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Arashi Orimasu
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Arashi is a tall and rather slender girl. She stands at six foot even without shoes and she tends to be a little sensitive about her literally god given height. She weighs in at 120 lbs, most of which is muscle mass. She isn't some over-zealous body builder, but a life of combat and training does leave one with a rather toned and developed body. Her chest isn't very big and also contributes to her insecurities, of which in terms of her appearance, she has many.
Her hair is a very light shade of brown with odd streaks of a slightly more grey colour perpetuating here and there. Her nose is soft and rounded, no real point forming, but no wide girth either, leaving it as fairly unremarkable. Her lips are soft and naturally full and she'd claim herself that they were her best feature... sad as it sounds to have lips as your best feature. However, anyone else asked would most likely comment on her eyes, deep pools of varying shades of grey. Darker and lighter tones intermingling to form something of a shimmering surface of clay. They give a soft and patient feeling, representing her kind and doting nature. Though when angry, they begin to glow with faint ripples of red, another unwanted gift from her father.
Occasionally another, darker colour is reflected throughout, though why this is has never really been apparent to her.
In combat, Arashi wears a shimmering suit of plate armor. The only meaningful gift her mother ever gave her. It belonged to her grandfather, passed down, refitted and altered for each whom wore it by his own ancestry, it had been maintained through generations in this way. Her grandfather had been a powerful general said to be a demon on the battlefield, he wore the armor as a sign of strength and merciless virtue in the face of his enemies. Why then, would Arashi wear the suit at all?
Because he quit.
Arashi's grandfather had left the army despite the protests of his supposedly greatest superior in order to start a family life and to leave killing and death behind... his superior abandoned him, calling him worthless... but he didn't care. In memory of the man who stood against war despite having the power to cause it, Arashi wears this armor into battle with pride.
When in her everyday life however, Arashi prefers a simple and casual outfit. Nothing special or flashy, a pair of jeans that fit just right, a blue top to match. She wears flat brown shoes to avoid being any taller. The scarf she wears is comfortable and the warmth gives her a little bit more confidence to walk around and look like a normal girl. The wrist watch is more for practicality than fashion, it only looks expensive trust her... she likes being punctual, what can she say?
Determined | Patient | Leader | Shy | Unstable
From a young age Arashi has been determined to make something of herself and become a better person than the person she was supposedly destined to be. She disdains the idea of being manipulated and used as a tool for furthering war and violence and she finds no greater pride than that which she finds in the act of mercy and diplomacy. She is a sworn protector of those weaker than her and she can sometimes come across as overbearing and overprotective to those whom she deeply cares for. Her ideals are far removed from those of her father, war is not something she will ever willfully bring about.
Be it combat, people or simply waiting in line, Arashi has developed a deep seethed patience within herself thanks to hours of meditation and breathing techniques. The girl could sit and watch paint dry without complaint if she had to. Only when lost in a sea of combat can she lose the refined edge of calm that keeps her and her emotions in check. This sort of inner peace that she has attained proves very useful to her as she interacts with others and deals with those of a less... agreeable disposition. It allows her to remain polite, forward and confident in more strenuous and sometimes dangerous situations.
Arashi is a natural born leader. Her protective nature, ability to inspire her allies with purpose and willpower and calm disposition make her true strengths lie not with direct combat, but instead in supporting and directing her comrades upon the field of battle. She's the kind of person that one finds easier to talk to than most, the big sister type that leads to others appreciating and even admiring her. Even those of a higher ranking than her tend to appreciate and reward her enthusiasm and talents in inspiration... Ares himself can find some small bit of pride in his daughter here, unable to deny her talent as a general regardless of her beliefs.
Beneath the polite and calm front and nestled somewhere between patience and leadership, one will find that Arashi can be very self conscious and shy. She adores cute things and can't resist animals and the more adorable mythical beasts. She'd openly cuddle anything in range if alone, though with others around it's contained to internal squeaking. It's easy to make her blush if one needs to say... and vehement aggression and insults may not dent her professional attitude, but one compliment about her eyes and suddenly she finds it hard not to stutter.
Hidden deeper still... at her very core, something is wrong with Arashi. There's a little flicker of something darker, something she struggles to keep under control. Something worse than anything she embodies, something worse than even Ares. Combat is both a physical and internal struggle as this disturbing and harmful force festers in her. A despicable blood lust, a desire not to start wars... but to end them swiftly and without mercy. Why use diplomacy when you can fight? Why fight when you can kill? She doesn't know where it comes from, but it's unnatural... it isn't coming from her. It's not even coming from her father. Whatever it is, it renders her personality worryingly unstable at key moments. Sleepless nights, uncharacteristic behavior a strange and frankly terrifyingly cruel behavior during combat. It's like there's an entirely different person living inside of her. It is all she can do to force it back through meditation and willpower.
Member of the Greek pantheon and their descendants have often disputed the existence of the Shinto Gods of creation. For better or for worse they cannot be proven to exist, however there is nothing to say that they simply exist on another plain of existence, out of our reach and knowledge. If they are real, then there are no demigods of theirs to speak of roaming planet Earth, at least not in our time.
Regardless, human beings have long worshiped that which they cannot see. They have since time immemorial offered their prayers up to beings that they have no proof of existence for, one way or another. In this way... these Shinto Gods are just as real as any Greek or Roman pantheon. Though if anyone is to answer their prayers, it would have to be a member of the latter.
That was the case at the Shinto shrine of Takemikazuchi, shinto God of war.
He came to Aka in a blaze of red fire. The most powerful looking man she had ever seen. She fell to her knees in the face of one she thought to be the God she had worshiped for so long. Though in truth, the one whom stood before her was Ares, a God of War yes, though not the one she was expecting. Though she didn't need to know that. He spoke to her in a voice that was deceptively soft, spoke to her of her family, a lineage of powerful warriors that had fought in battle after battle after battle. Spoke to her of a blessing upon their bloodline. An heir to their family and an heir to godhood.
It did not take much for the young priestess, eager to serve her God, to be convinced to bear the child of Ares.
The Orimasu family was famed in their small village. A lineage of almighty warriors whom had fought in many wars. Aka's own father had been a famous general whom served in World War 2, striking fear into his enemies as "The Iron Soldier", a man whom strode confidently into battle wearing old, traditional metal armor. He had left the war early, disgusted by his actions, but Ares still valued the blood of one so unnaturally strong in combat.
