shooting at the range ✔ Hunting ✔ Learning new things ✔ War movies ✔ Studio Ghibli Films ✔ Paintballing ✔ Spicy food ✔ Writing poetry ✔ Rap music D I S L I K E S ✘ Deep bodies of water ✘ Racist people ✘ Stale humor, or lackthereof ✘ Arrogant pricks ✘ Toxic masculinity ✘ Preppy girls ✘ Violence without reason ✘ Mumble rap ✘ Being stuck inside for too long ✘ Enclosed spaces ✘ Having to wash dishes ✘ Being treated different because he's mute ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Quiet ₪ Observant ₪ Stoic ₪ Reliable ₪ Caring ₪ Lionhearted ₪ Romantic ₪ Headstrong ₪ Determined ₪ Laid Back ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y Where Ezra took to Lights! Camera! ACTION!, Jacob was more into the military. Spent his junior high and high school career in ROTC preparing for the fateful day he'd join. He always had his sights set on the Navy SEALS, though he'd settle for the Marines if he had to. --will finish later-- ____________________________________________________________________________ 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 Jacob has been at camp a little over a year; he's collected one bead. F A T A L F L A W ₪ Soft-hearted – Having softness or tenderness of heart can lead them into trouble; susceptible to pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering, or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so. ₪ Practical – Level-headed, efficient, and unspeculative. No-nonsense. W E A K N E S S ₪ Farsighted R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ₪ Border Patrol ₪ Unofficially keeping the peace amongst his two siblings W E A P O N S ∞ Desert Eagle ∞ .22 Hunting Rifle ∞ A bo staff. Breaks into two separate pieces ∞ Tactical Bow A B I L I T I E S Umbrakinesis He has control over darkness and shadows for various uses. Shadow Travel: He can use shadows as a way of transportation. However, great distances tend to wear him out. ₪ Darkness Generation: He can solidify shadows to shoot bolts of darkness, form virtually anything created from the darkness itself, and surround enemies in pitch-black clouds of lightless space. ₪ Invisibility (Has not figured out, yet): He can use shadows to cover himself in darkness to become invisible. ₪ Vitakinesis (limited): He can heal minor injuries to himself or others by using darkness. Odikinesis As the child of the god of personal fear, panic and rout, Jacob can control the feelings and emotions of war, such as fear, hate and rage. ₪ Persona Worst Fear Generation: Jacob has the ability to make individuals see their worst fears through eye contact. However, he can only do this to one person at a time. Night Vision Jacob can see perfectly in the dark. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R ∞ Jacob is mute. He can not talk, though he can understand a multitude of different languages but is most fluent in English, Greek, German, and of course Sign Language. ∞ Jacob's room ∞ Jacob's personal library inside of his room ∞ Jacob's personal vehicle, a Jeep Jacob is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat, and has a history in MMA-style fighting. T H E M E S O N G Emotionless by Drake 2nd Theme Song - God's Plan by Drake Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien | #656238

@Moro

Accepted honey..! You did really well with him..! Pop him across and feel free to post him in when you're ready to :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Hopefully the last one I'm making c:

Tatiana Selena Hernandez

_{"I burn for no one but myself."}

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___________________________________ N A M E Tatiana Selena Hernandez - Tati - Ana - Lena A G E Dec 21st, 18 G E N D E R cis Female S E X U A L I T Y Uncertain E T H N I C I T Y Mexican - Greek N A T I O N A L I T Y America ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 5'2" Weight: 123lbs Hair: Curly, Brown Eyes: Dark Brown Body Type: Slender and petite Body Marks: tattoo on her back ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Current: N/A Crushes: - Kalinda Franklins - Jaime Walker - Ezra Dean Griesheim - Levina Corentin Engracia Past: TBD F A M I L Y Father Alejandro Hernandez Mother Goddess Hecate Demigod Siblings Valeria Muños Morlaes Zane Blacklight Mortal Siblings Nataly Hernandez Marcos Hernandez L E G A C Y Selene P E T S - Tarantula named Chapo. - Hairless cat named Mitsy. ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ roller skating, she's perfected back flips on them ✔ messing with boys, she gets a kick from it ✔ playing her violin and piano, loves to play classical pieces, or heavy metal covers ✔ taking care of her plants, it relaxes her ✔ baking, while she may not be the best cook, she can bake one mean pie ✔ horror and rom-coms, loves them so much that she watched one every other day ✔ foraging, when she's not at camp she's in the forest ✔ magical rituals and her traditions, they make her feel closer to her mother ✔ arson D I S L I K E S ✘ cloudy nights when she cannot see the moon ✘ having to train, she does it, but she doesn't enjoy it ✘ not having the propper materials for her spells/potions ✘ bitter foods, she has a sweet tooth ✘ having people tell her to do something she was already going to do ✘ cowards and non-confrontational people, just get it over with ✘ heights, anything more than four flights of stairs she will freeze up ✘ wet foods, like soup ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Friendly | Confrontational | Confident | Unpredictable | Playful Witty | Flirty | Messy | Selfish | Ambitious | Blunt | Intense To be written. 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Est dissentiunt intellegebat cu, minim mentitum interesset ne sea, eu stet everti nam. Falli animal iudicabit at has. Per melius ancillae ei, aeque tation sit ut. Duo te laudem postulant, eu ceteros fabellas sit. Offendit inimicus qualisque ius in, qui in quot tantas primis. Putant impedit te ius, sea debitis cotidieque vituperatoribus at, mea ex antiopam liberavisse deterruisset. Noluisse explicari consectetuer per at, omnesque voluptatum ne vel. Ne admodum docendi recteque qui, ei omnium detracto ponderum mel. Nemore sanctus nusquam ea pri, causae veritus mediocritatem eam an. Per instructior theophrastus no, ut cum erant explicari.Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, placerat dissentiet eum ea. Eam facer principes ex. Indoctum iracundia ut has, eum facete epicurei assueverit ne. Per eu melius facilisis appellantur, duo stet malorum hendrerit ei, no elitr dissentiet mel. Est dissentiunt intellegebat cu, minim mentitum interesset ne sea, eu stet everti nam. Falli animal iudicabit at has. Per melius ancillae ei, aeque tation sit ut. Duo te laudem postulant, eu ceteros fabellas sit. Offendit inimicus qualisque ius in, qui in quot tantas primis. Putant impedit te ius, sea debitis cotidieque vituperatoribus at, mea ex antiopam liberavisse deterruisset. Noluisse explicari consectetuer per at, omnesque voluptatum ne vel. Ne admodum docendi recteque qui, ei omnium detracto ponderum mel. Nemore sanctus nusquam ea pri, causae veritus mediocritatem eam an. Per instructior theophrastus no, ut cum erant explicari.Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, placerat dissentiet eum ea. Eam facer principes ex. Indoctum iracundia ut has, eum facete epicurei assueverit ne. Per eu melius facilisis appellantur, duo stet malorum hendrerit ei, no elitr dissentiet mel. Est dissentiunt intellegebat cu, minim mentitum interesset ne sea, eu stet everti nam. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Sixteen ⧿ Hecate, Goddess of Magic S T A T U S Full-Time Camper - 1 year, 1 bead R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S Camp Border Patrol and Maintenance W E A P O N S ● Dagger and Rapier made of Stygian Iron, enchanted into a black ring. ● Butterfly Knife her father gifted to her before leaving. ● Spellbook passed down by her grandmother to her. ● Wip that belonged to her grandmother. ● Belt Bag enchanted to fit large amounts of her components, spellbook, and potions. A B I L I T I E S Tatiana's abilities include; Mystiokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Mist Control, and Necromancy. Abilities Mystiokinesis : The ability to cast and manipulate magic. Her mother's ability of magic passed down to her allowing her to take control of all sorts of magical powers. While she is still trying to learn, she has mastered two types of magic; telekinesis and pyrokinesis. Recently she has become obsessed with chronokinesis. Tati's ability to use her magic mostly revolve around Pagan Witchcraft and brujeria, giving her an unique take on her abilities and capabilities. They also require specific components. Umbrakinesis : Much like her mother, Tati is able to manipulate darkness around her to shadow travel or create barriers. Due to her ties with her culture and her Legacy, Vira can use these abilities usuing certain components, for example in order to shadow travel she had to interact with her Labrodite and Moonstone neacklace. Her abilities are also enhanced during the night and moon water is much more potent to her. Mist Control : Like her mother, Tati can control and manipulate the Mist at will. It is the oly ability she could use without the need of any components or spells. With it, she is able to create illusions and alter other's mind. Whie she cannot summon Mist Forms for longer than five inutes, she is still working on perfecting her abilities. Necromancy: : Unlike those children of Hades, Tati only has the ability to talk to the dead and sense their precense. She can only interract with them with the help of her spells and components. This ability is also limited to a few hours a day. F A T A L F L A W Lust for Power Tati wants to learn more, she wants to become the best magic user to impress her mother and will do anything to do so. W E A K N E S S E S Tati's reliance on her magical abilities and components make her weak. Without them, she had to rely on her stength and fighting abilities alone, and she's not the best fighter without shadow travel. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Face Claim: Tashi Rodriguez | #779FA1 Tati can speak Spanish, English and Greek. Tati has a large collection of books ranging from history, science, folklore, magic, botanical, and ligistics. She has an obsession with the occult of other cultures and black magic, often experimenting with spells or potions. Tati grows her own herbs and plants in her cabin, her room, and most of the cabin is now covered with all sorts of plants. During full moons, she's often spotted by the beach or outside trying to make moon water. Her room, and her bed, ____________________________________________________________________________ T H E M E S O N G Boys Wanna Be Her Play With Fire

