“I haven’t done drugs yet. Those birds were definitely real, considering the cuts on my arms, and the fact that my favorite hoodie is no longer existent.”
“Did you cover yourself in birdseed? That tends to do the trick.” He looks them up and down. “Actually that is a pretty cool hoodie. Sorry for your loss.”
“No. I don’t think I did. Maybe I accidentally took some. But I don’t think owls eat birdseed.” He jumps to his feet takes off whats left of his hoodie and slings his bag over his shoulder “Do you know where we are. And I don’t mean New York.”
“No clue. But this random angry girl told me to go in that old big house over there where people will tell me where I am.” He looks in the direction, pausing. “I’m considering it.”
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*Shouldn't this be called like The Big House- a Percy Jackson tavern or something since The Big House is actually kinda taverny because it's a buiding?*
*at this point in time in the forums, a Tavern isn’t specifically referring to a building, it’s just another word for roleplay thread.*
*Well yeah, I know that, but I think it would just make more sence.*
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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.
"Phones and other technologies atract monsters! Don't use them! Very dangerous! Easy way to get killed! No thanks!"
“Oh my goodness… are you serious?! You’re saying monsters are real?!…” he pauses, blankly staring at the ground, thinking. “What kind of monsters?”
"The mean ones. The greek ones. The ones that will eat you. Like I said, the greek myths are real, blah blah blah. Have any questions, head tothe Big House and ask Dionysus to see the rientation film."
“I don’t know much about Greek monsters… are any of them… like… demons? Or like… vampires… sort of?”
"Yup! There certaintly are demons and monsters! In fact, a bunch of campers recently died in a big war against a the Titan lord of Time who wanted to destroy the world!"
“Alright… So you’re saying that this place is… like, a safe haven from those monsters? And I’m… like, half…” he begins to realize something. “No… that’s silly, you can’t be right… what. Is. Happening?!…” they say, mostly to himself.
"No. This place is not safe. Nowhere is completely safe. But it is safer. And, yes, you are half god. And as to what is happening? A lot of things."
“Okay… and by half god, you mean a Greek one, right? I’m not… half Jesus, right?”
Sitting on the roof of the hermes cabin is a lounging boy with a big smile, his dirty blonde hair cut shorter and messy with hazel eyes to match. He wears the classic tacky orange shirt of Camp Halfblood, as well as carries a razor sharp but light-looking spear. He’s got his eyes closed, humming quietly to himself as he sips on orange juice. The boy is almost unnaturally lanky - his legs are long and toned, exposed by a beaten up pair of cargo shorts and black-and-white running shoes.
He hears a familiar ‘whoosh,’ sound as the temperature around him drops. Then a couple of footsteps on the roof of the cabin near him, and suddenly a snowball hits his back. He can hear the one who threw it chuckling to himself a few feet away.
He yelps. “AH!!! COLD!” Alex promptly falls off the roof, though lands on his feet like a cat. “Caleb..” Alex says, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m the trickster guy here. Not you.”
He laughs, checking over the edge to look at Alex. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?” The temperature is around 45-50 degrees, so warmer than it usually is around Caleb.
Alex throws a pebble at him, sticking his tongue out. “Come here and give me a hug before I change my mind and pour orange juice all over your cabin bed.”
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
Clover sounds aghast at what Regina is implying. "No! It's a game of chance! Fair odds! Equal chance of winning!"
She sighs, looking slightly disappointed "I really dont see an issue with gaming the system, if thats what it takes.. Then what about learning the odds? Strategy off of it and such..?"
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"Phones and other technologies atract monsters! Don't use them! Very dangerous! Easy way to get killed! No thanks!"
“Oh my goodness… are you serious?! You’re saying monsters are real?!…” he pauses, blankly staring at the ground, thinking. “What kind of monsters?”
"The mean ones. The greek ones. The ones that will eat you. Like I said, the greek myths are real, blah blah blah. Have any questions, head tothe Big House and ask Dionysus to see the rientation film."
“I don’t know much about Greek monsters… are any of them… like… demons? Or like… vampires… sort of?”
