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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
*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?*
*I agree with that, yeah*
Said sparky girl is causing quite a ruckus in the arena. She sits high above the ground on a white cloud, lightning striking the dirt ground at random. All of her chaos is restricted to the Arena, and accompanied by a bit of rain from a blanket of darker clouds above her
Evan is standing next to her, smiling. “Hey sis. How are you?”
She floats down, opening her eyes, which are white currently. Her hair whips around in the wind, flowing like a cloud, which it seems to be made of, currently.
"Oh, I didn't realize you were here. Hey, Evan!"
“Hey Aeris! How are you?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
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.
Atticus is dodging lightning in the arena with unmatchable focus and speed, eyes shut.
Iris is sitting onto of Zimos, her pet scorpion, who has grown to become a giant scorpion.
His own lighning soars above her head, sinking into the wall. He's only able to do this because Aeris' storm has calmed after seeing her brother.
"Great, a new monster owner."
“Hey! Zimos is a regular scorpion.
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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.
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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
He shakes his hand.
“So, new friend, any idea who your godly parent is?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She frowns. "I... don't really want a protector. I don't get... close to people. It doesn't work out."
“Well, we’ll be sleeping in the same cabin, so it’s my job to protect you. Don’t worry, I’m really strong.”
She sighs. "It's not whether you can protect me that I'm worried about. It's whether you should."
“I’ve done some horrible things, sister. I don’t think you can beat me… but if you can, you’re family. I protect family.”
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
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If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
"Thriving, as you can see. How about yourself?" The lightning stops, the rain continuing though
“Alright. Just… worried about all our siblings. We have three confirmed and one who might be a Zeus kid… And I have to protect them all.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Atticus is dodging lightning in the arena with unmatchable focus and speed, eyes shut.
Iris is sitting onto of Zimos, her pet scorpion, who has grown to become a giant scorpion.
His own lighning soars above her head, sinking into the wall. He's only able to do this because Aeris' storm has calmed after seeing her brother.
"Great, a new monster owner."
“Hey! Zimos is a regular scorpion.
"He's bigger than most. Who are you?"
“Iris. Iris Bosch.”
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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.
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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
He shakes his hand.
“So, new friend, any idea who your godly parent is?”
“I haven’t studied the myth’s so I don’t know who, but I’m pretty sure my parent has something to do with horses.”
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.
She frowns. "I... don't really want a protector. I don't get... close to people. It doesn't work out."
“Well, we’ll be sleeping in the same cabin, so it’s my job to protect you. Don’t worry, I’m really strong.”
She sighs. "It's not whether you can protect me that I'm worried about. It's whether you should."
“I’ve done some horrible things, sister. I don’t think you can beat me… but if you can, you’re family. I protect family.”
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
“No, yes, no. And yes, that’s worse than I’ve done, but I’m sure you had a good reason. Just don’t kill me okay?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She frowns. "I... don't really want a protector. I don't get... close to people. It doesn't work out."
“Well, we’ll be sleeping in the same cabin, so it’s my job to protect you. Don’t worry, I’m really strong.”
She sighs. "It's not whether you can protect me that I'm worried about. It's whether you should."
“I’ve done some horrible things, sister. I don’t think you can beat me… but if you can, you’re family. I protect family.”
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
*oh dear.*
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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.
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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
He shakes his hand.
“So, new friend, any idea who your godly parent is?”
“I haven’t studied the myth’s so I don’t know who, but I’m pretty sure my parent has something to do with horses.”
“Ah, yes.” His accent is faintly British. “Pan or Poseidon or Demeter.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
She sighs. "It's not whether you can protect me that I'm worried about. It's whether you should."
“I’ve done some horrible things, sister. I don’t think you can beat me… but if you can, you’re family. I protect family.”
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
“No, yes, no. And yes, that’s worse than I’ve done, but I’m sure you had a good reason. Just don’t kill me okay?”
"They died because I fell off a roof and couldn't control myself. Is that a good reason, really?"
