forum Percy Jackson RP [CLOSED FOR JOINING]

Started March 11, 2018 by @wake-read-eat-sleep

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Name: Maze Jones
Child Of: Athena
Gender: Fluid
Years In Camp Half-Blood: 7
Age: 16
Appearance: Violet hair, stormy grey eyes, sandy skin tone, lime vest, pink jeans, yellow t-shirt, cyan boots, orange camp armband, rainbow bowtie, crimson baseball cap.
Personality: Bubbly, sassy, something mildly sarcastic yet lighthearted every five sentences, kind, hardcore when needed, a little standoffish at first, but the life and soul when you get to know them.
Background: Rich father that neglected them, ran away at age nine, it was so bad.
Weapon: Words, and dual daggers that are made of celestial bronze, bow and celestial arrows.
Other: Bisexual, hates when people try and relate to them, it makes them feel belittled, shy yet a good follower and leader, has less hubris than most kids of Athena, willing to admit when they screw up.

(i'm here. and Natasha I'm a christian too and toally not offended…)

(sure!)

Viva forced herself to get up from the chair and ran out of the room after Miles.

Miles turned at the last minute before the lake. He saw something cool in the corner of his eye and he wanted to check it out. Maybe it'll help get the prophecy out of his head. He walked towards it, and as he got closer, he realized it was a kind of meeting place. There was a fire at the front, which was burning orange. The second he stepped foot inside the place, it dimmed and turned green. "That's not normal…" he muttered, moving closer to the fire.

Out of the corner of her eye, Viva saw Miles running into the campfire area.
"Miles!" she called.

Miles spun around, looking for whoever called him. He saw Viva standing a little away from him. "Viva?"

Viva jogged over.
"Are you ok?" she asked gently. She'd seen him staring into the colour-changing flames, and to be honest, she was more than a little worried about him. She hadn't exactly done a good job of showing him around, and no one was really looking out for him. Even she forgot that he was the new kid sometimes.

"I'm fine, just a little… lost," he answered. "Why does the fire change colour?"

"It changes depending on the emotions of those around it," Viva explained. She dropped down onto one of the nearby benches. "Is there something specific you're worried about." Viva winced. Yet again, her epic fail at being the concerned friend.

Great, a fire that reveals exactly what he's feeling. He sat down next to her. She was trying, at least, and he knew that. "The prophecy." he sighs.

Viva pursed her lips as the fire died down even more.
"Yeah… Well I guess we might not be in it. Right?"

"At least I know I'm not a part of it," Miles said. "But that's what I'm worried about."

Viva looked a little concerned. If her suspicions about Mile's heritage were correct then he might well be.
"What do you mean that's what you're worried about?" she asked Miles.

"I'm worried that you guys are in it," he answered. There he goes, spilling all his worries to a girl he hardly knows. For some reason, he trusted her.

Viva sighed as the campfire died even lower, going a dark shade of purple, almost black.
"Yeah. I am too. Look, Miles, I'm really bad at this whole comforting thing and I'm not gonna sugarcoat it." She looked sideways at him, trying to gauge his reaction but his face was unreadable. "I know this is a lot to ask. But try not to worry about something until its certain that it will happen. The life of a demigod is no picnic and if you spend your while life worrying about what could happen, you'll drive yourself mad. If one of us is in the prophecy, well that pretty much sucks. But there are hundreds of kids here Miles. Just… try to hold off the stressing until campfire tonight. That's probably when we'll figure out more about who's in the prophecy."
And there she went again, with the horrible emotional advice. But hey, it was the thought that counted… right?