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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Sept 23, 2011 12:42:37 GMT -5
Violet: You're audition for the group has been accepted. I do want to add that you watch your grammar. I don't mean any extensive mistakes just capitalizing what needs to be capitalized, that's all.
I will be setting up your board shortly as well as responding to your queries.
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Post by tyson on Oct 17, 2011 19:21:44 GMT -5
# Name; Tyson # Species; Cyclops # Heritage; Greek # Parent; A nature spirit # Godly Parent; Poseidon # Step-Mother; none # Siblings; none # Step Brother; Percy Jackson # Best Friend; Percy Jackson # Age; 15 # Affiliations; Camp Half Blood # Cabin; 3 # Notable Habits; Eats ravenously, Deathly loyal, A bit smarter than regular cyclops, and he is incredibly brave # Magical Item(s); none # Flaw(s); hindered intelligence # Powers;mental telepathy when under water, expertise in crafting magic items, resistance to fire, able to breathe under water. can emulate voices, and has heightened senses.
Tyson's first time in a Roman city was almost more than he could take in. The sites were beautiful White buildings and gardens as far as he could see. However, he couldn't escape the feeling of being an outsider here. It felt like he was back at that place where the mean kids would make fun of him. Mostly, he just shrugged and continued his on his way with Ella following close behind. Ella squawked with delight after sighting a library dove towards it like a hawk after a rat. Tyson grinned toothy grin and chuckled,"Silly Ella .."
Then he left her and walked a few feet until he came to a weapons shop. Walking in he could see a huge display case filled with swords, pilums, shields, knives, and other implements of destruction. His calf brown eye gleamed with awe. Sure, he'd made plenty of beat em' up stuff but the things here were just incredible. The store keep was an older man with stringy white hair, trimmed beard, and muscles the seemed to ripple endlessly across his body. Unnaturally silently he move behind Tyson and patted his shoulder. "See something you like son?" Tyson nearly jumped out of his skin. The store keep laughed lightly and folded his arms as he waited for Tyson to answer. Tyson settled down and regarded the man. "Lots of pretty weapons. "
The store keep smiled warmly and gave Tyson another once over as if he might have recognized him from somewhere but, he couldn't place him. He motioned for Tyson to follow and they walked to the back of the shop where he forged his stock. When Tyson saw the forge he nearly lost his breath. "Where did you get this?"
Tyson pointed to one of the biggest anvils he'd ever seen. It was silver and was ornately inscribed with Greek letters. The store keep shrugged."I don't know where it came from honestly. The raiding party last summer brought it back from Mt. Saint Helens as spoils of some victory. I haven't been able to use it though. Suppose you have a try?" The keep backed up as if anticipating the thing might explode. Tyson; as if in a trance, lurched forward and stoked a roaring fire to life and began to work a piece of metal over. It was like poetry in motion but, the keep was flabbergasted. When Tyson turned holding a battle axe that Ares would cry for the keep laughed, "Excellent my friend!"
Tyson grinned waved the axe to test its weight and balance and decided it was the best axe he ever made. The keep talked a bit longer with Tyson and extended an invitation to work with him when he was around. Tyson agreed Happily and then rushed off to find Ella and Percy so he could regal them with his new found friend.
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Post by Ella on Oct 17, 2011 23:03:31 GMT -5
# Name; Ella # Species; Harpy # Heritage; Presumably Greek # Parent; A nature spirit # Godly Parent; Thaumas [most likely] # Step - Mother; Unknown # Siblings; Iris and most harpies # Step - Brother; none # Best Friend; Hazel # Age; A teenage in appearance # Affiliations; Presumably Olympus # Cabin; None # Notable Habits; speaks about herself in third person # Magical Items; None # Flaws; Can't stay on one topic for me than a couple sentences # Powers; Although she's skinnier than the other harpies, she is faster and more intelligent than the others. She seems to be able to see into the future as well.
