*anyone wanna rp? Was wanting to do a relationship rp or something else, don’t really care :/*
*JACOB AND APOLLO KID WEEEEE*
*you intro lol*
*or wait nvm*
A young boy with blonde hair with slightly darker hair at the tips walks into the Apollo cabin. “Hi, um, is this Apollo cabin?”
*Wait important question is he blonde*
*His hair changed from brown to blonde when the monsters started coming, the tips are still brown*
*Ah okie*
Jacob is at the door, heavy bags under his eyes.
"Yeah... oh great... another sibling... Nice to meetcha... I'm Jacob..."
“Another? Is dad a player or something?”
"Hah. Apollo is the original player. Welcome to the cabin, new kid."
“Oh.. fun I guess? So how many of us are there? 6? 8?”
"Four. Me, Will, (I'm pretty sure there are two other chars people have who are Apollo kids). Manhattan really reduced our numbers... Well, actually, five now, because of you."
“Oh. Well, at least we’ll increase in numbers quickly? Also, is resurrection like- a normal Apollo kid thing?”
"... Um. Sorry. Could- could you repeat that again...?"
“Ressurection? I brang back a dead bird.”
"... Oh. Oh dear. This complicates things. Hades is already pissed at us for the resurrections that happened here recently... We really don't need you doing the same... On the one hand, you could end up a god, but on the other hand, you'll most likely get smote... this really complicates things... Uggghhhh..."
“…god? Like I could be a GOD? WHAT???”
At this very moment, a symbol of hades hovers around Cal’s head. “WHAT IS THAT? I THOUGHT I JUST GOT CLAMIED?”
"... Okay. Uhhh. So. You're probably like, descendent from a demigod child of Hades. Those deathy powers mixed with Apollos Healy powers, and thats probably why you brought something back. Regardless, even if you are a descendent of Hades, that doens't mean he won't smite you, and in my medical opinion, being smote tends to cause death, and death is like.. fatal."
“Wait, hold on. This is risky, but I want you to try something. Stab me, and let me die.”
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Ah, you can't really hide information from me. I'll know. It might take a while, but I'll figure it out. I'm an Apollo kid. I have pretty good sight."
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
"Yes this is a camp."
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
"Yes this is a camp."
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
"Camp Half-Blood."
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
Owen rolls his eyes.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
"Yes this is a camp."
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
"Camp Half-Blood."
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
Owen rolls his eyes.
Craig mumbles something
“Uh… dad said something about gods?” The girl says.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
"Yes this is a camp."
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
"Camp Half-Blood."
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
Owen rolls his eyes.
Craig mumbles something
“Uh… dad said something about gods?” The girl says.
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
"A camp."
“Huh?”
"Yes this is a camp."
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
"Camp Half-Blood."
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
Owen rolls his eyes.
Craig mumbles something
“Uh… dad said something about gods?” The girl says.
"Greek gods. Some kids of titans too."
“Kids?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
“Wait, hold on. This is risky, but I want you to try something. Stab me, and let me die.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Hello!*
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
*mrow*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Sure you do."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*Hihi, anyone wanna rp? If so, who want?*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Two silhouettes appear on the top of Half-Blood Hill, shifting and changing, until finally settling into the shape of two kids holding hands. One is a boy, about fourteen, the other a girl, seventeen, both wearing school uniforms. The girl has blonde hair and blue eyes, while the boy looks like a smaller version of her with dark eyes. One could probably assume they’re siblings.
“Owen, I think we’re here…” The girl says softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Where? Dad just told us to find a camp with no context. You expect me to believe this is the place, and he’s not crazy? I knew he was losing it, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Craig and Ridge are walking up Half-Blood Hill. Ridge, has his service dog vest on
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Hey! Is this a camp?” The girl calls. Her voice has a faintly British accent.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"A camp."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Huh?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Yes this is a camp."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Oh… Camp… Half-Something?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Camp Half-Blood."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Yeah! That’s the one!”
Owen rolls his eyes.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
Craig mumbles something
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Uh… dad said something about gods?” The girl says.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"Greek gods. Some kids of titans too."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Kids?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
"As in teens and kids."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“I don’t…”
“He’s nuts. C’mon, Charlie.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!