*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
“Already claimed?” Chase asks, standing outside of the Hermes cabin.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
"Welcome in, you're claimed I suppose." Atticus says, eyeing them up and down.
He does the same back, nodding to them respectfully, his accent seeming like he’s from California, or around that area “Yep, you Ares cabin too?”
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
“Already claimed?” Chase asks, standing outside of the Hermes cabin.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
“Already claimed?” Chase asks, standing outside of the Hermes cabin.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
He laughs. “True.”
“Who’re you?” He asks, putting his cooler down, walking over to them.
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
"Welcome in, you're claimed I suppose." Atticus says, eyeing them up and down.
He does the same back, nodding to them respectfully, his accent seeming like he’s from California, or around that area “Yep, you Ares cabin too?”
He looks around the empty cabin before shaking his head. "No, but it was really easy to lie my way in here. There's no cabin for Metis."
“Oh I know Métis, that’s a better one than most of us get, good for you man.” He slaps their shoulder with a smile, putting down his cooler, “Unfortunately, my dad is Ares.”
"And so I try to take care of those who I can protect, like you.. I'm sorry if that habit has made you uncomfortable. You don't have to hang around me."
*ignoring his breakdown and near twink obliteration*
*Caleb has a whole lot of friends, several people are gonna try and kill him.*
”no, no, its fine… it’s nice that you care about others so much.” He smiles.
*he'll have to go into hiding :3*
"I... don't show it, though.. I hurt somebody, very recently, Elijah.. and I need protection."
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
Caleb, nearby, with a couple of bandaged wounds on his limbs, sees him arrive and waves.
Kian doesn’t hear him. They walk into the Big House and head into the attic. The Oracle is strange, looking more mummy than human.
"Heyy, prophet..." he says nervously.
Kian lets out a small whimper as it opens it’s eyes, they’re glowing green.
“The servants of Earth shall turn the tide
Near the new moon will monsters ride
The start of ages, the second war
Four unlikely shall seal the rift that Titans tore
Three unlikely they will face again
Followed by the demigods ten
The first hero is the titan’s son
Who hears this quest until it is done
The second was a villain last
Who is an evil from the past
The final two shall be chosen by the first
But choose wisely, for the fates have in mind the worst.”
It rasps, and then closes it’s eyes.
He slams his fist into his open palm, not wanting to break anything "Gods [GP]ing damn it! That's me, great.."
“And me. Ugh. I’m obviously the “Evil from the past.” I supported Kronos.”
"I have to make two other people come with us? And three of us are gonna... die??"
“No… I think we’re gonna face three people. Unlikely ones. Not just demigods.”
"But, still... God, I told you this was gonna suck!"
“It has to be done. You should choose two more quest mates. Before the new moon. “Monsters ride” sounds like a bad thing. We have to get going before that.”
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
“Already claimed?” Chase asks, standing outside of the Hermes cabin.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
He laughs. “True.”
“Who’re you?” He asks, putting his cooler down, walking over to them.
“I’m Chase Golden, son of Hermes. What’s your name?”
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
Caleb, nearby, with a couple of bandaged wounds on his limbs, sees him arrive and waves.
He waves back at them, smiling as he seems to eye their wounds, he puts down his cooler and walks over, “You good man?”
*Say hello to everyone’s new favorite hot cannibal.*
On this wonderful afternoon, at least for most there, at Canp Half Blood, a new camper arrives. That day the air is crisp and smells refreshing as an ice cold glass of water after walking through a dessert. Walking into the main area, holding a massive cooler on his shoulder, is the new camper.
Built like a brick house with shoulders as wide as the sky and a smile as bright as the stars, rippling with muscles, he’s wearing beach shorts and no shirt, showing off more of his muscles as well as a necklace made of sharp teeth, under his other arm is a surfboard. He looks to be about Seventeen, his hair is brown, and his skin tanned by months worth of time spent out in the sun. His hair is short, kept clean, and looking good. He has tattoos, a large eastern styled dragon diagonally on his chest, while a tattoo of a megalodon style beast rests on his back. He makes his way to Ares cabin, and begins to put down his stuff there.
“Already claimed?” Chase asks, standing outside of the Hermes cabin.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
He laughs. “True.”
“Who’re you?” He asks, putting his cooler down, walking over to them.
“I’m Chase Golden, son of Hermes. What’s your name?”
“You can just call me Tyler, or surfer dude, or Ares kid, I don’t really care man.” He says, sitting down on the porch.
He turns to them, his accent coastal American, like California “Luckily enough, not hard to find who I’m with when I was born a giant.” He laughs.
He does the same back, nodding to them respectfully, his accent seeming like he’s from California, or around that area “Yep, you Ares cabin too?”
He laughs. “True.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Who’re you?” He asks, putting his cooler down, walking over to them.
“Oh I know Métis, that’s a better one than most of us get, good for you man.” He slaps their shoulder with a smile, putting down his cooler, “Unfortunately, my dad is Ares.”
*great golly, Jester’s new Character is Californian*
“Oh… what happened?”
(hi arch)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Caleb, nearby, with a couple of bandaged wounds on his limbs, sees him arrive and waves.
*Yep, Californian cannibal, sounds like a decent horror movie.*
*hi, Moon!*
“It has to be done. You should choose two more quest mates. Before the new moon. “Monsters ride” sounds like a bad thing. We have to get going before that.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“I’m Chase Golden, son of Hermes. What’s your name?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
He waves back at them, smiling as he seems to eye their wounds, he puts down his cooler and walks over, “You good man?”
“You can just call me Tyler, or surfer dude, or Ares kid, I don’t really care man.” He says, sitting down on the porch.
*how wonderful! All the most interesting serial killers are from California. I am intrigued to see what you think a Californian accent is like. :>*
*this character will be fun*