"Couple of the year; Insane shapeshifters." he leans up to kiss them
"Mmm... You got that right, Attic boy."
"So, whaddya say, Bleu? Where's the next clue?!"
"... Shut up."
"Did I offend you? if so, sorry. If not, make me" he sticks his tongue ot
"Hah. I'm a better fighter than you, and you know it."
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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.
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 working on learning Greek outside the Hermes cabin.
Elizabeth has caught several fish at the beach, and is descaling and roasting them over a fire.
*good time to test out a new character!*
Elizabeth starts to her an eerie melody play, echoing over the waters.
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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.
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
“Isn’t he a titan? Before Apollo took his job?” They say, getting back into the rhythm of a kata.
"Yeah..."
“You seem awfully focused. Does summoning that little fire really take that much energy, or do you just not want to talk to me?”
"... Controlling... and keeping it... reeled in... it takes... a lot of energy."
“How do you sleep? Or relax? Or function as an almost human being?”
"... What do you mean...?"
“Well, if you’re sitting on the floor and staring at the void and it still exhausts you to keep a small halo of fire, how hard is it to like, brush your teeth or something?”
"Hah. I can do a lot more than this... but it's just hard keeping my powers from incinerating this place into ashes."
“Which is why I’m unsure if you can do anything but sit there and glare at the soil! How do you sleep?”
"Well, usually, I can't sleep at night."
“Then how. The hell. Do you function?”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
“Isn’t he a titan? Before Apollo took his job?” They say, getting back into the rhythm of a kata.
"Yeah..."
“You seem awfully focused. Does summoning that little fire really take that much energy, or do you just not want to talk to me?”
"... Controlling... and keeping it... reeled in... it takes... a lot of energy."
“How do you sleep? Or relax? Or function as an almost human being?”
"... What do you mean...?"
“Well, if you’re sitting on the floor and staring at the void and it still exhausts you to keep a small halo of fire, how hard is it to like, brush your teeth or something?”
"Hah. I can do a lot more than this... but it's just hard keeping my powers from incinerating this place into ashes."
“Which is why I’m unsure if you can do anything but sit there and glare at the soil! How do you sleep?”
"Well, usually, I can't sleep at night."
“Then how. The hell. Do you function?”
"Hah. I mean that metaphoriaclly. Y'know, so laden with guilt."
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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.
"Hah. I'm a better fighter than you, and you know it."
"You wouldn't wanna punch this beautiful face, would you?" he asks, looking like Cordon now.
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Caleb is working on learning Greek outside the Hermes cabin.
Elizabeth has caught several fish at the beach, and is descaling and roasting them over a fire.
Atticus is sat on a bench, inspecting a bullet left behind by Annabelle when she was sat in the same spot.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Caleb is working on learning Greek outside the Hermes cabin.
Elizabeth has caught several fish at the beach, and is descaling and roasting them over a fire.
*good time to test out a new character!*
Elizabeth starts to her an eerie melody play, echoing over the waters.
Beth looks out to the waves, curious as to what is playing the melody. Perception: 11
She just see's the waves, crashing and falling... but the song changes. It echoes her own hopes and dreams, her ambitions, her wants, promising them to her. *wisdom saving throw? And no resistances against being charmed or anything, right?*
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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.
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
“Isn’t he a titan? Before Apollo took his job?” They say, getting back into the rhythm of a kata.
"Yeah..."
“You seem awfully focused. Does summoning that little fire really take that much energy, or do you just not want to talk to me?”
"... Controlling... and keeping it... reeled in... it takes... a lot of energy."
“How do you sleep? Or relax? Or function as an almost human being?”
"... What do you mean...?"
“Well, if you’re sitting on the floor and staring at the void and it still exhausts you to keep a small halo of fire, how hard is it to like, brush your teeth or something?”
"Hah. I can do a lot more than this... but it's just hard keeping my powers from incinerating this place into ashes."
