Leslie laughs. "No, silly! It's the fleece of the golden ram, the same golden fleece that JAson and the Argonauts stole from Colchis.
“I-… I need to read a book on Greek myth, I’ve never heard of that. Why’s it here?”
"Uuhh... I think it's because the tree was dying, and the tree was the magic bearier, and so the got the Golden Fleece to heal the tree...? I-I'm not sure..."
“Weird… alright then.” He says, looking down and fidgeting with one of his bracelets. He seems a bit uncomfortable.
"Mhm..." Leslie begins to look at Elijah's face, trying to sketch it out on the landscape of Peleus and Thalia's tree, trying multiple times to get it right. She grumbles, "Your face is so stupidly hard to draw..."
“…thanks?… if you don’t want to draw me, you don’t have to.”
"No, no, it's fine... I can work it out..." Leslie continues to adjust the lines untl they look right. "... See...? That looks... alright." leslie continues to draw the rest of Elijah, before drawling herself.
He chuckles. “It looks good… I like it.”
Leslie blushes again. "Th-thanks... I'm not really used to people liking my art... Um..." Leslie then continues to scetch out the landscape, adding clouds and other details.
“How dare they! Your art is awesome and I will not stand for anyone saying otherwise!” He says, in an almost comical manner, a sort of sarcastic way.
"Heh... Thanks..." Leslie finishes up the drawling, and begins to examine it. "Hm... I think it's pretty good... Time for colors now..." She reaches into her quiver and pulls out some colored pencils, and puts her pencil back into the quiver, and begins to color her drawling. "Soooo... Elijah. I know your favourite things at camp, but other than that, I don't really know much about you. ANything you'd like to share...?"
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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.
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...?"
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
He tentatively hands the can back to Liam. "Ah. I'm not really thirsty."
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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...?"
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
He tentatively hands the can back to Liam. "Ah. I'm not really thirsty."
He nods, and gingerly puts the can on the ground inbetween them, “How… do you know me?” He asks softly, polite.
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
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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...?"
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
He tentatively hands the can back to Liam. "Ah. I'm not really thirsty."
He nods, and gingerly puts the can on the ground inbetween them, “How… do you know me?” He asks softly, polite.
"The Camp Infirmiry keeps tabs on all the campers. I recognized you from your file."
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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.
Leslie laughs. "No, silly! It's the fleece of the golden ram, the same golden fleece that JAson and the Argonauts stole from Colchis.
“I-… I need to read a book on Greek myth, I’ve never heard of that. Why’s it here?”
"Uuhh... I think it's because the tree was dying, and the tree was the magic bearier, and so the got the Golden Fleece to heal the tree...? I-I'm not sure..."
“Weird… alright then.” He says, looking down and fidgeting with one of his bracelets. He seems a bit uncomfortable.
"Mhm..." Leslie begins to look at Elijah's face, trying to sketch it out on the landscape of Peleus and Thalia's tree, trying multiple times to get it right. She grumbles, "Your face is so stupidly hard to draw..."
“…thanks?… if you don’t want to draw me, you don’t have to.”
"No, no, it's fine... I can work it out..." Leslie continues to adjust the lines untl they look right. "... See...? That looks... alright." leslie continues to draw the rest of Elijah, before drawling herself.
He chuckles. “It looks good… I like it.”
Leslie blushes again. "Th-thanks... I'm not really used to people liking my art... Um..." Leslie then continues to scetch out the landscape, adding clouds and other details.
“How dare they! Your art is awesome and I will not stand for anyone saying otherwise!” He says, in an almost comical manner, a sort of sarcastic way.
"Heh... Thanks..." Leslie finishes up the drawling, and begins to examine it. "Hm... I think it's pretty good... Time for colors now..." She reaches into her quiver and pulls out some colored pencils, and puts her pencil back into the quiver, and begins to color her drawling. "Soooo... Elijah. I know your favourite things at camp, but other than that, I don't really know much about you. ANything you'd like to share...?"
He sits down next to Leslie. “Uh… well, before this, I was in my school’s theater club! And I… uh, Nevermind.”
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
*I mean, children have been created without parents in mythology before if I remember correctly. Or with parent singular.*
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
*Athena specifically has kids because of the way she was born, out of Zeus’ skull, and her kids are born the same, but Artemis doesn’t have kids.*
Leslie laughs. "No, silly! It's the fleece of the golden ram, the same golden fleece that JAson and the Argonauts stole from Colchis.
“I-… I need to read a book on Greek myth, I’ve never heard of that. Why’s it here?”
"Uuhh... I think it's because the tree was dying, and the tree was the magic bearier, and so the got the Golden Fleece to heal the tree...? I-I'm not sure..."
“Weird… alright then.” He says, looking down and fidgeting with one of his bracelets. He seems a bit uncomfortable.
"Mhm..." Leslie begins to look at Elijah's face, trying to sketch it out on the landscape of Peleus and Thalia's tree, trying multiple times to get it right. She grumbles, "Your face is so stupidly hard to draw..."
“…thanks?… if you don’t want to draw me, you don’t have to.”
"No, no, it's fine... I can work it out..." Leslie continues to adjust the lines untl they look right. "... See...? That looks... alright." leslie continues to draw the rest of Elijah, before drawling herself.
He chuckles. “It looks good… I like it.”
Leslie blushes again. "Th-thanks... I'm not really used to people liking my art... Um..." Leslie then continues to scetch out the landscape, adding clouds and other details.
“How dare they! Your art is awesome and I will not stand for anyone saying otherwise!” He says, in an almost comical manner, a sort of sarcastic way.
