Aviv hovered just outside the pavilion entrance, wary of going inside. They were hungry, but not really interested in eating with the Greeks. Usually, he would just take some food for himself and leave, and let Noah decide if he wanted to come with them or try eating with the Hypnos kids.
He just adjusted their glasses, still nervous to enter. They didn’t realize that Amelia and Wynn were approaching the pavilion.
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Eden and her siblings were some of the campers who had arrived at the dining pavillion later than the others. Cabin 12 had been weighing the cons and pros for certain cabins for the upcoming tournament and they were still currently arguing over which Cabins they should team up with. They did the normal routine of sacrificing some of their food to the gods and they all sat down.
"So, who's gonna ask Cabin 11 if they wanna team up?"
"I thought one of us was gonna ask to team up with the Ares' kids?" somebody asked.
"Yeah, but who says we can't team up with the both of them?" Eden replied as she played around with her beverage.
"Good point."
Amelia stuck her tongue out at him and shoved her shoulder into him, as if that would do any damage.
Once they crossed over from the sand, she paused for a moment, using Wynns shoulder to keep her upright as she slipped her shoes back on. She righted herself after both shoes were on and continued walking to the mess hall.
"Hmm, you are right. I think you could pull off punk very well. Though, I do see you getting teased mercilessly from your siblings. I don't think many of them do pink." She giggled. "Besides, I might just put pink hair dye in your shampoo. Or I'll dump bottles of glitter all of your things and you'll still be finding glitter years later."
He chuckled, stumbling and pretending like the shove had actually made him stumble and almost fall over before he righted himself back up.
He let her use him as something to hold onto when she was putting her shoes on, making sure she was stable and not going to fall over for whatever reason.
He wasn't that much of a jerk.
"Yeah, would not look forward to that at all. Then again, they would probably be jealous of the amount of style I have."
He joked once again, as he would die if his wardrobe turned pink along with his hair.
"Oh nooo glittery. My worst nemesis.' He joked once again, smirking at her.
Aviv hovered just outside the pavilion entrance, wary of going inside. They were hungry, but not really interested in eating with the Greeks. Usually, he would just take some food for himself and leave, and let Noah decide if he wanted to come with them or try eating with the Hypnos kids.
He just adjusted their glasses, still nervous to enter. They didn’t realize that Amelia and Wynn were approaching the pavilion.@imNOTdenki
Noah held his blanket around himself, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the dinning hall, he grabbed Avivs hand and moved to pull him inside and over towards the food area as he didn't want to do it alone even though he was 12 years old he still felt nervous every time he did it.
(let's pretend their previous interaction never happened)
"Well, I suppose I can ask them if no one else is going to do it," Eden said as she stood up from the table.
"Good luck," one of her siblings said and she rolled her eyes. If they said no, it wouldn't be the end of the world. Sometimes they really were dramatic. Eden walked over to where Adin was sitting with the rest of his siblings. "I'm Eden and I hope I'm not interrupting anything. But the rest of my cabin was wondering if you and the rest of your cabin wanted to team up with us for the tournament?"
(Hey @yellowqueen , long time no see! Is this still open to join, and if so, may I? As long as no one minds me jumping in?)
(Hey @yellowqueen , long time no see! Is this still open to join, and if so, may I? As long as no one minds me jumping in?)
(Yes this is still open. Good to see you again.)
(Alright! Am I allowed to join, then?)
(Yes. Feel free to make a form.)
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(I have read the rules and the OG post, and have skimmed through the rest of the pages. Before I work on a form, is there anything I should avoid? (beyond obviously not having too grimdark of a backstory, etc))
(Not at all. There kids and teenagers. As long as your character behaves as such you're all set)
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“Well, alright then,” she shrugged nervously. “Guess I’ll have to warn them then.”
Once she as satisfied with the food on her plate, Dove got up and went to sacrifice some of it into the pyre in the middle of the pavilion, for the gods. When she was done, she came back and began eating.