Ella sat perched in a tree outside the camp. She wasn't allowed inside, and Hazel had said it was to keep her safe. That was fine, Tyson still came to visit her almost every day. He was really nice to Ella, and he was the only one who didn't seem to be afraid of her feathers. She liked him too. He was really sweet, and he brought Ella cinnamon buns. "Cinnamon buns are good for Harpies. But not cheese. Ella doesn't like cheese." She took up to the sky, spreading her wings as she caught a thermal.
She soared for a minute before shooting back to the ground, landing carefully on her branch. She looked up and tilted her head a little bit, listening for a minute. Someone was coming, and Ella couldn't recognize the person. She clawed her way higher into the tree, hiding among the leaves. She could still see below her, but she was almost afraid to look.
Below her was a young man in a toga, with short blond hair and pale skin. Ella tilted her head. He looked sick, like he hadn't been eating. Ella sympathized with not being able to eat. But she remembered Hazel telling her some people were not safe. She wondered if the sick boy wasn't safe. "What happens to a soul unnourished? Does it quail Like a snail Or does it fail to flourish Like a butterfly Flying about so high in the sky Or Does it flutter and melt Like butter in the heat of the hell of the night For Must not the being that bears no nourishment Surely suffer And Sorely die" Ella looked around, then walked calmly across the branches until she was sure the sick boy couldn't see her anymore and she flew off.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Oct 18, 2011 10:16:08 GMT -5
Tyson; you audition has been accepted for the group. You're board will be set up shortly. Feel free to message the admin account for any questions you may have.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Oct 18, 2011 10:16:43 GMT -5
Ella; You're audition has been accepted for the group. Your board will be set up shortly. Feel free to send a message if you need any help.
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Romantwins
Newly Claimed
~It's our choices that show what and who we truly are, far more then our abilities~
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Post by Romantwins on Oct 24, 2011 9:03:31 GMT -5
#Names;Chloe O’ Connor(Brunette) and Claire O’ Connor(Blonde) # Species; Demi-god, Immortal, Roman # Heritage; British # Parent; Saundra O’ Connor # Godly Parent; Janus # Step-father; none # Siblings; None that they know of # Step-siblings; None # Best Friend; Each other # Age; [Twins] 16 (appearance) about 56 (actually) # Affiliations; Janus, Roman Camp, Titans # Cabin; Unknown #Notable Habits; Always arguing and always wondering around. Claire (sweeter) and Chloe (ruder) # Magical Item(s); None #Flaw; Obedience- They do what they are told with no discernment of what is good and bad # Powers; (1)Confusion (2)Immortality #facts; (1)Currently work full time for their father; Janus (2)Must remain close to maintain full power and strength. If they are more than a few yards away their power weakens. (3)During their mortal life they were affiliated with the Roman Camp (4)They still speak with 60’s slang since that’s when they stopped aging (5)Born 1955 (6)For fun they sometimes mess with people by planting the seed of a choice in a person’s head that they really don’t have then step back and watch them go crazy trying to achieve that choice. (they admire the weird sisters from the play Macbeth)
The two sisters walked down the hot coast of Miami after finishing their last task of the day. As always they walked away arguing about the decision the person made. Most of the time people chose Claire because she looks like the nicer of the two, but in reality usually the better choice lies with Chloe. She comes off a little rough and edgy, but she does mean well most of the time. She’s a bit more mischievous then Claire, but Claire is more conniving. Both are sweet girls and both are bored out of their minds right now.
“I dare say sister wouldn’t it be totally radical to visit some old friends?” Claire smiled at her sister.
“But of course, if they weren’t all in their 50’s.” Chloe rolled her eyes.
“We finally have a break and I want to do something far-out man.” Claire pouted.
“Then let’s do something really groovy.” Chloe smirked.
Now Chloe didn’t always have the best of ideas, but Claire had to take a trip to the wild side every once in a while. With them working together they would never get caught anyways. Who knows when their father will call upon them again for another mediocre and pointless job. Yes this was the price they paid for immortality so they can't complain…well that and being stuck with each other. They love each other, but they can take sibling rivalry to the extreme sometimes. What do you expect want you can’t go more than a few yards away from someone for the rest of eternity.
Usually when they wanted to have fun and trip out some campers they go to the Roman camp, where they are originally from, but this time Chloe suggested they visit Camp Half-Blood. Claire was skeptical at first, but easily gave in with a grin. This was going to be fun.
