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Post by di Angelo on May 16, 2012 20:30:17 GMT -5
# Name; Bianca di Angelo # Species; Demigod # Heritage; Italian | Greek # Parent; Maria di Angelo # Godly Parent; Hades # Step-Mother; Persephone # Siblings; Nico di Angelo, Hazel Levesque # Step Brother; # Best Friend; # Age; She's probably 16 or so by now. # Affiliations; Underworld, Hunters of Artemis # Cabin; 13 # Notable Habits; Generally hides under a hat. # Magical Item(s);. None mentioned. # Flaw(s); Unsure of herself and her abilities # Powers; Shadow Travel, communication with the dead, traveling between the living and dead worlds, killing the unkillable, sensing death. Etc.
Sample: The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls. It was dark and musky, with the sense of fear that would consume a normal soul. Terror could not reach her, not today or any day. Through the threshold and she was met by Persephone's hell hounds. Just a hand to ward them down; they listened to a child of Hades more than the Goddess of posies.
"Persephone!" She cupped her hands over her mouth. "Where is my father?" The gods were silent - they had been since Bianca had woken up. She'd been trapped here, in the castle of the Underworld, and it had begun to get under her skin. A bright light flickered down the hallway, and Bianca habitually flinched from the god-light.
This woman resembled Persephone, right down to the arrogant way she stared at Bianca. The only things to give away her identity was her neatly braided hair and a dark dress. A small tiara separated her bangs from the rest of her hair; a cold smile sat on her lips. "Child," she called in a calm voice. "What are you still doing here?"
Bianca stared at her; she'd never been afraid of Persephone until this moment. "I-I just woke up here. I haven't been able to leave." A brief pause before she squared her shoulders. "You're damned hell hounds won't let me go anywhere?" The woman just laughed, shaking her head and stepping towards the demigod. She barely jerked away from the cool hand before blackness overtook her senses.
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Post by red on May 18, 2012 9:41:06 GMT -5
# Name; Rachel Elizabeth Dare # Species; clear-sighted Mortal, Oracle # Heritage; mix # Parent; Mr and Mrs Dare # Siblings; none # Best Friend; Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, anyone who can put up with her for more than 5 minutes # Age; 16 # Affiliations; Apollo, Camp Half-Blood in general # Notable Habits; very outspoken, almost always moving in some way (toe-tapping, drumming fingers, fidgeting) # Flaw(s); impulsive # Powers; clear-sighted, foresight, influence of her father's wealth, spirit of the Oracle allows her to make prophecies
Rachel Elizabeth Dare stared hard at her canvas, pushing a paintbrush against her cheek and unintentionally making a blue smear on her face. This was, in her humble opinion, possibly the most important part of the entire day. Her scheduled time to get away from the crazy demigods and sword fighting – there were a couple kids here she was honestly terrified might chop her head off – and spend some time in the oh-so-important practice of doing whatever struck her fancy. Today, as was often the case, it was painting. Her latest creation was an abstract mural of the gods. At least, that was what she considered it. At the moment, it was unrecognizable.
Well, maybe not unrecognizable. She, at least, could sort of tell who was who. “AH!” she said suddenly and beamed. “Duh, come on, Rachel.” Her small conversation with herself finished, she swept the paintbrush down the side of Hera’s dress-toga-thing. Whatever they called those. She should probably know, being surrounded by Greek enthusiasts, but whatever. She dropped her paintbrush in a cup of water and took a step back. Much better. She crossed the cave and dropped into one of her beanbag chairs. Yes, definitely much better.
She leaned back in her chair to the kuuusssh of foam beads and tapped her foot to the music blaring from the stereo in the corner. For an old Greek dude, Apollo did have good taste in decorating. She’d added a few touches of her own, of course. Like the blankets on the bed now had a nice coating of paint spatters. And she’d gotten herself a second bean bag chair for the odd visitor. Not a lot of people seemed eager to visit her here though. Oh well, their loss.
Speaking of visitors… she hopped up, deciding it was high time she visited the camp store. They could keep all their basic stuff and boring whatevers like toothbrushes and t-shirts and that sort. She had just last week discovered they had Pringles. And, well, she was now moderately addicted to them. After all, who didn’t like that round little mustached guy and his perfectly seasoned chips? So she pushed her purple curtain of a door aside and strolled out into the small stretch of woods between her and the camp. One thing nice about being a mortal: not a lot of monsters really bothered her. Because honestly, she was not usually in the mood to fight them like the mental cases in the Ares cabin. Then again, they liked to fight anything, anytime.
