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Mhm... Normally we don't allow people to have contact with gods before camp.

Um... Child of Hecate or Hebe who cursed him then? A very powerful one.

I think that would work, yes.

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~Achaylia Delamiro~

"I fell in love with being defiant
In a pick-up truck that roared like a lion."

Age
17

Height:
5 foot four inches

Hair:
Dark (border-line black)

Eyes:
Brown

Body type:
Strong, slim, flexible

Personality:
She loves to party. And she's been drinking since she was fourteen just to defy her mother. So let's review: She's the popular party princess who adores attention and she's a rebel who dislikes her mother. Hands up who's the same? Unfortunately, she's also not the brightest crayon in the box and she doesn't read much.

God Parent:
Dionysus. Our very own Mr D has a daughter! Let's give him a hand everybody!

Mortal Parent:
Kayla Delamiro is the unfortunate mother of Achaylia.

Powers:
She is resistant to getting drunk. Can grow strawberries and grapes by playing her flute. The power takes fifteen minutes to get a decent and healthy vine with a decent amount of good tasting fruit. She gets weakened as she plays and has to sit down for a long time, perhaps sleep depending on the amount of fruit grown. Takes three minutes for the fruit to rot if it's still on the vine, five if picked. She can do thisfive times a day with breaks between being ten to twenty minutes depending on weight/size of the fruit.

Pets:
N/A

Origin (Birth Place):
Italy

Weapon*:
Her flute can kinda be used as a weapon. Well, thanks to the Hepheastus cabin, when she flicks a special switch, it turns into a sword! Start the oooh and aaaahing now, if you like.

Rp Example**:
Achaylia smiled as she slashed her celestial bronze flute at the monster. It was capture the flag and she had gone astray from the game by accident. She flicked the switch and changed the sword back into the flute. She dodged and played a transposed version of Claire de Lune. As the beautiful tune played, vines began to grow. Tiring as she did this, she trapped the monster and stopped playing. She switched back to the sword.

"You're gonna get it now, then, ain't cha, big boy?" she laughed and swung her sword.

Life previous to CHB**:
Achaylia lived in Rome from birth to the age of five when her mother took a job in America. She was moved over there to Little Rock, Arkansas, where she attended Elementary, Middle and eventually High School. Rebelling against her mother, her first drink was at the age of fourteen at a high school party. She had offered her brother to come but appeared to be at the party alone. She slept over a friend's house but realised she wasn't drunk quite early on. She started going to more and more parties, resorting to anti-social behaviour to rebel instead of the drink. Upsetting most of her family, she ran away from home to apprently marry in Vegas. In reality, she'd been scared by the monsters she'd been seeing lately so she took off for camp.

Notes about you charrie:
Face Claim- Cristine Prosperi

So basically, how large can the grapes and strawberries get?

Lawl. Even in RL, I've never really thought about fruit size, Kenny. I'd say that she'd be able grow them to a decent size. Like what you usually get at the supermarket or at the outdoor market or something. I don't really know how to describe the size of fruit xD

Probably how much they weigh... Eh.

How many times a day can she use her power? How long does it take for the fruit to rot?

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Gerran Briton

Age: 16

Gender: Guy

Eyes: One muted silver, one brown.

Hair: Reddish-brown

Height: 5 foot 7 inches

Body Type: firm, skinny

Skin Color: White, kinda pale

God Parent: Misericordia (goddess of Mercy and Pity)

Mortal Parent: Luke Briton

Country of Origin: Wales, UK

Pets: N/A as of yet

Talents: Music, organization, first aid

Weapon**: CB sword

Flaws: He has OCD which causes him to be very cautious and worry a lot. He's shy. He's afraid of water, fire and cats. He sometimes gets nautious at the sight of blood.

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): N/A

Life Before CHB*: Music has always run through Gerran‘s blood. Ever since he was a boy he’d been extremely gifted in creating melodic sounds and finding the rhythm and beauty in average noises. For his fourth birthday, unlike most of his friends who asked for toy planes or cars or footballs, Gerran approached his dad with a single request—the boy wanted a keyboard. It was the only gift he got that year, as his family was lower-class and couldn’t afford a particularly large amount of presents for the family. He immediately fell in love with the Casio keyboard and spent most of his time learning to play. This meant he generally secluded himself from the rest of his friends, resulting in the loss of many of them. But that was okay with Gerran; music and family were the only company he needed. His father, Luke Briton, was loyal and completely supportive of his son, and when his step daughter Lacey followed Gerran’s musical path, he was ecstatic. They both practiced on Gerran’s keyboard, and then on the 6-string classical acoustic guitar Gerran got for his eighth birthday.