@Pyxis

Accepted honey..! She's going to make an interesting addition to the camp, that's for sure. I look forward to interacting with her. Feel free to pop her across into the character tab, and to post her in when you're ready to do so.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Location: Ares Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: Aurelius Hale (@Apoalo), & Talon Davis (@MarshiestMallow).
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Again... almost always; there was blood glistening across her hands. Over her worked knuckles. But then, it was natural. It wasn't exactly out of the ordinary for someone in camp to shed blood on any given day, and really, the sons and daughters of war were no exception. In fact she was pretty damn sure that, nine times out of ten, it was them that kept the infirmary as busy as it usually was. A sigh passing out through her lips, Octavia frowned. Her dark gaze falling to her hands as she curled and uncurled her fingers a few times over. The crimson of her blood staining her flesh, but she was far used to it by now. Besides... it was just a few scratches. What really mattered was that everything underneath was still good. The bones and muscles... the tendons.

As long as they were fine; then it was easy enough to put up with the scrapes and bruises.

Wincing slightly, the gentle cool breeze blowing in through the window running over her raw knuckles making them sting slightly; Octavia's gaze was drawn over to the window. Watching for a few moments as the light from the sun streamed in through it before he began to move. Fingers curling gently over the pane as she pulled it down, shutting it completely. Again, it was something that she was used to, but even still, it didn't mean that she liked the rather uncomfortable sting that came from an open wound, no matter how small it might have been.

Turning away from the window after a moment longer, Octavia's arms fell. Swinging lightly at her sides as she crossed over to her bedside table, and only once she got there did she pull open the top draw. Hand resting on its surface as she began to rumage through it with the other. A frown etching its way onto her features, her fingers clasped around the almost empty roll of black tape she usually used when she trained. Shit. She was almost out. That meant that she had to choose from one of a few options. First, she could simply go back to the infirmary and ask them if they had any spare... second, she could order more and pay extra for Hermes to deliver it in the next few minutes... or third, she could risk it and venture into one of her brothers rooms to see if any of them had any left.

It wasn't the most appealing of the options, but...

Rolling her eyes; Octavia slid the draw closed. Her fist curling around what little tape she had left, she turned away. Her feet carrying her accross the room, it wasn't long before she was reaching out and pulling open the door leading from her bedroom into the hall. Though as soon as she did, she couldn't stop the flicker of regret, however brief it was, from crossing her mind as she came face to face with one of the figures she hadn't thought she'd be seeing so soon.

Talon.

Of everyone she could have possibly run into, it had to be him. Of course it did, because really, that was just her luck. And with the way the whole day was going so far, she wasn't necissarily surprised. Opening her mouth to speak, her words were cut off before she even had a chance to form them in her mind. Her attention instead drawing down the stairs and towards the front door as the sound of knuckles rapping on the wood filled the air. A guest..? Now..? It clearly wasn't Elias or Brandon; neither of them would have knocked. Why would they..? They lived there too.

Hesitating, her gaze flicking back and forth between her brother and the front door of their cabin; it was only a few moments after that her attention was drawn up towards the speaker fitted in the corner of the hallway. The sound of Dionysus' voice coming out of it. An announcement, really..? On top of everything else going on..?

Shifting slightly over the spot, tightening her hold over the tape she held, she let out another sigh. It was going to be a long summer...

Arm lifting from her side, reaching out towards him, Octavia gave a gentle squeeze of her brother's shoulder, "..I'll be back- just going to get the door first." Turning away from him, she'd only made it a few steps down the stairs before she paused. Her body twisting on the spot so that she was able to look back up at him from where she was; Octavia held up her hand. Fingers uncurling slightly as she held the tape up for him to see, "..do you have any tape, by the way..? I'm almost out..."

Waiting only a few moments for a response, her gaze holding his, she could only hope that he understood that despite everything that happened earlier, everything between them was fine. Or, at least, she hoped it was. It was something they were going to have to face eventually. Though when either of them got over their pride enough to sit and confront what happened in a more civil manner, it was going to be difficult to tell. Until then however... was there a point in holding onto the anger that had gotten the better of them in the heat of the moment..? All in all, it was a work in progress for both of them. They were just currently at different stages of the process.