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If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
*oh dear.*
*Welcome to "Character Backstory Trauma 101"!*
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If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
Atticus is dodging lightning in the arena with unmatchable focus and speed, eyes shut.
Iris is sitting onto of Zimos, her pet scorpion, who has grown to become a giant scorpion.
His own lighning soars above her head, sinking into the wall. He's only able to do this because Aeris' storm has calmed after seeing her brother.
"Great, a new monster owner."
“Hey! Zimos is a regular scorpion.
"He's bigger than most. Who are you?"
“Iris. Iris Bosch.”
"A little on the nose, there, huh? I'm Atticus Helus, and as much as it pains me to say." he sighs, "Somehow, the Ares Cabin Councellor."
“What do you mean? why is my name on the nose?.”
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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.
She sighs. "It's not whether you can protect me that I'm worried about. It's whether you should."
“I’ve done some horrible things, sister. I don’t think you can beat me… but if you can, you’re family. I protect family.”
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
“No, yes, no. And yes, that’s worse than I’ve done, but I’m sure you had a good reason. Just don’t kill me okay?”
"They died because I fell off a roof and couldn't control myself. Is that a good reason, really?"
He looks worried. “I’m so sorry. But we should get inside of the border. I don’t want my new sibling to get hurt by monsters.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
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?”
“Yes, I am a new arrival.”
“Great! I’m Peter Brian. Unclaimed. Have been for six years. I can show you around!”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Zertis.”
“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
He shakes his hand.
“So, new friend, any idea who your godly parent is?”
“I haven’t studied the myth’s so I don’t know who, but I’m pretty sure my parent has something to do with horses.”
“Ah, yes.” His accent is faintly British. “Pan or Poseidon or Demeter.”
“Oh. There are three possibilities. I didn’t know. Pretty sure it was a major god or goddess. So not Pan. I’ve never heard of him.”
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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“Nice to meet you!” He bows and holds his hand out to shake.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
“Hey Aeris! How are you?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
He shakes his hand.
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.
“Hey! Zimos is a regular scorpion.
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, new friend, any idea who your godly parent is?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
"I doubt you watched yourself murder your own parents. I doubt you ever had to try to not rip and tear people apart. I doubt you stole the hopes and dreams of everyone you cared about." She lets out a shaky sigh. "I doubt you're anywhere near as bad as me." The last part comes out as a whisper.
If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
And here is the updated version of my quiz: Quiz.
Here is my background music for combat: On Soundcloud.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
“Alright. Just… worried about all our siblings. We have three confirmed and one who might be a Zeus kid… And I have to protect them all.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
“Iris. Iris Bosch.”
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 haven’t studied the myth’s so I don’t know who, but I’m pretty sure my parent has something to do with horses.”
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.
“No, yes, no. And yes, that’s worse than I’ve done, but I’m sure you had a good reason. Just don’t kill me okay?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
*oh dear.*
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
“Ah, yes.” His accent is faintly British. “Pan or Poseidon or Demeter.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
"They died because I fell off a roof and couldn't control myself. Is that a good reason, really?"
If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
And here is the updated version of my quiz: Quiz.
Here is my background music for combat: On Soundcloud.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
*Welcome to "Character Backstory Trauma 101"!*
If you're interested in learning about them, here are my Endless Dark characters: Alexius, Suixela, and Tortuga.
And here is the updated version of my quiz: Quiz.
Here is my background music for combat: On Soundcloud.
Life Advice: If someone annoys you, just cast Prestidigitation on them and soil their pants.
And here is my extended signature: (^v^)
“What do you mean? why is my name on the nose?.”
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
He looks worried. “I’m so sorry. But we should get inside of the border. I don’t want my new sibling to get hurt by monsters.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all.
Extended Signature!
“Oh. There are three possibilities. I didn’t know. Pretty sure it was a major god or goddess. So not Pan. I’ve never heard of him.”
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.