And speak of Ares, she nearly ran into one just outside the woods. And he was none too pleased to see her. In fact, he looked like he just might deck her one. Seemed like a normal greeting from what she’d seen of that cabin, but getting a broken nose wasn’t really on her list of to-do. So she went with her usual escape method, though she could only use it so often. She stiffened up and made her eyes as wide as she could reaching out for the boy and gripping his shoulder. “Your fate-” But that was as far as she got before the kid pulled himself free and bolted. Got ’em every time. Or at least, the smart ones who didn’t want to go risk their lives and who’d never actually seen her give a prophecy, as she heard she got all glowy-eyed and creepy when she did. That was a bit hard to replicate, though Annabeth might argue the creepy part was normal for her. Oh well. She suppressed a smile until the kid was out of earshot, then doubled over laughing. She’d almost bet money he wet himself. Still beaming ear to ear, she set off with a new bounce in her step to the store.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on May 18, 2012 19:44:37 GMT -5
Bianca audition; If you're willing to use Nina Dorbev(Nico seems adamant on this) and the fact that Bianca has some background info that can only be shared privately, then the position is yours; your audition is approved. Feel free to create your account and Apollo or Nico will message you from there. When your account is made, we'll also be placing your board.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on May 18, 2012 19:46:04 GMT -5
Rachel; You're audition has been approved! Your board will be set up shortly. Welcome! Feel free to ask any questions you may have.
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Post by Jozette Flores on Jun 2, 2012 23:57:37 GMT -5
# Name; Jozette Flores # Species; Demi-God # Heritage; Greek, Spanish # Parent; David Flores # Godly Parent; Aphrodite # Step-Mother; Chelsea Flores # Siblings; - # Step Brother; Zachary Flores # Best Friend; Isabella Collins- mortal in Arizona. # Age; 17 # Affiliations; Camp Half Blood (summer), Phoenix, Arizona (school year) # Cabin; #10 # Notable Habits; She tends to stare off into space a lot, always tends to pick at her finger nails # Magical Item(s); Studded diamond earrings that allow her to have amazing hearing, lip stick that is a laser. # Flaw(s); has too much pride, # Powers; Amazing hearing, flexible, can make anyone like her, can change her voice to fit accents perfectly
“Do you have to leave me? I mean, we NEVER hang in the summer! You’re always in New York doing Lord knows what,” Isabella exclaims. “What the hell do you even need to go up there for?” She throws a pillow at my face.
“Isa! I have to go up there for a camp my dad forces me to go to,” I say. We have the same conversation every year after school ends.
“A camp that has no cell phones? I’ve got to see that,” Isabella snorts and plops down next to my empty suitcase. I sigh and stuff all different types of clothing in the bag. “Just… don’t forget our bracelet.” She manages a small smile as my face brightens up.
“Have I ever told you I love you, Isa?” I smile at her and zips the suitcase closed. “I seriously have no clue what I would do without you.” Isa grins at her and makes her way downstairs. We have been friends since forever. She doesn’t know about the camp, monsters, or how she has killed other people like her in battle. All she knows is about a certain smart but sexy son of Athena who I talk to constantly. Oh, and that my real mom left us.
“Jozette Katherina Flores, get your butt down here! Your father keeps honking for you to get in the car!” And that would be my step-mom Chelsea. She’s alright… I guess. I sigh again and carry my suitcase downstairs and into the car.
“Te echaré de menos niña! Te amo. ” I give my almost sister a huge hug and slip into the front seat next to my dad. To the airport we go.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jun 5, 2012 5:08:47 GMT -5
Jozette, Your audition has been approved. Your board will be set up later today! Feel free to ask any questions on this admin account, to Anya Grian, or anyone in the group you feel comfortable with. Welcome!
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jun 26, 2012 13:32:17 GMT -5
Ally, we regret to inform you that the audition and character was not accepted for this RPG, we like to thank you for your interest in Greek and the time you spent applying.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Jun 26, 2012 13:32:52 GMT -5
Lily, we regret to inform you that the audition and character was not accepted for this RPG, we'd like to thank you for your interest in Greek and the time you spent applying.
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Post by hazellover334 on Mar 4, 2013 19:33:31 GMT -5
Um I have a question. Can we already have a account on this sight and audition?