Wendi decided to follow Dove to sacrifice some of her food so that hopefully the rest of the week would go better for her. She sat back down and then went to ask Dove, "Do you know which team the Apollo cabin is on?"
Noah held his blanket around himself, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the dinning hall, he grabbed Avivs hand and moved to pull him inside and over towards the food area as he didn't want to do it alone even though he was 12 years old he still felt nervous every time he did it.
“Um— niño—“ Aviv’s eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t want to go into the pavilion at all, frankly, but it seemed he had no choice. And, well, there was food. They adjusted their glasses and tried his best to look small and unnoticeable. Then he remembered he could turn invisible, and did just that.
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Nicolas didn't greet either of them, just stared at them with a deadpanned expression. "Well your brother seems to have the right idea. Perhaps you should follow suit. Not everyone wants to listen to obnoxious voices." He leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. He moved his right arm to pick at his dinner. His appetite had pretty much disappeared. It pretty much came and go. If he didn't eat right when his appetite hit, the moment it went away he wouldn't eat another bite.
Cole moved his mouth as if to say something, but he was to shocked to form words. Markus had a slight smirk, looking down at the table. Cole huffed and crossed his arms, muttering to himself.
“Well, alright then,” she shrugged nervously. “Guess I’ll have to warn them then.”
Once she as satisfied with the food on her plate, Dove got up and went to sacrifice some of it into the pyre in the middle of the pavilion, for the gods. When she was done, she came back and began eating.Wendi decided to follow Dove to sacrifice some of her food so that hopefully the rest of the week would go better for her. She sat back down and then went to ask Dove, "Do you know which team the Apollo cabin is on?"
“Mm…” Dove swallowed. “I don’t know. I think I heard them talking about it, but I don’t think they’ve come to a decision yet…”
She peered over the tables to glance at her siblings, but of course she couldn’t here anything over all the other chatter. “I think they’re more interested in the performance later, frankly.”
(ended up with two bc I couldn't decide which one, sorry. Let me know if I need to change anything about them)
Name: Lucian Markus Holmes
Age: 17
Gender: Masculine, but doesn't feel a strong attachment to his gender (still uses he/him bc it's easier, but doesn't mind other pronouns being used)
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Panromantic demisexual
Godly Parent: Apollo
Weapon(s): Dagger
Powers (if any): Divination/prophecy (it's janky and nowhere near perfect. He can see flashes of the future sometimes, but it tends to be more "possible futures" than what will actually happen. Think of it like branching timelines; he can see the most likely timelines, but won't know for certain which one will happen until it's happening. Can See best when in a trance, and finds that writing down what he sees makes it easier to tell what's happening. Can also sometimes See while playing music. When he is seeing the future, his whole body tends to loosen, and if he is standing will often collapse. Loses all awareness of what is happening around him, and may start twitching. Cannot always control when he Sees, and is considered a battle risk as a result of that)
Appearance: Luc is half black, hair white, with shiny, curly black hair, and a warm, light brown/golden skin tone. He has faint freckles across the bridge of his nose, and eyes the color of the sky. He is 5'9", with a slender, rectangular body shape. His hands are almost always stained with ink and paint, and his nails are often painted. His ears are pierced. Tends to go for clothing that is both comfortable and stylish, with a style that leans academic. Does need reading glasses, and those are typically hooked into the collars of his shirt for ease of access, or in a case in his bag. He carries a satchel with him everywhere, with books and notebooks and various other things inside. Has scars on his fingers from his dagger and from his guitar strings snapping. Often has things written along his forearms, often quotes from stories or songs, and other times just notes to himself. Often has doodles covering his hands and arms.Usually has rings on his fingers.
