forum Camp Half-Blood RP(OFFICIALLY CLOSED)

Started March 28, 2019 by @Meow

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Jordan was a normally a light sleeper who woke early in the mornings. So when he woke to see the sun already up before him, he was rightfully surprised. In a slight panic he pushed off his bed, nearly falling from the sudden movement. He rifled through the storage space underneath, pulling out his standard white t-shirt and joggers, and quickly slipped them on. His Converse took a little more time to put on, but then he was hopping down the staircase from the loft, throwing open the cabin door and welcoming the sunshine. His shoulder-length brown hair was unbelievably tangled, and he was still working out some of the knots when his eyes caught onto another camper's figure. Jordan squinted, trying to make out who it was without much success. He shrugged and decided to just head over there, slowing when he recognized Vivian. He only knew her by face, and only that was because they'd been at camp for around the same time. If he recalled correctly, she was a year older and had been at camp a year longer. "Hey, Vivian, right?" he called, coming to crouch a few feet away from her as he watched the water.

“Yeah. You’re Jordan right?” Vivian asked and turned to look at them. “From the Tyche cabin?” She took her hands out of the water and wiped her hands on her legs. Her jacket sleeves were soaked, so she took the jacket off and put it down next to her.

Jordan chuckled slightly and nodded, sitting back to be more comfortable. "That's me. To be honest, though, I'm not a huge fan of my name, so you could call me either 'J' or 'Cassie'. 'Cassie' being a nickname for my last name, Castillo…" he trailed off, realizing he was acting awkward. "You're from the Thanatos cabin, right? Is there another name you like to go by?"

“Yeah, I am. Kinda lonely though …” She looked up at the sky in thought. “Everyone used to call me Bunny Girl, because I had a favorite stuffy called Mr. Bun Bun. But I don’t know if that’s fitting anymore . . . “ She sighed and flicked at the water. “Oh! My aunt also called me Karma, but I don’t really know why, but I guess it was a good kind of karma, since I don’t remember being punished or anything. You can call me one of those if you want.”

Ravyn bolted up in bed, he paused for a moment, before sighing loudly. It echoed throughout the empty cabin, and for a moment he wished he had woken up when the sun wasn't glaring through the windows.
I need to invest in some curtains..
He threw back the duvet and slowly pushed himself out of bed. With a yawn he swung open the cabin door, not caring that he was only in a pair of black pajama pants, and went for a walk down to the river. He inhaled, feeling the cool morning air cleanse his lungs, and just stood staring at the water.
"Today seems like a good day for doing nothing."

(i'm so sorry it took me so long)

"Karma, huh? Kind of interesting, considering my own heritage," Jordan mused with a smile. "But I can call you that, if you'd like. I enjoy sharing nicknames with friends, anyways." He cast a sidelong glance at Vivian, half waiting for her to reject his wording. It was then he heard Ravyn's voice, and he turned to acknowledge the other hero. "Honestly," he agreed, grinning at his words.

“Well look at who’s suddenly making lots of friends, hey Cassie?” She laughed. “Goodness, that doesn’t sound like me at all. And Ravyn, it’s not like we do much anyways. Which is kinda nice, cuz quests aren’t exactly relaxing vacations.”

Jordan grinned at her usage of his preferred nickname, then nodded his head in agreeance. "I don't know why it's taken us this long, to be honest. We've all been here for over five years, though I guess camp keeps us pretty busy." He listened to her statement and nodded his head again, saying, "Everyone always wants a quest to prove themselves… I mean, yeah, I'd love to see some of the outside world and prove myself, but I also don't want to die a horrible death…get me?" He tapped his fingers against the solid ground for a moment, then asked, "So what kinds of training do you guys do?"

“I do offence and defence, lots of medical stuff, climbing, running . . . And I know this doesn’t really count as training but I like gardening with the Demeter kids when I can,” Vivian said. “Since, you know, it’s nice not to be killing something for once.”

"I don't really train.." Ravyn replied sheepishly with a lopsided grin. "I mean, other than cardio and muscle building workouts." he inclined down at his abdominal muscles. "I don't really have any reason to train to kill."
He never needed to train with weapons, the skill was already there, so when he arrived at the camp seven years ago and was already surprisingly skilled with weapons, he never felt the need to attend training with the other campers. It could have been a good opportunity to get to know a few of the other campers better but he didn't like the idea of initiating any conversations.

(Is this closed or can I join? Just a quick thing too, I've only read the first book[but I do plan on reading the rest as soon as I can], so if you don't want me to join then I understand.)

