WittyWolf

Mass Effect: Stories of the Soldiers [Reboot]

Hey peeps, think Mega Birb is still accepting?

I JUST noticed her PM and I can't believe I'm like five days late to checking this out lmfao

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

~Jericho Brooks~

~The Partay~

Surprised at the new guy's sudden departure, he shrugged as Lang rushed off towards the sound of a crash from inside. It seemed the miscreant and he were related in some way. With a raised eyebrow, he watched the large and well-muscled Lang push his way through the milling crowd. He soon disappeared into the cabin and Jericho felt a sense of relief. Grif owed him big time, it seemed Lang had been quickly getting onto Erin's hard to find good side.

Jericho's expression was a mask of what seemed to be almost genuine surprise at Erin's biting tone. With one hand poised theatrically on his chest, he gasped audibly, making a few of the demigods turn in interest to see what was going on. "You aren't?! And after all this time, this is the first I've heard of it.." With a wolfish grin, he snatched the cup from Erin's clutches, careful not to spill any on her dress, which was actually quite nice. Taking a sip, his mouth twisted slightly at the taste of gin. No matter the quality, he could never get used to that dry aftertaste! "Nice drink you got there, babe. Listen, you stormed off before I could give you my coming back present!" He ducked under the table with an easy movement, his coordination not at all affected even as he finished his second, fairly strong drink. He rolled his eyes at Erin's threat, completely unbelieving that she'd follow through. "Can it, Princess of the Bones. You'll be singing a different tune when you see what I got ya!" His grin was confident as he patted the left breast of his jacket. "Now all I need is-- Grif!"

Jericho's grin went even wider as Erin and his mutual friend, the snarky Irishman, Grif made his way through dancing and conversing demigods. He went straight to the drink stand, mixing himself a tasty beverage, before turning to Erin and Jericho. Strange, the guy always had a witty one-liner to fire Jericho's way and there wasn't something about the guy that seemed less than his usual bouncy self. "Grif, my man!" Jericho said with enthusiasm, grabbing Grif's free right hand, clasping it, and then pulling him into a one armed hug, clapping the back of his back familiarly. All this, and the man's new drink had barely been jostled. "I've got something for the both of you, I'm glad you found us! How's camp life been treating you, broski?"

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Zoe Lumière

"-You reap what you sow, and the seeds of your actions grow into consequence. The fruits of my past actions are rotten, but the future harvest will be bountiful indeed. -"
~ Zoe Lumière.

~General Information~

Name: Zoe Lumière
Nick-Names:
Sex/ Gender: Female
Age: 20
Place Of Origin: Marseilles, France
Camp Cabin: Cabin Athena

Appearance - 20 Years Old:

~~Relationship Information~~

Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Unsure
Partner: None
Godly Parent: Athena
Human Parent: Raymond Lumière
Siblings: Eve Lumière
Legacy: Nemesis
Pet/s: None.
Other: Being new to camp, Zoe knows no other demigods than Eve and thus has no opinions to offer on these strangers. She'll let experience and honest interaction deem what kind of people these campers truly are.

~~Personal Information~~

Personality: Zoe is a kind-hearted and trusting person, with a strong identity to match her big heart. Being the older twin of two daughters of Athena, and with such a firecracker of a sister, Eve, she’s always had to play the responsible role. She craves control above all else, whether that be in any social interaction, knowledge of a subject, or life in general. Zoe will tend to cool relations to a passing civility if someone is rather unorthodox and not to her liking. Enjoying those strange and knowledgeable, she’ll look past initial impressions to form her own judgements from her extensive knowledge of psychology, her chosen major when still attending Harvard.

She will always try to resolve a situation through words and not violent action unless absolutely necessary. If she can’t hope to come to a conclusion, she’ll back out of the situation with grace. She’d rather keep her composure and not give another the satisfaction of seeing them get to her, knowing that such would be akin to admitting defeat, never an option for a daughter of Athena! Usually commanding a very strong presence, recent events have taken a toll. When not caught in some mental conundrum, she can be seen looking very vulnerable, dwelling on something that seems to have shaken her to her core. Between these bouts of melancholia, Zoe is all the woman that she has always been known to be. Authoritative, head-strong, and compassionate, Zoe is an enjoyable person to be around, but can be a bit trying when her need to be right, and or in control, exceeds the tolerance of those around her. Their loss, Zoe would say.