"Yup! There certaintly are demons and monsters! In fact, a bunch of campers recently died in a big war against a the Titan lord of Time who wanted to destroy the world!"
“Alright… So you’re saying that this place is… like, a safe haven from those monsters? And I’m… like, half…” he begins to realize something. “No… that’s silly, you can’t be right… what. Is. Happening?!…” they say, mostly to himself.
"No. This place is not safe. Nowhere is completely safe. But it is safer. And, yes, you are half god. And as to what is happening? A lot of things."
“Okay… and by half god, you mean a Greek one, right? I’m not… half Jesus, right?”
"YEah. Half greek god. Not like... You're not Jesus."
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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.
"Psh! No secret place!" She points towards the big house "Right there. And I live in a cabin full of pickpockets.. I know how to not carry cash around. Though I admire the boldness"
“Hey, I’m easily bribable.” He says, folding his arms. “Do they have smoothies or something in that giant building that looks like it’s committing multiple building safety violations?”
"Well, one of the counsellors really like those uh... Aged grape smoothies, if you catch the metaphor? But we can see if you can get a less problematic one"
“Oh.” He pauses. “Yea, non alcoholic please. You know what? Sure. I’ll follow you to the creepy house for a mocktail.”
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*Shouldn't this be called like The Big House- a Percy Jackson tavern or something since The Big House is actually kinda taverny because it's a buiding?*
*at this point in time in the forums, a Tavern isn’t specifically referring to a building, it’s just another word for roleplay thread.*
*Well yeah, I know that, but I think it would just make more sence.*
*well yeah, but I think Camp Half-Blood sounds better, and it is the main setting. Good point though.*
"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
"... What book is it? Anything exciting?"
"Their book is called Abaddon's Gate. Part of a good series but I wouldn't really recommend it"
"Im not really a reader, anyways. Theres nothing really to win with books.." She pauses "Though, I suppose I should probably ask what its about"
"The series is about an alien virus and human power struggles. As for winning, not everything revolves around that you know"
"... Does if you ever want to be claimed. But I guess thats not everyones main concern."
She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
She shrugs "I... No reason, I guess. Doesn't make me want it less."
"Do you have any..." she goes into a fit of coughing, taking a red rag out of her pocket and putting it over her mouth
"You okay there? Caught a cold?"
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*did i miss a post? and yes definitely but i have to go in ten minutes *
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
Clover sounds aghast at what Regina is implying. "No! It's a game of chance! Fair odds! Equal chance of winning!"
She sighs, looking slightly disappointed "I really dont see an issue with gaming the system, if thats what it takes.. Then what about learning the odds? Strategy off of it and such..?"
"Learning the odds? Yeah! THats fine. Because, even if you do stratigize, in the end, it's always the same chance. You can't change the chances of drawinga certain card, you can just predict what it could be."
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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.
“Okay… and by half god, you mean a Greek one, right? I’m not… half Jesus, right?”
*i love him*
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"Psh! No secret place!" She points towards the big house "Right there. And I live in a cabin full of pickpockets.. I know how to not carry cash around. Though I admire the boldness"
“Hey, I’m easily bribable.” He says, folding his arms. “Do they have smoothies or something in that giant building that looks like it’s committing multiple building safety violations?”
"Well, one of the counsellors really like those uh... Aged grape smoothies, if you catch the metaphor? But we can see if you can get a less problematic one"
“Oh.” He pauses. “Yea, non alcoholic please. You know what? Sure. I’ll follow you to the creepy house for a mocktail.”
"How about a race there, then?" Before he can get a chance to respond she just says "Go!" And starts dashing
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"How about a race there, then?" Before he can get a chance to respond she just says "Go!" And starts dashing
“HEY!” He sprints after her, swearing. He’s decently fast - something you’d expect of maybe a runningback on a football team - but nothing out of the ordinary. “Cheater! You didn’t even cheat in a cool way!”
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"... Regina." Clover puts her hands on her hips. "Although I am thirteen years old, that does not mean I am young. I hve been here far longer than you. Now, tell me whats wrong."