Curling her fingers over again, holding what little tape she had back into the palm of her hand, it was a few moments later that she was giving him her back and heading off down the stairs. Her free hand lifting, fingers dashing across her forehead in order to brush aside any stray strands of hair; Octavia reached out and clasped hold of the door handle once she'd reached it. And after pulling open the door of her cabin, it was the second time in simply a few moments that she stood frozen in place. The seam of her lips parting slightly, dark eyes widening as she stared at the figure waiting on the other side of it. He was-... W-What..?

"..Relus..?"

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Location: The Big House - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting Between: Arthur Keller (@Zenritch) & Lord Dionysus (@Vicier).
Calling on: Dorian Underwood (@King Kindred), Michael Stevenson (@MarshiestMallow), Vivian Lucasta (@metanoia), Elias Schneider (@Metztli), Greyson Davies & Sawyer Lockwood (@Moro), Anzu Ito (@Pyxis), Kyrin Nahng (@Rodiak), Zane Blacklight (@Theyra), and Levina Engracia (@Zenritch).
Song Used: "Nightingale" by Demi Lovato.
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After making sure that everyone was alright, Arthur promptly said goodbye to everyone in the infirmary before taking his leave. He had no destination in mind at the moment, letting himself wander wherever his feet would take him while deep in thought. The matter with Erin certainly put a lot of them on edge, even someone as perpetually calm as Arthur. But if there's one thing he had learned in all his years at camp... it's that all the gods were unpredictable.

As if to prove that point, Arthur suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice in his head. He was familiar with these "glimpses" like the one he's having right now. It was sort of a way his mom would communicate with him whenever she wanted to talk to him privately. "She did say she never liked using Iris messages because she felt like Iris was eavesdropping on everyone using her messaging service." Arthur thought.

The fact that it was an unfamiliar female voice he was hearing and not his mother's struck the son of Selene as odd. Although it didn't take him long to figure out that this was the message his mom wanted him to hear. Focusing on the voice, he discovered that the girl was... singing? And it was quite a familiar song too. Stopping at a nearby bench, Arthur took a seat before quietly contemplating the situation. The way she sung felt like it was a cry for help rather than someone singing just for the sake of it. Since he was legacy of one of the muses, he could easily tell what emotion people are feeling as they played any musical instrument or sung any song.

After the girl seemed to have finished singing her heart out, Arthur heard her talking in an emotional tone but it felt like she wasn't talking to someone but rather something. And since his mother was showing him this, he could imagine that the girl was voicing her frustrations to the moon.

He doesn't know what trouble the mysterious girl was in, but he could deduce a few things from this situation, at the very least.

First and foremost, he was certain that she was a demigod. His mother isn't really interested in the affairs of mortals ever since she relinquished her duties to Artemis. Secondly, he noticed that the girl had a slight indian accent so the best guess he has is that she's somewhere in India. Third, the fact that his mom showed interest in her meant that she must be his sister... or somewhere along those lines. And lastly, she needed help in escaping whatever predicament she was in and the best way to help her as well as ensure her safety was to bring her back to camp.

With a sense of urgency in his step, Arthur made his way to the Big House. As much as he wanted to start searching for the girl who could potentially be his sister, he knew that Mr. D was responsible for everything related to demigod search-and-rescue operations... including who gets sent to retrieve them. After getting inside the imposing structure, the son of Selene made his way towards the wine god's office. Placing three well-placed knocks, he first asked permission to enter before daring to venture in.

"Hello, Mr. D? It's Arthur. Arthur Keller. May I please enter your office? I have something important to tell you." Arthur said in a calm and confident tone from outside Dionysus' door.

"Yes, yes- come in Mr. Archer."

Waving his hand in a dismissive manner, not particularly caring as to who was on the other side of the door; Dionysus' attention was instead focused on the files lain out on the desk in front of him. His features worn, showing even the smallest amount of his actual age the longer he held a frown. A crease plastered between his brows. Take this serious... that was the great advice that Chiron had given him. Blasted brother- if the centaur wanted the decision to be made seriously, then why in Olympus hadn't he just done the blasted job himself..?

His frown deepening as the door opened, revealing the child who had come to seek him out, he once again lifted his hand. This time motioning for him to hurry up, "Come on; hurry up. What is it, Mr. Ardel..? I don't have all day..."

After getting the go ahead from the Camp Director, Arthur promptly entered Mr. D's office, stood in front of him, and gave him a respectful bow. Afterwards, he began relaying the information he received from his mother.

"Sir, I wish to inform you if a possible Demigod that needs rescuing. The details my mother gave me were quite vague. All I know is that she's somewhere in India, she needs immediate rescuing... And she could possibly be my half-sister. Please, I'm asking you to send a party to bring her back here." The dark-haired boy said while trying to maintain his calm demeanor. All he could hope was that he managed to convey the urgency of the matter to Mr. D properly. Hearing how much the wine god got his name wrong was a small price to pay for his possible half-sister's salvation.

"..yes Mr. Arend; I am already well aware of the little blighter that needs to be collected." His dark gaze lifting from the files he had been looking over, Dionysus took a few moments to simply stare at the child standing in front of him before he began to move. Hands resting on the desk, pressing into it, he stood himself up to his rightful height. Picking up a memo that he'd received from Olympus sometime between the the commotion at the obstacle tower, and him having returned to his office, "However, you are mistaken. The child is not in India, they are in Atlanta, Georgia. Though why your mother is butting into the affairs of another's child is beyond me..."

Arthur wasn't really all that surprised when Mr. D told him he was already aware of the situation. They tend to do so much stuff that inconvenience others at the very least that people tend to forget that entities like the god of wine/Diet Coke extremely powerful beings with abilities beyond human comprehension.

What surprised Arthur, however, were the little details that he acquired from what little the camp director said. First of all, it seems that the mystery girl is in Atlanta, Georgia instead of India. That certainly makes this rescue mission a lot less complicated. It also means that they could get to her faster. The next thing that Dionysus said, however, instilled mixed feelings within Arthur.

"Mom is interested in another's child... So that means she isn't my sister?"

A pang of guilt spread in Arthur's chest at the same as relief came flooding in. He was glad that his mum still remained faithful to his dad to this day but it didn't mean that he didn't want the mysterious girl to be family... Besides, as Mr. D had expressed, it would be strange for his mother to put so much attention and interest over someone who isn't her daughter... Unless.

"Sir... If she isn't my sister then she could have been chosen as a Legacy by my mother. That's the only other explanation I could think of at the moment."

"..where in Olympus did you get Indian..?" His frown becoming more defined, Dionysus made his round his desk. His arms crossing over the front of his chest as he perched himself back and on the edge of it. His dark eyes baring down on the demigod standing in front of him, "From information given to me, the girl is Russian."