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Post by Calypso Smith on Oct 25, 2011 21:26:21 GMT -5
Name: Calypso Smith Species: Demi-god Heritage: African American Parent: Matthew Smith Godly Parent: Athena Step-Mother: none Siblings: none Step Brother: none Best Friend: none, as of yet Age: 14 Affiliations: Camp Half-Blood Cabin: 6 Notable Habits: When deep in thought, Calypso tends to twirl her hair between her fingers Magical Item(s): An owl necklace that prevents her mind from receiving too much mental damage when she's in danger. Flaw(s): She's a know-it-all; Calypso has a little too much faith in her intelligence. Powers: Calypso is very smart and is exceptionally knowledgeable in Greek history and mythology. She excels in combat, more specifically close-range fighting.
Everybody has their secrets. Some of those secrets are better left secrets while others...well let's say they shouldn't be secret in the first place. Ever since I discovered the truth, my life has gotten a thousand times more difficult. Easier to understand, but difficult. And it all began on my thirteenth birthday when the cute homeless puppy I found roaming the streets tried to eat me.
Obviously, my father owed me an explanation after that mishap. I knew I wasn't normal, that much was apparent. However, to think that my mother, who I was told passed during childbirth, is the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena?? At first, it was illogical, but my father had very valid evidence. My intelligence, for one, is dare I say it, incomparable, and don't even test me over Ancient Greek culture. But for all the brilliance of my mind, I couldn't read to save my life. Don't get me started on how many accidents I've had at school either. And I'm not talking, "Oh your daughter fell and scraped her knee," accidents either. Picture flames. A lot of flames. Anyways, he told me who I was and what I come from, and things began to make sense (after I wondered how my dad picked up such an epic female).
It was clear that I needed help, or better yet, protection. My father packed my bags, assuring I'd be safe, and sent me to the one place he knew would be secure: Camp Half-Blood. Thus began my new life with a divine family.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Oct 26, 2011 7:58:17 GMT -5
Calypso Smith has been accepted. You're board will be set up shortly.
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Post by Percy on Dec 3, 2011 13:14:26 GMT -5
# Name; Percy Jackson # Species; Demi-God # Heritage; Greek # Parent; Sally Jackson # Godly Parent; Poseidon # Step-Mother; Amphrite # Siblings; Tyson # Step Brother; Triton # Best Friend; Grover # Age; 16 or 17 # Affiliations; Camp Half-Blood | Camp Jupiter # Cabin; 3 # Notable Habits; usually freaks out over new things; is horribly sarcastic; nervous around Annabeth. # Magical Item(s); Riptide [sword that is also a pen] # Flaw(s); Loyalty to his friends # Powers; Control over water; bit of control over land [father is known as the EarthShaker]
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Percy knew he should be glad that he had some kind of family. He knew he should appreciate what Reyna and the rest of Camp Jupiter had done for him. But the way the ghosts treated him and the way Octavian looked at him...it drove shivers down Percy's spine. Part of him wanted to just wipe the smug look off Octavian's face; for Reyna and the rest of the camp. But he didn't have the authority.
His arm burned, like a reminder. He did have the authority; but Percy wasn't that kind of person. On top of that, Reyna had forced him to his room while they inspected the Greeks and their ship. Percy had been dying to meet his friends from his past, and he was locked in his room like a misbehaving 3 year old. Just like the child he was being treated like, he was pouting.
The door slammed open and a stern Reyna was standing in the doorway. Percy stood, easily towering over her. "Am I still condemned to my room?" He pulled off his best evil glare, which was nothing compared to the one on her face. Percy almost flinched away. She said nothing, but turned and walked away, leaving the door open. Percy took it as a yes, grabbing his pen and walking out after her.
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Post by Percy on Dec 3, 2011 14:17:22 GMT -5
Sorry about the audition piece.
Here's a better one for y'all.
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The Argo II had landed only a couple of hours ago. Octavian, the little piece of work he was, had demanded that Percy's influence not be present at the showing of the Greeks to Camp Jupiter. Percy had already seen Annabeth standing on the dock. He couldn't take his eyes away from her as he was pulled away to the main room.