Personality: Luc tends to be quiet and thoughtful, often with a faraway look in his eyes. He loves music and classic novels, and is a pretty easy-going person the vast majority of the time. He tends to get along well with people. He and Rachel Dare have worked together before, since his abilities tend to be rare. While he will never be the Oracle of Delphi, and will never give prophecies relating to quests, his abilities are still useful, and Chiron often consults with him as well to try and sharpen his abilities, since if they can narrow down what Luc sees to the most likely future, it could help Chiron with keeping the camp safe.
Short Backstory: Luc is an only child (on his mom's side, clearly lol). His mother suffers from mental health problems that have grown worse as he has gotten older, and as a result he doesn't go home a lot and spends a lot of time at camp. His power first surfaced when he was 12, shortly before a satyr found him and brought him to Camp Half-Blood for the first time. As he has gotten older, his power has become stronger, but also more unpredictable. He is not often called on to fight, since his abilities make him a risk. If he wore to See while fighting, there is a strong chance he would collapse on the battlefield and be completely useless.
Name: Constantine Gideon Jakobs
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Sexuality: Bi
Godly Parent: Ares
Weapon(s): Sword
Powers (if any): Just the regular ones of Ares' kids
Appearance: Constantine, often just called Con, is tall, standing at 6'3", with a bulky, muscular build. He has honey blonde hair cut rather short, and grey eyes. He is white, with a tan. He has a scar going from the right side of his temple all the way down his face, narrowly missing his eye and continuing down to his throat, where it ends about a quarter of the way down. Has other scars, but that one is the most obvious, and makes him look very intimidating when combined with his size. Clothing is usually a t-shirt and jeans, unless he's wearing armor, or if it's cold outside, a sweater of some kind. Despite his size, he's very fast when he moves.
Personality: Brave to a fault, Con can and will fight anything and everything that gets in his path. Despite the reputation of Ares kids as being violent, stupid, and cruel, and despite Con's intimidating appearance, he tends to be relatively level-headed and calm, at least in comparison to his half-siblings. Is an excellent strategist and leader, though the downside of this is that if someone else is in charge and is leading incompetently, he often becomes furious when said leader fails to, well, lead. Can also be impatient and can have a hard time understanding why other people are frightened of something that doesn't faze him (like giant monsters). However, Con is also severely claustrophobic, and hyperventilates if he gets trapped in a small space (this is not helped by the fact that he is big enough that spaces average-size people fit into are small for him).
Short Backstory: Con's mother abandoned him when he was very young, and spent a lot of his childhood bouncing from foster home to foster home, where he was often neglected and abused. When he was 11, he was brought to Camp Half-Blood, and the Camp was made his "legal guardian". He has lived there ever since, and is intimately familiar with almost every nook and cranny of it.
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He chuckled, stumbling and pretending like the shove had actually made him stumble and almost fall over before he righted himself back up.
He let her use him as something to hold onto when she was putting her shoes on, making sure she was stable and not going to fall over for whatever reason.
He wasn't that much of a jerk.
"Yeah, would not look forward to that at all. Then again, they would probably be jealous of the amount of style I have."
He joked once again, as he would die if his wardrobe turned pink along with his hair.
"Oh nooo glittery. My worst nemesis.' He joked once again, smirking at her.
Amelia grinned, despite herself. "You say that now." She shook her head laughing. "When I was young, one of my nannies pissed me off for gods knows why, so I decided to dump several gallons of glitter all over her things. She quit on the spot. Something about me being a spoiled brat."
She would never deny that she wasn't spoiled. She was. She got just about everything she wanted and she wouldn't settle for any less. She knew her worth.
"Looking back now, it probably wasn't worth it. But it got my father to stay home with me for a week so maybe it was. Even if he was furious me. It's not like he didn't make enough money to take a little time off."
(Also wooo we have three Apollo kids now eheheh)
(I love them ice ;;)
(Thanks! Just now realizing that Con, visually, looks like a child of Athena RIP that would be the funniest mistaken identity ever. you see this kid with a sword whose good at strategy, blond hair, grey eyes…must be an athena kid, yeah? wrong he's an Ares kid he's here to wreck your shit lmao)