There were many reasons in fact, that Ares valued this families blood.
After impregnating Aka Ares left, instructing her to train the child in the old ways of samurai and martial warriors. He informed her that he had plans for her, plans beyond anything she could comprehend... nine months later, Arashi Orimasu was born.
Arashi never lead a normal life, she was home schooled by her mother and didn't get out much, only ever staying around the shrine and her home on a nearby hill. She was taught from a young age that her father was something beyond mortal comprehension. Her mother told her he was a God, but as she grew older and wiser it was ever clearer in her mind that this had to be a lie. She never realised that her life was anything out of the norm, she had been raised to read and fight, she had learned the ways of the samurai from her mother and from the various tomes and scrolls left behind by her family. As Ares had wanted, she began to quickly understand their bloodlust, their aggression and their merciless treatment of their enemies.
However there was something else he hadn't accounted for. Arashi followed more than just the teachings of violence and unbeknownst to all involved, a sense of passion honor and duty began to build up and brew in her soul. Her strikes were disciplined, swift and fair. She did not see combat as a means of attaining glory and glory alone, she saw it instead as a necessary evil to protect ones dignity, pride, family and home. As her ancestors before her. she mastered the blade not in the hopes of killing and murder, not for the pure purpose of war and aggression, but as a means of protection, of discipline and as a way for her to flow like the World around her, the blade was an extension of herself and she was an extension of the world around her. She meditated often to calm herself and find inner peace, despite her mother never teaching her to do so... and watching with idle interest at his experiment of a child, Ares grew ever more angry as he sensed his daughters latent desires to supress the way she was supposed to be destined to bring.
She was a failure. A natural trainee... but she would never be what he wanted her to be. So he decided upon a way to deal with the issue that would bring him a mild amount of interest.
So it was that on the morn of her sixteenth year he appeared before her in a blaze of red flames.
Arashi called for her mother, but found no response. Ares smiled at the girl and engaged in a slow and sarcastic clap. "Arashi... are you really the sort to call for your mother in front of a mysterious force?"
Her hand sat on the hilt of her blade as she gazed into the eyes of the man standing before her. They began to glow a vibrant red, fazing in and out of aggressive shades of bloodlust as he took a step forward, clicking his fingers and watching with glee Arashi's shocked expression at her blade turning to dust. He spoke softly after that, he told her of the pantheon of Greek Gods, her heritage, his deception and manipulation of Arashi's mother and her faith. How Ako had never wanted a daughter... how she had complied regardless not because she had wanted Arashi, but because Ares asked her to do it.
He explained how she was his experimental project, how he had wanted to create a perfect warrior of bloodlust, a general of his armies and how Arashi and her behavior had disappointed him one time too many in that regard. Expressions of shock transformed into a glower of hatred from Arashi, but this only seemed to egg Ares on further.
"Don't worry darling, even I'm not the type to abandon a child completely without a second thought... here." With a wave of his hand the ground seemed to shift ever so slightly... and from the small crack rose a black curved katana. It shone with a subtle red light from a ruby embedded at the hilt and the edge itself seemed more like some sort of ebony stone. He described it to her as a "blade of monstrous bane, carved from the spine of a deadlier creature than you'll ever face". With a clap of his hands the blade materialized at the girls sheath causing her to jump a little in shock.
She almost missed as she fumbled to catch the round object he threw towards her next. When she looked back at him there was something strange in his gaze... something closer to sorrow or regret than anger and condemnation. "If you beat the odds... this will show you the way." He turned to leave then before Arashi even knew what to say... and with a final word he spoke.
"Arashi Orimasu. I am Ares, God of war... and I am your father."
With that he disappeared into a swathe of red fire... and his presence was replaced by a deafening roar. At the bottom of the hill that held Arashi's home at its peak there was a treeline and now rupturing from that guarded place was the sound of splintering wood, a creature of unbelievable magnitude staggering out. It's body bulky and muscular... its head that of a bulls. Arashi would have screamed, she would have run for her life, if not for a strange force dwelling inside her... a pittance of power suddenly granted to her. It filled her with rage, with power and with a lust for victory. She felt a heat around her, intense yet she did not burn, it was like her desire to unleash her latent emotions come manifest.
She drew the black blade at her hilt and the ruby gemstone began to glow furiously... as red flames began to envelop Arashi's form. She felt invincible, like nothing could stop her. The fire enveloped her body and she roared, charging down the hill with her blade gripped between her hands. She jumped forward, the edge shining through the air as she brought it down hard upon her mythical opponent.
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Over the next year the red flames of her father never manifested again as they had when she slew the minotaur. However, she noticed new abilities manifesting inside of her that hadn't existed before. She could control weaponry as if it were her birthright... and even the emotions of combat innate to the human race could not escape her control.
She had searched for her mother at first, but never did she find her. Lost, alone and without any place to go. She followed the one thing she had left to point the way, the small golden compass in her hand. Spitting on the name of her so called father, she took all money from the shrine that had been dedicated to or donated in the name of this "God of War". So her journey finally began.
She traveled for the majority of the year, using the money she had to buy some more modern clothes and catch a boat that went in the direction that her compass pointed her. Occasionally when alone she was beset upon by otherworldly creatures, monsters and machinations of mysterious and unknown intent, they sought her life but she claimed theirs, time and time again... as from the skies above her father looked down with a strange combination of regret and awe.
Eventually she reached the city she sought, the compass had to be leading here, it had to be. It's movements became more erratic indicating how close she really was... and after yet another tiresome walk by foot she stood there, with genuine surprise and confusion, at the entrance to what looked like an ordinary American school... and she saw sitting in front of it, upon a step and looking at her with concern and kindness, an expression she was very unused to, was a middle aged man wearing a black suit, white shirt and black tie to match.
"Miss Arashi Orimasu I presume? Welcome home, we've been expecting you."
Arashi is the daughter of Ares. Greek God of War.