Eve is the most important thing in Zoe’s life, her sister’s fiery will always an inspiration to her slightly older twin. Zoe may have been the balancing aspect of their sibling, but Eve’s personality is the driving force to Zoe’s own desire to go above and beyond what she previously knew what she could do. From cliff-jumping to rock climbing, Zoe’s willingness and want of adventure is a direct effect from her younger sister’s influence. Zoe usually cooks her sister ‘s meals, since Eve’s gogogo attitude makes her forget about such trivial matters.
Charlotte: Zoe’s second personality, Charlotte is a cigarette smoking, heavy drinking, and colorfully speaking personality that emerges when the stream of traumatic memories becomes too great for Zoe’s mind. Although rarely making an appearance, she invariably comes out when the memory of Zoe’s recent trauma rears its ugly head, forcing her to relive her attack as if it were happening in present day. Charlotte can control the flow of memories consciously and is ruthless in using every bit of knowledge and martial technique that Zoe knows. Extremely volatile, the slightest bit of an attitude either brings about her ire, or her interest. Zoe has “woken up” a few times to bruised and bloody knuckles, or waking in a stranger’s bed, not knowing how either happened. Charlotte is the protector for Zoe, but thinks she’s her own person instead of being aware that she is in fact a split personality. Because of this, she does what she wants when she’s in control of the body. While Eve knows Charlotte well, Charlotte feels nothing of Zoe’s respect for the younger twin, who always seems to try to hold her back! The only reason she won’t directly attack Eve is because of the girl’s superior strength and martial skill, but Charlotte knows Eve can’t match her own viciousness and brutality.

Skills: Zoe has a perfect memory, but more importantly, an ability to perfectly recall each one to the most minute of details. This has led Zoe to pursuing some artistic ambitions, like sketching and oil paintings, to better understand her gift of memory. Her lineage also allows her to think quicker than nearly any other breeding of demigod, coming to conclusions nearly instantly as to what could be the best action to take, to lead to the most preferred outcome. This comes almost as a premonition to others, with her intelligent mind creating the various scenarios it creates many moves ahead, drawing upon the knowledge of her own limits and her enemy's tendencies and habits.

She has some gymnastic talent, taking to the beautiful sport as a younger child and never losing the acrobatic grace that came with the years of practice. She is capable of long and complex tumbling routines and perfectly utilizing these talents in battle.

Studying some martial arts, although not as extensively as Eve, Zoe is well-rounded. She's a yudansha (or black belt holder) in Aikido and an eighth-dan in Judo. For an extended summer, Zoe was flown to California to learn under Daniel Inosanto in the precepts of Jeet Kune Do, the fighting way that Bruce Lee founded and permitted only a few of his students to instruct, Dan Inosanto being the most senior before Mr. Lee's untimely demise. Thus, Zoe is quite capable of instantaneous, violent, and rapid attacks that evolve as combat unfolds. A fighter must be like water, must never conform to a style, must only attack in that vulnerable moment that their enemy strikes. These are the concepts and many days of instruction instilled into Zoe, which utilizes her natural talent for fighting and quick thinking. To this day, she asks the best sparring partner she knows, Eve, to test the boundaries of her ability of fighting, because "boards don't fight back!" (Bruce Lee).

With her study of ancient cultures, Zoe is very knowledgeable of Greek and Roman deities, monsters, and myths, as well as a host of other ancient cultures. This allows her to easily identify new enemies and quickly realize the creature's or being's weakness.

Lastly, she loves the ukulele and guitar and plays them late at night when she can't sleep to help lull her into a drowsy state. She owns one of each of these instruments.

Biography: Zoe and Eve grew up in Marseilles, France with their father Raymond Lumière, who provided them with the very best of private education available. Their father insisted that the two go through martial arts training. While Zoe enjoyed the knowledge and experience, she didn’t take to the combat arts as completely as Eve. She excelled in Aikido and the throws of Judo, but didn’t enjoy the striking game of the latter. Even without passion, she went through the lessons to become a black belt in both martial arts respectively. This, coupled with swords training, makes Zoe a formidable force against any assailant indeed. Raymond never explained to the girls that his insistence of they learning how to defend themselves was for a very real danger. The girls were daughters of Athena, a fact he'd hidden from the twins since they'd arrived on his doorstep in their golden cradle, sleeping soundly side by side. He strove to keep this secret from the girls as long as possible. Raymond frequently sent them to different schools, under the disguise of character building and expanding their horizons. It had always been curious to Zoe, exactly why was their father shuttling them between schools with so much frequency?

Zoe graduated from their final academy with the highest of academic honors, beating out her equally brilliant sister, not only a few minutes ahead, but now a few points as well! With this, Zoe was finally claimed by her mother Athena, a godly sign that their divine mother approved of the course Zoe had taken. This amazed Zoe and finally, Raymond told her the truth. Her love and respect for their doting and loving father increased immensely, now laden with the burden the dear man had held for so many years.

The two were shoe-ins for acceptance into their first choice, the Ivy league school Harvard. Their freshman year went without a hitch, but early into sophomore year, Zoe became involved with a slightly older fraternity leader, named Henry. The young man was highly academic and excelled in sports as well. Coveted by the cliquish cheerleaders and sorority girls that the campus abounded with, Zoe was smug indeed with the All-American man. They dated for better part of Zoe's sophomore year and the twins were well on their way to becoming juniors, when misfortune reared its ugly head.