Percy stood with his arms crossed, and angry expression on his face as Hazel and Frank stood with him; both of them were whispering quietly to each other. Percy looked away from them in a bit of disgust, fading off into a memory he particularly liked. Annabeth's beautiful gray eyes stared into his, a spark of defiance locked behind the calming color. She muttered something and smirked; then they were kissing. Percy felt his stomach lodge in his throat, but it didn't matter. He had wanted her forever, and nothing was going to change that.
Then a light came from no where, and there was shouting. Percy's face burned as they were lifted and carried to the water. Annabeth clung to him as they were thrown into the water. A bubble surrounded them and Percy, with a bit of new found confidence, brushed her hair from her face as he kissed her again.[/i]
"Percy!" He jerked from his memory, looking over at Hazel and Frank with a confused smile. "Have you heard a thing I've said?" Hazel asked. Percy shook his head a little. Hazel rolled her eyes, "We should be allowed out of here soon. I just took a look outside, things are calming down." That was all Percy needed to know. He threw himself through the door, running down the field of Mars.
Standing in a half-circle was the group from the Greek camp. Some of them Percy was sure he recognized, others he couldn't be certain. Percy saw Reyna and Octavian standing off to the side with a blonde kid Percy had never seen in his life. But the way Reyna stood around him, the way she moved; the kid was Jason Grace. He had to be. Percy walked up, ignoring the blatant, angry stare of Octavian as he made his way to Annabeth.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Dec 3, 2011 21:31:20 GMT -5
You're audition was reviewed and accepted for the group, Percy Jackson. Once you've signed up to the boards I will put up your character board and you can get settled in.
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Post by lovehurts2202 on Mar 31, 2012 17:03:12 GMT -5
ľName: Drew Berry ľSpecies: Demigod ľHeritage: Asian ľParent: Dean Berry ľGodly Parent: Aphrodite ľSiblings: Piper Mclean, lacy, other cabin mates ľAge: 18 ľAffiliations: Camp half-blood, Nero (secretly) ľCabin: 10 ľNotable Habits: Drew always calls people hon, sweetie, or dear, without ever really meaning it. ľMagical Item: permeate make-up ľFlaws: Vanity and Greed ľPowers: oCharmspeak: allows her to influence others with her opinion though it is weaker than her half-sister's Piper McLean oShe can attract the opposite gender when she walks by oShe also has magical control over clothes, makeup, and jewelry like the other Aphrodite kids oMinor degree of love magic. oFluent in French due to it being the "language of love".
Sample:
Drew sat on her bed doing her nails as she for the millionth time that day alone over heard someone talking about Piper, and how cool she was. She may not be cabin counselor anymore, but she was still the big dog around this cabin. She looked up at the campers who were talking and they immediately shut up and walked away. She sighed then went back to her nails. Drew was tired of the way things were running around camp. All anyone was talking about lately was Piper, Leo and Jason, and that stupid Argo thing. Is it too much to ask for a little attention? Ever since that girl stepped foot in camp she¡¦s been a thorn in her side. Soon enough they will regret siding with Piper over her. All she needed to do was wait for the right moment to knock that beauty queen wanna be off her throne for good.
This was she thinking time, as well as making sure she was irresistible, drew needed to keep on top of her game, wouldn¡¦t want anyone thinking she was soft, or defeated. She wasn¡¦t like most people would stereotype a child of Aphrodite, as being all looks and no brains. She was actually very intelligent, she just always showed it in the wrong way by manipulating people, even without her charmspeak. Though she wasn¡¦t going to lie it made things a lot easier.
Once she was done she grabbed a bunch of notes sitting on her dresser and went to the fire place to burn them. Most of them were confessions of love and telling her how pretty she was..pff like she didn¡¦t already know. She may be a witch most of the time, but she was still beautiful and in the end that is what people care about. Well that and power, and she knew she was destined to have both and lots of it.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Mar 31, 2012 22:03:51 GMT -5
Welcome Drew, to It's All Greek to Me. After discussing it, we mods believe you'd be a great Drew. Your boards will be set up soon, if you have any questions or need help with anything, just message us.
