Leslie is currently sitting on Half-Blood Hill, sketching the dragon.
Angelo pauses, then approaches, clearing his throat. “Hey. Arrow girl.”
Leslie turns around, startled, an arrow notched in her bow, before putting it down. "Geez! You startled me! Why... nevermind. What do you want." Leslie puts her sketchbook and pencil in her quiver.
He folds his arms. “Sorry for stabbing you four times. And punching you twice. I got involved in something I probably should have just walked away from. Pink boy pisses me off sometimes.”
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He politely steps to the side, holding out a can of nonalcoholic beer, looking down at them “You stole one of these from me. You look tired, you should drink up.” He says with a flat look on his face.
“I don’t remember that. Must have slipped my mind.” He hits with a rearhanded punch, the head of the dummy snapping back in what would have been a killing blow. “You’re just giving me a can?”
“I don’t really… hold grudges, and you seem like a good training partner at worst.” He puts the can down next to them, beginning to wrap his own fists, taking much less time with his fingers being surprisingly dexterous.
He frowns. “Cool. You wanted to spar then?” He pauses from his exercise to breathe, wiping his forehead. *Can I get a description of liam?*
*Big hairy teenager, looks around 16, real mild kid despite his size and apparent strength, avoids most people, spends a lot of his time fishing really. He wears mostly regular if occasionally baggy clothes. Need anything else.*
He shrugs, cracking open his own can of nonalcoholic beer, “You look like you need a break, maybe something light.” He says.
He considers putting it around their neck, and moves to do so before stopping himself, and simply handing them the necklace, “Cool, I don’t have many friends here either.”
“There are always firsts.” She puts it on, then gets up and offers him a hand. “No time like the present. Where should we go first?”
He gets up without taking their hand, suddenly looming over them as they can fully realize Liam’s absolutely huge “I don’t know… anywhere is fine…”
“Okay. You been to the climbing wall yet? I hear it’s borderline dangerous, and I kinda want to check it out.”
He shrugs, and nods “I haven’t been there, but I’ve heard about it, I usually stay… closer to the ground.” He rubs the back of his neck again.
Leslie is currently sitting on Half-Blood Hill, sketching the dragon.
Angelo pauses, then approaches, clearing his throat. “Hey. Arrow girl.”
Leslie turns around, startled, an arrow notched in her bow, before putting it down. "Geez! You startled me! Why... nevermind. What do you want." Leslie puts her sketchbook and pencil in her quiver.
He folds his arms. “Sorry for stabbing you four times. And punching you twice. I got involved in something I probably should have just walked away from. Pink boy pisses me off sometimes.”
"... I could've won that fight." Leslie takes her sketchbook and pencil back out again and continues to sketch Peleus.
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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.
"dont actually know. maybe. oooh i think its starting" Omar grabs a palintonos bow, and works a bit to string it
He fetches a quiver with a few arrows, tying it to his waist. “No….modern bows here?”
Clover grabs a quiver of arrows, obviously stressed and panicy, but trying to push through.
Angelo raises an eyebrow, frowning. “You good over there? We aren’t shooting eachother if that’s what you’re worried about. At least I think so.” He doesn’t seem bothered by the prospect of shooting other people.
"N-no... Just... memories of what happened last year..."
“Yea? What happened last year?”
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"dont actually know. maybe. oooh i think its starting" Omar grabs a palintonos bow, and works a bit to string it
He fetches a quiver with a few arrows, tying it to his waist. “No….modern bows here?”
Clover grabs a quiver of arrows, obviously stressed and panicy, but trying to push through.
Angelo raises an eyebrow, frowning. “You good over there? We aren’t shooting eachother if that’s what you’re worried about. At least I think so.” He doesn’t seem bothered by the prospect of shooting other people.
"N-no... Just... memories of what happened last year..."
“Yea? What happened last year?”
"... A-a lot... a lot of demigods died... there was a big fight between the T-titans and the gods... a lot of my friends died..." Clover looks away, trying to calm herself down.
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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.
"Well... To give a little context, and sorta contradict a comment you had earlier... I haven't been in the normal american education system since 1st grade. Me and my dad have travelled around a lot, so I get homeschooled from our RV. Do you know where Fire Island is?"