Telumkinesis:
Inherited straight from her father, this trait is stronger in her than any other, though it is altered slightly by her changed perspective. She is able to conjure and wield any weapon she is trained to use. As well as this, she excels at mastering weapons and is capable of mastering a weapon in a matter of weeks where most would spend years. She is also able to curse weapons she masters to have negative effects or to perform poorly in general... however her desire for fair and honorable combat gives her a sense of self loathing towards any consideration of this tactic.
Ares Blessing:
Though it is very rare due to her disdain for and dispute with her fathers ideals, Ares still caring for her leads to his occasional bestowing of his blessing to Arashi. The blessing takes the form of red fire around her body and grants her temporary invincibility.
Odikinesis:
Odikinesis, or the ability to manipulate feelings and emotions of war (such as hate and rage), is an ability Arashi uses subtly but often. She is capable of inducing a tactical rage in her opponents leading them to behave sloppily in combat and present her with more openings to strike. She can also use it to taunt and anger opponents, drawing their attention away from her allies and onto her. Unlike her father however, she also uses the ability to instill her allies with the positive things a war can bring forth, purpose, determination and hope... granting them a second wind when they need it most.
Edward Trayton - The Renegade ~ From Titans:Reborn
"I am not my father. I will wage many wars, but just as many I shall quell."
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Name: Analise and Isobelle (Anabelle) Quinn
Gender: Both female
Age: 16
Appearance:
The two are identical in appearance in every possible way, though Isobelle appears much more beautiful, almost enchantingly so. This is a gift from her grandmother, Aphrodite.
The twins' skin is soft and flawless; pale but glowing with life. They have rosy cheeks and rounded facial features, with large, brownish-red doe eyes and thick eyelashes. Their hair is a pastel orange color, and incredibly thick and unruly. They keep it at the same length (to the hips) and will often times braid it together as a pastime.
In regards to stature, the twins are petite. Standing only at 5 feet and 2 inches, and weighing only 96 pounds. Analise's nails are painted black, whereas Lanabelle's are painted white; the only visible distinction between them.
Attire: As is the majority of their appearances, the twins' choices of clothing are identical, aside from their bracelets. They both wear flowing, red dresses with puffy sleeves, and pink slippers. In their hair they have fluffy gray headbands.
Both twins wear six glass bracelets each. Three for each wrist. Analise has bracelets that are blue and black, whereas Lanabelle has bracelets that are blue and white.
Personality: Together (and they are always together unless forced apart) the twins have identical personalities. They are polite and friendly, though not particularly warm. They emanate a sort of irresistible charisma, and tend to act very wise and mature. They have a sense of humor, and love to laugh. They like reading and sketching, spending most of their free time on these two subjects.
The twins, when together, tend to function as one person, mentally. In fact, they go as far as to refer to themselves as a singular person: Anabelle. They speak together and tend to have the same objectives, and although they are known to use their unique connection to multitask, they are never far apart.
When separated for more than 10 minutes, their personalities will quickly begin to grow distinct. Analise will become grouchy, and irritable. She will become short-tempered and deceitful, and very assertive. The longer she is away from Isobelle, she will begin to become sadistic, and very emotionally unstable. She relies on Isobelle to maintain her sanity.
Isobelle, on the other hand, will become almost sickeningly kind and compassionate, and particularly insecure. She will become quiet and timid, and easily frightened.
Isobelle's deterioration functions differently from that of Analise. She becomes crippled by paranoia, and is prone to panic attacks as well as nonstop crying. She relies on her sister for mental courage.
Godly Parent: Adrestia, goddess of revolt and sublime balance between good and evil.
History:
Isobelle and Analise spent their childhood in a small town in Germany, and spent the majority of their time in either the office of a doctor or a therapist. Their single father was obsessed with separating them, though no one was successful. When separated, all they could think about was getting back together, and no amount of therapy was able to fix that.
As they aged, the twins became even closer to each other. They spoke in unison, felt each other's pain, and acted as though they could see through each other's eyes. Their oddness didn't stop there. They began to develop their own unique sets of abilities that created a definition between them. Analise developed the powers of their grandfather, Ares, whereas Isobelle developed the abilities of Aphrodite, their grandmother.
At the age of 16, the twins' father immediately sent them on an airplane to New York without warning, telling them it was for their own good.
And so their adventures began.
Abilities:
The twins' abilities are what individualizes them most. Analise draws power from Ares, possessing inhuman strength and endurance, as well as agility.
Isobelle, on the other hand, draws power from Aphrodite. Although the two are identical in appearance, Isobelle is always said to be much more beautiful than Analise, and uses this to her advantage when she utilizes charmspeak. Although she lacks the training to make full use of her powers, she can use her voice to enchant and persuade people to some extent, especially those who have fallen in love with her.
When together, the twins get a small touch of each other's abilities. Analise is more beautiful when with Isobelle, and Isobelle is stronger when with Analise. They compliment each other.
Roleplay Sample:
The Medication (Titans)
Yay! Accepted! I should probably edit the OP with the players before I forget.
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Okay, I have a character in mind, but I can't make an SU quite yet. I should have it up sometime next week. I'm going for a daughter of Boreas.
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Because I wanted to get this out ASAP, I didn't make my own CSS for it. So here's my sign up sheet featuring Infinite's CSS!
By the way, this is my first time; so if I'm doing anything wrong, please let me know!
Appearance:
Standing at a not-so-whopping 5" 6', Archy has a somewhat lean figure. He's a Caucasian young man with obsidian-black hair, freckles, and brown eyes. He also speaks in a British accent. 'Cuz let's face it. Who doesn't think British accents are cool?
Attire:
Due to his sheer laziness about clothing, he always wears a T-Shirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt. He always carries a deck of trading cards he created on his belt as a good luck charm.
Personality:
Archelaus has a semi-playful attitude, and is constantly joking about everything, even if no one laughs. Due to living on the streets however, he has a darker, more mysterious side to him. He's often lost in his own thoughts and imagination, and tries to think through situations as well as possible (though they don't always go as planned), he also has major acrophobia.
History:
When Archelaus was five years old, Archy's father, Mr. Fredrick Courson, left him in foster care at Birmingham, England. About 4 years later, he was moved to a group home in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. He only lived with his cruel foster mother, Ms. Henrietta Goldberg.
