“Do you want me to… my parents didn’t love me, no one was there when I needed them to be… I lost a leg because I thought my friends were the only thing with a life as bad as mine, monsters. I am sad, I’m sorry.”
"I'd prefer you open up then be closed off. I told you I want to die most of the time for gods' sake and you're staring at my cabin." she sighs, laying her head on his chest. "but it sounds like just that little bit was hard enough to say, so i'm sorry.."
*Another secret?*
He runs his hand through their hair, thinking for a long while before looking down at them, “I’m trying… I just don’t know… I’ve been this way since I lost my leg… and old habits die hard.”
*I'm still on my meeeds*
"Well, just like you don't want me to be suicidal, I don't want you to stuff your feelings away while around me... it makes me feel like you don't even wanna be here." At first, her hair zaps him a bit, but it stops.
*I think I can tell.*
He looks over to them, pulling them close, not even notices that his hair and seriously begun to frizz. He kisses them on the forehead, “I do want to be here, I want to be with you, that’s practically all I want right now…”
*oh, hush*
"I believe you, but... It's fine." she holds him close, her electricity calming.
He continues rubbing them, “It isn’t… I can’t just be alone forever… I’m sorry.” He puts his forehead to hers, pulling them close, faces inches apart.
"You're not alone anymore, Atlas..." her breathing is focused through her nose, directed out of his face. She smiles, fixing his hair and running a hand through it.
After a while, he turns fully to face them, lying horizontally on the bed, moving his hand over to them. He enjoys the time, eventually leaning against them directly.
Mykailo waves, a smile on their face. They’re bleeding from a few wounds, covered in bandages, and half of their clothes are shredded - though they seem very cheerful. A beautifully craved blackwood longbow is slung across their shoulder, a quiver of arrows hung at their belt.
*Oh yo wassup Cyno?*
He smiles and waves back at them, stopping his dance to walk over to them, "Hey man, I'm not Apollo kid, but let me help with these." His accent heavy and his skin absolutely glistening. He tears off one of his sleeves, using the cloth to soak up the blood and help with the wounds.
*sorry for the super late response, i just got off work*
They smile, putting a hand up. “It is quite alright! I will live.. though I was headed out to bandage myself anyways. I appreciate your assistance, demigod.”
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He stumbles upon Kryfos, who is arguing with his other personalities.
"Look, no more of- whatever you did last night."
"I thirst for Blood! I must eat!" (Fryos)
"Yeah, see, that's gonna get us kicked out of camp." (Kryfos)
"Nah, we'll just get scolded! I beat that guy half to death and faced no repercussions." (Frykos)
"hey there! you alright?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Caleb is in the Hermes cabin, packing a bag with snacks and other camping supplies.
"Hello there!"
A masked figure is sitting in the corner, blending in naturally with her brown cloak.
He jumps. “Oh- uh, hi!”
"Whatcha doing?" The voice seems to originate from her body, but it echoes in Caleb's head.
“Uh-… getting ready for something. Me and Alex are going camping-…”
"Ooh, Alex! I know him. It's a shame you're going on a date with him, he's rather good looking. Or it's a shame for me, at least. I imagine you're rather glad!"
An old man walks into the clearing you found yourself in. Roll perception?
*omar's been in hermes cabin for a bit. they know about cordon*
Percept: 16
"hey there!"
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Caleb is in the Hermes cabin, packing a bag with snacks and other camping supplies.
"Hello there!"
A masked figure is sitting in the corner, blending in naturally with her brown cloak.
He jumps. “Oh- uh, hi!”
"Whatcha doing?" The voice seems to originate from her body, but it echoes in Caleb's head.
“Uh-… getting ready for something. Me and Alex are going camping-…”
"Ooh, Alex! I know him. It's a shame you're going on a date with him, he's rather good looking. Or it's a shame for me, at least. I imagine you're rather glad!"
He nervously chuckles, blushing. “He-he, yeah… uhm, have I met you?”