When Lacey hit eight and Gerran hit ten, they branched off on their musical careers. Lacey moved onto the harp, and partook in school recitals and local concerts, while Gerran stuck with his guitar and practiced in solitude, unwilling to perform in front of an audience due to severe stage fright. They grew apart somewhat, and while Gerran remained modest and shy, Lacey let the compliments go to her head. And it didn’t help that, while they were both musical prodigies, Gerran was better than her. He experimented with dozens of other instruments and school and found that he was moderately good at playing them after just a few weeks of practice. She became bitter and, when Gerran was told the truth at age twelve, that he was a demigod son of Misericordia, she lost it. That night she ran away and disappeared into the depth of Cardiff, their home town. Gerran and his family became panicked, and were still shaky even after police found her safe and sound hiding in an abandoned storage shed two days later.

It was then that Luke got a clear message: Gerran couldn’t stay. He was a demigod and, gods forbid he ran away or was even just walking to the store or something, he could be attacked and seriously hurt. Killed even. So he needed to be taken somewhere safe, and he’d heard about such a sanctuary before. Misericordia had told Luke of a camp in New York for young half-bloods to grow under the protection of mythological creatures. He’d been skeptical at first, but the idea seemed like Gerran’s best chance now.

It didn’t take much to persuade the young demigod to go to the camp over summer—Luke only needed to promise that he would keep Gerran’s room tidy and that everything would be left where Gerran’s OCD had made him place it, and that they would take care of Lacey and love her as much as they could. As soon as the Briton family had scrounged up the money, Gerran packed his bags and said goodbye, then took a ship overseas to the United States. The ship docked in New York, and it was a short cab ride to the entrance of camp, where he paid the confused driver and followed his father’s instructions into the camp, toting only a bag of clothes and his guitar into the Big House.

RP Example*: And so it came down to this. Gerran's feet barely made a sound as he walked into the cabin. The sixteen year old firmly closed the door behind him and turned to see the thing he hated most. Disorganization. It was everywhere. Like filth. Oh and don't even get him started on the filth of one of the bunks. He steered well away from it, scared the germs would somehow reach out and grab him. The disorganization of the place... It set his OCD on fire... He wanted to clean, tidy and organize neatly. But he couldn't touch anyone's things. He counted his steps, avoiding the fifth like the plague and jumping to the sixth.He found the sixth bunk available and sat on it after six seconds.

"This is going to be tougher than I thought," I sighed and looked around, messing his hair up. He brought out his wallet and found the family portrait. He smiled at the beaming faces of his father, stepmother and Lacey, his sister. "Help me, guys?"

Any notes about your characters: Special thanks to Finch for creating the life before camp for this form.

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Name: Everna Jennifer Constant

Age: 16

Gender: female

Eyes: Dark blue

Hair: Dark

Height: 5 foot 9 inches

Body Type: Toned, skinny

Skin Color: Pale (from lack of sunlight in her life)

God Parent: Mania

Mortal Parent: Johnathan Constant

Country of Origin: NY, USA

Pets: Bright green snake that can grow up to a metre long who likes to hide among her clothes for warmth. Especially likes to pretend to be a necklace or a bracelet. She calls it Slythera. It will be 30cms in RP time.

Talents: Ever can sing and Ever can draw.

Weapon**: She has a pen! Okay, I should explain. Ever's pen, once the highly recognisable designer logo is popped turns into a spear. Unless she clicks it. Then it becomes a sword. Both stygian.

Flaws: Socially awkward, puts herself into dangerous situations, terrible liar, has flashes of insanity where she may act randomly. She has amnesia and she's violent. When angry, she has no control of herself whatsoever. It's as if she's watching someone else. She smokes.

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): She can infect a person with madness which is very resistable and works best when the person is drowsy. She does this via touch. It can last up to five minutes if touch is prolonged. The madness consists of varying hulicinations and she can do this once every thirteen hours.