One year later, Archy came home from school to find that Goldberg wasn't home. Naturally, he used this opportunity to go and explore the city, because Goldberg rarely let him outside (usually just to go to and from school, and to clean the porch). So, he went downtown. Archy was mesmerized by the size and prestige of the buildings. He explored, for hours. He started to get hungry, and he had no money, so he headed home. Of course, Goldberg was there to punish him. She sent him upstairs to his room with no dinner. Archy then proceeded to work on the card game he was working on for months for him and his friends. This is gonna be the greatest game ever! he thought. Just when he finished sketching a dragon for his game, he could hear Goldberg screaming. "Give me more time!" she cried. "Her wards are too powerful for me to kill him yet!" Archy sneaks downstairs, dragon sketch in hand, to see that his old, stern foster mother was yelling at a... rainbow? Once he looked more closely, he saw that there was a shadowy figure inside the rainbow. Goldberg swiftly turns, and she starts shrieking in a language that Archy didn't understand; and just like that, horror movie style, she starts to change. Archy's eyes widened in horror as fur sprouted all over her head, her hands turned into hooves. A tail sprouted out, no, a snake? The creature that used to be Ms. Goldberg roared, foaming at the mouth. She pounced, and when she was inches away from his face, a dragon burst through the wall and attacked the creature. Archy realized though, that the dragon that was defending him, was the dragon he just drew! He looked at his drawing and he saw that his sketch wasn't there! There was just an empty piece of paper. He ran upstairs, grabbed the rest of his drawings, and ran. Just as the house exploded in flames.
(Side Note: I guess the rest of this would count as my Roleplay Sample?)
Five years later, Archelaus Courson is laying in his alleyway he calls home, contemplating on what happened on that night. He recalled one time when he was reading at the school library, and the books on the shelf started moving. The shelf then toppled over.
"Hey Phineas." he said to the older man that was sleeping there with him that night. "Phineas!"
"Huh?" he muttered.
"Have you ever experienced something that you couldn't explain? That you thought was too crazy to tell anyone else?"
"No, why do you ask?" he replied.
Archy then proceede to tell Phineas what happened that night. They say in complete silence afterwards. Archy was certain that Phineas was going to laugh in his face or something like that.
"C'mon kid, we're leavin'." he grunted.
"What?"
"If we leave now, we can make it there by mornin'."
"What? Where are we going?"
"Yer goin' to school..."
*Epic Them Music Plays*
Abilities:
Mist Control - This ability allows the user to manipulate how others perceive things, but only if the person's mind is weaker or less resilient than the caster's.
Mistforms - This allows the user to both create, and trap beings and items into cards. The caster can then summon and "re-trap" them at will, but this requires the caster's energy. Thus, wearing them out quickly.
By the way, this is my first time; so if I'm doing anything wrong, please let me know!
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Name: *hits random name generator* Archelaus "Archy" Courson I guess?
Gender: Male
Age: 15
godly Parent: Hekate - goddess of the Mist and Magic
Gender: Male
Age: 15
godly Parent: Hekate - goddess of the Mist and Magic
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Appearance:
Standing at a not-so-whopping 5" 6', Archy has a somewhat lean figure. He's a Caucasian young man with obsidian-black hair, freckles, and brown eyes. He also speaks in a British accent. 'Cuz let's face it. Who doesn't think British accents are cool?
Attire:
Due to his sheer laziness about clothing, he always wears a T-Shirt, jeans, and a sweatshirt. He always carries a deck of trading cards he created on his belt as a good luck charm.
Personality:
Archelaus has a semi-playful attitude, and is constantly joking about everything, even if no one laughs. Due to living on the streets however, he has a darker, more mysterious side to him. He's often lost in his own thoughts and imagination, and tries to think through situations as well as possible (though they don't always go as planned), he also has major acrophobia.
History:
When Archelaus was five years old, Archy's father, Mr. Fredrick Courson, left him in foster care at Birmingham, England. About 4 years later, he was moved to a group home in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. He only lived with his cruel foster mother, Ms. Henrietta Goldberg.
One year later, Archy came home from school to find that Goldberg wasn't home. Naturally, he used this opportunity to go and explore the city, because Goldberg rarely let him outside (usually just to go to and from school, and to clean the porch). So, he went downtown. Archy was mesmerized by the size and prestige of the buildings. He explored, for hours. He started to get hungry, and he had no money, so he headed home. Of course, Goldberg was there to punish him. She sent him upstairs to his room with no dinner. Archy then proceeded to work on the card game he was working on for months for him and his friends. This is gonna be the greatest game ever! he thought. Just when he finished sketching a dragon for his game, he could hear Goldberg screaming. "Give me more time!" she cried. "Her wards are too powerful for me to kill him yet!" Archy sneaks downstairs, dragon sketch in hand, to see that his old, stern foster mother was yelling at a... rainbow? Once he looked more closely, he saw that there was a shadowy figure inside the rainbow. Goldberg swiftly turns, and she starts shrieking in a language that Archy didn't understand; and just like that, horror movie style, she starts to change. Archy's eyes widened in horror as fur sprouted all over her head, her hands turned into hooves. A tail sprouted out, no, a snake? The creature that used to be Ms. Goldberg roared, foaming at the mouth. She pounced, and when she was inches away from his face, a dragon burst through the wall and attacked the creature. Archy realized though, that the dragon that was defending him, was the dragon he just drew! He looked at his drawing and he saw that his sketch wasn't there! There was just an empty piece of paper. He ran upstairs, grabbed the rest of his drawings, and ran. Just as the house exploded in flames.
(Side Note: I guess the rest of this would count as my Roleplay Sample?)
Five years later, Archelaus Courson is laying in his alleyway he calls home, contemplating on what happened on that night. He recalled one time when he was reading at the school library, and the books on the shelf started moving. The shelf then toppled over.
"Hey Phineas." he said to the older man that was sleeping there with him that night. "Phineas!"
"Huh?" he muttered.
"Have you ever experienced something that you couldn't explain? That you thought was too crazy to tell anyone else?"
"No, why do you ask?" he replied.
Archy then proceede to tell Phineas what happened that night. They say in complete silence afterwards. Archy was certain that Phineas was going to laugh in his face or something like that.
"C'mon kid, we're leavin'." he grunted.
"What?"
"If we leave now, we can make it there by mornin'."
"What? Where are we going?"