“Which is why I’m unsure if you can do anything but sit there and glare at the soil! How do you sleep?”
"Well, usually, I can't sleep at night."
“Then how. The hell. Do you function?”
"Hah. I mean that metaphoriaclly. Y'know, so laden with guilt."
“Why? Did you blow up Detroit?” “So you can relax and not explode everything?” They say, voices layering one on top of the other
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
"Hah. I'm a better fighter than you, and you know it."
"You wouldn't wanna punch this beautiful face, would you?" he asks, looking like Cordon now.
"Who said anything about punching...?"
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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.
A new camper, wearing an oversized CHB shirt and has pink hair, is sitting on the floor of the Amphitheater. Her hair covers her eyes, but... it seems like flames are swirling around her as she carefully twirls her hands about.
“Hephaestus? Looks to aggressive to be Hestia.” They say as they get a drink of water. Their shirt is off, showing the still healing wound at their shoulder and the prosthetic and vines that make up a new arm after the last one was torn off.
"No... Helios..." She speaks carefully, making sure the flames stay small.
“Isn’t he a titan? Before Apollo took his job?” They say, getting back into the rhythm of a kata.
"Yeah..."
“You seem awfully focused. Does summoning that little fire really take that much energy, or do you just not want to talk to me?”
"... Controlling... and keeping it... reeled in... it takes... a lot of energy."
“How do you sleep? Or relax? Or function as an almost human being?”
"... What do you mean...?"
“Well, if you’re sitting on the floor and staring at the void and it still exhausts you to keep a small halo of fire, how hard is it to like, brush your teeth or something?”
"Hah. I can do a lot more than this... but it's just hard keeping my powers from incinerating this place into ashes."
“Which is why I’m unsure if you can do anything but sit there and glare at the soil! How do you sleep?”
"Well, usually, I can't sleep at night."
“Then how. The hell. Do you function?”
"Hah. I mean that metaphoriaclly. Y'know, so laden with guilt."
“Why? Did you blow up Detroit?” “So you can relax and not explode everything?” They say, voices layering one on top of the other
"..." She clenches her hand, and the fire disipates.
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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.
"Hah. I'm a better fighter than you, and you know it."
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
*AAHHH NO THE PARADOXES*
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
Caleb is working on learning Greek outside the Hermes cabin.
Elizabeth has caught several fish at the beach, and is descaling and roasting them over a fire.
“Clara. The unusual Aphrodite kid.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*good time to test out a new character!*
Elizabeth starts to her an eerie melody play, echoing over the waters.
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
*Nobody wants to rp with me or whatever? It is what it is.*
A small shadowy blob peaks out of Caleb's shadow, peering at what he is working on, red lights for eyes flickering curiously.
"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
“Then how. The hell. Do you function?”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Beth looks out to the waves, curious as to what is playing the melody. Perception: 13
*God damn it Elizabeth- Perception is one of the main things you’re supposed to be decent at-*
*I didn’t see an intro, how’re we supposed to rp*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Hah. I mean that metaphoriaclly. Y'know, so laden with guilt."
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
"You wouldn't wanna punch this beautiful face, would you?" he asks, looking like Cordon now.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He’s mostly trying to learn the grammatical structure of Greek sentences. Is the blob trying to hide or would Caleb see it?
Atticus is sat on a bench, inspecting a bullet left behind by Annabelle when she was sat in the same spot.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She just see's the waves, crashing and falling... but the song changes. It echoes her own hopes and dreams, her ambitions, her wants, promising them to her. *wisdom saving throw? And no resistances against being charmed or anything, right?*
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
“Why? Did you blow up Detroit?” “So you can relax and not explode everything?” They say, voices layering one on top of the other
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"Who said anything about punching...?"
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
"The other Aphrodite kids are normal? Could have fooled me." he says with a smile and lazy wink. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Clara."
"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
"..." She clenches her hand, and the fire disipates.
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