"Heh... Thanks..." Leslie finishes up the drawling, and begins to examine it. "Hm... I think it's pretty good... Time for colors now..." She reaches into her quiver and pulls out some colored pencils, and puts her pencil back into the quiver, and begins to color her drawling. "Soooo... Elijah. I know your favourite things at camp, but other than that, I don't really know much about you. ANything you'd like to share...?"
He sits down next to Leslie. “Uh… well, before this, I was in my school’s theater club! And I… uh, Nevermind.”
"No, no! Continue. You're talking to a most likely apollo kid. I freaking love theatre and acting and musicals."
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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...?"
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
*Athena specifically has kids because of the way she was born, out of Zeus’ skull, and her kids are born the same, but Artemis doesn’t have kids.*
*Quite literally her 'brainchildren'*
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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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
*Athena specifically has kids because of the way she was born, out of Zeus’ skull, and her kids are born the same, but Artemis doesn’t have kids.*
*Quite literally her 'brainchildren'*
*Yeah lol*
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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...?"
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.
"Oh. Oh! Okay." There's a snecne of relief in his voice, and he sits down next to Liam, looking down into the rushing water.
He hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
*his mother is Artemis?*
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
*I mean, children have been created without parents in mythology before if I remember correctly. Or with parent singular.*
*yeah, they definitely have. Athena, also a maiden goddess, has tons of kids. But Artemis, at least, in the books, specifically has no kids. She has the hunters. I don’t know, maybe we could work something out though, we don’t need to be 100% accurate.*
*Okay, so Artemis doesn’t have any children? If that were true why even have a possible group for her children, because the op says there is a group for each Olympian right? Or am I once again mistaken?*
*Okay, so Artemis doesn’t have any children? If that were true why even have a possible group for her children, because the op says there is a group for each Olympian right? Or am I once again mistaken?*
*Check the Riordan wiki page 'Hunters of Artemis' :)) Theyre sorta honorary children but also a very unique group in Percy Jackson*
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*Okay, so Artemis doesn’t have any children? If that were true why even have a possible group for her children, because the op says there is a group for each Olympian right? Or am I once again mistaken?*
*there is a cabin for each Olympian, but Hera and Artemis’ are both just for honorary reasons for the most part.*
*anyone else wanna roleplay? I wanna use Caleb a bit more. He’s been here a few months.*
*I can pick up a third I think*
*alright!*
Caleb is slashing and stabbing at a dummy with a sword that seems to be made of ice. It doesn’t shatter as easily as it should, and it doesn’t melt.
(I can give you a description of Caleb if you’d like.)
*Yes pls*
Caleb is a slightly muscular, 15 year old boy with rather pale skin, messy black hair with multiple streaks of white, and frosty, ice blue eyes. He wears an orange camp half-Blood shirt and jeans, and has a bracelet on his left hand, with blue and white beads. It’s unnaturally cold around him, just below freezing, but he seems unbothered.
Regina watches from a fair distance, copying some of his movements as he trains against the dummy
He slashes the dummy across it’s chest, and then takes a step back, holding out his hand towards it as a blast of chilled air rushes towards it, ice crystals forming on the dummy and knocking it away. The temperature is getting colder.
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"Heh... Thanks..." Leslie finishes up the drawling, and begins to examine it. "Hm... I think it's pretty good... Time for colors now..." She reaches into her quiver and pulls out some colored pencils, and puts her pencil back into the quiver, and begins to color her drawling. "Soooo... Elijah. I know your favourite things at camp, but other than that, I don't really know much about you. ANything you'd like to share...?"
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!!!
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*Uuhhhh a bit I guess? Idk.*
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 hands them an unopened can of the stuff, finishing his own before looking back to the water. His eyes are slitted and he watches the fish swim like a hunter, after all, he’s got some bearish traits from his mother, Artemis.
He tentatively hands the can back to Liam. "Ah. I'm not really thirsty."
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
*his mother is Artemis?*
He nods, and gingerly puts the can on the ground inbetween them, “How… do you know me?” He asks softly, polite.
*oh wait yeah just saw that so um I don't think his mother can be artemis, as artemis is specifically a virgin goddess. Then again, so is Athena, soooo...*
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
*Yep, demigod of fishing, why?*
"The Camp Infirmiry keeps tabs on all the campers. I recognized you from your file."
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 sits down next to Leslie. “Uh… well, before this, I was in my school’s theater club! And I… uh, Nevermind.”
*I mean, children have been created without parents in mythology before if I remember correctly. Or with parent singular.*
*Athena specifically has kids because of the way she was born, out of Zeus’ skull, and her kids are born the same, but Artemis doesn’t have kids.*
"No, no! Continue. You're talking to a most likely apollo kid. I freaking love theatre and acting and musicals."
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
*Quite literally her 'brainchildren'*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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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!
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*Yeah lol*
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
*yeah, they definitely have. Athena, also a maiden goddess, has tons of kids. But Artemis, at least, in the books, specifically has no kids. She has the hunters. I don’t know, maybe we could work something out though, we don’t need to be 100% accurate.*
*Okay, so Artemis doesn’t have any children? If that were true why even have a possible group for her children, because the op says there is a group for each Olympian right? Or am I once again mistaken?*
*Check the Riordan wiki page 'Hunters of Artemis' :)) Theyre sorta honorary children but also a very unique group in Percy Jackson*
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!
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*there is a cabin for each Olympian, but Hera and Artemis’ are both just for honorary reasons for the most part.*