At one of her boyfriend's fraternity's parties, she was on her second beer, talking to a couple of other girls. The party was in full swing and one of the infamous toga parties that everyone knew, loved, and alternatively, hated. Many revelers already had beer spills and other alcoholic beverages dying the whites of their togas. Most were sheets with a few pins, but a few, Zoe included, had true linen togas, perfectly pinned and styled. Zoe had just pumped out her third beer, when a friend got her attention. Before she could pull her drink back and keep an eye on it, a practiced hand slipped something into the receding foam.

Finishing her drink shortly after, Zoe stumbled into the doorway into the large house's kitchen. Almost falling, she was grateful when she fell into the arms of one of her Henry's brothers, a familiar and welcome face. She readily agreed to him taking her to Henry's room to lie down and take a breather. The room started spinning even as they got to the top of the stairs and everything seemed to be blurred around her immediate line of sight. The fraternity brother was practically carrying Zoe into a bedroom, but too late, she realized it wasn't Henry's. The brother pounced on her and tore off her toga. What followed next needs not to be repeated, but soon the brother was putting his robe back in place and leaving, the door still ajar and Zoe both panicking and hoping that someone would find her and help her. Her makeup was streaked from sweat and weeping, which she was still doing.

She bled in various places, including a bite mark on her breast. But the next person to come in was another fraternity brother, who instead of helping also sexually assaulted Zoe. So it went with three other brothers. When the last came in to the room, Zoe's heart soared in relief as she heard the sheet of a toga fall to the floor, for over the man's shoulder, she saw Henry! But he didn't even move to help, the red light of a recording camcorder saying all that was needed.

She fell into a feeling of helplessness that she couldn’t shake until the roofie wore off and managed to escape with her car keys and a long coat of some guy, for it was entirely too large and the belt had to be tied quite tight in order to hide the obvious signs of rape and sexual abuse. She drove like a maniac until she made it to the safety of the apartment Zoe shared with Eve. Clothes in tatters and her longer overcoat the only thing protecting her modesty, Eve calmed her down until she slipped off into sleep.

Unknown to her, Eve had taken justice into her own hands.. After meting out suitable justice, the twins had to skip town, fleeing for the safety of Camp Half-blood, a place their father had taken about with more than a few amused chuckles.

~~Weaponry Information~~

Weapon/s: ?.
Weapon/s Name: ?.
Weapon/s Type: ?.
Attributes: ?.

~~Other Information~~

Other: Has a locket with Eve’s picture from one of their many adventures, switches it out occasionally, keeping a scrapbook of her “Heart’s Memories”

Zeus decided that he wanted to feel really special, so he put on his hottest little number.

~~Theme Song~~

Theme Song:
"I Will Follow You Into The Dark"(Cover) by Daniela Andrade.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

Collab, there's some more heart to heart planned for Logan and Ky.

Oh? Whatever CS could you speaking of, I wonder?

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

So how's everyone?!

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

They were and are novels... because I believe there's another for after the party lol

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

IT'S PARTY TIME PEOPLE.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

~Logan Murdock~

~Cabin Hephaestus, front of Cabin Hades~

Logan downed the rest of his beer and crushed the cup in his fist before throwing it into one of the many trashcans newly set around the area of the party. This kind of atmosphere was too new to the Roman and he simply couldn't get into the energetic atmosphere, not with so many weighty things on his mind. Ky'vie and his guilt were paramount, but now it seemed his newly acquired friend Grif was in a spot of trouble as well! A dove of all things... Logan pondered what a bird might have to do with the gods, but the symbols of the gods came to mind. Who had a dove as theirs.. or hers? It clicked when he thought of Venus, but more accurately, Aphrodite. And there was only one Greek god that loved to flay, wasn't there? Swallowing, Logan knew that his mind was set. He'd be up with the dawn, ready for a long trek and a perilous fight. His blood sang with the promise of adventure, the first time for many months. How good this feeling was! Logan had sorely missed it.

And what had Grif meant when he said good luck? Logan knew the wily son of Hermes had caught him staring at Ky'vie, but was there a history that she too hid? He hoped that she would be able to get past whatever heart breaks she had been subject to, just as he wished the same for himself. The girl had made him so confused in such a short amount of time it was dizzying. He could only guess at what could follow.

