A boy around 14 years old is walking up to Camp Half-Blood, following a Satyr that had been assigned to bring him here. The boy is tanned skin, most of his wavy black hair hidden behind the hood of a black and purple jacket depicting very detailed art of the starry night sky, his black jeans complimenting the look with a white speckling all along the legs. His eyes are heterochromatic, with one being a bright golden color and the other a deep red. He has a few small ear piercings, and a small cat jeweled pendant around his neck. He carries a a few bags with him as his eyes dart around, taking in this new place.
Pacing nearby under a slashed up tree is a tall, maybe 15-16 year old boy, with long black hair in a braid that almost goes down to his waist. His eyes are a piercing grayish green, his clothes disheveled but practical. The boy has on dark green cargo pants and a black t shirt, depicting a superhero with the words Moon Knight on it. He also has a rather long scar, marring the left side of his face from his cheekbone down to his neck.
The kid is flipping a switchblade, frowning. “I’d run if I were you. One you step in, they don’t let you leave.”
He looks over at the kid, watching him slashing a tree for a moment before he speaks. "Is that pessimism speaking, or experience?"
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Nothing really seems to be wrong with Elijah, his body is just exhausted to a point where it seems he hasn’t slept for four days, and hasn’t eaten anything either. His heartbeat is slightly fast, though that’s likely not because of anything being wrong, just… uhm, nervousness.
Angelo smacks him on the head with the stethoscope, lightly. “When was the last time you slept or ate?”
“…yesterday, about.”
Angelo takes out what is clearly ambrosia from his target bag, handing it over. “Eat. I found some weird cornbread hidden in one of the gaudy buildings.”
Grimacing, Elijah takes a piece of it and swallows it.
Nothing really seems to be wrong with Elijah, his body is just exhausted to a point where it seems he hasn’t slept for four days, and hasn’t eaten anything either. His heartbeat is slightly fast, though that’s likely not because of anything being wrong, just… uhm, nervousness.
Angelo smacks him on the head with the stethoscope, lightly. “When was the last time you slept or ate?”
“…yesterday, about.”
"ELIJAH!"
Elijah turns to Leslie. “Hmm?”
"You havn't slept or eaten In a day?!"
“…Well, a lot of it was doing stuff with you, playing capture the flag, and then having a medical emergency!”
"SO?!"
“What do you mean, ’so?,’?!”
"... I swear, if you weren't my friend..."
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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.
"Blood. A parent that may or may not care... I mean, training here is better than getting eaten by a manticore, I think"
“What the hell happened to all of you that you were being attacked by manticores and fairies and garden gnomes? I just want to be able to go where I want.” He says, scowling. There’s clearly something more to this, but he definitely doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it.
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Nothing really seems to be wrong with Elijah, his body is just exhausted to a point where it seems he hasn’t slept for four days, and hasn’t eaten anything either. His heartbeat is slightly fast, though that’s likely not because of anything being wrong, just… uhm, nervousness.
Angelo smacks him on the head with the stethoscope, lightly. “When was the last time you slept or ate?”
“…yesterday, about.”
Angelo takes out what is clearly ambrosia from his target bag, handing it over. “Eat. I found some weird cornbread hidden in one of the gaudy buildings.”
Grimacing, Elijah takes a piece of it and swallows it.
It tastes like your favourite comfort food! Also, roll a con saving throw to see if you spontaneously cobust!
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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.
"You wanna ask Dionysus yourself?" She smirks "Honestly... He just seems physically exhausted. I think he just needs a few days rest after the fight he put up. Sweat his arrow was inches from my face.."
Angelo swears in a foreign language. “I do not want to speak to that purple freak again. And I agree. He doesn’t look like he’s used to physical activity at all.”
"Most arent this soon after they arrive. And the magic just complicates it more.. We'll see how his training goes after hes recovered enough"
“Speaking of training, I was not informed at all about.. any of this.” He gestures, looking frustrated. “I tried to leave. All of this half god bull[gp] is not going to work on me. I just got dragged back again. Why am I even part of this?”
“Language!” Says Elijah.
Angelo throws his hands up and swears again. “And God strike me down if you think I’m going to hell for saying [1gp]!”
He gasps. “How dare you, my gosh, you can’t just say that!”
The Hetrochromatic boy is shown the to the cabin grounds, where he would enter the Hermes cabin (that's where the unclaimed children go right?) to get himself settled in, pulling his hood a bit further over his head and face to hide a bit more due to a rising wave of nervousness.
“Uh-huh. And are you gonna listen to Will this time, Alex?”
Alex opts out of answering and instead makes puppy eyes at him. “You won’t tell him, right?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Nothing really seems to be wrong with Elijah, his body is just exhausted to a point where it seems he hasn’t slept for four days, and hasn’t eaten anything either. His heartbeat is slightly fast, though that’s likely not because of anything being wrong, just… uhm, nervousness.
Angelo smacks him on the head with the stethoscope, lightly. “When was the last time you slept or ate?”
“…yesterday, about.”
Angelo takes out what is clearly ambrosia from his target bag, handing it over. “Eat. I found some weird cornbread hidden in one of the gaudy buildings.”