"... Its never going to happen, you know? Getting claimed, I mean. It will for you, Im sure.. But I keep faltering right when I think Im improving. Of course noone would claim me as I am.. I need to get better. At something. Anything they might care about"
"...I've been here for ten years. I have not been claimed. So, either my parent doees not know of my existence, or... I dont know. But, Regina. Look at me. You are amazing! You a re great at what you do! You are already amazing at what you do! You don't need to change who you are to get their aproval. You're their child!"
".. Then Im improving for me. My own competitiveness" Deception: 20 "And besides... Great isnt winning. Amazing isn't winning. Im not going to slow down until Im the best. At uh... Something"
*Meet a daughter of Nike! With imposter syndrome!!*
"Hmph. Regina. Don't lie to me. I know when you're lying."
*Mee a daughter of Tyche with ungodly guessing skills.*
"Eh, doesn't much matter if I lie about it or not.. Youre not going to dissuade me from trying. Although.." She gets an impish smirk "You could try to help me get better at something, instead? Itd definitely stop me from choking out Ms. Structure and Posture over there" she motions to the Ares kid that she abandoned training with
"... Oh Oh no. No no no. I don't do fighting. Thats more of a other people thing. I help people get through their trauma. I don't want any trauma. No."
"Doesn't gotta be fighting!! Any hobby you know that I can learn how to win at!" She smiles "Trust me, Clover, I know youre one of the last people here deserving of a thrashing"
"... Thanks, Regina...? Um. REally, my only hobbies include games of chance or luck... Nothing you can really get better at... Unless you count being a therapist! I'm also good at that!"
"... How about.." she glances around, before whispering "Dice loading? Sleighting as you roll or shuffle?"
Clover gasps. "What?! No! I never cheat! why would I ever cheat?! What?!"
"Its certainly a way to get better at games of chance, aint it? Victory whatever it takes and all?"
Clover sounds aghast at what Regina is implying. "No! It's a game of chance! Fair odds! Equal chance of winning!"
She sighs, looking slightly disappointed "I really dont see an issue with gaming the system, if thats what it takes.. Then what about learning the odds? Strategy off of it and such..?"
"Learning the odds? Yeah! THats fine. Because, even if you do stratigize, in the end, it's always the same chance. You can't change the chances of drawinga certain card, you can just predict what it could be."
"What is it you have against knowing every card in order? I mean.. does it really matter if it was really random as long as there's the glory at the end..?"
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"UGH, GODSDAMMIT!! Blood and darkness and..." An onslaught of other minor explicitives come from a 15 year old girl with short, dark brown hair and golden eyes, as she storms away from a training ground, tossing her helmet and sword aside carelessly and frustratedly- as she leaves her sparring partner there on the field confused.
This isnt a very new sight for people who have been in the camp long. Regina, with scars and bruises up and down her arms and face, is known for getting a little too invested in anything shes doing. She wasnt always like this, some may know. For the first year she was here, she was intense and competitive, but not prone to ragequits and frustration when she was bested. However, after not being claimed in that year, she became far more short fused. Frustrated constantly. Almost as if she blamed herself for her parent not wanting to claim her.
She stops by one of the trees, kicking it in frustration, before hopping on one foot as she holds her self-inflicted stubbed toe is pain "Agh, darnit...."
Luna (intro a few posts up) sighs and rubs her fingers between her eyes "what was it this time?"
"A bad angle.. I flippin' angled the strike right past my crossguard and into my hand... And before that, through the parry into my shoulder" she sighs "Sorry for the distraction from your reading"
"it's fine" they take a piece of paper that is stained dark red in places and puts it in the book "i was getting to a stopping place anyway"
"... What book is it? Anything exciting?"
"Their book is called Abaddon's Gate. Part of a good series but I wouldn't really recommend it"
"Im not really a reader, anyways. Theres nothing really to win with books.." She pauses "Though, I suppose I should probably ask what its about"
"The series is about an alien virus and human power struggles. As for winning, not everything revolves around that you know"
"... Does if you ever want to be claimed. But I guess thats not everyones main concern."