Alex is sitting near the woods, a large tote bag set down nearby. He’s started a fire, humming softly to himself.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Mykailo waves, a smile on their face. They’re bleeding from a few wounds, covered in bandages, and half of their clothes are shredded - though they seem very cheerful. A beautifully craved blackwood longbow is slung across their shoulder, a quiver of arrows hung at their belt.
*Oh yo wassup Cyno?*
He smiles and waves back at them, stopping his dance to walk over to them, "Hey man, I'm not Apollo kid, but let me help with these." His accent heavy and his skin absolutely glistening. He tears off one of his sleeves, using the cloth to soak up the blood and help with the wounds.
*sorry for the super late response, i just got off work*
They smile, putting a hand up. “It is quite alright! I will live.. though I was headed out to bandage myself anyways. I appreciate your assistance, demigod.”
*It’s all good, big man, we are all good.*
“Demigod? I’m much less than that, I’m just a man like anybody else, call me Rex.” He says, looking up at them with just as bright a smile, “The only issue now is I’ve ruined my shirt, you’ll be fine, how did you get these wounds?”
An old man walks into the clearing you found yourself in. Roll perception?
*omar's been in hermes cabin for a bit. they know about cordon*
Percept: 16
"hey there!"
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
"im omar. you?"
omar cant quite place it. its on the tip of their tounge
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*i like hoen better not gonna lie. That was a horrible joke. I’m sorry.*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
He stumbles upon Kryfos, who is arguing with his other personalities.
"Look, no more of- whatever you did last night."
"I thirst for Blood! I must eat!" (Fryos)
"Yeah, see, that's gonna get us kicked out of camp." (Kryfos)
"Nah, we'll just get scolded! I beat that guy half to death and faced no repercussions." (Frykos)
"hey there! you alright?"
"Oh, of course I am! Just, talking to myself. Heh." (Kryfos)
"We are not 'yourself,' Kryfos! We are independent from you, you (gp)!" (Frykos)
*can i hear both personalities?*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
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He stumbles upon Kryfos, who is arguing with his other personalities.
"Look, no more of- whatever you did last night."
"I thirst for Blood! I must eat!" (Fryos)
"Yeah, see, that's gonna get us kicked out of camp." (Kryfos)
"Nah, we'll just get scolded! I beat that guy half to death and faced no repercussions." (Frykos)
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
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After a while, he turns fully to face them, lying horizontally on the bed, moving his hand over to them. He enjoys the time, eventually leaning against them directly.
*sorry for the super late response, i just got off work*
They smile, putting a hand up. “It is quite alright! I will live.. though I was headed out to bandage myself anyways. I appreciate your assistance, demigod.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cyno!6
"hey there! you alright?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Anyone wanna rp?*
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Sry dude, can only handle one RN*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Ooh, Alex! I know him. It's a shame you're going on a date with him, he's rather good looking. Or it's a shame for me, at least. I imagine you're rather glad!"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*darn*
omar notices the mist snake around the old man, and the old man sits down on the bank of a river this Omar could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
“Hello, young’in. What’s yer name…?”
Something about the voice is familiar…
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He nervously chuckles, blushing. “He-he, yeah… uhm, have I met you?”
*sure :)*
Alex is sitting near the woods, a large tote bag set down nearby. He’s started a fire, humming softly to himself.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Insight: 28
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*It’s all good, big man, we are all good.*
“Demigod? I’m much less than that, I’m just a man like anybody else, call me Rex.” He says, looking up at them with just as bright a smile, “The only issue now is I’ve ruined my shirt, you’ll be fine, how did you get these wounds?”
"im omar. you?"
omar cant quite place it. its on the tip of their tounge
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Caleb comes along, with a backpack. His hair is neat, unlike normal, and it’s a perfectly normal temperature around him.
"Sounds fun. Going with anyone?" Andrew asks with a ghost of a smirk on his face.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Oh, of course I am! Just, talking to myself. Heh." (Kryfos)
"We are not 'yourself,' Kryfos! We are independent from you, you (gp)!" (Frykos)
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*i like hoen better not gonna lie. That was a horrible joke. I’m sorry.*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
Even with that nat one, you can still tell the obvious lie, from how Ace talked, to the lack of a smile, to his general gestures.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*can i hear both personalities?*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!