Arthur raised his brow when he heard the discrepancy between the information Dionysus had given him. It made sense now that they were having so many conflicting pieces of information when he thought about it. After having been all over the world due to his family's lifestyle, he was certain he could tell apart a Russian accent from an Indian accent and he was now more certain that they are looking at two completely different truths.

"The only explanation I have right now, sir, is that the demigod you have described to me and the one I told you about in turn are two completely different people. I am more than confident that the voice my mother made me hear in my head was that of a young woman of Indian descent. So I think we're looking at two separate search-and-rescue operations, Mr. D."

Family or not, there was a reason his mom showed him that glimpse and he needed to convince Mr.D that what he was saying was true.

"..two... of course there's fucking two of them..." Letting out a heavy sigh, Dionysus closed his eyes. One hand raising from where it had been as he rubbed wearily at his features.

The silence hanging between them, heavy, for a few moments longer, Dionysus eventually turned his gaze back to the young man standing in front of him, "..you wouldn't be interested in going, would you..? No, of course you wouldn't. Why would running this pathetic camp be as simple as that..."

Arthur was about to correct Mr. D when the camp director assumed he wouldn't be imterested in joining the rescue party but ultimately decided against it. For starters, it was risky enough as it is to attempt correcting the temperamental wine god. More importantly, however, he was putting his faith on Dionysus to pick the right people for the rescue teams.

"I have a... Prior engagement, Mr. D, so I can't personally come. However, I can drop them off in one of the hotels in India I've been to in the past using Shadow Travel." Arthur suggested enthusiastically.

"Prior engagement. Right." The laugh passing into the air more like a scoff, Dionysus pushed away from his desk. If he hadn't heard a more useless excuse in all his existence. What prior engagement would any of the little shits he was charged with possibly have..? All they did was laze about, mess around and take advantage of the lackadaisical rules that were set in place. He'd never admit it out loud to anyone, but it made him rather proud. They were kids after his own heart, and really, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Moving over to the large filing cabinet behind his desk; and after pulling it open, simply plucked five files out at random. Dionysus' dark eyes taking a moment to glance the names listed before he slipped one back into the cabinet. Replacing it with another, he made his way back to sit in his chair, reaching to pull the mic for the camps speaker system closer to him, "If the group I send wishes for your help, then so be it. It's up to them."

Laying the files out with the other five he'd already chosen, again, at random, Dionysus held his hand up as a sign for the boy to remain quiet as he flicked the switch and spoke into the mic. His voice ringing out through the whole of the camp, "Alright you lazy blighters. I want to see the following demigods in my office: Kyrin Nahng, Vivian Lucasta, Elias Schneider, Greyson Davies, Anzu Ito, Levina Engracia, Dorian Underwood, Zane Blacklight, and Michael Stevenson. I also want to see Sawyer Lockwood. Now. Might be an immortal, but I'm not going to waste my existance waiting on you lot."

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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It was in the forest that he could truly breathe... that he could just be himself without consequence.

With the light from the sun streaming through the boughs in brilliant yet shadowy beams; it was in the forest that he felt a deep sense of kinship running through the flora and right into his core. Stretching out across the Earth, and touching everything that lived; and he could feel it. This strange life force. Filling his lungs... his brain; his very soul. It was in everything... the mountains, the undergrowth, the rivers and creeks, the trees and animals- everything that surrounded him and made the Earth they all called home as beautiful as it was. It was as though the forest itself was its own unique sentient being. Whispering softly to the purest of hearts with its wisdom. And really, it kind of was.

Adjusing the straps of his pack on his shoulders, Kepano's eyes closed. Head tilting back as the warm rays of a sun born to rise each morning streamed in through the canopy above him, washing over him. Each one seeping into his skin, and with them, he couldn't help but feel alive. How couldn't he..? Wrapped in the blessing provided to them by his mother... his half-sister, Persphone... Apollo... Pan- he opened his eyes. And doing so, took another look around his person.

Aside from the usual underbrush, the forest floor was littered with roots. Weaving in and out of the Earth which thanks to the morning dew that still clung almost desperately to the foliage, even now that the sun hung almost directly above him in the sky, emmited the strong scent of petrichor. Musky, fresh- it was really the only way that he could describe it without going into scientific detail. And honestly, it was still way too early for that sort of thinking. Normally he waited at least until early or late afternoon to bust out the botany and herbology, and even then, he tried to avoid boring people by yapping their ears off with all of the plant talk. It just wasn't something that everyone was into, and he wasn't exactly willing to go about forcing it on anyone.

That just wasn't who he was.

Letting out a sigh; gentle and relaxing. A sense of calm seemed to wash over him as he cast his gaze out to the scene lain out in front of him. From where he was stood, he had the perfect view of the horizon and the crest of mountains that encircled the area like a magnificent painting cast and held within a golden frame for all to stand and admire. The sky was blue. But then, when you looked deeper, it was so much more than that. A soft smile dancing over his features, it was a few moments longer of simply admiring the work that only Apollo could produce before he turned his back to the horizon. The ground crunching under his feet with each step that he took- the path nonexistent, though his destination was more than clear. It was time that he headed home. He'd already been gone for almost a week on his little impromptu camping trip, and if he was being honest with himself, he'd be more than surprised if he wasn't bombarded as soon as he got back by campers whining about having almost starved during his absence.

Gods, they could be so dramatic at times; but then, it was just who they were.

He wouldn't have them any other way.

Chuckling softly to himself, Kepano shoved his hands down into the pockets of his jacket. Giving a light shake of his head as he trudged along, winding his way through the trees until, finally, after having hiked for quite some time, he broke though the line and into the familiar open space of the camp. His dark brown gaze gliding slowly over the area as he slowed to a stop, taking a moment to try and get his bearings, they eventually fell to his phone as he drew it out from his pocket. His thumb pressing down into the power button, he waited for it to flash to life before he allowed himself to get distracted again. Glancing around at just where it was he'd ended up.

The training grounds. Huh...

He must have really gotten further off his normal track than he first thought. The buzzing vibration of his phone in his hand pulling his thoughts back down to the divice, he couldn't help but blink. Once... twice- he wasn't really sure how many times he did so before he let out a nervous laugh. Twelve new messages. If he was being completely honest, he was surprised it wasn't more. And-... Oh Gods... he wasn't looking forward to checking his email. How many orders had been put in while he was away..? Shaking his head lightly, pushing forward, Kep let his feet be his guide as he wandered back towards the main part of camp. Thumb moving over the screen as he began going through and responding to the messages he'd recieved during his little hiatus.