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Post by hazellover334 on Mar 4, 2013 20:29:20 GMT -5
# Name;Lae Mclaurin # Species;Greek Demigod # Heritage;African-American//Greek # Parent;none # Godly Parent;Heaphastus # Step-Mother;none # Siblings;none # Step Brother;none # Best Friend;Zoe Zuniga (mortal), Alex Wicks(mortal) # Age;16 # Affiliations;Camp Halfblood (year round) # Cabin;#9 # Notable Habits;Always seems to get ahead of herself. # Magical Item(s);A necklace that can change to a hammer or any tool you need. # Flaw(s);Will do anything to keep a promise # Powers;Can make any machine work by touching it. "Aw man," I thought. I really was stupid enough to think that these foster parents would actually love me after the other ten. "Might as well go pack up and hit the road again," I thought. Yeah I'm sure you could tell my life was terrible. I've been through a whole lot more than most people. And on top of that my mom died in a car accident. "You know, I'll always love you, you know," she used to say. I smiled at he thought. But just as soon as I started I snapped out of it. Because I knew I had a LONG way to get where I was going.
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Post by coco on Jul 17, 2013 20:29:00 GMT -5
# Name; cathrine di angelo # Species; demi-god # Heritage; italian # Parent; maria # Godly Parent; hades # Step-Mother; NAN # Siblings; bianca and Nico # Best Friend; Nico # Age; 12 # Affiliations; camp half-blood # Cabin; hades # Notable Habits; sarcasum and eye rolling # Magical Item(s);. a wallet that terns into a sword and a neckless that turns into a shield (nightmist and dust) # Flaw(s); outcast and grudges # Powers;undead
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Post by MiRaIncognito on Dec 29, 2013 15:28:06 GMT -5
Name: Mirabella Aimi Jun Wakahisa
Species: Demigod
Heritage: Greek (From Mother); Filipino, Chinese, and Japanese (From Father)
Parent: Hui Jun Wakahisa
Godly Parent: Hecate
Step-Mother: Adalicia Mahieu Wakahisa Siblings: Other children of Hecate
Best Friend: None (so far)
Age: 12
Affiliations: Camp Half-Blood
Cabin: 20
Notable Habits: Always stumbling while walking because she can't seem to stop reading books; twisting her bangs; nail biting
Magical Item(s): A hair pin that can turn into any design but can shift into battle ready armor when tapped; a belt that can carry weapons (similar to Leo Valdez's tool belt but can only carry one to two weapons at a time depending on the size and material); a stygian iron dagger (usually hidden in belt)
Flaw(s): Knows too much information causing people to lose interest in what she says or get annoyed at her because she can always prove them wrong; can get random at times; doesn't think before she acts; can get really random at times
Powers: Can wield magic of every element but has to cool down for as much time needed depending on the impact of the spell
Mirabella had always been an intelligent sprite who knew alot about anything. She was the typical perfect student every teacher loved. She would get small insults here and there but Mirabella would somehow know that those people were only jealous of her. When she felt hurt by those insults, she would watch anime or read manga. Sometimes Mirabella can't understand what she is reading because of her dyslexia but in good days, and fortunately most days, she could understand everything.
Since her father was a mix of Filipino, Chinese, and Japanese, her family would usually visit ASia and visit her father's hometowns. First, they would go to China and ask help and guidance from Mirabella's ancestors. Then, they would go to Japan to visit her father's parents since they lived in Japan. Mira would buy some anime memorabilia since she was a major otaku. Lastly, they would go to the Philippines and bathe in it's beautiful beaches. She would always end up getting sunburnt but it would magically disappear the next day without a trace. SOmething Mirabella didn't understand at that time. But after their trip to Asia, they would go to Paris, France. The birthplace of Mira's stepmother.
Mirabella has known her stepmother since she was born. But Unliike the stepmothers Mira woud watch on the television, her stepmother was motherly. She wasn't wicked or evil, she was kind and gentle, she wasn't hateful and vengeful, she was loving and caring. Mirabella treated her like a real mother.
One day while Mirabella, her dad, and her stepmom were strolling through the Champs Elysees Mira saw Erinyes flying over them. Her father noticed this and whispered something in her stepmom's ears, Mirabella could swear that her dad said "It's time." They hurriedly went back to their hotel, packed their bags, and rode the next airplane to New York. Mirabella fell asleep most of the way but the next thing she remembers is waking up at Camp Half-Blood.
(I kind of wanted to end her story right there but if you're curious: Mirabella found herself talking to a centaur, beings half-man and half-horse, named Chiron. Chiron set up an Iris-Message to Mira's parents and from there they explained to Mira about her situation. Long story short, Mira will now be training at Camp Half-Blood.)