She sighs "why does it matter anyways?" her tone is slightly resentful
She shrugs "I... No reason, I guess. Doesn't make me want it less."
"Do you have any..." she goes into a fit of coughing, taking a red rag out of her pocket and putting it over her mouth
"You okay there? Caught a cold?"
"it's nothing" She leans against a tree "just happens every once in a while"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
Sitting on the roof of the hermes cabin is a lounging boy with a big smile, his dirty blonde hair cut shorter and messy with hazel eyes to match. He wears the classic tacky orange shirt of Camp Halfblood, as well as carries a razor sharp but light-looking spear. He’s got his eyes closed, humming quietly to himself as he sips on orange juice. The boy is almost unnaturally lanky - his legs are long and toned, exposed by a beaten up pair of cargo shorts and black-and-white running shoes.
He hears a familiar ‘whoosh,’ sound as the temperature around him drops. Then a couple of footsteps on the roof of the cabin near him, and suddenly a snowball hits his back. He can hear the one who threw it chuckling to himself a few feet away.
He yelps. “AH!!! COLD!” Alex promptly falls off the roof, though lands on his feet like a cat. “Caleb..” Alex says, trying to suppress a smile. “I’m the trickster guy here. Not you.”
He laughs, checking over the edge to look at Alex. “I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?” The temperature is around 45-50 degrees, so warmer than it usually is around Caleb.
Alex throws a pebble at him, sticking his tongue out. “Come here and give me a hug before I change my mind and pour orange juice all over your cabin bed.”
“-gasp- you would never.” He says, dodging the pebble. He jumps down, clumsily slowing his descent with a gust of wind, walking over to Alex and giving him a hug. It’s cold at first, but Caleb warms up to normal human temperature after a few seconds.
*quote chains guys. please. just put like, replying to chris at the top and dont quote*
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“No clue. But this random angry girl told me to go in that old big house over there where people will tell me where I am.” He looks in the direction, pausing. “I’m considering it.”
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(you want to rp cyno?)
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
*Well yeah, I know that, but I think it would just make more sence.*
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
“Okay… and by half god, you mean a Greek one, right? I’m not… half Jesus, right?”
Alex throws a pebble at him, sticking his tongue out. “Come here and give me a hug before I change my mind and pour orange juice all over your cabin bed.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She sighs, looking slightly disappointed "I really dont see an issue with gaming the system, if thats what it takes.. Then what about learning the odds? Strategy off of it and such..?"
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)
"YEah. Half greek god. Not like... You're not Jesus."
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
“Oh.” He pauses. “Yea, non alcoholic please. You know what? Sure. I’ll follow you to the creepy house for a mocktail.”
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*well yeah, but I think Camp Half-Blood sounds better, and it is the main setting. Good point though.*
"You okay there? Caught a cold?"
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)
*did i miss a post? and yes definitely but i have to go in ten minutes *
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Learning the odds? Yeah! THats fine. Because, even if you do stratigize, in the end, it's always the same chance. You can't change the chances of drawinga certain card, you can just predict what it could be."
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 love him*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"How about a race there, then?" Before he can get a chance to respond she just says "Go!" And starts dashing
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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(I replied to ya a bit back. i'll try and find it)
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
“HEY!” He sprints after her, swearing. He’s decently fast - something you’d expect of maybe a runningback on a football team - but nothing out of the ordinary. “Cheater! You didn’t even cheat in a cool way!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"What is it you have against knowing every card in order? I mean.. does it really matter if it was really random as long as there's the glory at the end..?"
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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"it's nothing" She leans against a tree "just happens every once in a while"
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
“-gasp- you would never.” He says, dodging the pebble. He jumps down, clumsily slowing his descent with a gust of wind, walking over to Alex and giving him a hug. It’s cold at first, but Caleb warms up to normal human temperature after a few seconds.
*quote chains guys. please. just put like, replying to chris at the top and dont quote*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