At the base of Thalia’s pine, flipping through an overstuffed journal of some kind - chock full of post-it notes, newspaper clippings, index cards, and coloured bookmarks - is a presumable demigod, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen, black hair pulled back behind their head with the exception of a few loose tendrils and partially covered by a pirate-esque headscarf, patterned like a red-black amphora with a depiction of a many-headed snake creature. The explosion of freckles across their sharp nose and cheekbones suggest they’re well aware of the sun, though their skin is pale - potentially just contrasting with their hair and their black, woollen scarf.
Below the scarf, they wear a baggy collared shirt dyed into a psychedelic mix of colours reminiscent of a peacock, theoretically with four large, brassy buttons but in practise only using the bottom two - revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath with a graphic of a man in a suit, tailcoat and flat cap stood next to a hearse - wide sleeves stopping just short of the elbow and the shirt itself tucked into the top of their dark brown trousers, which are equally baggy around the leg but stop short of hanging loose around the ankle. Mostly thanks to the help of a pair of robust, dark leather combat boots, with far too many laces to be practical. Around their waist is a belt which curves lower on one side to support a journal holster, and they wear a chain pendant tucked under their shirt in addition to their camp bead necklace.
*Lengthy description. Also, Diomedes. Hello!*
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
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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
At the base of Thalia’s pine, flipping through an overstuffed journal of some kind - chock full of post-it notes, newspaper clippings, index cards, and coloured bookmarks - is a presumable demigod, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen, black hair pulled back behind their head with the exception of a few loose tendrils and partially covered by a pirate-esque headscarf, patterned like a red-black amphora with a depiction of a many-headed snake creature. The explosion of freckles across their sharp nose and cheekbones suggest they’re well aware of the sun, though their skin is pale - potentially just contrasting with their hair and their black, woollen scarf.
Below the scarf, they wear a baggy collared shirt dyed into a psychedelic mix of colours reminiscent of a peacock, theoretically with four large, brassy buttons but in practise only using the bottom two - revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath with a graphic of a man in a suit, tailcoat and flat cap stood next to a hearse - wide sleeves stopping just short of the elbow and the shirt itself tucked into the top of their dark brown trousers, which are equally baggy around the leg but stop short of hanging loose around the ankle. Mostly thanks to the help of a pair of robust, dark leather combat boots, with far too many laces to be practical. Around their waist is a belt which curves lower on one side to support a journal holster, and they wear a chain pendant tucked under their shirt in addition to their camp bead necklace.
Arpo is distracted, continuing to squirm in their nest, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.
Regina uses this time to skim through as much of the books as she can, trying to get information
Arpo continues to peck atthe beanbag, until one of the pages REgina skims through catches his eye. "Food Bringer! Last page! Back!"
"Huh?" She flips back to the previous page, as requested
"Look! Blade of Nike! There!"
She begins to read the entry that Arpo pointed out
Arpo hops onto the table and reads along. "Blade of Nike is a powerful weapon... if used correctly could grant the goddesses favour... hidden within the blade s an aspect of a diffferent form..." Arpo looks at Regina. "Wow! Your sword is cool..."
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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.
At the base of Thalia’s pine, flipping through an overstuffed journal of some kind - chock full of post-it notes, newspaper clippings, index cards, and coloured bookmarks - is a presumable demigod, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen, black hair pulled back behind their head with the exception of a few loose tendrils and partially covered by a pirate-esque headscarf, patterned like a red-black amphora with a depiction of a many-headed snake creature. The explosion of freckles across their sharp nose and cheekbones suggest they’re well aware of the sun, though their skin is pale - potentially just contrasting with their hair and their black, woollen scarf.
Below the scarf, they wear a baggy collared shirt dyed into a psychedelic mix of colours reminiscent of a peacock, theoretically with four large, brassy buttons but in practise only using the bottom two - revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath with a graphic of a man in a suit, tailcoat and flat cap stood next to a hearse - wide sleeves stopping just short of the elbow and the shirt itself tucked into the top of their dark brown trousers, which are equally baggy around the leg but stop short of hanging loose around the ankle. Mostly thanks to the help of a pair of robust, dark leather combat boots, with far too many laces to be practical. Around their waist is a belt which curves lower on one side to support a journal holster, and they wear a chain pendant tucked under their shirt in addition to their camp bead necklace.
At the base of Thalia’s pine, flipping through an overstuffed journal of some kind - chock full of post-it notes, newspaper clippings, index cards, and coloured bookmarks - is a presumable demigod, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen, black hair pulled back behind their head with the exception of a few loose tendrils and partially covered by a pirate-esque headscarf, patterned like a red-black amphora with a depiction of a many-headed snake creature. The explosion of freckles across their sharp nose and cheekbones suggest they’re well aware of the sun, though their skin is pale - potentially just contrasting with their hair and their black, woollen scarf.
Below the scarf, they wear a baggy collared shirt dyed into a psychedelic mix of colours reminiscent of a peacock, theoretically with four large, brassy buttons but in practise only using the bottom two - revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath with a graphic of a man in a suit, tailcoat and flat cap stood next to a hearse - wide sleeves stopping just short of the elbow and the shirt itself tucked into the top of their dark brown trousers, which are equally baggy around the leg but stop short of hanging loose around the ankle. Mostly thanks to the help of a pair of robust, dark leather combat boots, with far too many laces to be practical. Around their waist is a belt which curves lower on one side to support a journal holster, and they wear a chain pendant tucked under their shirt in addition to their camp bead necklace.
*Lengthy description. Also, Diomedes. Hello!*
*HI REDPELT*
*Hello! How are you?*
*Decent!! Id interact, but I have a required meeting in 15 mins*
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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)
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
Arpo is distracted, continuing to squirm in their nest, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.
Regina uses this time to skim through as much of the books as she can, trying to get information
Arpo continues to peck atthe beanbag, until one of the pages REgina skims through catches his eye. "Food Bringer! Last page! Back!"
"Huh?" She flips back to the previous page, as requested
"Look! Blade of Nike! There!"
She begins to read the entry that Arpo pointed out
Arpo hops onto the table and reads along. "Blade of Nike is a powerful weapon... if used correctly could grant the goddesses favour... hidden within the blade s an aspect of a diffferent form..." Arpo looks at Regina. "Wow! Your sword is cool..."
"Different form..? Like it transforms? Does it say how..?" She looks through the paragraph, scanning to find if it says how to unlock this aspect
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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)
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
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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!!!!!!
At the base of Thalia’s pine, flipping through an overstuffed journal of some kind - chock full of post-it notes, newspaper clippings, index cards, and coloured bookmarks - is a presumable demigod, anywhere from sixteen to eighteen, black hair pulled back behind their head with the exception of a few loose tendrils and partially covered by a pirate-esque headscarf, patterned like a red-black amphora with a depiction of a many-headed snake creature. The explosion of freckles across their sharp nose and cheekbones suggest they’re well aware of the sun, though their skin is pale - potentially just contrasting with their hair and their black, woollen scarf.
Below the scarf, they wear a baggy collared shirt dyed into a psychedelic mix of colours reminiscent of a peacock, theoretically with four large, brassy buttons but in practise only using the bottom two - revealing a simple black t-shirt underneath with a graphic of a man in a suit, tailcoat and flat cap stood next to a hearse - wide sleeves stopping just short of the elbow and the shirt itself tucked into the top of their dark brown trousers, which are equally baggy around the leg but stop short of hanging loose around the ankle. Mostly thanks to the help of a pair of robust, dark leather combat boots, with far too many laces to be practical. Around their waist is a belt which curves lower on one side to support a journal holster, and they wear a chain pendant tucked under their shirt in addition to their camp bead necklace.
*Lengthy description. Also, Diomedes. Hello!*
A taller boy, a little over 6ft in height, casually meanders over with a stupid grin on his face. His hair is long, pulled back into a low ponytail and curling at the ends, as well as a few loose strands dangling in front of his face. His eyes are a stormy gray color, with prominent lashes and thick clusters of freckles. The boy's nose looks to be broken, and one of his eyes is recovering from a bruise. Unlike the other campers,, he doesn't wear the CHB shirt, instead opting for a plain white shirt, beaten up and tucked into dark green trousers. A military grade knife is sheathed at his belt, and he doesn't look to be carrying any other weapons. The boy puts a hand on his hip, looking them over. "Hey, nerd. Can I borrow that book? I need something to throw at a hornet's nest."
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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
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
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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
*Decent!! Id interact, but I have a required meeting in 15 mins*
*Ouch. Available afterwards, if I’m still here?*
*I should be! Meeting will be 30 mins and is about my loud AF suitemates lol*
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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)
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
Arpo is distracted, continuing to squirm in their nest, trying to make it as comfortable as possible.
Regina uses this time to skim through as much of the books as she can, trying to get information
Arpo continues to peck atthe beanbag, until one of the pages REgina skims through catches his eye. "Food Bringer! Last page! Back!"
"Huh?" She flips back to the previous page, as requested
"Look! Blade of Nike! There!"
She begins to read the entry that Arpo pointed out
Arpo hops onto the table and reads along. "Blade of Nike is a powerful weapon... if used correctly could grant the goddesses favour... hidden within the blade s an aspect of a diffferent form..." Arpo looks at Regina. "Wow! Your sword is cool..."
"Different form..? Like it transforms? Does it say how..?" She looks through the paragraph, scanning to find if it says how to unlock this aspect
"Hmm... requires deep concentration... becoming familiar with the shape, and if anything may have changed during it's reveal... Ooh! So, basically, all the Food Bringer has to do is to become familiar with sword and it may change! Keeping full familiarity at arms length, never fully able to understand it! Huh... that's a really neat sword! Arpo approves!"
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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.
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
"I'm here year-round. I assume you've been claimed?"
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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!!!!!!
A taller boy, a little over 6ft in height, casually meanders over with a stupid grin on his face. His hair is long, pulled back into a low ponytail and curling at the ends, as well as a few loose strands dangling in front of his face. His eyes are a stormy gray color, with prominent lashes and thick clusters of freckles. The boy's nose looks to be broken, and one of his eyes is recovering from a bruise. Unlike the other campers,, he doesn't wear the CHB shirt, instead opting for a plain white shirt, beaten up and tucked into dark green trousers. A military grade knife is sheathed at his belt, and he doesn't look to be carrying any other weapons. The boy puts a hand on his hip, looking them over. "Hey, nerd. Can I borrow that book? I need something to throw at a hornet's nest."
“Nerd? Are all your insults that aged, or is it just the seat of your pants that’s suffering? If that is the case, I can see why you resort to violence so often. Nice knife, though. Where’d you get it?” They tap their journal against one knee.
A taller boy, a little over 6ft in height, casually meanders over with a stupid grin on his face. His hair is long, pulled back into a low ponytail and curling at the ends, as well as a few loose strands dangling in front of his face. His eyes are a stormy gray color, with prominent lashes and thick clusters of freckles. The boy's nose looks to be broken, and one of his eyes is recovering from a bruise. Unlike the other campers,, he doesn't wear the CHB shirt, instead opting for a plain white shirt, beaten up and tucked into dark green trousers. A military grade knife is sheathed at his belt, and he doesn't look to be carrying any other weapons. The boy puts a hand on his hip, looking them over. "Hey, nerd. Can I borrow that book? I need something to throw at a hornet's nest."
“Nerd? Are all your insults that aged, or is it just the seat of your pants that’s suffering? If that is the case, I can see why you resort to violence so often. Nice knife, though. Where’d you get it?” They tap their journal against one knee.
His accent is definitely distinctly Irish, northern with a flat monotone, though very clearly toned down, as if on purpose. The boy frowns. "You're from here? My father gave it to me."
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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
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
*Confused that acronym for a Scandinavian furniture store initially.* “Really? That’s fast. It took me at least a few weeks to find everything. Did you intend to ask me anything other than a vaguely foreboding question about my provenance?”
A taller boy, a little over 6ft in height, casually meanders over with a stupid grin on his face. His hair is long, pulled back into a low ponytail and curling at the ends, as well as a few loose strands dangling in front of his face. His eyes are a stormy gray color, with prominent lashes and thick clusters of freckles. The boy's nose looks to be broken, and one of his eyes is recovering from a bruise. Unlike the other campers,, he doesn't wear the CHB shirt, instead opting for a plain white shirt, beaten up and tucked into dark green trousers. A military grade knife is sheathed at his belt, and he doesn't look to be carrying any other weapons. The boy puts a hand on his hip, looking them over. "Hey, nerd. Can I borrow that book? I need something to throw at a hornet's nest."
