"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.
"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.
"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.
*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.
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.
"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.
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.
*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.
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.
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.
"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, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
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!
"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. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
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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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
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. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"Cool! Why'd you come to camp?"
"No, then I'm not new."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
“Camp. Duh. Oh wait-you’re a newbie? Ughhhhhhh.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"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
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"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.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
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, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
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!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!"Because otherwise they'll kill us."
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
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]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
“No they usually arrive dying. Consider yourself lucky.”
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.