“Alright, alright. We’re almost to the cafeteria.”
"Yeah..."
“What are you getting?”
"I... do they have pancakes?"
“Anything. I’m getting bacon.”
"Oh my (GP)ing god..."
“What?”
"Pancakes."
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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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*Hello! Anyone have a recommendation for how to intro my character? I'm guessing probably they meet someone by the hill/entrance/ya know, but if anyone has a better idea, please let me know!*
*You can intro your character any way you’d like!*
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
She sees him, and, after a moment, waves back. Doing so causes her head to come into a beam of sunlight, revealing the bags under her lavender eyes. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "...hi." Her voice is rather raspy and hoarse, as if unused for a while.
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
She sees him, and, after a moment, waves back. Doing so causes her head to come into a beam of sunlight, revealing the bags under her lavender eyes. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "...hi." Her voice is rather raspy and hoarse, as if unused for a while.
“Uh… I assume you’re a Half-Blood? Are you a recurring camper who arrived late or a new camper?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
She sees him, and, after a moment, waves back. Doing so causes her head to come into a beam of sunlight, revealing the bags under her lavender eyes. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "...hi." Her voice is rather raspy and hoarse, as if unused for a while.
“Uh… I assume you’re a Half-Blood? Are you a recurring camper who arrived late or a new camper?”
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
She sees him, and, after a moment, waves back. Doing so causes her head to come into a beam of sunlight, revealing the bags under her lavender eyes. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "...hi." Her voice is rather raspy and hoarse, as if unused for a while.
“Uh… I assume you’re a Half-Blood? Are you a recurring camper who arrived late or a new camper?”
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
“That’s okay. A lot of Half-Bloods have traumatic backstories. Let’s get inside the border before something finds us. I’m Evan. Son of Zeus and Co-Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"I have slain the beast!" She curls up on his chest
“Ack!”
She starts to purr, falling asleep
He starts snoring.
She stays on him, passed out
*New RP?*
*Yep! Who ya want?*
*Aeris! We need to figure out who the Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin is. Maybe they’re co-heads, since Aeris is the oldest and Evan was the first to get there?*
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
“That’s okay. A lot of Half-Bloods have traumatic backstories. Let’s get inside the border before something finds us. I’m Evan. Son of Zeus and Co-Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin.”
A small, sad laugh comes from her. "Traumatic backstory. That's one way to put it." She sighs. "I'm Nala." She starts to follow him. A moment later, her head suddenly snaps up as she seems to realize something. "Wait. Son of Zeus? He's my dad too..."
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
“That’s okay. A lot of Half-Bloods have traumatic backstories. Let’s get inside the border before something finds us. I’m Evan. Son of Zeus and Co-Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin.”
A small, sad laugh comes from her. "Traumatic backstory. That's one way to put it." She sighs. "I'm Nala." She starts to follow him. A moment later, her head suddenly snaps up as she seems to realize something. "Wait. Son of Zeus? He's my dad too..."
Oh, should we all do a 3-way RP for a bit? That could be fun!
A new boy with messy, shaggy, black hair and greenish blue eyes walks into the borders of camp.
A tallish brown haired boy with hair that goes down to his shoulders and sky blue eyes runs up to him from behind. He is extremely handsome, with a strong jawline and a face that could only be described as beautiful. He has a scar down his face that adds to his mystery, and carries a backpack over his shoulder. He wears a necklace with six beads, and looks about sixteen, wearing the Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt. He waves and smiles to the boy. “Hi! Are you a new arrival?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
“That’s okay. A lot of Half-Bloods have traumatic backstories. Let’s get inside the border before something finds us. I’m Evan. Son of Zeus and Co-Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin.”
A small, sad laugh comes from her. "Traumatic backstory. That's one way to put it." She sighs. "I'm Nala." She starts to follow him. A moment later, her head suddenly snaps up as she seems to realize something. "Wait. Son of Zeus? He's my dad too..."
Oh, should we all do a 3-way RP for a bit? That could be fun!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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"Pancakes."
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*GTG*
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
*You can intro your character any way you’d like!*
Evan is heading over the border, a backpack over his shoulder.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Nala is just now approaching Camp Half-Blood. She has no backpack or other means of carrying things, all she has is a black cloak with the hood up. It looks similar to what you might see someone wearing at a funeral. Golden hair can just barely be seen peeking out from under the hood.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
Evan looks up, waving. “Hey!”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
She sees him, and, after a moment, waves back. Doing so causes her head to come into a beam of sunlight, revealing the bags under her lavender eyes. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. "...hi." Her voice is rather raspy and hoarse, as if unused for a while.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
*New RP?*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Uh… I assume you’re a Half-Blood? Are you a recurring camper who arrived late or a new camper?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"...new. I think? Everything's blurry. I can't remember anything but screams..." she shakes her head, as if to clear it. Then she reaches up and rubs the bags under her eyes, before suddenly snapping her hands away once she realizes what she's doing.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
“That’s okay. A lot of Half-Bloods have traumatic backstories. Let’s get inside the border before something finds us. I’m Evan. Son of Zeus and Co-Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Aeris! We need to figure out who the Head Counselor of the Zeus cabin is. Maybe they’re co-heads, since Aeris is the oldest and Evan was the first to get there?*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
A new boy with messy, shaggy, black hair and greenish blue eyes walks into the borders of camp.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A small, sad laugh comes from her. "Traumatic backstory. That's one way to put it." She sighs. "I'm Nala." She starts to follow him. A moment later, her head suddenly snaps up as she seems to realize something. "Wait. Son of Zeus? He's my dad too..."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
Oh, should we all do a 3-way RP for a bit? That could be fun!
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
A tallish brown haired boy with hair that goes down to his shoulders and sky blue eyes runs up to him from behind. He is extremely handsome, with a strong jawline and a face that could only be described as beautiful. He has a scar down his face that adds to his mystery, and carries a backpack over his shoulder. He wears a necklace with six beads, and looks about sixteen, wearing the Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt. He waves and smiles to the boy. “Hi! Are you a new arrival?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*if naner’s fine with it.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.