"Yer goin' to school..."
*Epic Them Music Plays*
Abilities:
Mist Control - This ability allows the user to manipulate how others perceive things, but only if the person's mind is weaker or less resilient than the caster's.
Mistforms - This allows the user to both create, and trap beings and items into cards. The caster can then summon and "re-trap" them at will, but this requires the caster's energy. Thus, wearing them out quickly.
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Alright, Summoning creatures is cool, but then you also have mist control and magic listed. I think maybe if you get rid of the magic part and just had mist control and the card power then you'd be much less OP. After that You'll be accepted :D
I mostly suggested it like that because I believe Songbird is focusing on Magic/Mist control, so taking out the magic from yours and leaving your unique ability it makes both your characters unique and equally as powerful in their own ways.
Also if you want into the skype chat I need you to add me ;)
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Done and done. My Skype name should show up as Jason Elmwood or CatmanDaGamer. I don't know which. Let's do this!
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Name: Cassidy "Cass" Hawthorne
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Standing at a height of 5' 10" and weighing in at 155 pounds, with handsome, chiseled features with a somewhat boyish face, pretty eyes and stylish tousled, dark brown hair, Cass is a very handsome young man. The warmth in his eyes and the thoughtful expression his face takes on a lot of times also shows kindness and depth that made him so attractive to the ladies (and secretly, some of the men too).
Attire: Opting for a fairly casual and laidback sense of style, Cass likes to wear a hoodie, a t shirt, jeans and sneakers on an everyday basis, sometimes mixing up with shades on a sunny day or a pastel green tracksuit if the weather is a little chillier or a cardigan and jeans. Not feeling the need for overly flashy or gaudy clothes, the simplicity of his clothes allow his appearance and demeanor to speak for itself.
Personality: Having a seemingly meek and subdued presence with a propensity to change on a turn of a dime to passionate and energetic, the ambivalent teenager possesses an air that shows both passion and kindness. A young man very much in touch with others' feelings, Cass is quite empathetic for the concerns of others, being able to put himself at the forefront of people's triumphs, failures, issues and whatnot, offering a warm smile, time and a jovial, suave demeanor. On the emotional convictions of others, he can get worked up and stubbornly pursue an end to it, be it helping person along, standing up for someone's sake or otherwise genuinely showing concern and care for those around them.
Despite his own openness and willingness to help someone out with their problems or just be there to celebrate good times, he is much less sure on himself. Unwilling to really delve that much into himself and insecurities deal not knowing who his mother is for all this time, feelings about men in a society that shames those sort of thoughts and homesickness of his old life in Portland. He tries to wave it off in his usual suave demeanor, insisting he's fine and gives a superficial glance of his own feelings and situations to others. Why is he so mum about his own problems? Through the way he was able to carry himself through life, successful, popular, he feels it's beneath him to feel inadequate when his life was considered really good. His lonely home life made it so that he desired friends and connections above all else. His tendency to bottle things up like that can make him moody in certain circumstances, dropping his otherwise suave and amiable personality for a more dour demeanor.
Abilities:
Amokinesis-Using powers endowed by his mother, Cass is able to manipulate the emotions of love, desire and related emotions such as passion that ranges from the subtle thoughts of love or passion that sway decisions to more overt applications of feelings of romance directed at others.
Charmspeak-By speaking with the imbued powers of Aphrodite, Cass can speak and get people to do things that he desires. A dormant ability of his, the application of it, even unintentionally, has been sparse, usually only showing up in times of anger or other strong emotions.
Empathetic Intuition-Possessing an extraordinarily keen sense of empathy, Cass can gauge emotional matters and be able to draw upon experience and natural instinct enhanced by his mother's powers to determine what that might entail.
Fashion Manipulation-Much like other children of Aphrodite, he can change the type of clothes, jewelry and other articles of fashion that he wears, as well as changing the clothing sizes for the most comfortable fit.
French Fluency-As the language of love, children of Aphrodite know French. Cass is no exception.
Godly Parent: Aphrodite, Goddess of Love
History: Born on August 15, 1962 in Portland, Oregon to florist Lucian Hawthorne, Cass grew up an only child with his father. From a young age, he was always interested in the flowers his father would arrange at his shop in downtown Portland. Good-naturedly asserting that even though it was a bit cliche, Lucian insisted that roses were his favorite flower, especially in light of Cass' mother. The thoughts of flowers made him simultaneously happy and wistful, wishing his mother could be there with him. From what his father told him about her, she seemed like a gorgeous and loving woman. Not much else was said about her, despite the pressing questions and the pangs of jealousy at the fact that all his friends had a mother but him.
Given the taxing task of the floral shop, much of the rearing of Cass was done with help of babysitters. Despite the boy's interest in flowers and liking to help his father wherever he could, there was only so much affection that Lucian could give Cass, being preoccupied with managing his business. Nonetheless, life was fairly good with a stable middle class income and friends at school and elsewhere.
Even with a fairly uneventful and normal life, weird things occurred that defied explanation starting at the age of 10. Unexplainable phenomena like monsters that would attack out of nowhere, harassing him while off for a quick walk for supplies scattered throughout his childhood or strange figures or apparitions that he'd see on his way to school. His father, who knew more or less the true nature of what his son was seeing, seemed to be able to explain away the attacks as one thing or another, wanting to protect him from the true nature of his heritage and the world he shared with them. The attacks, however, only ramped up in intensity the older he grew, not lessen. There was apparently an an abundance of "muggers", "stray dogs" and "aggressive birds".
On one summer day, things took a pretty freakish turn. Going for a morning jog along an esplanade on the Willamette River, everything was quite routine, waving to strangers and enjoying the beautiful weather when he tripped on the pavement, and fell into the river. Unbeknownst to him, he had disturbed an ophiotaurus that resided in the river, which panicked and attacked him, threatening to drown him. Just before it appears it'd be it for Cass, the ophiotaurus let up and he blacked out, coming to on dry land with a hoard of swans pecking at him. Bizarrely enough, he could understand them, and they appeared to be honking at him to get the hell away from their river.