Life Before CHB*: Everna, or Ever as she prefers to be called, was born half of a set of twins in New York City. She didn't have a good childhood with her brother Evra. They used to be so close but then Ever kept telling about the things she could see. The old lady with claw like nails would have a face falling apart... That little girl jumping rope had glowing eyes and a bloody jaw not to mention the wings and talons.

At first, Ever had no idea what they were at first. Her parents did what any loving parents would have done. Made it worse. They sent her off to a psychiatric ward. Thing is, when you think you're crazy long enough, you tend to find a way out of it. Ever managed to smuggle a knife from dinner and once back at her room, all supposedly safe and sound, she slashed her wrists. She was legally dead for two minutes before staff revived her.

When her father got transferred to a small town in a completely different state. The town was quiet. Boring, even. She started her new school the next day, meeting her first friend, the boy next door, Ethan. Her day at school was hectic, teachers and students alike making her feel odd about the place. She fit in fine with Ethan's friends. They seemed to like her anyway. But Ethan was hiding something from Ever.

Ever had a habit of smoking. It relieved her of stress. However, after four years, this habit had turned into an addiction and she was paying for it. She was still pretty tough, a quick runner despite ruining her lungs. The sixteen year old used to wake up on occasion and cough blood. Once, she coughed it up in the middle of math class where she sat next to Ethan.

Concerned, he followed her one day to confront her about her problem. She refused to talk and the pair ended up arguing. The real trouble in Ever's new home started when Evra was kidnapped. Ever, Ethan and a band of friends were led to look for him. They searched the town from top to bottom, leaving only one place left. The graveyard. Splitting up, the group went off in pairs. Finding Evra inside a crypt, Ever ran to her brother. The doors slammed shut behind her before Ethan could get in. Ever was attacked by an unknown assailant and collapsed beside her brother.

When Ever awoke, she found herself underground somewhere, propped up against a gravestone. A demon (if she could call it that, I like to name them as empousaii) had decided to end Ever and her brother. Although the reason why Evra was there was a mystery to Ever, she still felt that she needed to save him. After a fight, Ever was knocked back. She was battered and bruised. A rush of adrenaline surged through her and she went into a frenzy. Her pupils dilated and she had no control of herself. She rushed at the things, fighting them and eventually killing them, saving her brother.

Once her brother was safely back home and she was no longer grounded for going missing herself, Ever started to reconnect with her brother after he found out why and how she had saved him. The twins were psychically linked. Evra had given up the sight but he regained it quickly but he wasn't as good as Ever just yet.

Ever had a little romance in her life during this period. She and Ethan made up and shared their first kiss. They dated for a little while but Ever's life spiralled out of control when she was knocked from her own bedroom window by her brother gave her after an argument.

Thought to be dead, Ever woke up in her coffin at the funeral home. Escaping and badly injured, Ever had no memory of her twin or her boyfriend. In fact, the only thing she could remember was her name, age and occupation. Looking for herself, she went on the run. Travelling all over the US to find at least some hint of what her life was and getting attacked left right and centre. And that was how Ever found Camp Half-Blood. She was chased to them.

RP Example*: Ever's feet were hurting and her head was spinning. She didn't know what to do. She was tired, starving and thirsty. Who would have thought she'd see walking through a dessert so... desert like? Ever stumbled and slowly picked herself back up. She kept going... She had to keep going... She couldn't stop... If she did, she'd never find out. She kept walking, going forward, never back... She reminded herself of a shark. She sighed and kept going. "Mouth... dry... I'm gonna... die..." she mumbled to herself.

Any notes about your characters: Inspired by the movie Constantine

I know when people are insane they can end up being stronger somehow, but I wouldn't allow that for a child of Mania. Maybe Cratus or Ares, but not Mania. How many times a day can she make a person go mad, and how bad is the madness?

Okay. I just read that she was goddess of frenzy as well as insanity and madness. Carrying on, how about to a mild hallucinations? Like seeing things that aren't there? I don't want to overuse the power so I'm going to say she can do it once every thirteen hours. These okay?

Is the pet poisonous in any way? Can it harm anyone else, although people who have phobias of snakes do not count?

Oh! Should I allow it to be slightly poisonous? Not deadly, of course. More of a numbing thing. And not really. Snakes are generally good creatures provided you don't provoke them. And then they rely on their fangs or spit or even, in some cases, constricting. So that's about it. It's just a normal snake.