(So, imma say you can join, cuz like idk where some of my friends disappeared off too. Which also reminds me, I should close this, heheheh. It doesn’t matter too much that you haven’t read all the books, but you read the first so that’s good enough for me.)

“Then what do you even do Ravyn? You’d have so much extra time, do you just like, contemplate life or something?” She asked sarcastically. “You must be doing something if you’re not training.”

"Hey, gardening is cool. I personally don't have the patience for it, but I like the way it looks," Jordan told her, shrugging. He was the son of a lesser known goddess, but for whatever reason his ADHD was particularly bad. His teachers hated him, but he dismissed those thoughts fairly easily. Things like that just didn't bother him as much anymore. To Ravyn, he said, "And it's nice to hear you have the commitment for that kind of stuff." He held up his arms, the pale, skinny limbs nothing to be particularly proud of. "I enjoy running, so that's most of my training right there. Long distance, sprinting, hurdles, anything, really. I'd rather be quick than just strong, I guess. It fits my favorite weapon here, though," he finished, twisting his hand so that the back was visible to both. He was wearing what looked to be fingerless gloves, but when he ran a finger down the center of the right contraption, four blades sprouted from the top, shimmering slightly in the light. "Celestial bronze," he added nonchalantly. "But I agree with you both—I see no reason to kill, nor do I want to. I still think these can be pretty fun," he admitted with a grin.

(Is this closed or can I join? Just a quick thing too, I've only read the first book[but I do plan on reading the rest as soon as I can], so if you don't want me to join then I understand.)

(So, imma say you can join, cuz like idk where some of my friends disappeared off too. Which also reminds me, I should close this, heheheh. It doesn’t matter too much that you haven’t read all the books, but you read the first so that’s good enough for me.)

(Sweet! Mind if I snatch a Zeus kid? Since Lily's character is a son of Hades, I'm assuming we can have Big Three kids so yea)

Ravyn nodded slowly. "I keep to myself most times, unless someone needs something from me." he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. "Well my chest is cold, I'm going to get dressed. See you kids later."
He slowly started to wander back towards his cabin, passing other campers who were leaving to go and eat.

(Uh, guys, I kinda remembered now, that we need a prophecy)
“Well, anyways, I’m just practicing in the woods if you want to join me.” Vivian stood up and brushed the sand off of her. She picked up her jacket and brushed that off as well, waved at Jordan, and set off.

(HHHHHH SORRY I'VE HAD A VERY BUSY WEEK

Full Name: Makayla "Mack" Brett
Age: 15
Gender: F
Sexuality: Aro ace
Godly Parent: Zeus
Years at CHB: Somewhere between 3 and 4
Personality: Mack is usually friendly unless she's tired, stressed, or anxious. Her friends are always a priority to her. She reads pretty well for her heritage, but has a hell of a time remembering specific phrases, passages, or number sequences. Names are also an issue. Mack can focus about as well as a six-year-old child most of the time. Very rarely, she will zero in on something and not get sidetracked. She is also extremely impulsive, with the uncanny ability to get herself into a sticky situation and then either BS her way out of it or figure out a way to escape(mostly) unharmed.
Appearance: Mack is tall. She's not thin but not quite large either, not un-feminine but muscular. She has curly blonde hair that's close to platinum and shocking sky blue eyes. Mack generally wears her hair in a ponytail, with bits spilling out of it towards the front and at her ears.
Apparel: She wears her orange CHB shirt underneath a black overall skirt (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/755830749934093006/) with orange leggings and tall sky-blue Converse. She wears multiple bracelets on her left hand. Only one is on her right, and it's a small handmade bracelet made out of pink, blue, green, yellow, and purple rubber bands. A gold necklace with an airplane charm is on her neck at all times.
Armour and Weapon(s): Though Mack doesn't usually wear armor, she always keeps throwing knives in her pocket. She also has a multi tool that she carries around.
Abilities/Drawbacks:

• Wind manipulation(strongly tied to her emotions, gets uncontrollable when she is extremely angry or scared)
• Lightning manipulation(physically exhausting to use, difficult to control, can only work in thunderstorms or areas with strong electric charge)
• Mini-storm creation(like one super small cloud and rain, varies in size from two inches to a foot and a half, able to create many types[i.e. tiny tornado, thunderstorm, snowstorm, etc.])
• Communication with birds(cannot be turned off, doesn't extend to all flying creatures)

Backstory(optional): Mack, as would be expected of any child of Zeus, has some grief from Hera. Her birth mother was cursed to be unable to be in the same room as Mack a month after giving birth. Mack was put up for adoption and raised by her adopted dads(who were informed of her half-blood status by someone sent by CHB) alongside three other kids. Most of her jewelry and her shoes were gifts from them.
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