Ahh... getting back into his routine was going to be fun.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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___________________________________ N A M E Aurelius Lucius Hale ∞ Lucy if you dare ∞ Noctis ∞ Goldie ∞ Elus ∞ Relus A G E 3rd of April - Seventeen G E N D E R cis Male S E X U A L I T Y Pansexual N A T I O N A L I T Y Roman, Greek P R O V E N A N C E Unknown ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6' 2" Weight: 171lbs Hair: ∞ Black Eyes: ∞ Blue Body Type: ∞ Lean ∞ Toned ∞ Wiry ∞ Ectomorph Body Marks: ∞ On his right arm is a tattoo of Nemesis' wheel with Pluto's sigil above. The mark SPQR is right below followed by eight line marks. Other than this he has 50 other individual tattoo's. He makes a habit of getting a new one after a particularly decent fight or battle. Or when his Cohort brings honor. ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Very happily taken. Crushes: ∞ He already has the best Current: ∞ Octavia Ramírez-Arellano Past: ∞ None F A M I L Y Father: Aelius Lucius Hale Mother: Nemesis (Goddess of Retribution and Vengeance) Siblings: ∞ None that he's aware of. L E G A C Y Pluto/Hades (King of the Underworld) P E T S ∞ Tiberius; a Black German Shepherd ∞ Azora; a Black Maine Coon O T H E R ∞ Detailed Relationships ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Warfare ✔ Squad Tactics ✔ Dueling ✔ Sparring ✔ War-games ✔ Organization, and Drill ✔ Any kind of gaming ✔ Movies (War and Action) ✔ Tattoos ✔ Partying after a long day of training ✔ Hunting ✔ Teaching combat skills D I S L I K E S ✘ People who underestimate him ✘ Anyone who keeps him from training in any way ✘ Those who judge only based off appearances ✘ Greek Superiority complexes ✘ Disarray, and disorganization in the formation ✘ Anyone who relies on anything other than hard work and dedication. ✘ Feeling lost and unsure of what to do ✘ Titanspawn of any kind ✘ 'Honor' Duels, just don't ✘ Disrespect to himself or any other in authority ✘ The Nickname Lucy ✘ Being away from Octavia ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Straightforward/Blunt | Likeable | Elitist | Reliable | Motivated | Unconventional | Proud What can one say, inside every blood-thirsty warrior there's also a deep and complicated web of emotions and thoughts that make them up. It's no different for Elias, more so even with his current predicament. The Son of Nemesis' most seen trait is his Pride. He takes pride in his appearance, his abilities, and his life. You could say he was a bit too prideful and you'd be right but it's a work in progress and while Pride may be what you see first about him, it's quickly taken under surface by a myriad of other traits that make up the Praetor. Such as the fact that he's actually rather likeable and easy to talk with. He has a straightforwardness about him that has him able to speak his mind to anyone without worrying about what the other thinks. He's secure about himself, uncaring about what other people think of him, aside from underestimating him in battle that is. He's a firm leader, very strict but very fair. He cares for anyone and everyone under him and can be counted on to show up to any situation asked of him. In larger scale social situations he executes a very simple laissez-faire attitude, preferring to make witty comments in the back and stay out of the spotlight since he commands so much attention when in combat mode. He loves to relax and not be in charge for a bit. He's a puzzle piece that you have to carefully put in place lest he lose his patience. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y The life of a Legionnaire isn't for everyone. Being born and raised in New Rome no one knew that more than Aurelius Hale. His father, a graduate of Camp Jupiter and Centurion for his last ten years had barely made it himself when he started out. But perseveerance and determination to get better drove the man and he ended up a consort of Nemesis herself. The Goddess had been impressed with the work that Elias' father put in and his ability to rise through the ranks despite luck seeming to be against him. She admitted that she put those obstacles in his way as tests and that he had passed with flying colors. The two of them had a love like a burning bonfire, very intense and easily spotted before burning out and leaving a lot of ashes. For nine months the two had a love that was like no other and then, Aurelius Lucius Hale was born into the world. Nemesis, knowing that her desires to remain and perhaps even be a family was fruitless gave her sorrowful goodbye and let the love of her current life know she would be watching. Knowing that he was a demi-god, the entire city of New Rome took to the age old saying of 'it takes a village to raise a child.' Aelius was able to get a job while the wives and mothers of current campers took care of him. He was raised a proper and proud son of New Rome and took to his upbringing well. He was highly energetic and very inquisitive as a boy and none of the 'village' discouraged such. When Aurelius was Eight years old, far younger than most, he was taken to the Wolf House where he spent much time with Lupa. The wolf taught him much and saw within him quite a potential. Seeing as he would simply be preparing himself for camp in New Rome anyway, he was accepted into the Legion. Even at a young age, the boy excelled in the harsh, strict, and merciless training program. He wasn't exactly strong but he was very fast and he used that to manipulate those that underestimated him into making mistakes. He took to tactics quickly and by the time he was ten he had impressed not only his instructors but his peers. This respect was only furthered when Elias was chosen by Pluto and granted the King of the Underworld's Legacy. With Pluto marking him and Nemesis' blood running through his veins Aurelius was a name that everyone knew in Camp Jupiter. And they would continue knowing it all throughout the next seven years, the boy progressing to Centurion, Senator, and then Praetor alongside his current love, Octavia. Under their leadership, the Legion and Camp Jupiter prospered, but when Octavia left for Camp Half Blood, Elias felt like a part of himself was missing as well. He got along fine in camp, but it was different and he eventually convinced his mother to allow him to enroll in Camp Half Blood as well... He would do anything for Octavia, even suffer the Greeks if he had to. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin Twenty ⧿ Nemesis ( Greek goddess of balance, retribution, and vengeance) S T A T U S Full-Time Camper T I M E A T C A M P None (Nine in Camp Jupiter) ∞ Has collected no beads (Nine hash marks) ∞ Just Arrived R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S ∞ None as of yet W E A P O N S ∞ Naegling - Imperial Gold Spatha (Disguised as a coin) ∞ Vrangr - Stygian Iron Sword, a Gift from Pluto (Disguised as a ring) ∞ Pugio Dagger ∞ Hasta Infantry Spear ∞ Small Pilium ∞ Praetor Armor A B I L I T I E S Aurelius' abilities include: Tychokinesis, Umbrakinesis, Phobikinesis, & The Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance 𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 Tychokinesis : ۵ While his mother is Nemesis, Relus's ability in Tychokinesis is rather tame. It's entirely passive, affecting those in combat with him. If anyone attempts to use luck to manipulate their odds in a battle with Relus involved Nemesis's gift will activate to counter it. Likewise, if someone attempts to plague Relus with bad luck, Nemesis's gift will again counter. Phobikinesis : ۵ An extremely weak version of the power, Relus is able to mostly intimidate monsters. The ability tends to grow stronger the more Relus fights and when he comes closer to winning. This ability is Relus's weakest. Manipulation of Justice/Vengeance : ۵ Another mostly passive power granted by Nemesis. This ability allows Aurelius to gain strength and power against someone who has wronged him, harmed him, or has broken a pact of some sort either by cheating or lying. Umbrakinesis : ۵ The stronger power granted to Aurelius by his mother it is also the power given to him when he was chosen by Pluto. Aurelius's control over the Shadows is complete and powerful. Relus mostly uses it to control the fighting field around him. Making walls, signaling out enemies, creating a funnel, or protecting a weak spot. He can so step in and out of those Shadows and 'port' to a location he can see. To do this takes great concentration and takes immense effort to do in combat, and his current record is four jumps in battle scenarios. Finally, Relus is able to create barriers and shields of darkness. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Aurelius is a multilingual individual & is fluent in not only English, but also Latin, Greek, and French. Taught himself Greek Arms, Armor, and tactics. Is an experienced mounted combatant. Has a close relationship with his mother and Legacy. Is closer to his Legacy than his godly mother. But loves each of them. He's never had many siblings so he takes a big brother approach to younger campers. Tends to dress in Dark purples or blues with gold accents. Is a prodigal duelist and excels in fights he can control. T H E M E S O N G S "Frontlines" by Tomeee Profitt/Feat. Jessie Early "Eye of the Tiger" by Tommee Profitt/Feat. Fjora Face Claim: Ash Stymest | #9370D8