After that incident, Mr. Hawthorne received a letter for the Three Fates School for Troubled Youth. Understanding the true nature of the school as protective of demigods, he sat Cass aside to explain that he would be safer at this new school after a few more bad incidents that occurred at his school (which blamed it on "hoodlums" despite Cass seeing that his perpetrators were decidedly not human, let alone a hoodlum). Lucian stressed that the arrangements would be "temporary", until it's decided it would be safe for him. Plus, Cass would be at the top of his class and a well-behaved student.
RP Sample: http://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=9185406&postcount=84
Other:
-Closeted bisexual
-An avid gardener
-Because of his dyslexia, Cass finds more enjoyment out of comic books.
-Likes to do morning jogs
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Standing at a height of 5' 10" and weighing in at 155 pounds, with handsome, chiseled features with a somewhat boyish face, pretty eyes and stylish tousled, dark brown hair, Cass is a very handsome young man. The warmth in his eyes and the thoughtful expression his face takes on a lot of times also shows kindness and depth that made him so attractive to the ladies (and secretly, some of the men too).
Attire: Opting for a fairly casual and laidback sense of style, Cass likes to wear a hoodie, a t shirt, jeans and sneakers on an everyday basis, sometimes mixing up with shades on a sunny day or a pastel green tracksuit if the weather is a little chillier or a cardigan and jeans. Not feeling the need for overly flashy or gaudy clothes, the simplicity of his clothes allow his appearance and demeanor to speak for itself.
Personality: Having a seemingly meek and subdued presence with a propensity to change on a turn of a dime to passionate and energetic, the ambivalent teenager possesses an air that shows both passion and kindness. A young man very much in touch with others' feelings, Cass is quite empathetic for the concerns of others, being able to put himself at the forefront of people's triumphs, failures, issues and whatnot, offering a warm smile, time and a jovial, suave demeanor. On the emotional convictions of others, he can get worked up and stubbornly pursue an end to it, be it helping person along, standing up for someone's sake or otherwise genuinely showing concern and care for those around them.
Despite his own openness and willingness to help someone out with their problems or just be there to celebrate good times, he is much less sure on himself. Unwilling to really delve that much into himself and insecurities deal not knowing who his mother is for all this time, feelings about men in a society that shames those sort of thoughts and homesickness of his old life in Portland. He tries to wave it off in his usual suave demeanor, insisting he's fine and gives a superficial glance of his own feelings and situations to others. Why is he so mum about his own problems? Through the way he was able to carry himself through life, successful, popular, he feels it's beneath him to feel inadequate when his life was considered really good. His lonely home life made it so that he desired friends and connections above all else. His tendency to bottle things up like that can make him moody in certain circumstances, dropping his otherwise suave and amiable personality for a more dour demeanor.
Abilities:
Amokinesis-Using powers endowed by his mother, Cass is able to manipulate the emotions of love, desire and related emotions such as passion that ranges from the subtle thoughts of love or passion that sway decisions to more overt applications of feelings of romance directed at others.
Charmspeak-By speaking with the imbued powers of Aphrodite, Cass can speak and get people to do things that he desires. A dormant ability of his, the application of it, even unintentionally, has been sparse, usually only showing up in times of anger or other strong emotions.
Empathetic Intuition-Possessing an extraordinarily keen sense of empathy, Cass can gauge emotional matters and be able to draw upon experience and natural instinct enhanced by his mother's powers to determine what that might entail.
Fashion Manipulation-Much like other children of Aphrodite, he can change the type of clothes, jewelry and other articles of fashion that he wears, as well as changing the clothing sizes for the most comfortable fit.
French Fluency-As the language of love, children of Aphrodite know French. Cass is no exception.
Godly Parent: Aphrodite, Goddess of Love
History: Born on August 15, 1962 in Portland, Oregon to florist Lucian Hawthorne, Cass grew up an only child with his father. From a young age, he was always interested in the flowers his father would arrange at his shop in downtown Portland. Good-naturedly asserting that even though it was a bit cliche, Lucian insisted that roses were his favorite flower, especially in light of Cass' mother. The thoughts of flowers made him simultaneously happy and wistful, wishing his mother could be there with him. From what his father told him about her, she seemed like a gorgeous and loving woman. Not much else was said about her, despite the pressing questions and the pangs of jealousy at the fact that all his friends had a mother but him.
Given the taxing task of the floral shop, much of the rearing of Cass was done with help of babysitters. Despite the boy's interest in flowers and liking to help his father wherever he could, there was only so much affection that Lucian could give Cass, being preoccupied with managing his business. Nonetheless, life was fairly good with a stable middle class income and friends at school and elsewhere.
Even with a fairly uneventful and normal life, weird things occurred that defied explanation starting at the age of 10. Unexplainable phenomena like monsters that would attack out of nowhere, harassing him while off for a quick walk for supplies scattered throughout his childhood or strange figures or apparitions that he'd see on his way to school. His father, who knew more or less the true nature of what his son was seeing, seemed to be able to explain away the attacks as one thing or another, wanting to protect him from the true nature of his heritage and the world he shared with them. The attacks, however, only ramped up in intensity the older he grew, not lessen. There was apparently an an abundance of "muggers", "stray dogs" and "aggressive birds".
On one summer day, things took a pretty freakish turn. Going for a morning jog along an esplanade on the Willamette River, everything was quite routine, waving to strangers and enjoying the beautiful weather when he tripped on the pavement, and fell into the river. Unbeknownst to him, he had disturbed an ophiotaurus that resided in the river, which panicked and attacked him, threatening to drown him. Just before it appears it'd be it for Cass, the ophiotaurus let up and he blacked out, coming to on dry land with a hoard of swans pecking at him. Bizarrely enough, he could understand them, and they appeared to be honking at him to get the hell away from their river.
After that incident, Mr. Hawthorne received a letter for the Three Fates School for Troubled Youth. Understanding the true nature of the school as protective of demigods, he sat Cass aside to explain that he would be safer at this new school after a few more bad incidents that occurred at his school (which blamed it on "hoodlums" despite Cass seeing that his perpetrators were decidedly not human, let alone a hoodlum). Lucian stressed that the arrangements would be "temporary", until it's decided it would be safe for him. Plus, Cass would be at the top of his class and a well-behaved student.
RP Sample: http://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=9185406&postcount=84
Other:
-Closeted bisexual
-An avid gardener
-Because of his dyslexia, Cass finds more enjoyment out of comic books.
