forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

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“Your hair looks fine.” Lydia said. She finally saw her little brother sitting at a table by himself. “Sammy!” He looked up and immediately said, “It’s Sam.”

Trent backed off a few steps, feeling terrible for making Lydia listen to him complain instead of being with her brother already.

“Oh, drop the attitude.” Lydia said, stepping up and ruffling her brother’s hair. He scowled at her. She beckoned for Trent to join them at the table.

Name: Ophelia
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Panromantic Ace
Cabin: Hermes(unclaimed)
Backstory(optional): Showed up to camp delirious from blood loss when she was thirteen, mentioning someone named Spencer and carrying a celestial bronze shotgun. Still speaks with a strong accent that can be placed in Brooklyn. Once conscious, she refused to talk about why she was so badly injured, or who Spencer was.
Looks: Black hair and pale grey eyes that always seem to be looking just over someones shoulder. Scar from under her left eye to her jaw. Tan, short, and muscular.
Personality: Cold and secretive, doesn't have any camper friends, but can be seen talking to the naiads. Takes up quests as often as possible and always seems to come back injured but victorious.

((woops, that went to the wrong place

Trent awkwardly sat down at the edge of the table, still self consciously pawing at his hair every thirty seconds. He politely waved at Sam.

((so i just kinda…insert in?

((so i just kinda…insert in?

(She looks cool! And yeah just pop in where you can.)

Ophelia frowned as she wrapped a bandana around a burn on her leg from the climbing wall, then leaned back against the column behind her and looked around at the campers .

Trenton was attempting to sit still, but the lack of hair gel was getting to him quickly. He felt like everyone’s eyes were boring into his skull from across the room. The urge to fix it was overwhelming. His fingers twitched on the table as he forced his hands to stay flat, accidentally making eye contact with black haired girl (Ophelia) and rapidly looking away.

“Trent, go back to your cabin and get take care of your hair.” Lydia said, smiling.

Trenton practically jumped up. He mumbled a thank you to Lydia and took off towards his cabin. He wasn’t running, as he refused to ever look that level of rushed, but he was certainly speedwalking.

Ophelia raised an eyebrow, twisting the black band around her wrist. The guy looked like he was about to have an anxiety attack.

“I like him.” Sam said. Lydia smiled at him.

Trenton let out a shaky sigh of relief as he entered his cabin. One of his siblings, Rachel, raised an eyebrow at him. “You have an addiction, Trent.” She rolled her eyes, tossing him the container of hair gel.

“It’s imperative that—“ She cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Just go put it on. It looks like you’re going to cry.” She rolled her eyes as Trenton ignored her and sat in front of a mirror.

Somebody caught Lydia’s eye. A black-haired girl sitting against a column. “Hey, Sammy, go talk to that girl for me.” She said, pointing her out. Sam got up and started walking towards the girl.

Ophelia looked up as he neared, , standing up carefully before he reached her. She was keeping weight off the leg with the bandana.

“Hi! I’m Sam!” Sammy waved, smiling an extremely charming smile(that had gotten him and his sister out of a lot of situations).

She nodded. "Ophelia." It was almost stand-offish, but not quite.

“Ooo! Like that Shakespeare guy, right?” Sam said excitedly.

"I'm fairly certain that was my mother's inspiration, yes. Greek myths are chalk full of tragedy, so it only makes sense." She was a bit curious at his excitement.

“I like Shakespeare. My sister hates it, so I have to tell her it’s something else instead. I think she knows it’s Shakespeare and just doesn’t want to ruin her reputation.”

"Reputation, huh. Your sister is the one who sent you over here." She nodded in the direction of Lydia.

Trenton walked out of his cabin once he was satisfied with his gelled back hair. He’d practiced a cocky smile in the mirror a few times, and failed miserably according to Rachel, before heading back to the dining pavilion. He sat down next to Lydia, much more comfortable now.