He shakes his head. “I don’t.”
"Southwest of here, still on Long Island. We were at the national park there. Riding bikes on the beach, me trying to do tricks and falling a lot, and dad just watching and laughing. It was a great and normal day... Until the seagulls starting coming directly at us. Circling. They were larger than they should have been. I... Didnt really notice until they started descending, and dad yelled. Id... Never seen him look scared or desparate before that, but out of nowhere he just started screaming. Telling me to ride faster.. I listened to him, but it was too late to get away easily.. Thats when the feathers started raining"
Angelo listens patiently. “I’m really sorry.” He says genuinely. “And you.. rode your way all the way to camp?”
"Not nearly all the way riding.. Have you heard of Stymphalian Birds before? Those gulls shoot metal feathers like the best knife throwers youve seen, and have beaks that can tear armor apart. My tires were toast... There was a lot of running. And a lot of fighting.."
*sorry i missed this*
“Magic birds that throw knives? No, that’s a first for me. But that’s impressive. Flying creatures with knives seem nearly impossible to fight.”
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“Whatcha doin?” He flips through some of her books.
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He politely steps to the side, holding out a can of nonalcoholic beer, looking down at them “You stole one of these from me. You look tired, you should drink up.” He says with a flat look on his face.
“I don’t remember that. Must have slipped my mind.” He hits with a rearhanded punch, the head of the dummy snapping back in what would have been a killing blow. “You’re just giving me a can?”
“I don’t really… hold grudges, and you seem like a good training partner at worst.” He puts the can down next to them, beginning to wrap his own fists, taking much less time with his fingers being surprisingly dexterous.
He frowns. “Cool. You wanted to spar then?” He pauses from his exercise to breathe, wiping his forehead. *Can I get a description of liam?*
*Big hairy teenager, looks around 16, real mild kid despite his size and apparent strength, avoids most people, spends a lot of his time fishing really. He wears mostly regular if occasionally baggy clothes. Need anything else.*
He shrugs, cracking open his own can of nonalcoholic beer, “You look like you need a break, maybe something light.” He says.
He considers putting it around their neck, and moves to do so before stopping himself, and simply handing them the necklace, “Cool, I don’t have many friends here either.”
“There are always firsts.” She puts it on, then gets up and offers him a hand. “No time like the present. Where should we go first?”
He gets up without taking their hand, suddenly looming over them as they can fully realize Liam’s absolutely huge “I don’t know… anywhere is fine…”
“Okay. You been to the climbing wall yet? I hear it’s borderline dangerous, and I kinda want to check it out.”
He shrugs, and nods “I haven’t been there, but I’ve heard about it, I usually stay… closer to the ground.” He rubs the back of his neck again.
“If you don’t want to, you gotta offer something else.”
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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
He considers putting it around their neck, and moves to do so before stopping himself, and simply handing them the necklace, “Cool, I don’t have many friends here either.”
“There are always firsts.” She puts it on, then gets up and offers him a hand. “No time like the present. Where should we go first?”
He gets up without taking their hand, suddenly looming over them as they can fully realize Liam’s absolutely huge “I don’t know… anywhere is fine…”
“Okay. You been to the climbing wall yet? I hear it’s borderline dangerous, and I kinda want to check it out.”
He shrugs, and nods “I haven’t been there, but I’ve heard about it, I usually stay… closer to the ground.” He rubs the back of his neck again.
“If you don’t want to, you gotta offer something else.”
He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay, I’m totally fine with that, it’s okay.” He begins walking that direction.
*Big hairy teenager, looks around 16, real mild kid despite his size and apparent strength, avoids most people, spends a lot of his time fishing really. He wears mostly regular if occasionally baggy clothes. Need anything else.*
He shrugs, cracking open his own can of nonalcoholic beer, “You look like you need a break, maybe something light.” He says.
*Thanks*
”Water. I need to be hydrated.” Angelo folds his arms.
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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
"Well... To give a little context, and sorta contradict a comment you had earlier... I haven't been in the normal american education system since 1st grade. Me and my dad have travelled around a lot, so I get homeschooled from our RV. Do you know where Fire Island is?"
He shakes his head. “I don’t.”