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Post by Aiden OConnell on Apr 5, 2012 5:13:08 GMT -5
# Name- Aiden O'Connell # Species-Demi God # Heritage-Irish # Parent-Maria O'Connell # Godly Parent-Apollo # Step-Father- Nathaniel Hawkins # Siblings-Half brothers and sisters in Cabin 7 # Step Brother-2 Micheal and Travis # Best Friend-N/A -Maybe Austin- # Age-12 # Affiliations-Camp Half blood # Cabin-7 # Notable Habits-Smiling # Magical Items- Sonic Arrows -shared with his siblings in cabin 7- A locket from his mother witch is said to have magical properties # Flaw(s)-Trusts People to easly # Powers- Can Heal people by singing to his father ins ancient greek, Can curse people to only speak in rhythms,Can play any instrument and is a expert Archer.
Aiden had fallen asleep with his head in his notebook and was apparently snoring seeing as his older brother will came over to get him up. Aidens dirty blond hair fell in his face as he yawned loudly " You snore so loud it shook the howl cabin" Will said and tossed him a towel to wipe the drool off his face. Aiden smiled large and proudly "Well momma always said i had a strong set of lungs on me." He grinned and put his hands behind his head and reclined backwards on the chair. "You need a big set of lungs to carry that big head of yours" His brother joked and tossed a pillow witch hit Aiden causing him to fall backwards.Aiden came up with a mouth full of feathers and the howl cabin burst in to laughter. "Well sense you all have so much Energy Why don't we go have some target practice before we go to arts and crafts" the howl cabin burst in to cheers and Aiden gave his brother Austin a high five.
Aiden O'connell as he was known to the rest of the world was one of the young members of the Apollo cabin having just turned 12. He was sweet and Innocent and a favorite among his older sisters who thought he was simply adorable. As Aiden slung his quiver over his shoulder and grabbed hs bow he ran to catch up with his siblings. He hated being late he always was late in singing the camp songs!. Sadly Aiden had some breathing issues witch embarrassed him here he was the son of Medicine and he had problem breathing. His mother always told him it was because when she was giving birth to him she was attacked by a hell hound and his birh had complications because of it Aiden didn't believe her.
As the boy caught up with Austin he was out of breath "OI you sure are slow boyo" Austin said in a Irish Accent. Aiden had a sneer on his face for a moment but it quickly turned in to a smile. "Well You know me mate i was having a crumpet" Aiden said mocking Austins English Herritage.The brothers stared at each other before Bursting in to laughter. Aiden walked with his cabin to the Archery field. Aiden was lined up near the end of the group he reached in to his shirt and kissed his locket for luck and then slid it back in his shirt. He picked up his bow and took a arrow from his quiver and held t firmly knocking it back.
Will walked up and down the line fixing some of the younger members stances. He didn't have to fix Aiden though the boy was a natural Archer infact the only time he wasn't boncing off the walls was when there was a bow in his hands, When there was a bow in his hands it was time for work it was serious. "Archers at the ready" Aiden took a deep breath and waited remaining perfectly still "FIRE!" Aiden let the arrow fly and hit the bulls eye. He looked around around to see his arrow was the only arrow that flew "Oh..no" he said as he realized what was going on to late and he was hit by tuns of water balloon arrows. He stood there soaking wet and looked up at his siblings all smiling at him with perfect smiles.
"Happy birthday lil brother" Will said and then all came around Aiden and wrapped there arms around him and sung happy birthday. The boy's cheek burned hotly as he shyly kicked his foot and was speechless. He hadn't felt this good sense before his mother remarried. He had some tears in his arms as he smiled up at his brothers and sisters. "You guys...ARE THE BEST SIBLINGS EVER" He said and then he got to lead his siblings in the next song as they went off to arts and crafts.
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Post by It's All Greek to Me on Apr 6, 2012 14:47:28 GMT -5
After reviewing your audition we'd love to welcome you into the rpg! Once you've created your account we'll set up your boards.
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