Grimacing, Elijah takes a piece of it and swallows it.
It tastes like your favourite comfort food! Also, roll a con saving throw to see if you spontaneously cobust!
*if you say so! :> as long as it doesn’t just immediately kill him.*
"YEah. That's his name. Although, he couldn't be farther away from an angel."
Angelo gives her a sideeye. “What’s your name? Sophia? Ella? Emily? Did your parents google ‘top ten baby names for girls’ when they named you?”
"... It's Leslie. Hmph."
“Oh. So they did do that. What’s with the bow? It looks way too big for you.”
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*I might make a new character, being a child of Lethe, goddess of forgetfulness and Oblivion.*
*cool! dementia patient character..*
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"Blood. A parent that may or may not care... I mean, training here is better than getting eaten by a manticore, I think"
“What the hell happened to all of you that you were being attacked by manticores and fairies and garden gnomes? I just want to be able to go where I want.” He says, scowling. There’s clearly something more to this, but he definitely doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it.
"... Well I dont know much of your experience and Im not going to pry into it, but murder monsters is the normal demigod experience. And youre sure to get it at some point out there. I mean thats where half my scars come from" she motions along her arms and face
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The Hetrochromatic boy is shown the to the cabin grounds, where he would enter the Hermes cabin (that's where the unclaimed children go right?) to get himself settled in, pulling his hood a bit further over his head and face to hide a bit more due to a rising wave of nervousness.
Iris stares at him blatantly, waving
He notices and gives a small wave back before he goes to search for a free bed. He seems to be a bit shy, choosing to awkwardly try to figure out where he should place himself rather then simply ask for help.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
She shrugs, smiling "Some people aren't nearly as bribable"
“Then they’re not resourceful. How else am I supposed to buy a smoothie?”
"The worst of people dont even like smoothies, is all Im saying!"
Angelo looks disgusted. “Maybe there are worse people in the world.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Nothing really seems to be wrong with Elijah, his body is just exhausted to a point where it seems he hasn’t slept for four days, and hasn’t eaten anything either. His heartbeat is slightly fast, though that’s likely not because of anything being wrong, just… uhm, nervousness.
Angelo smacks him on the head with the stethoscope, lightly. “When was the last time you slept or ate?”
“…yesterday, about.”
Angelo takes out what is clearly ambrosia from his target bag, handing it over. “Eat. I found some weird cornbread hidden in one of the gaudy buildings.”
Grimacing, Elijah takes a piece of it and swallows it.
It tastes like your favourite comfort food! Also, roll a con saving throw to see if you spontaneously cobust!
*if you say so! :> as long as it doesn’t just immediately kill him.*
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*Okie! It probably only wouldv'e happened if you rolled a nat one or something, so you'd be fine!*
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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.
"YEah. That's his name. Although, he couldn't be farther away from an angel."
Angelo gives her a sideeye. “What’s your name? Sophia? Ella? Emily? Did your parents google ‘top ten baby names for girls’ when they named you?”
"... It's Leslie. Hmph."
“Oh. So they did do that. What’s with the bow? It looks way too big for you.”
"It's a longbow... I used to do archery lessons..."
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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.
He looks over at the kid, watching him slashing a tree for a moment before he speaks. "Is that pessimism speaking, or experience?"
“Experience. I’ve been trying to get out of here for the past 24 hours.” He stabs at the tree again.
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He looks over at the kid, watching him slashing a tree for a moment before he speaks. "Is that pessimism speaking, or experience?"
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Grimacing, Elijah takes a piece of it and swallows it.
"... I swear, if you weren't my friend..."
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
“What the hell happened to all of you that you were being attacked by manticores and fairies and garden gnomes? I just want to be able to go where I want.” He says, scowling. There’s clearly something more to this, but he definitely doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
It tastes like your favourite comfort food! Also, roll a con saving throw to see if you spontaneously cobust!
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 gasps. “How dare you, my gosh, you can’t just say that!”
Iris stares at him blatantly, waving
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Alex opts out of answering and instead makes puppy eyes at him. “You won’t tell him, right?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*if you say so! :> as long as it doesn’t just immediately kill him.*
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“Oh. So they did do that. What’s with the bow? It looks way too big for you.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*cool! dementia patient character..*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"... Well I dont know much of your experience and Im not going to pry into it, but murder monsters is the normal demigod experience. And youre sure to get it at some point out there. I mean thats where half my scars come from" she motions along her arms and face
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
(I am back from dinner :D)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
He notices and gives a small wave back before he goes to search for a free bed. He seems to be a bit shy, choosing to awkwardly try to figure out where he should place himself rather then simply ask for help.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Angelo looks disgusted. “Maybe there are worse people in the world.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Okie! It probably only wouldv'e happened if you rolled a nat one or something, so you'd be fine!*
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
Caleb smiles. “Just try not to, please. I don’t wanna have to explain that I, your noble protector, let you get hurt. Mkay?” He chuckles.
"It's a longbow... I used to do archery lessons..."
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
“Experience. I’ve been trying to get out of here for the past 24 hours.” He stabs at the tree again.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*no, it’s much worse than that. Her dementia is contagious.*