Going down the few steps, he caught sight of Erin, haughtily pulling along a silver-haired man behind her. Backtracking their course, he caught sight of a red-headed girl, who seemed to be covering her face and her body racked by involuntary convulsions; sobs. His nostrils flaring, Logan's natural chivalry kicked into action, wanting to help this girl find peace. With purposeful strides, he stalked across the grass. He sidestepped the stragglers, just making it to the party. Finally, he broke free of the flowing mob and came out to an empty expanse between he and the crying girl. What had made her so upset and on a night of a party, no less? He slowed as he caught up to the fleeing girl, clearing his throat and calling out to get her attention. "Excuse me! Excuse me, miss, what's wrong?" Logan wished to help in any way he could. Other than being a good Samaritan, the son of Jupiter was a sucker for a damsel in distress. He shrugged off the uncomfortable notion that he may be growing an unhealthy hero complex, chalking it up to good will. He was only a few strides away from her now and his much longer legs were quickly eating up the distance.

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~Jericho Brooks~

~The Partay~

Jericho may have lost sight of Erin, but he wouldn't lose track of her scent. She always smelled the same, a sort of lavender fragrance. He easily sidestepped a couple of vengeful ex's with a quick spin and a duck behind another camper, only to come face to face with a flirtatious smile and a low cut top. The latter always held him up for a few seconds, but soon Erin came into focus through the crowd. She seemed to have struck up conversation with a large man that seemed at ease around her, which was indeed a first. While he would have welcomed Erin to let her freak flag fly, he had his idea for who she would end up with and he wasn't about to let this newcomer ruin his well laid plans! With a charming smile and a sincere regret that he couldn't stay to dance with the attractive demigoddess that had previously taken his attention, he made his way to the drink stand. Grabbing a cup without looking, a graceful move as his arm snaked between jostling campers, Jericho made his way over to where Erin seemed to actually take a shining to someone.

He was fearful of the amount of drinks she'd already imbibed or that she'd finally gone off the deep end.

Taking as little time as he could, he mixed himself a potent drink of rum and coke and drank half of it quickly. He smacked his lips as the invigorating beverage went down the hatch! "Come on Jericho, this is not the time to be indulging... My word, this is good rum- No! No, game face, man!" he silently berated himself. He closed the little distance, noting the the smell of the alcohol before he'd even drawn up to the other side of the mixing table. Gin! How Jericho despised that dry liquor, though he was told it was an acquired taste. Leave him with his tasty Jamaican rum, thank you. "Erin! You should know better than to be able to lose me," Jericho taunted as he made himself known. Cocking his head to the side, with a bemused half-smile and a raised eyebrow, he offered his right hand to the demigod that he didn't recognize. "Hey man, Jericho! Haven't seen you around here, though I have been gone for a good while. Are you fresh off the Roman boat as well?"

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

@Wintergrey
Adam has been accepted! I'll let the GM know to move him over to the character page.

[RP Closed/ Been Rebooted] - Camp Half-Blood

~Logan Murdock~

~Cabin Hephaestus~

Logan quirked his eyebrows up as Griffin passed off his contemplation as mere babe watching. While the Aphrodite girls were fun to look at, he hadn't considered such things for a long time. Today had been quite unexpected, from his arrival to the events of a couple hours ago. His head was still reeling from the shock of it all, but his gut told him that something was seriously off with the roguish son of Hermes. His face had the pale look of someone given terrible news and his usual jovial witticisms rang slightly hollow.

"There's only been one daughter of the goddess of love that could capture my heart," Logan said honestly, drinking his beer to wash away the lump and to continue the conversation. "And frankly, I don't know you, Grif. Not a lick except for a brief meeting on the hill yonder." Logan gestured in the general direction of Half-blood hill offhandedly. An amused grin graced his face, but it quickly faded as the purposeful vague description was offered. He didn't speak until Griffin was finished with what he had to say, but gave another honest smile when he realized that the man was merely making a joke. It all seemed a diversion though. Watch these words, when the real meaning was in the slight hunch of the shoulders, the tightness of the brow. "A lost bird? Flaying? Weird beard? What are you going on about?" Logan's brow was furrowed in confusion, trying to make sense of the mysterious air Grif was putting on. The leather-clad demigod's look at the sky made Logan certain as to who was to blame for the problem at hand.

"It's not a bother, Grif, honestly. You're one of the few people I know, being my first day. If you need help, ask! It can't be a coincidence that I came the same day you've seemed to land in a tough spot. The gods, Roman or Greek, always have a funny way with fate. I've come to accept it and something tells me you're going to need help." Logan grasped Grif's shoulder sincerely, trying to convey his support in whatever endeavor his new friend needed to take. He let go, standing up straight to take in the scene a bit better. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the mane of red that was Ky'vie, bustling about in her effort to be the perfect hostess. His gaze lingered for a few too many seconds, before he spoke his thoughts on Griffin's jest about flexing. "Ah, the ones that care about the muscles aren't worth the trouble, you should know that. Besides, I wouldn't want to be known as a showboat or a player by all these strangers, ya know what I mean?" He sloshed the liquid in his cup, noting that it was already only half full.