"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
The kid with the blue hair is hanging around the Hermes cabin. You can assume his cabin has probably not been built yet.
Violet is hanging around the library.
Valor is chilling in the arena.
*Mmmm... the desire to make a new character or at least bring in a n existing one so I can RP more is intensifying...*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A small, shorter-looking person enters the camp, looking quite down.
*Kinda rusty with rps.*
*YAYYYY!*
They see a tall, dark skinned man with brown hair, and warm amber eyes, walking around, somewhat confused.
*It's one of my older, more developed characters. You should know exactly who they are.*
They approach said person, walking awkwardly towards them, saying 'Hello.'
*I SHOUOLD?!?!? I'M NOW RACKING MY MEMORY FOR ANYTING ABOUT THEM UHHHHH*
He flinches, as if startled. "Oh! I uh... didn't see you there."
*It's one of my most developed characters, in the OG CHB*
"Ah, sorry to startle you."
*OH GODS I REMEMBER LIKE FIVE THINGS ABOUT THE OG CHB UHHHH*
"N-no, it's no problem... I'm fine. Uh... are you new here as well?"
"Depending on what you qualify as new."
"Like... just got here? What other meanings does the word have?"
"No, then I'm not new."
"Huh. Cool, cool. So, uh... what's this place's whole deal?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A small, shorter-looking person enters the camp, looking quite down.
*Kinda rusty with rps.*
*YAYYYY!*
They see a tall, dark skinned man with brown hair, and warm amber eyes, walking around, somewhat confused.
*It's one of my older, more developed characters. You should know exactly who they are.*
They approach said person, walking awkwardly towards them, saying 'Hello.'
*I SHOUOLD?!?!? I'M NOW RACKING MY MEMORY FOR ANYTING ABOUT THEM UHHHHH*
He flinches, as if startled. "Oh! I uh... didn't see you there."
*It's one of my most developed characters, in the OG CHB*
"Ah, sorry to startle you."
*OH GODS I REMEMBER LIKE FIVE THINGS ABOUT THE OG CHB UHHHH*
"N-no, it's no problem... I'm fine. Uh... are you new here as well?"
"Depending on what you qualify as new."
"Like... just got here? What other meanings does the word have?"
"No, then I'm not new."
"Huh. Cool, cool. So, uh... what's this place's whole deal?"
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A small, shorter-looking person enters the camp, looking quite down.
*Kinda rusty with rps.*
*YAYYYY!*
They see a tall, dark skinned man with brown hair, and warm amber eyes, walking around, somewhat confused.
*It's one of my older, more developed characters. You should know exactly who they are.*
They approach said person, walking awkwardly towards them, saying 'Hello.'
*I SHOUOLD?!?!? I'M NOW RACKING MY MEMORY FOR ANYTING ABOUT THEM UHHHHH*
He flinches, as if startled. "Oh! I uh... didn't see you there."
*It's one of my most developed characters, in the OG CHB*
"Ah, sorry to startle you."
*OH GODS I REMEMBER LIKE FIVE THINGS ABOUT THE OG CHB UHHHH*
"N-no, it's no problem... I'm fine. Uh... are you new here as well?"
"Depending on what you qualify as new."
"Like... just got here? What other meanings does the word have?"
"No, then I'm not new."
"Huh. Cool, cool. So, uh... what's this place's whole deal?"
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
"But... why?"
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
Yuki shrugs, ears swaying a bit, "Mostly, but not safe from the gods, titans, primordial beings, and the like."
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta...
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
*Heheheheheheh I have made two characters for this heheheheheh*
*play being Cass with me*
*SHER*
*okokok you go first or whatever*
*HEHEHHE IVE BEEN WAITING TO GET A PLACE TO BRING MY SON INTO AN RP PLACE IT IS FINALLY TIME*
A lone figure walks up the hill, stopping at the tree. He has dark skin, and amber eyes. The left half of his face is covered by a swirling vaguely claw-shaped tattoo, and they have long brown hair. He's wearing a dirty white cotton shirt, a green puffy vest over it, and torn cargo pants. Several belts loop around his waist, with various pockets attached to them. Two daggers sit in sheaths on his waist, but they look unused and mostly ornamental.
A kid leans against the side of the tree, brushing his auburn hair out of his face and pulling his black hoodie up. He wears black sweatpants-inappropriate in the scathing weather, and he chuckles. “Hey fancy. Suppose you’re here for camp?”
He looks over, startled a bit. "Hm? Oh! Yeah. Camp. That's where I needed to be... Yeah." He looks around nervously. "Uh... who are you?"
“The name’s Cass. You?”
*sorry was busy*
"Uh- Zarial?" He fingers through the various pouches on his belt.
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
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"Who are you?" Says a feminine voice up in the tree. You can't see anything but a pair of golden eyes.
"Uh- Me? Oh- shoot. Uh-... My name's Georgia." She stumbles a bit, before looking at the golden eyes.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A figure climbs down, the first thing you notice is the long white hair, then fox ears. She's wearing an orange shirt that says "Camp Half-Blood". She sticks out her hand, "Name's Yuki!" *notices the blood* "Are you hurt?"
“Nice to meet you, Zarial. Welcome.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
The kid with the blue hair is hanging around the Hermes cabin. You can assume his cabin has probably not been built yet.
Violet is hanging around the library.
Valor is chilling in the arena.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Huh? Oh- no, this is old blood. Not even mine! ... I think..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Yeah... um. Where... where exactly is 'here'?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*Mmmm... the desire to make a new character or at least bring in a n existing one so I can RP more is intensifying...*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"No, then I'm not new."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans, and a Pansexual pancake
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Because it's supposed to be safe here. IT is, right?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Huh. Cool, cool. So, uh... what's this place's whole deal?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"So basically, we have demigods here, which means that you are the child of one of the many Greek gods out there. But you also have one mortal parent. We train to fight and kill monsters here, which we do when we get quests."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans, and a Pansexual pancake
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Yeah. Just got here. Do people usually arrive like this?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"But... why?"
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Yuki shrugs, ears swaying a bit, "Mostly, but not safe from the gods, titans, primordial beings, and the like."
*I can intro!*
Felix has finished his meal and has wandered outside.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Kitsumiho! Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/They
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Aig amannan bidh mi air mo ghlacadh ro mhòr an-dràsta..."Because otherwise they'll kill us."
Hello! Call me Tana or 타나
My pronouns are Any/All/BOC
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, SuperDog, and Foalin.
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans, and a Pansexual pancake
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.