@Apoalo

Love him, hun; you did a really good job with him..! You can pop him across with Lukas, and post him in when you're ready :'3

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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The ever familiar thud of her skates hitting the floor of her bedroom, Isaura turned her attention away and to the rest of the room. Her bright blues gliding slowly over her bedroom for what felt like the millionth time since she'd returned to camp. The large stone wall... the wooden paneling and beams... the large open window in front of the bed which had been littered with the warmest of furs... the chandelier, hand-crafted from steel and deer antlers... Honestly, she still had a hard time believing that this was hers- that it was the same room she'd left behind when she'd fled the camp over a year and a half ago; scared of what her heart had been trying to tell her about Hayden. And yet... he'd gone out of his way to do this for her... to renovate her bedroom and give her that little piece of home, right here in the middle of Long Island Sound, New York.

And that wasn't to mention the fact that every week, like clockwork, he took it upon himself to refill the woodpile for the fireplace he'd installed.

Boy was that a sight to see...

Unable to stop it- the small smirk that danced across her lips, or even the gentle blush that crept out across her cheeks at the very thought of the love of her life, shirtless, and muscles flexing with each and every swing of the axe. The sheer force behind the blade driving it into the wood, and causing it to split. Sending each half tumbling in separate directions. She bit her lip. Her eyes inadvertently drawing towards the fireplace to check the level of the wood pile. Speaking of which... it was getting to that time of the week again...

Hand lifting, her fingers ran gently across her forehead; and collecting up any stray strands of hair that had fallen from her usual braids, she took a moment to tuck them back and behind her ear. A slight frown drawing to her lips as her eyes picked up on something- or, to be more specific, the lack of something. Actually... somethings. There were multiple little things that were different from when she'd left her room that morning. The pillows were placed differently on her bed... the remote for her TV was no longer beside her bed, but on top of her DVD system... her laptop was closed on her desk, headphones sat on top of it, and-... Turning on the spot, her attention was drawn over to her wardrobe and the armchair she had close to it. The jacket she'd tried on before settling for the one Imani had given to her was gone from where she'd left it. No doubt hung up once more.

Clenching her jaw slightly, Isaura closed her eyes. Corvus. It had to be. Her sister knew better than to go into her room uninvited; especially after a fight like they'd had the night before. Their older brother, however, still hadn't exactly learnt where the boundaries were when it came to cleaning the cabin. She appreciated it, of course, but... she liked things the way she liked them. And the idea of having someone come into her room without permission-..? Her bedroom was her sanctuary- a place she was free to do as she pleased. And family or not; she just didn't like it. It wasn't messy to begin with, but if she wanted it to be cleaner, she would have just done so herself.

Letting out a sigh; eyes rolling as she shook her head lightly, she moved over to her wardrobe door. And sliding it open, she took out the very jacket that her brother had seen to putting away without so much as a second thought, let alone a first one. Pulling it on, her hands drawing back behind her neck in order to gather up her long white locks, she pulled them across and over her shoulder. Her hands making their way into her pockets as she left her room and headed back down the stairs. Slowing only once she had made it out and onto the porch, she eventually drew to a stop. Her body falling gently until she was resting against one of the posts.

Really... it was such a beautiful day. Even if the Gods were trying to spoil it.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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Zeru left the Apollo Cabin feeling fresh and satisfied after his shower with Fiamma. It almost helped him forget that they were about to be separated again, but he knew it wouldn't be long this time. He had more incentive to return home as soon as they could. If they were lucky they might not even take the full seven days.

The two cabins weren't far from each other and it took him no time at all to arrive at the steps of the cabin of his underworldly uncle and cousins. He was less nervous walking up the steps of the Hades cabin than he was Apollo's.

Once he reached the door he knocked and waited. As he did he looked down at himself and realized that he probably should have grabbed a shirt from his cabin first or at least picked up one of the hoodies he let Fiamma "borrow" last summer. It honestly had slipped his mind until now. He just wanted to talk to Erin as soon as possible so he could stop sneezing. It almost ruined his shower.

"Salem..."

A few seconds... but apparently that's all it took. She'd turned her back on her bag for just those few brief seconds, and once she'd brought her attention back to it, there he was. A black ball of fur nestled comfortably along with the rest of the belongings she was taking with her on her quest- Gods, it still didn't feel real... she didn't want it to be real. There was still some small part of her that hoped it was a joke. Placing the charging cords for her phone and her kindle - argh... kindle... she hated not being able to hold actual books - down beside her bag, she instead reached into it. Her hold gentle as she wrapped her arms around the feline, and it was only a moment later that she was hoisting him up, "..you can't come with me this time..."

Normally, she wouldn't have an issue... the Underworld was as much his home as it was hers, but this was different. This wasn't just some spur of the moment trip to go and spend time with her father or her brother. The soft sound of someone knocking on her cabin door catching her ear, Erin's gaze was drawn towards the hall leading to the stairs. Hesitating, unsure if she wanted to leave it or answer it considering how the day had gone so far, she eventually sighed. And putting her cat down on the bed, quickly shoving the cords into her bag, she left the room. Her arms swinging lightly down by her sides as she took the stairs.

Reaching out as she drew close enough to the front door, Erin pulled it open. Her lips parting slightly at the seam as her gaze met with that of her cousin, "..Sparky..."

Zeru's eyes met his cousin's once she opened the door. He could tell that she had been crying, likely a lot, since she was accused this morning. He hated that the gods were putting her through this.

"Sup, Specter. I heard you were looking for me. Are you gonna let me inside so we can talk about this quest?" Zeru decided he rather not beat around the bush with her. She had likely had to repeat the conversation they were about to have quite a few times so he decided to make things a bit easier for her.

