*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?”
“Yeah-… someone beat me up earlier, but it’s fine. Are you new?”
*great golly, Jester’s new Character is Californian*
*Yep, Californian cannibal, sounds like a decent horror movie.*
*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*
*Oh they certainly will be fun, and most of my relatives live in Cali, so I know a decent enough bit about it, but I’m a Texas kid myself, born and raised and all 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?”
“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.
“Nice to meet you, Tyler.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
“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.”
"Yeah, I gathered." he laughs "I got a good hand."
“Mind helping me unpack? I gotta lotta stuff and I don’t want this to take all day, you know?”
*great golly, Jester’s new Character is Californian*
(hi arch)
*hi, Moon!*
(how are you)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*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?”
“Yeah-… someone beat me up earlier, but it’s fine. Are you new?”
“Well, I’m not old, I’m not a healer, but you should get to one 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.
*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.
“Nice to meet you, Tyler.”
“Same to you Chase, mind helping me unpack?”
“No problem.” Chase comes over to him.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"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."
“Oh… what happened?”
He points to his head, sighing. "Not adjusting too well... I uhm, vented my issues in a terrible way, and I almost killed somebody who has friends stronger than me."
*By the way, Atticus never it Caleb in the arms or legs, so there'd be no reason for them to have bandages there.*
*I was thinking his entire body would be pretty hurt considering he was slammed onto the wall and then the ground, but you are right, it would mostly be in the chest area :>*
*great golly, Jester’s new Character is Californian*
*Yep, Californian cannibal, sounds like a decent horror movie.*
*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*
*Oh they certainly will be fun, and most of my relatives live in Cali, so I know a decent enough bit about it, but I’m a Texas kid myself, born and raised and all that.£
“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.”
"Yeah, I gathered." he laughs "I got a good hand."
“Mind helping me unpack? I gotta lotta stuff and I don’t want this to take all day, you know?”
"..'slong as ya keep my secret." he stands up and helps them.
“Consider it kept.” He laughs, as they help, singing a song to himself, their combine strength making the job easy.
*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?”
“Yeah-… someone beat me up earlier, but it’s fine. Are you new?”
“Well, I’m not old, I’m not a healer, but you should get to one man.”
*slight change, most of his wounds are on his torso :>*
”Nah, I’m fine, already bandaged and everything. Just needs to heal.”
*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?”
“Yeah-… someone beat me up earlier, but it’s fine. Are you new?”
“Well, I’m not old, I’m not a healer, but you should get to one man.”
*slight change, most of his wounds are on his torso :>*
”Nah, I’m fine, already bandaged and everything. Just needs to heal.”
“If you want to waste all your blood waiting for the wounds to heal.” He shrugs, sitting down next to them.
*great golly, Jester’s new Character is Californian*
(hi arch)
*hi, Moon!*
(how are you)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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“Yeah-… someone beat me up earlier, but it’s fine. Are you new?”
*Oh they certainly will be fun, and most of my relatives live in Cali, so I know a decent enough bit about it, but I’m a Texas kid myself, born and raised and all that.£
“Nice to meet you, Tyler.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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“Mind helping me unpack? I gotta lotta stuff and I don’t want this to take all day, you know?”
(how are you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“Well, I’m not old, I’m not a healer, but you should get to one man.”
“Same to you Chase, mind helping me unpack?”
“No problem.” Chase comes over to him.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*I was thinking his entire body would be pretty hurt considering he was slammed onto the wall and then the ground, but you are right, it would mostly be in the chest area :>*
”I’m sorry-… you almost killed someone?”
*Cut for Ban.*
As they help him unpack, it’s the usual things, clothes, possessions, another cooler, and his second surfboard “Thanks man.”
*alright :>*
“Consider it kept.” He laughs, as they help, singing a song to himself, their combine strength making the job easy.
*slight change, most of his wounds are on his torso :>*
”Nah, I’m fine, already bandaged and everything. Just needs to heal.”
“Cool surfboard.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“If you want to waste all your blood waiting for the wounds to heal.” He shrugs, sitting down next to them.
“Oh yeah? Thanks, you can use it some time if you don’t break it.”
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover