In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
*Anyone other than Cyno?*
*Last call!*
*I’m here*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
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.
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
A small girl sits on the doorstep of the aphrodite cabin, fiddling with her bracelet and waiting for something or other. She wears a layered combination of a white long-sleeve shirt and a pink tee over top, as well as an INORDINATE amount of friendship bracelets on her wrists. All sorts of them, too, Kandi beads, yarn, rainbow loom bands, you name it. Her fluffy mop of brown hair comes to an end just past her chin.
Regina walks over, standing nearby "Huh.. Dont think Ive seen you around before. New arrival?"
"Yeah. Well, sorta. It's been a few weeks." she deliberately avoids making eye contact with you.
"And... Are you currently lost, or have you been claimed this quickly?"
"Well, not officially, but the aphrodite kids are debating whether I'm one of them. They told me to get my stuff, though, so I think I'm moving in."
"Huh.. And the counselors are fine with it? Little unusual to say the least.."
"The counselors had the idea in the first place. After, yknow..." she struggles with the words. "It's hard to explain. I'll just show you, okay? Try to hit me."
"I mean... Okay..?" The rather strong girl throws a punch
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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)
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
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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.
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
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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)
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I was at a library, and one of the librarians turned into a leopard thing and tried to eat me, so I threw a book at it and ran. Eventually, my friend Gabriel, Whoose a satyr, found me and brought me here.
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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.
In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
*Anyone other than Cyno?*
*Last call!*
*Sorry, I'm busy with other RPing right now... maybe later!*
*Nah, man, it’s all good, don’t blame you for being busy, the giant Canadian can wait.*
*Actually, maybe I can rp! It doesn't see mto busy rn!*
*Im totally fine with that, if you can rp, I’d be happy to.*
In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
"... Oh. Um. Oh."
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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.
In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
*Anyone other than Cyno?*
*Last call!*
*Sorry, I'm busy with other RPing right now... maybe later!*
*Nah, man, it’s all good, don’t blame you for being busy, the giant Canadian can wait.*
*Actually, maybe I can rp! It doesn't see mto busy rn!*
*Im totally fine with that, if you can rp, I’d be happy to.*
*Okie!*
*Want me to repost so it’s easier?*
*I already did, it's probalby on the previous page*
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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.
In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
One of the healers walks through the grove, and looks questioningly at the beers, not realizing they're unalchoholic. He says, "Hey. You're Liam, right? Arn't you a little young to be drinking...?"
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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.
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I was at a library, and one of the librarians turned into a leopard thing and tried to eat me, so I threw a book at it and ran. Eventually, my friend Gabriel, Whoose a satyr, found me and brought me here.
“That is wild… my story is a lot more boring than that.”
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
"... Oh. Um. Oh."
*Always*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I was at a library, and one of the librarians turned into a leopard thing and tried to eat me, so I threw a book at it and ran. Eventually, my friend Gabriel, Whoose a satyr, found me and brought me here.
“That is wild… my story is a lot more boring than that.”
"Oh? What is 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.
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
"... Oh. Um. Oh."
"... Well... For now its just a theory... But either way... You see now why I need to improve?"
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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)
"But, they have an advantage. They can beat you, because their parent is the god of war. You see?"
"And? I have to train past that. An advantage doesn't guarantee a victory, and second best isnt enough.."
"Hmm..." Clover continues to jot down more notes, before pausing for a moment. "Wait... so, would you describe yourself as always yearning for victory, winning no matter what, whatever the cost?"
"... Not whatever the cost. I have limits. Its not like Id sacrifice a friend's life to win an arm wrestle"
"Oh! Yeah, that's not what I meant. Bu you're very competitive, right?" Clover flips to a specific page and scans the small and neat writing.
"... Most would say so, yeah."
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
"... Oh. Um. Oh."
"... Well... For now its just a theory... But either way... You see now why I need to improve?"
"... Well. Yes. But, even if you try your best and get claimed, it won't do you any good if you work yourself half to death."
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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.