"..I just know I'm going to regret this..." Rolling her eyes, unable to help herself, Erin's hand slipped from the door. Back turning to her cousin as she began back up the stairs towards her bedroom. Already she had a sinking feeling that she was making the wrong choice, but it was too late now. There was no going back, and her mind was too clouded to even begin thinking about a possible replacement at this stage.

Zeru shook his head in response and followed his cousin inside closing the door behind him. He followed behind her and rubbed the back of his head. He felt a bit awkward now that they were inside the cabin. They were cousins, but they weren't exactly super close. Not like the posse that had managed to break through different layers of her shell. But he still cared about her and knew this was all incredibly hard on her, but he didn't want to spit out words that sounded like the cliches she likely had her so many times today.

"Hey, cous? I'm sorry this happened to you... It shouldn't have, but I promise you won't regret bringing me along. We're two of the most stubborn people I know. And in my experience stubbornness trumps fate. So don't let Ares looming over you or whatever the prophecy said get too deep in your head. We just have to do what we do best, survive." Zeru admittedly wasn't sure where he was going with this impromptu motivational speech but he hoped she got the message. That they were going to be fine and they were going to survive this.

"..survive... yeah..."

Voice soft as she repeated the word, mostly to herself, Erin rounded into her room once she'd hit the landing. Her feet carrying her back across to her bed, it was a few moments later that she was once more sitting on the edge of it. The dark feline resting in her lap, it's yellow eyes staring up at her cousin while behind her, the combined total of three hounds - two of her own, and one belonging to her brother - lounged over her sheets, "..what do you want to know..?"

Zeru followed Erin into her room that made him feel like he had stepped into the movie Hotel for Dogs. His blue eyes glancing over each hound, two from hell and one pit before they met the eyes of her cat Salem. It likely possessed his soul now. His attention returned to his cousin and he focused on the matter at hand. "You know, the basics. The prophecy, who's all coming, where we're going, and when do we leave?"

He didn't need convincing. He made up his mind about going on the quest the moment he was told she was looking for him.

The prophecy... right. How many times now would she have had to repeat the words given to her by the Oracle..? Repeat the names of the people she was dragging along with her into such a dangerous situation..? This was a conversation she'd already had countless of times that morning alone, and really the thought of having to have it again wasn't the most appealing, but it wasn't as though she really had a choice in the matter.

"..six figures, tall, stand strong in the East... a land of Pisa, pasta, and much art none the least... while two might find love, one soul shall be taken... the Ladies dove shall be found, but what vengeance will it awaken..?" A frown making it to her lips, Erin's fingers ran gently through Salem's black fur as she spoke to her cousin. Starting to give him the answers that he was currently looking to her for, "..that's the prophecy... we're going to Rome..."

Zeru listened to the prophecy and tried to analyze it as he did so to see what conclusions he could come up with based on each line. Most were fairly obvious. The amount of heroes going on the quest and the location being Rome. His ears twitched at the next two lines. He wasn't surprised that there'd be romance on a quest, let alone one for Aphrodite. The gods had ways of manipulating people based on their abilities. Rumor has it that Aphrodite was the reason Paris fell for the married Helen. But that was a story for another time.

He glanced down once again towards Salem at the mention of a soul being taken. He hoped his was safe in the hands of his cousin's familiar. But what did that mean for the other five, including her? He also had to worry about what Fi was going to think when he told her the prophecy. The next line revealed that Aphrodite's dove would be find but vengeance will awaken with it. Great. Aphrodite gets her dove and all they were going to get is a lost soul, vengeance, and two people in love as a consolation prize. He was starting to question his taste in his crush.

When Erin confirmed that they were going Zee nodded as to say he understood. "Right. Pretty standard prophecy of doom and gloom. But hey, all roads lead to Rome. Speaking of... Have you decided how we're going to get there? I know Underworld kids aren't the safest in the skies but I could call up my mom and get us a private plane ready to go and dear old dad would never attack us while I'm there." He was going to mention that it offered them comfort and the time to relax and come up with a plan but he didn't want to sound like he was a plane salesman.

"..no." Shaking her head lightly, her hand came to a brief stop on Salem before she continued to pet him, "..no sea... no sky..."

No sea. No sky. That only left one thing. He nearly shuddered at the thought. It wasn't the subway, but he wasn't entirely a fan of shadow travel either. "... Shadows?"

"..yes."

Zee saw no sense in fighting it and decided to take this loss for today. "And I see you're set on that so is there anything else I should know?"

"..some of the others think it best that we leave as soon as we finish packing."

"I agree. We may have seven days, but still. But what do you think? About any of this? You've had a lot thrown at you this morning. And I... uhh, I noticed you've been crying. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Her body stiffened at his words. He could tell that she'd been crying..? Fuck. Even after having washed her face, it was still so obvious. Clearly. Would the humiliation of the day never cease..? Or was she just doomed to have it thrown back at her again and again..? Hand once more stilling against the feline who took the opportunity to slip out of her arms, causing her to lower her hands back down to her lap. Fingers curling slightly as she tried to think of just how to answer his questions.

"..no."

She knew it wasn't the answer he was looking for- hell, it wasn't the answer she wanted to be able to give. But the both of them knew that it was truth. Plain and simple as that, "..I'm not ready for this... and I'm far from being okay, either; not that you bothered to actually ask for my current state of mind... I didn't ask for this- and I want nothing to do with it either, if I'm being completely candid. I might not particularly look it, but I'm already fighting... just with myself. I haven't stopped trembling since I was in Mr. D's office. And it's taking everything I have to simply pack this bag without breaking down into a mess right here on my bedroom floor..."

He felt that he had to choose his next words carefully. It already seemed that he made a blunder by not asking if she was okay. He just thought she had heard that question enough and was tired of answering it. He knew that he would have. But that was the thing. Most people would have lied or put on a brave front to show that they were okay, but Erin Chase wasn't most people. While everyone else was facing mythical monsters she faced ones that you couldn't just simply slay with a sword or crush it in darkness. It was the darkness. He didn't know too much about her past. He never wanted to push her to open up, but he knew it was something she was still facing within these borders.

"Then break down." He gave his words a moment to settle in before he continued. "Contrary to popular belief demigods don't have to be strong all the time. You're in your cabin, in your room, surrounded by your pets of comfort so break down. But you can't carry that fight with yourself when you're fighting out there. That's how you die and I know you don't want to die because you haven't really gotten the chance to live yet. You can start by telling Aphrodite where she can shove her bird once we finish this quest."

Her lips parting slightly at the seam, Erin found herself able to do little else other than stare up at her cousin from where she was sat. Her dark gaze holding fast to his; seeming to search them, though for what she just wasn't quite sure. Permission..? He'd already given it to her. He'd laid it out bare for her- told her to go ahead and let her emotions get the better of her now that she was faced with a situation she had almost absolutely no control over.

