“What, were you expecting me to start clapping and throw you a rose? Well, if you insist.” They make a rose grow at the kid’s feet, the stem dark green and thorny and the petals almost crystalline.
She looks down at the flower, and carefully plucks it from the ground.
"Huh..."
“Impressed? No, you blew up Detroit, a crystalline flower wouldn’t impress you.”
"I didn't blow up detroit! I..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"Hmph." He paces around the stream, occasionally throwing a rock into it.
"Oh, come on, really now?" he watches them
"What?"
"You're actin' all bored."
"I am? Oh. Just hve a lot of things on my mind."
"Do you want to go do something?"
"Depends."
"I'm not talking about doing something, i'm talking about doing something, like cards or something."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
Atticus is sat on a bench, inspecting a bullet left behind by Annabelle when she was sat in the same spot.
Caleb notices him, shifting uncomfortably a bit away. He looks up occasionally at Atticus, checking on him.
He pockets it and lays out on the grass, sighing. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, bearing sunken eyes, frizzy hair and slight malnutrition
Caleb stares at Atticus for a while, just watching him. Eventually, he speaks.
”you alright?”
He blinks, surprised to see anybody, let alone Caleb. "[GP]. It's you.. No, not really."
He sighs, looking down. “What’s wrong?”
"Why do you care?"
“Because I’m not a heartless monster, and you’re clearly unwell… as much as I’d love to not care about you’re feeling, my conscience isn’t letting me.”
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?*
Wisdom save! 21
(nope! Although, resistance to cold if that does come up)
She is able to shake off the song, the melody still eerily tugging at her... *Arcana/history check?*
History! 17
She realizes that this is the affect of a siren song, meant to lure prey in and drown them.
*if this is a siren, they may have a… bit of a hard time drowning Elizabeth.*
she sighs, grabbing her celestial bronze harpoon from the sand, and looking around for it. If it leads her into the water, she follows it with no hesitation, her clothes staying completely dry.
perception again! 25
elizabeth makes out the source of the sound, a young siren floating in the waves, scales shimmering with the water.
Her voice as clear as day underwater, she shouts to it from about 50 feet away, floating just below the waves.
”Oi! You, what are you doing Around here?” She says in a blatantly aggressive manner.
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"Hmph." He paces around the stream, occasionally throwing a rock into it.
"Oh, come on, really now?" he watches them
"What?"
"You're actin' all bored."
"I am? Oh. Just hve a lot of things on my mind."
"Do you want to go do something?"
"Depends."
"I'm not talking about doing something, i'm talking about doing something, like cards or something."
"... I was more thinking crime, but cards work as well."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
A small shadowy blob peaks out of Caleb's shadow, peering at what he is working on, red lights for eyes flickering curiously.
He’s mostly trying to learn the grammatical structure of Greek sentences. Is the blob trying to hide or would Caleb see it?
The blob isn't trying to hide, mostly just sitting in a shadow. He is use to being ignore so he doesn't think he has to be sneaky.
Caleb frowns, sensing something is off. He looks around suspiciously, and sees the blob.
he jumps out of his seat, yelping, “oh my gods-“ he spins around to face the blob. “What the hell?”
The blob jumps at being spotted. "Friend....friend...demigod, camper like you..."
He backs away a bit, more confused than anything.
”what… what the hell are you?”
After a moment the blob morphs into a teenage boy covered from head to toe in all black clothes showing no skin, the only part of his face that is visible are the red glowing eyes behind his hood and lower face mask. A camp necklace with 8 beads is around his neck. "A demigod...of Erebus....hello." he waves awkwardly.
“What, were you expecting me to start clapping and throw you a rose? Well, if you insist.” They make a rose grow at the kid’s feet, the stem dark green and thorny and the petals almost crystalline.
She looks down at the flower, and carefully plucks it from the ground.
"Huh..."
“Impressed? No, you blew up Detroit, a crystalline flower wouldn’t impress you.”
"I didn't blow up detroit! I..."
“Go on?” They say, as vines begin to curl around new girl’s ankles.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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
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?*
Wisdom save! 21
(nope! Although, resistance to cold if that does come up)
She is able to shake off the song, the melody still eerily tugging at her... *Arcana/history check?*
History! 17
She realizes that this is the affect of a siren song, meant to lure prey in and drown them.
*if this is a siren, they may have a… bit of a hard time drowning Elizabeth.*
she sighs, grabbing her celestial bronze harpoon from the sand, and looking around for it. If it leads her into the water, she follows it with no hesitation, her clothes staying completely dry.
perception again! 25
elizabeth makes out the source of the sound, a young siren floating in the waves, scales shimmering with the water.