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Post by Eli Bantis on Feb 19, 2014 1:43:41 GMT -5
# Name; Eli Bantis #Gender; Male # Species; Demi-God # Heritage; Greek/American citizen born in Detroit,Michigan # Parent; Marrissa Elliot(died in a tragic street shooting) # Godly Parent; Hephaestus(i think i spelled it right but not sure) # Step-Mother; None # Siblings; None # Step Brother(s); None # Step Sister; None # Best Friend; Hasn't gotten to know anyone at his school or Camp Half-Blood # Age; 14 (Birthday August 18, 1999) # Affiliations; Camp Half-Blood (summer), New York City # Cabin; #9 # Notable Habits; Zones out a lot # Magical Item(s); None yet # Flaw(s); Doesn't communicate what he wants to say usually # Powers; Fire,good with building in a thick situation "Another day before camp huh."I say sadly"Can't I just go today. I mean i could run away but its a bit to hot. Hmm what to do. Well I guess Chiron would kill me if I did run away though he knows i`m barely social even at Camp. Well I guess its decided then, I gotta go to school one more day." I walked to school not knowing what would soon happen. Okay so here`s something i should explain i`m not ordinary in fact i`m the opposite. My name is Eli Bantis i grew up in the slums of Detroit,Michigan. My mom died in a shooting by the crossfire. Now that was the boring part. If you know of the term Greek Mythology its real and if you have ADD ,and/or have dyslexia, AD-HD your most likely a demi-god. You see we`re haywired for battle so we`re impulsive, unlikeable,etc. How do I know this you ask, cause i`m one. My advice run as far as you can get without dying.Another thing the Greek Gods there also real. However i`m at this Camp its in New York they train you so that you might not die. Its basically a safe haven, and Mount Olympus thats on the secret 600th floor. Even monsters from Greek Mythology are real. Plus theres this thing called the mist it clouds mortals and sometimes demi-gods vision to. You might see a stick others a sword. So that sums it up now back to the story. As I was walking I kept noticing footsteps behind me. Finally i got to fed up with the leaves crunching behind me I slashed my hammer to a familiar face from Camp. It was Percy Jackson. Me and him were pretty good friends. Last year he`d defeated the Titan Lord Kronos. It was pretty gruesome. Afterwords they added new cabins to Camp for example Isis, Eros, and Hebe. We talked and finally I got the signal I got to go to Camp early this year. So we finally went to Camp, i didn't have to go to school, and me and Percy hung out.
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Post by Natasha on Dec 20, 2014 18:14:28 GMT -5
# Name; Hazel Levesque # Species; Demigod, Roman # Heritage; Afro American # Parent; Marie Levesque # Godly Parent; Pluto # Step-Mother; Persephone # Siblings; Nico and Bianca di Angelo # Step Brother; Jonathan Thales || Son of Persephone # Best Friend; Frank, Percy, Sammy Valdez # Age; 13 (born Dec 17, 1928) # Affiliations; Camp Jupiter, Olympians # Cabin; 13# # Notable Habits; Horseback riding, Flashbacks # Magical Item(s); Spatha, Frank's stick # Flaw(s); ADHD, Dyslexia # Powers; Death sense, Shadow Travel, Mist, Geokinesis, Ferrokinesis
“It does not matter anymore.” The goddess sighed. “I have made peace again with Olympus. Even now, when they are laid low—their Greek and Roman personas fighting each other—I will help them. Greek or Roman, I have always been only Hecate. I will assist you against the giants, if you prove yourself worthy. So now it is your choice, Hazel Levesque. Will you trust me…or will you shun me, as the Olympian gods have done too often?”
Blood roared in Hazel’s ears. Could she trust this dark goddess, who’d given her mother the magic that ruined her life? Sorry, no. She didn’t much like Hecate’s dog or her gassy polecat, either.
But she also knew she couldn’t let Percy and Annabeth die.
“I’ll go north,” she said. “We’ll take your secret pass through the mountains.”
Hecate nodded, the slightest hint of satisfaction in her face. “You have chosen well, though the path will not be easy. Many monsters will rise against you. Even some of my own servants have sided with Gaea, hoping to destroy your mortal world.”
The goddess took her double torches from their stands. “Prepare yourself, daughter of Pluto. If you succeed against the witch, we will meet again.”
“I’ll succeed,” Hazel promised. “And Hecate? I’m not choosing one of your paths. I’m making my own.”
The goddess arched her eyebrows. Her polecat writhed, and her dog snarled.
“We’re going to find a way to stop Gaea,” Hazel said. “We’re going to rescue our friends from Tartarus. We’re going keep the crew and the ship together, and we’re going to stop Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood from going to war. We’re going to do it all.”
The storm howled, the black walls of the funnel cloud swirling faster.
“Interesting,” Hecate said, as if Hazel were an unexpected result in a science experiment. “That would be magic worth seeing.”
A wave of darkness blotted out the world. When Hazel’s sight returned, the storm, the goddess, and her minions were gone. Hazel stood on the hillside in the morning sunlight, alone in the ruins except for Arion, who paced next to her, nickering impatiently.
“I agree,” Hazel told the horse. “Let’s get out of here.”
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