-Likes to do morning jogs
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Are you still accepting? I see that you have an IC thread up, but you haven't said anything to suggest that you are no longer accepting. I really want to be part of this RP, but I've been away for the last week and I just got back.
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I have Mock Exams til the 7th 8th etc, but I like this, would you mind making a special reservation for me?
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I'll be accepting sign-ups until Friday, however I am planning on opening sign-ups back up when we get to a spot where people are able to join again. Hopefully this comes sooner rather than later, but it all depends on the speed of the current roleplayers. After I get a feel for how fast it's going I'll update you guys on when I think I'll open sign-ups again. That being said, you can still sign up in between and then when we get to the spot where it opens again you can just immediately start without having to wait for me to approve your SU.
Lucas Samson
--=-- 16 =--= Male --=--
Appearance
Lucas has golden hair that naturally curls all over the place, so he combs it every morning into a sort of free pompadour hairstyle. His eyebrows match the roots of his hair, which are light brown. Luke stands at 5'10" and a half. Luke's eyes are misty blue. He has a few styles he likes to wear. One is a T-shirt that is either solid or two colored, with a separation at the arms, paired with jeans. Luke also enjoys wearing a burnt grey hoodie with strings on either side of the hood that dangle down to a little bit below chest length. Another style is when he wears various patterned button downs with a plain single colored undershirt with jeans or khakis. In colder climates he wears a puffy brown jacket with khakis. (Contrary to his picture) Luke is very muscular. He has spent a lot of time working out and playing sports in order to achieve this look.
Lucas has golden hair that naturally curls all over the place, so he combs it every morning into a sort of free pompadour hairstyle. His eyebrows match the roots of his hair, which are light brown. Luke stands at 5'10" and a half. Luke's eyes are misty blue. He has a few styles he likes to wear. One is a T-shirt that is either solid or two colored, with a separation at the arms, paired with jeans. Luke also enjoys wearing a burnt grey hoodie with strings on either side of the hood that dangle down to a little bit below chest length. Another style is when he wears various patterned button downs with a plain single colored undershirt with jeans or khakis. In colder climates he wears a puffy brown jacket with khakis. (Contrary to his picture) Luke is very muscular. He has spent a lot of time working out and playing sports in order to achieve this look.
Personality
Luke has a super outgoing mask, he is very quick to take charge of any situation and be a leader. He rarely shows signs of weakness when in the company of other people, because as a child his friends and father always bullied him for being effeminate and emotional. He was called various gay slurs, told to man up, and was threatened with violence a few times. So in order to fit in, he way overcompensated and turned into a rather stereotypical high school golden boy. Although instead of playing football, he played soccer. He has been made junior varsity team captain, and had a large part in leading the team to a major winning streak his sophomore year, due in part to his rallying speeches and positive demeanor. In addition to this, Luke is his class president. Lucas always wears a smile and has an effected air of confidence that makes most everybody like him. However it is totally fake. When the doors close and he is alone in his room though, he collapses, totally drained by the mask he puts on. Luke is very much in denial about being gay, and has had two girlfriends that ended up being just girls that he really liked as people, and he was ultimately unable to do anything with, hurting his esteem greatly. Luke is also very scared of dogs and of the dark.
Luke has a super outgoing mask, he is very quick to take charge of any situation and be a leader. He rarely shows signs of weakness when in the company of other people, because as a child his friends and father always bullied him for being effeminate and emotional. He was called various gay slurs, told to man up, and was threatened with violence a few times. So in order to fit in, he way overcompensated and turned into a rather stereotypical high school golden boy. Although instead of playing football, he played soccer. He has been made junior varsity team captain, and had a large part in leading the team to a major winning streak his sophomore year, due in part to his rallying speeches and positive demeanor. In addition to this, Luke is his class president. Lucas always wears a smile and has an effected air of confidence that makes most everybody like him. However it is totally fake. When the doors close and he is alone in his room though, he collapses, totally drained by the mask he puts on. Luke is very much in denial about being gay, and has had two girlfriends that ended up being just girls that he really liked as people, and he was ultimately unable to do anything with, hurting his esteem greatly. Luke is also very scared of dogs and of the dark.
History
Luke grew up in Roanoke, Virginia. His father, Arnold, had always told him that his mother left them from a very young age. Surprisingly, he never resented her because of it, he had never liked his father much either and assumed that was the reason she left. His father was subtly emotionally abusive to him, due to his effeminate nature, compounded with the abuse of bullies and his friends, caused him to be the person he is today. Luke's father had pushed him to play football, but Luke was able to get a compromise in soccer, which he at least sort of enjoyed. Luke has always had a bit of a knack for getting into trouble; three times a parent has jumped off of the bleachers and attacked him while he was playing soccer, in the most recent run in the parent had a machete and Lucas escaped, although he could have sworn that their legs never left the ground and they hissed at him a lot.
Luke has a hellhound stalking him. He does not know this of course, but has been attacked by a lot of dogs in the past, in the nighttime he has been chased by what he can only explain as a pitch black Great Dane. This has created a big fear of dogs and the dark for him, he actually sleeps with a nightlight that he hides every morning when he wakes up. The impetus for him to go to the Three Fates School was in fact the first manifestation of his powers. The hellhound that has been stalking him shadow travelled into his house late at night and assaulted him. The loud crashes and screams woke up his father, who rushed downstairs to see a large coal-black shape rush out of the room that was filled with a piercing light, almost as if a flash-bang had exploded. Albert covered his eyes, and saw that the light was coming from his son. It faded, and Lucas laid on the ground sobbing. Albert realized that there was no more avoiding his son's future, and that he had to send him to the Three Fates School, with no information of what that meant.
Luke grew up in Roanoke, Virginia. His father, Arnold, had always told him that his mother left them from a very young age. Surprisingly, he never resented her because of it, he had never liked his father much either and assumed that was the reason she left. His father was subtly emotionally abusive to him, due to his effeminate nature, compounded with the abuse of bullies and his friends, caused him to be the person he is today. Luke's father had pushed him to play football, but Luke was able to get a compromise in soccer, which he at least sort of enjoyed. Luke has always had a bit of a knack for getting into trouble; three times a parent has jumped off of the bleachers and attacked him while he was playing soccer, in the most recent run in the parent had a machete and Lucas escaped, although he could have sworn that their legs never left the ground and they hissed at him a lot.