Her voice as clear as day underwater, she shouts to it from about 50 feet away, floating just below the waves.
”Oi! You, what are you doing Around here?” She says in a blatantly aggressive manner.
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
“And singing… singing where a camper could hear you. And then that camper could have drowned.”
“What, were you expecting me to start clapping and throw you a rose? Well, if you insist.” They make a rose grow at the kid’s feet, the stem dark green and thorny and the petals almost crystalline.
She looks down at the flower, and carefully plucks it from the ground.
"Huh..."
“Impressed? No, you blew up Detroit, a crystalline flower wouldn’t impress you.”
"I didn't blow up detroit! I..."
“Go on?” They say, as vines begin to curl around new girl’s ankles.
"Stop that!"
Flames erupt around her feat, burning away the vines, the flames flaring up before quicky she clenches her hands and the flames die down, and she takes a deep breath.
"... I didn't blow up Detroit, okay?!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
omar smiles again "i know you dont. but maybe... maybe i could show you"
"Ill pass. Thanks."
"okay. ill respect that. there are some fun activites here though. you might wanna try them, y'know, before you leave. what did you say your name was?"
"Tag is Vindicator919.."
"okay. i can tell there's a story behind that. spill"
"I uh.. Used a random gamertag generator..? And my grandmas birthday"
"waaaaaaiiiittttt... do you think this is a game? like a video game?"
"Not anymore.. But Im not giving you my real name"
"good enough for me. what made you stop?"
"... Its been 24 hours. Mom didnt call for dinner"
"makes sense. what's your plan for going home? did you get a message? are you just gonna run for it?"
"... The last one"
"you're not the first to try that. it never works. we have good security, also, without celestial bronze, you will litterally die out there"
"As Ive said, I dont care what you think. And dont frikin try to stop me."
"i wont. the security harpies and Mr. D might, but i wont"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 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?*
Wisdom save! 21
(nope! Although, resistance to cold if that does come up)
She is able to shake off the song, the melody still eerily tugging at her... *Arcana/history check?*
History! 17
She realizes that this is the affect of a siren song, meant to lure prey in and drown them.
*if this is a siren, they may have a… bit of a hard time drowning Elizabeth.*
she sighs, grabbing her celestial bronze harpoon from the sand, and looking around for it. If it leads her into the water, she follows it with no hesitation, her clothes staying completely dry.
perception again! 25
elizabeth makes out the source of the sound, a young siren floating in the waves, scales shimmering with the water.
Her voice as clear as day underwater, she shouts to it from about 50 feet away, floating just below the waves.
”Oi! You, what are you doing Around here?” She says in a blatantly aggressive manner.
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
“And singing… singing where a camper could hear you. And then that camper could have drowned.”
"And how is that my fault?!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
*I’ve asked which of your characters have criminal records, but now I wanna know: how many crimes, and how serious were they?*
*Elijah has not commited a crime yet, so I have nothing to say for him. Caleb has done a few bad things, not the most serious stuff, like shoplifting and maybe a tiny, tiny little bit of assault. Elizabeth, considering she’s nearly four hundred and mortals saw her as a vigilante who hunted down pirates and sea beasts in the 1800s, she’s probably done some pretty nasty stuff.*
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.
Caleb notices him, shifting uncomfortably a bit away. He looks up occasionally at Atticus, checking on him.
He pockets it and lays out on the grass, sighing. He looks like he hasn't slept in days, bearing sunken eyes, frizzy hair and slight malnutrition
Caleb stares at Atticus for a while, just watching him. Eventually, he speaks.
”you alright?”
He blinks, surprised to see anybody, let alone Caleb. "[GP]. It's you.. No, not really."
He sighs, looking down. “What’s wrong?”
"Why do you care?"
“Because I’m not a heartless monster, and you’re clearly unwell… as much as I’d love to not care about you’re feeling, my conscience isn’t letting me.”
"You shouldnt care, nobody should care about anything to do with me anymore. I'm not gonna run from whatever friends you send my way, I'm done living like this... without him.."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*I’ve asked which of your characters have criminal records, but now I wanna know: how many crimes, and how serious were they?*
*Elijah has not commited a crime yet, so I have nothing to say for him. Caleb has done a few bad things, not the most serious stuff, like shoplifting and maybe a tiny, tiny little bit of assault. Elizabeth, considering she’s nearly four hundred and mortals saw her as a vigilante who hunted down pirates and sea beasts in the 1800s, she’s probably done some pretty nasty stuff.*
*Cordon has robbed many many banks, commited tax evasion, shoplifting, thievery of every kind, Identity theft, scamming, the list goes on. I have said this before and I'll say this agian, he's currently on the run from the CIA, FBI, IRS, and all police departments on the east coast.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
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?*
Wisdom save! 21
(nope! Although, resistance to cold if that does come up)
She is able to shake off the song, the melody still eerily tugging at her... *Arcana/history check?*
History! 17
She realizes that this is the affect of a siren song, meant to lure prey in and drown them.
