forum Percy Jackson!

Started January 14, 2019 by @Hawkeye

tune

Oh how I do love making bitter characters.//

(Same lol)

Trenton closed the distance between him and Blair, intending to intimidate him when he came upon the unpleasant realization he had to look up. “All I want is to have a peaceful day. With no disturbances. Just do us both a favor and get out of my way, and we don’t ever have to interact again.” He ordered, trying to escape the situation with his pride intact.

Blair looked down at the shorter boy and smiled, patting his head. "Good luck with that, hun. I'm everywhere here." He said before sauntering off with a smirk and a swagger.

Lydia purses her lips to keep from laughing. “You two are idiots…” she said jokingly.

Blair heard this and couldn't stop his petty meme from coming out. "No, You."

Name: Sol McNeil
Age: 14
Gender: Demifluid (Female and no gender)
Sexuality: Pan
Cabin: Apollo
Backstory(optional): Grew up attending prestigious music schools and excelled when it came to music but failed at practically everything else despite being quite smart. They took interest in martial arts and is currently well trained in hand-to-hand combat. They came to camp recently and is still getting adjusted to it. Switches between pronouns kinda often, she/her pronouns are more common.
Looks: Extremely curly shoulder length light brown hair, FRECKLES splattered over their nose and shoulders, warm brown eyes, 5'8, lightly muscled, wears a white t-shirt with a purple flannel and jean shorts, usually with sunglasses hanging on their shirt or on their head, purple and white tennis shoes and white socks
Personality: They can be very annoying sometimes, but generally has good intentions. They prefer to keep the mood light and finger guns a lot. They're sometimes very flirty, but barely ever means it. "CaN'T wE aLl JusT gEt AlONg?"

Trent gritted his teeth in frustration. He shook his head a little, trying to clear it. “I’m sorry I… people can’t usually get to me like that so easily.” He actually seemed surprised and a bit stumped by what had just happened. “Gods, something’s off with me today, I can feel it.”

Blair, holding a bloody knife: ThErE cAn OnLy bE OnE FliRtY ChArAcTer.//

“You’re fine.” Lydia said, using Trent’s shoulder as an armrest, even though he was nearly half a foot taller than her. She raised her other hand in a ‘look at the world out there’ motion. “There’s a whole world of people to annoy you. Ya get used to it.” She laughed at herself.

Sol, aiming with a bow and arrow while playing off-tune kazoo: tRy mE BiTCh))

Blair stalked down to the training yard, he really needed to get some anger out. He pulled out his gun, he was the only camper who currently shot a gun as one of his main weapons. Why did everyone prefer swords? They're so cumbersome and you always have to face your enemy when you could just shoot them in the head.

Trent smiled weakly in response, still a bit shaken up. “I suppose you have a point.” He mumbled, scratching at his head. “It’s merely irregular for me to act out like that.” He looked at the plate in his hands. “I should get food. I’m pretty sure that’s what I arrived here for.” He mumbled, mostly to himself.

Sol, aiming with a bow and arrow while playing off-tune kazoo: tRy mE BiTCh))

Blair, pulls out his gun and shoots Sol: BITCH IMMA TRY YOU! I GOT A GUN!//

Lydia shook her head a little bit. “Wow. You use a lot of not normal words. But whatever.”

“Not normal words?” Trenton looked at Lydia, clearly confused.

“You said IRREGULAR. Who says irregular? And inpertinent? What…?” Lydia said incredulously, but then frowned. “Or maybe I’m just an idiot.”

Blair, being the fancy little bitch he was, did some fancy footwork and stuff so he shot the target at different positons.

“Impertinent.” He correctly softly, shrugging. “It’s just… how my farther speaks. You aren’t an idiot, I’ll vouch for that.” He smiled, running his hand through his hair and accidentally messing up the gel without noticing.

Guess I'm going to sleep now, I was suppsed to finish my homework but… I don't wanna.//

Guess I'm going to sleep now, I was suppsed to finish my homework but… I don't wanna.//

Actually, screw that.//

Guess I'm going to sleep now, I was suppsed to finish my homework but… I don't wanna.//

Actually, screw that.//

Lmao why is this me

Lydia blushed involuntarily. “I can’t exactly judge somebody for how they speak. So…who’s your parent?”

Guess I'm going to sleep now, I was suppsed to finish my homework but… I don't wanna.//

Actually, screw that.//

Honestly same tho.

Trenton perked up at the question. “Aphrodite.” He announced proudly. The fluffy part of the hair he messed up now stood up in its natural messy state. “And you?”

I am from the cabin of: G A Y//