... Oh. You havn't seen the dragon yet. C'mon! LEmme show you!" Leslie grabs Elijah and drags him over to Thalia's Pine, where the dragon Peleus is curled up by its roots. "Ta-da! Dragon!"
Elijah approaches the tree a few steps, see’s the dragon, and jumps back. “AH- that’s… not how I imagined dragons looked like… it’s kinda… snakey?”
"Yeah. It's pretty cool!" I crouch down and take out my notebook, continueing on a half-finished sketch of the dragon, whilst taking notes on it's anatomy.
Elijah peers over her shoulder, curious. “Wow… that’s really cool.”
"Mhm..." Leslie continues to sketch the sleeping dragon, adding details to the scales and claws of the dragon.
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I was at a library, and one of the librarians turned into a leopard thing and tried to eat me, so I threw a book at it and ran. Eventually, my friend Gabriel, Whoose a satyr, found me and brought me here.
“That is wild… my story is a lot more boring than that.”
"Oh? What is it?"
“A week before I was brought here, my parents had a fight, didn’t know what it was about, and then two days ago, my Mom told me to pack my things- only the necessary stuff, and that I needed to go somewhere safe. We met up with one of the students from my school… who was a satyr, and we drove here. A couple months before all of that, I think I… might have seen a monster? But I thought I was just seeing things and… (long pause) nothing really happened with that. So now I’m here!”
In the cold air of the dawn at camp Half-Blood, the sound of trickling water can be distantly heard, probably from one of the many creeks throughout the camp.
Sitting at the edge of one of those cheeks, feet resting in the frigid water, entirely unbothered by the cold, is a bear of a teenager, a 16 year old Half Giant demigod, named Liam, Demi god of fishing. He holds a fishing rod too small for him gingerly in his hands, as not to break it, hairy and strong, but usually silent, and when he does speak he speaks meekly, soft spoken. Four cans of nonalcoholic beer sit next to him, just outside of the water, each of them empty, shipped straight from his old home of Vancouver. He hums to himself silent, pulling in another fish just to let it go immediately.
One of the healers walks through the grove, and looks questioningly at the beers, not realizing they're unalchoholic. He says, "Hey. You're Liam, right? Arn't you a little young to be drinking...?"
He looks over to them, nodding silently as he puts down his fishing rod, freeing another fish from his hook, “Yeah… but they don’t have any alcohol in them.” He holds up the can, showing them to just be an assortment of juices and such things.
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Okay... Reg, I don't know for sure, so don't take my word for it, but, based on analasis of your personality and guesswork, you might be a child of the Greek goddess of Victory..."
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
“So… uh… what happened that made you come here?”
"I mean... Okay..?" The rather strong girl throws a punch
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)
Leslie pauses in her drawling. "Hm? What do you mean?"
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
"... And in that case... She wont claim me because I keep losing..." She looks down at the ground
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)
“Like, I heard a lot of people were being… chased by monsters or something, and so their parents or a satyr or something brought them here for safety.”
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I was at a library, and one of the librarians turned into a leopard thing and tried to eat me, so I threw a book at it and ran. Eventually, my friend Gabriel, Whoose a satyr, found me and brought me here.
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
*Want me to repost so it’s easier?*
*Wanna rp?*
"... Oh. Um. Oh."
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 already did, it's probalby on the previous page*
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
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
“That is wild… my story is a lot more boring than that.”
*Always*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
"Oh? What is 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
"... Well... For now its just a theory... But either way... You see now why I need to improve?"
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)
"... Well. Yes. But, even if you try your best and get claimed, it won't do you any good if you work yourself half to death."
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
“A week before I was brought here, my parents had a fight, didn’t know what it was about, and then two days ago, my Mom told me to pack my things- only the necessary stuff, and that I needed to go somewhere safe. We met up with one of the students from my school… who was a satyr, and we drove here. A couple months before all of that, I think I… might have seen a monster? But I thought I was just seeing things and… (long pause) nothing really happened with that. So now I’m here!”
He looks over to them, nodding silently as he puts down his fishing rod, freeing another fish from his hook, “Yeah… but they don’t have any alcohol in them.” He holds up the can, showing them to just be an assortment of juices and such things.