"..I can't..."

Her voice soft as she responded, she turned her head away from him. If she did- if she allowed herself to come crashing down now, then there was going to be no quest. At least not one that she would go on anyway. Then she'd just be right back where she started at square one. Shutting herself away in her cabin and waiting for the day when Ares came to deliver his judgement, "..what else did you want to know..?"

Zeru didn't need his ability to know that was a lie. She could. She just wouldn't and he wasn't going to force her. He'd just have to trust that when it came down to it she'd be ready to fight.

He shrugged his shoulders taking a second to think. There was only one thing left, well maybe two. "Just who else is coming and where you want to meet up to leave."

It was more than clear that he wanted to push the point, but just wouldn't. Despite his bluntness, he'd never once attempted to force her into having conversations that she didn't want to, and though she'd never admit it, for that she was rather grateful. Hands breaking away from her lap, she instead let them rest on either side of her body. Her fingers curled lightly over the sheets, "..Brandon, Spencer, Carlos, and Tyler... they have all agreed to come with me."

Pausing, Erin looked away from him. Her gaze drawing out the window of her bedroom. Where to meet though... that was something she'd never really discussed with any of them, "..just meet in front of my cabin when you're ready..."

He listened to the names as she called them out. The team was interesting enough. Brandon as the son of Ares was another rather capable fighter. Carlos was cool and he had a feeling they'd need his luck, especially if a god was manipulating things behind the scene. Tyler being there put one of the lines of the prophecy into perspective. He didn't really know anything about Spencer. All he knew was that he was the son of Thanatos and he arrived at camp sometime over the school year. But if Erin brought him over Dorian he was sure that he brought a lot to the table.

Zeru followed her gaze out the window to see if she was actually looking at anything. When she gave him the location he gave a nod. "Front of your cabin. Got it. Well, I have to go pack, but we're gonna get you through this, cous." He turned back towards the door and was about to step out when a thought suddenly entered his mind. "Oh yeah. Why'd you pick me?"

"..because despite everything... I think you're the one I need right now..."

The answer slipping from her lips before she really took a moment to think on whether she wanted to admit that to him or not, it was another moment or two before Erin let her attention draw back around to him. Her dark gaze once more meeting with his, "..besides... you can fly, and we're after a bird..."

Shrugging her shoulders lightly as she slipped that last little bit of information in, not wanting him to get a big head after the semi-compliment that she'd just inadvertently given him, Erin once more looked back out her bedroom widow, "..and cousin... just my own personal observation, but... you would do better keeping the prophecy to yourself rather than telling certain others what it is... it will only make things harder in the long run, if you catch my drift..."

His eyes widened at her words. He was glad that he turned away before then because for a brief moment his brown cheeks flashed red. He turned back towards her and found himself feeling a little guilty. Before today he hadn't really been there for his cousin and yeah he could blame his mortal life but no one prevented him from visiting camp over the breaks. He just didn't. But he no longer planned to use his mortal life as an excuse. He already considered starting to stay at camp full-time, but his cousin's words cemented the decision. He needed to be around for his friends, his family. He was going to start with this quest.

He laughed at her next reason. "I'll be your wingless hero. Your electric knight."

But her next words hit him like a brick and reality set in once again. Zeru knew the certain other was Fi and in a way she was right, but he also knew keeping it from her would be worse. "I catch it and I know... But I know keeping it from her would make her worry more. And honestly I can't lie to her."

"..then don't lie, but telling her the whole truth will just cause trouble... and you and I both know why..."

Zeru sighed. "I know. You'd think I would've outgrown this crush by now."

"..it's not so easy to do... trust me..." Fingers curling tighter, Erin let out a gentle sigh. Staying silent for a few minutes before finally she brought her attention back to his figure in her doorway, "..you should pack... we'll be leaving as soon as we can..."

He trusted her, but he knew sooner or later he would have to move on from it. It wasn't like he actually loved Aphrodite and part of him wasn't sure that he ever could. It was just a celebrity crush that just developed over the years.

Erin's voice freed him from his mind causing him to realize that he had just been simply standing there in her doorway. "Right. Pack. I'll see you in 0-Whatever hours." And with that he made a quick half spin to face the hall and walked out of Erin's room and down the stairs.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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^{Location: Ares Cabin - Camp Half-Blood; New York.
Interacting With: No one yet.}

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The dull boom, boom, boom of her fists smacking over and over against the canvas was lost on her; instead, she let the music playing from her phone and through the earphones fill her mind. Keeping her concentrated as she continued to pound hard, almost relentlessly so, on the punching bag that was suspended from the ceiling of the Ares cabin by chains. She wasn't sure just how long she'd been at it, but she knew that she'd been going at it long enough that her knuckles were now glistened red with her blood once more. Though all the while she kept her hands up. Protecting her face from the blows that weren't even coming her way; though after so long of having that particular lesson drummed into her over and over again, it had just simply become nothing more than habit. A natural instinct.

Protect yourself. Don't give your opponent an opening. Show no mercy.

Because in the end, they weren't going to show her any.

Chest heaving slightly with each breath that she took, a light sheen of sweat visible over her body; some even rolling slightly down the side of her face, Octavia shoved her fist as hard as she could into the bag. The sight of the seem splitting open, even slightly, causing her to pause for a moment. Her dark eyes flicking up to her brother who was holding it steady, she brought her attention back to the split. Watching as some of the sawdust trickled out and onto the floor before she shifted and began at it once again. Her blows landing at the bottom of the split; determined to either make it bigger... or to kill it altogether.

"Tavia... you're going to hurt yourself again. You can't keep pushing yourself like this. Seriously, you need to work on letting go of your pride."

Pride...

Octavia refrained from rolling her eyes. It wasn't the first time that her pride had been the topic of conversation, and beyond that, her brother wasn't the only one who had brought it up either. Everyone seemed to think that it was some kind of a problem; she didn't see it, and honestly..? It was getting pretty damn old, real fast. Hesitating though, Octavia nevertheless stood down. Her hands balling up tighter, and for only a few moments before she turned away from the bag and instead to her brother who had been holding it steady. Her fists uncurling.

Despite the fact that she wanted to keep going with the bag, he was right... He was always right. She couldn't risk injuring herself and throwing all her hard work and progress back, even a few weeks, "..pushing limits is the only way to progress... and father always said; show no mercy. Not even to the bag..."

"Tay... you started pushing your limits an hour ago."

This time, she couldn't help it. She actually did roll her eyes, "Just... go. Get out of here already." Despite it all, a gentle smile danced over her lips, and after having gotten one in return. Her brother's hand reaching out to give an encouraging squeeze of her shoulder; she watched him leave. Her green eyes lingering after him for a few moments later before she turned and headed off. Her arms swinging lightly at her sides, in time with her hips, she began off up the stairs and towards her bedroom. She was going to need to clean and tape her hands.