Luke has a hellhound stalking him. He does not know this of course, but has been attacked by a lot of dogs in the past, in the nighttime he has been chased by what he can only explain as a pitch black Great Dane. This has created a big fear of dogs and the dark for him, he actually sleeps with a nightlight that he hides every morning when he wakes up. The impetus for him to go to the Three Fates School was in fact the first manifestation of his powers. The hellhound that has been stalking him shadow travelled into his house late at night and assaulted him. The loud crashes and screams woke up his father, who rushed downstairs to see a large coal-black shape rush out of the room that was filled with a piercing light, almost as if a flash-bang had exploded. Albert covered his eyes, and saw that the light was coming from his son. It faded, and Lucas laid on the ground sobbing. Albert realized that there was no more avoiding his son's future, and that he had to send him to the Three Fates School, with no information of what that meant.
Abilities
Photokinesis
Lucas has the ability to bend light, allowing him to do all sorts of different things.
Photogenesis
Luke additionally has the ability to create light, which supplements his ability to bend light very well.
Healing Light
When in the daylight, Luke has the ability to heal himself, and other people by touch.
Sun Surge
When in direct sunlight, Luke is significantly stronger.
Photokinesis
Lucas has the ability to bend light, allowing him to do all sorts of different things.
Photogenesis
Luke additionally has the ability to create light, which supplements his ability to bend light very well.
Healing Light
When in the daylight, Luke has the ability to heal himself, and other people by touch.
Sun Surge
When in direct sunlight, Luke is significantly stronger.
Additional Information
Luke's favorite color is gold
Luke has pretty bad dyslexia, and in order to get around this and not shows signs of weakness he avoids reading at all costs, even standing up to teachers
Luke's ADHD is controlled by his regular exercise on the soccer team and his lack of energy from the persona he portrays
Luke's favorite food is blueberries
Luke's godly parent is Hemera, the primordial goddess of the day
Luke sometimes has really weird dreams
Template credits to Snowflake by STARDUST
Luke's favorite color is gold
Luke has pretty bad dyslexia, and in order to get around this and not shows signs of weakness he avoids reading at all costs, even standing up to teachers
Luke's ADHD is controlled by his regular exercise on the soccer team and his lack of energy from the persona he portrays
Luke's favorite food is blueberries
Luke's godly parent is Hemera, the primordial goddess of the day
Luke sometimes has really weird dreams
Template credits to Snowflake by STARDUST
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Amelia Ornstein
15 | Female| Daughter of Boreas
Attire: Because of her father, Amelia's body temperature is lower than most mortals (60 degrees F.). Because of this, she always wears a white long sleeve shirt (over her blue undershirt.) along with white jeans, white boots,white gloves, and a blue jacket. When it is especially hot outside, she takes off the jacket. However, cold temperatures never seem to affect her.
Personality: Amelia is a competitive, social, and outgoing person that never backs down from a challenge. Her fiery determination combined with her headstrong nature result in a person who never gives up, even when it's advisable to. She'll never leave a friend behind, and usually considers people a friend until proven otherwise.
History: Amelia was born in Quebec, Canada in the year 1963 to her mother, Gabriella Ornstein. She never knew her father. Whenever she asked her mother about it, she just said "He was a strong, cold man that left before I knew I even had you. He just disappeared one day, as though the wind had carried him away."
It was obvious that something was different about Amelia from the beginning.She wore her jacket to school every day, even in August. When the school nurse took her temperature, she always came up lower than all the other students.However, one day a group of three boys began to pick on her, calling her namesbecause of her jacket and her temperature. The picking turned into pushing herdown and laughing, which then turned into one of the boys punching her. She wason the ground crying, when a sudden, powerful wind began to blow. It sent allthree boys flying back a few feet, but it didn't seem to affect her at all.
Shortly after the incident, she and her mother moved to America. Atlanta, Georgia more specifically. It was far hotter there than it was in Quebec, but Amelia still kept her coat on, and her temperature stayed low. She gained a liking for Tennis, and became quite good at it. However,something always puzzled her. Sometimes, she would make shot and, if she wanted it to, the wind seem to carry the ball left or right. Sometimes, when she got very angry or emotional, strong winds would start blowing. This continued topuzzle her until, one day, it happened (see roleplay sample) and she was sent to a special school called Three Fates.
Godly Parent: Boreas, God of the North Wind
Powers: Aerokinesis: Amelia has the ability to manipulate wind. This ability becomes more powerful the further north she goes. This ranges from simply knocking enemies back, to briefly levitating, to making her weapon fly across the battle field, to even creating a massive tornado. The last one causes her pass out for several hours, to even several weeks, depending on how long she used it.
Reduced Body Temperature: Amelia's body temperature is 60 degrees, while the average human is 96.
RP Sample:
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Accepted! If you'd like to join the Skype group you can add me: wizardeevee11 and let me know who you are. I'll have you added to the OP soon. Feel free to post in the IC in the meantime! :)
Am I still allowed to sign up for this? I'm not a super experienced RPer, but I'd like to get into it. :D I'm also into Greek mythology and a big fan of Percy Jackson, so this seems like it could be fun.
Edit: I read back a little and I am now aware that sign-ups are indeed open.
My question is whether or not Dionysus is at the camp? His sentence was shortened to 50 years in 2014 I think and he still had more years at the camp, so that shows that the earliest would be 1965 I think. (Yes, I researched that and I don't know that off the top of my head)
I plan on my character being a son of Dionysus and I think that would be a rather important detail for my character.
Edit: I read back a little and I am now aware that sign-ups are indeed open.
My question is whether or not Dionysus is at the camp? His sentence was shortened to 50 years in 2014 I think and he still had more years at the camp, so that shows that the earliest would be 1965 I think. (Yes, I researched that and I don't know that off the top of my head)
I plan on my character being a son of Dionysus and I think that would be a rather important detail for my character.
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Yeah, my SU looks way better on desktop. I made it on my computer and it doesn't look nearly as good on mobile. On my phone the bolded words are almost unreadable, and the picture doesn't show up, not to mention the sample is nearly unreadable.