"Southwest of here, still on Long Island. We were at the national park there. Riding bikes on the beach, me trying to do tricks and falling a lot, and dad just watching and laughing. It was a great and normal day... Until the seagulls starting coming directly at us. Circling. They were larger than they should have been. I... Didnt really notice until they started descending, and dad yelled. Id... Never seen him look scared or desparate before that, but out of nowhere he just started screaming. Telling me to ride faster.. I listened to him, but it was too late to get away easily.. Thats when the feathers started raining"
Angelo listens patiently. “I’m really sorry.” He says genuinely. “And you.. rode your way all the way to camp?”
"Not nearly all the way riding.. Have you heard of Stymphalian Birds before? Those gulls shoot metal feathers like the best knife throwers youve seen, and have beaks that can tear armor apart. My tires were toast... There was a lot of running. And a lot of fighting.."
*sorry i missed this*
“Magic birds that throw knives? No, that’s a first for me. But that’s impressive. Flying creatures with knives seem nearly impossible to fight.”
*All good!!* "I wasnt able to kill any of em... No bronze, at the time. But I got a few running away, I think. I dont really remember too much of my first hours in camp after that, since I barely managed to cross the barrier before passing out from blood loss"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
*closer you get to a 20, the closer it is to a bullseye*
Omar's shot: 23
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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!!!!!!
*Big hairy teenager, looks around 16, real mild kid despite his size and apparent strength, avoids most people, spends a lot of his time fishing really. He wears mostly regular if occasionally baggy clothes. Need anything else.*
He shrugs, cracking open his own can of nonalcoholic beer, “You look like you need a break, maybe something light.” He says.
*Thanks*
”Water. I need to be hydrated.” Angelo folds his arms.
“The beer’s got water, it’s the main ingredient. It’s got electrolytes too.” He shows the ingredients, picking up a Greatclub, resting it on his shoulder.
*looks good. there's an archery contest goin' on rn if you wanna join*
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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!!!!!!
*closer you get to a 20, the closer it is to a bullseye*
Omar's shot: 23
Clover's shot: 24
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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 folds his arms. “Sorry for stabbing you four times. And punching you twice. I got involved in something I probably should have just walked away from. Pink boy pisses me off sometimes.”
— 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
*Big hairy teenager, looks around 16, real mild kid despite his size and apparent strength, avoids most people, spends a lot of his time fishing really. He wears mostly regular if occasionally baggy clothes. Need anything else.*
He shrugs, cracking open his own can of nonalcoholic beer, “You look like you need a break, maybe something light.” He says.
He shrugs, and nods “I haven’t been there, but I’ve heard about it, I usually stay… closer to the ground.” He rubs the back of his neck again.
"... I could've won that fight." Leslie takes her sketchbook and pencil back out again and continues to sketch Peleus.
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
“Yea? What happened last year?”
— 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
"... A-a lot... a lot of demigods died... there was a big fight between the T-titans and the gods... a lot of my friends died..." Clover looks away, trying to calm herself down.
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
*sorry i missed this*
“Magic birds that throw knives? No, that’s a first for me. But that’s impressive. Flying creatures with knives seem nearly impossible to fight.”
— 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
*took forever but I did it*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“Whatcha doin?” He flips through some of her books.
— 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
*what do you think of my wolf head cyno?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“If you don’t want to, you gotta offer something else.”
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
He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay, I’m totally fine with that, it’s okay.” He begins walking that direction.
*Thanks*
”Water. I need to be hydrated.” Angelo folds his arms.
— 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
*All good!!* "I wasnt able to kill any of em... No bronze, at the time. But I got a few running away, I think. I dont really remember too much of my first hours in camp after that, since I barely managed to cross the barrier before passing out from blood loss"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
She follows him. “You’ve been here longer than me. What do you like to do?”
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
*for the competition*
*DC 14 to hit the target*
*closer you get to a 20, the closer it is to a bullseye*
Omar's shot: 23
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!!!!!!
“The beer’s got water, it’s the main ingredient. It’s got electrolytes too.” He shows the ingredients, picking up a Greatclub, resting it on his shoulder.
*looks good. there's an archery contest goin' on rn if you wanna join*
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!!!!!!
Clover's shot: 24
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