“Nerd? Are all your insults that aged, or is it just the seat of your pants that’s suffering? If that is the case, I can see why you resort to violence so often. Nice knife, though. Where’d you get it?” They tap their journal against one knee.
His accent is definitely distinctly Irish, northern with a flat monotone, though very clearly toned down, as if on purpose. The boy frowns. "You're from here? My father gave it to me."
“Ah! Irish. Didn’t hear it the first time.” They stand and offer their hand to shake. “I’m Irish myself. County Laois. So no, not from here but I have been here a few times. What about you? Frequent visitor?” They appear to have completely lost the earlier conversation.
“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
*Confused that acronym for a Scandinavian furniture store initially.* “Really? That’s fast. It took me at least a few weeks to find everything. Did you intend to ask me anything other than a vaguely foreboding question about my provenance?”
“It’s sarcasm, grandpa. I found out there was an armory this morning for Gods’ sakes!”
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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
May the dice roll ever in your favor
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“I can sense you’ve been here before.” A 5 10 girl comes up the hill from camp, wearing a black crop top, matching zip up hoodie, currently unzipped, a skirt, fishnets, and black running shoes. She gestures to their neck, indicating the bead necklace.
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
*Hello! How are you?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Arpo hops onto the table and reads along. "Blade of Nike is a powerful weapon... if used correctly could grant the goddesses favour... hidden within the blade s an aspect of a diffferent form..." Arpo looks at Regina. "Wow! Your sword is cool..."
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
*Decent!! Id interact, but I have a required meeting in 15 mins*
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)
They wave back, closing their journal. “Heya. What is it?” They speak with a relatively strong Northern Irish accent, though softened by time spent in the States.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“Sense? I suppose sight is a sense, if you quibble a little.” They pause. “Yourself? This isn’t a roundabout way of asking for a tour, is it?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Different form..? Like it transforms? Does it say how..?" She looks through the paragraph, scanning to find if it says how to unlock this aspect
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)
"I just haven't seen you around before. you new?"
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!!!!!!
A taller boy, a little over 6ft in height, casually meanders over with a stupid grin on his face. His hair is long, pulled back into a low ponytail and curling at the ends, as well as a few loose strands dangling in front of his face. His eyes are a stormy gray color, with prominent lashes and thick clusters of freckles. The boy's nose looks to be broken, and one of his eyes is recovering from a bruise. Unlike the other campers,, he doesn't wear the CHB shirt, instead opting for a plain white shirt, beaten up and tucked into dark green trousers. A military grade knife is sheathed at his belt, and he doesn't look to be carrying any other weapons. The boy puts a hand on his hip, looking them over. "Hey, nerd. Can I borrow that book? I need something to throw at a hornet's nest."
— 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
*Ouch. Available afterwards, if I’m still here?*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“Nope, been here two days, basically know everything.” *im on a bus so if I disappear it’s probably WiFi jsyk*
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
*I should be! Meeting will be 30 mins and is about my loud AF suitemates lol*
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)
“Far from it, though I just got here for the summer, if that’s what you’re asking. What about yourself?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Hmm... requires deep concentration... becoming familiar with the shape, and if anything may have changed during it's reveal... Ooh! So, basically, all the Food Bringer has to do is to become familiar with sword and it may change! Keeping full familiarity at arms length, never fully able to understand it! Huh... that's a really neat sword! Arpo approves!"
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 here year-round. I assume you've been claimed?"
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!!!!!!
“Nerd? Are all your insults that aged, or is it just the seat of your pants that’s suffering? If that is the case, I can see why you resort to violence so often. Nice knife, though. Where’d you get it?” They tap their journal against one knee.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
His accent is definitely distinctly Irish, northern with a flat monotone, though very clearly toned down, as if on purpose. The boy frowns. "You're from here? My father gave it to me."
— 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
*Confused that acronym for a Scandinavian furniture store initially.* “Really? That’s fast. It took me at least a few weeks to find everything. Did you intend to ask me anything other than a vaguely foreboding question about my provenance?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“Ah! Irish. Didn’t hear it the first time.” They stand and offer their hand to shake. “I’m Irish myself. County Laois. So no, not from here but I have been here a few times. What about you? Frequent visitor?” They appear to have completely lost the earlier conversation.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“It’s sarcasm, grandpa. I found out there was an armory this morning for Gods’ sakes!”
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