*if this is a siren, they may have a… bit of a hard time drowning Elizabeth.*
she sighs, grabbing her celestial bronze harpoon from the sand, and looking around for it. If it leads her into the water, she follows it with no hesitation, her clothes staying completely dry.
perception again! 25
elizabeth makes out the source of the sound, a young siren floating in the waves, scales shimmering with the water.
Her voice as clear as day underwater, she shouts to it from about 50 feet away, floating just below the waves.
”Oi! You, what are you doing Around here?” She says in a blatantly aggressive manner.
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
“And singing… singing where a camper could hear you. And then that camper could have drowned.”
"And how is that my fault?!"
“You could have been more aware and not be this close to a highly populated area, for one. Leave, please, or I will kill you.”
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?*
Wisdom save! 21
(nope! Although, resistance to cold if that does come up)
She is able to shake off the song, the melody still eerily tugging at her... *Arcana/history check?*
History! 17
She realizes that this is the affect of a siren song, meant to lure prey in and drown them.
*if this is a siren, they may have a… bit of a hard time drowning Elizabeth.*
she sighs, grabbing her celestial bronze harpoon from the sand, and looking around for it. If it leads her into the water, she follows it with no hesitation, her clothes staying completely dry.
perception again! 25
elizabeth makes out the source of the sound, a young siren floating in the waves, scales shimmering with the water.
Her voice as clear as day underwater, she shouts to it from about 50 feet away, floating just below the waves.
”Oi! You, what are you doing Around here?” She says in a blatantly aggressive manner.
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
“And singing… singing where a camper could hear you. And then that camper could have drowned.”
"And how is that my fault?!"
“You could have been more aware and not be this close to a highly populated area, for one. Leave, please, or I will kill you.”
"What?! I live here! This is my home! What have I done wrong?!"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.
"I didn't blow up detroit! I..."
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
"I'm not talking about doing something, i'm talking about doing something, like cards or something."
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 lingers for a moment, before he walks on towards the Hermes camp.
"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
“Because I’m not a heartless monster, and you’re clearly unwell… as much as I’d love to not care about you’re feeling, my conscience isn’t letting me.”
The siren stops cold, freezing, and slinking deeper underwater. "... Living my life!"
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
"... I was more thinking crime, but cards work as well."
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
“Oh- hi-… Erebus?… that’s the- that’s like, literally darkness, isn’t it?”
“Go on?” They say, as vines begin to curl around new girl’s ankles.
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
“And singing… singing where a camper could hear you. And then that camper could have drowned.”
"Yep, I'm a freak even by demigod standards, hehehe..." he says pointing at himself with his right thumb, chuckling nervously.
"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
"Stop that!"
Flames erupt around her feat, burning away the vines, the flames flaring up before quicky she clenches her hands and the flames die down, and she takes a deep breath.
"... I didn't blow up Detroit, okay?!"
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
"i wont. the security harpies and Mr. D might, but i wont"
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!!!!!!
"And how is that my fault?!"
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
*I’ve asked which of your characters have criminal records, but now I wanna know: how many crimes, and how serious were they?*
*Elijah has not commited a crime yet, so I have nothing to say for him. Caleb has done a few bad things, not the most serious stuff, like shoplifting and maybe a tiny, tiny little bit of assault. Elizabeth, considering she’s nearly four hundred and mortals saw her as a vigilante who hunted down pirates and sea beasts in the 1800s, she’s probably done some pretty nasty stuff.*
"You shouldnt care, nobody should care about anything to do with me anymore. I'm not gonna run from whatever friends you send my way, I'm done living like this... without him.."
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
“I think it’s really cool, actually! All I get is-… I’m basically just Elsa. From Frozen. Ooh, What powers do You have?”
*Cordon has robbed many many banks, commited tax evasion, shoplifting, thievery of every kind, Identity theft, scamming, the list goes on. I have said this before and I'll say this agian, he's currently on the run from the CIA, FBI, IRS, and all police departments on the east coast.*
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 could have been more aware and not be this close to a highly populated area, for one. Leave, please, or I will kill you.”
"What?! I live here! This is my home! What have I done wrong?!"
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
*cut with Gonzalo*
she sighs. “Please just… do not sing around the campers.”