I don't think poisonous pets are allowed, but that depends on Kenny, for the numbing thing. I'm not entirely sure.
So your snake can constrict, or it's fairly tamable?

Nah. I'll make Slythera harmless. No poisons that numb, no constricting. A completely tame snake who hides in her clothes.

"Every drop of rain that falls in the Sahara desert says it all. It's a miracle." - Queen, "Miracle"

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Description (hair color, eye color, height, ect. Be discriptive):
Sebella looks very much like the form her father took upon visiting her mother. She has blonde hair and a heart shaped face. She stands at 5'9" and she's quite thin in her figure. Sebella's eyes are a sharp green and her skin tone is touched with a tan.

God parent:
Triton

Mortal parent:
Lily Potter

Powers (must have limits):

• She can walk on water for ten minutes before she falls in. (Seven times a day.)
  
• She can create tidal waves (ten feet and more can almost kill her) (four times a day)
  
• She can talk to marine life (mental)
  

Flaws (At least three):

• Dirty minded
  
• Over-complicates things sometimes.
  
• Scared of needles, fire and rejection.
  
• Selective hearing at times.
  
• Bad at punctuality.
  

Pets:
2 fish (Fred and George the goldfish), cat called Louie (blonde, mixed breed. 9 years old)

Weapon (Must be Celestial Bronze or Stygian Iron for Hades and Thanatos):
CB twin knives (she named them Wave and Tide)

Talents or skills:
Drawing, comminucation

Roleplay example (at least 4 sentences):
Sebella walked around, bored. She stood completely still and frowned. Then carried on. "I see you," she said to her fish in the tank. Fred and George reared their heads from inside hate castle. "I don't care if we're playing hide and seek. I'm bored."

Sebella stared at them. "You guys are weird..."

She plopped down on her bunk and started to read a book by Terry Pratchett.


Biography:

Sebella's mother was a marine biologist out at sea. She met Triton on numerous occasions, having been raised out there by her mother. Lily's first meeting with the god was when she was five. The five year old was feeding the dolphines and sharks when a man stepped out of the water, covered in shark bites. The five year old rushed to see if he was ok and helped the mystery man. But imagine Lily's surprise when the man shook his head and dived back in.

Lily's second meeting with the god was when she was ten. Starting to bloom into the woman she was grow up to be, Lily was obsessed with sharks. She had all but forgotten the mysterious man. Lily was sketching inside when the man appeared again. He approached her and put a hand on her shoulder. "That's good," he said to her and vanished, leaving a wet hand print on her shoulder.

Lily's third encounter was when she was a teenager, aged 15. The young woman was studying outside in the sun. Her biology book on her chest, she'd fallen asleep in the middle of a heat stroke. When she woke up, she found her old mystery man kneeling down beside her. "Can't catch heatstroke. You're too pretty for it," he told her and handed her a glass of cold water before walking out the room and vanishing yet again.

It was on the fourth visit to Lily that Triton shared his first kiss with Lily. She was aged eighteen and sat alone at a beach party. "Why are you alone?" Triton had asked her and Lily shrugged. She had grown accustomed to his visits. Triton stayed a little longer, ending his visit with a kiss. That kiss must have been something becuase his visits became more and more frequent over the years.

At the age of twenty-eight, Lily fell pregnant with Triton's child. However, Lily's baby was doomed. A prophecy of the child's birth meant that the child would die young. Fearing for her unborn child's life, Lily begged Triton to make it stop, to end the prophecy. A plea to which the god was helpless. It was unknown at what age the child would die.

When Sebella was born, her mother was frightened. Her parents believed her life was thrown away and she would never find a husband now and so they cut Lily from their lives. Sebella's birth was both rejoiced and stoic as the baby's destiny to die seemed always around the corner. Much to the relief of Lily and Triton, Sebella grew through the years, becoming a strong and healthy girl.

Sebella never met her father and holds a grudge against him for not being there. This grudge resulted in outbursts and spats between Sebella and her mother often as time wore on and Sebella could go days just ignoring her mother and watching her pet fish swim around the tank. Sebella left for Camp Halfblood with her mother and her mother left alone, upset and alone without her daughter.

Anything else: Sebella's nationality is American and she's classed as from Boston on her birth certificate.

How many times a day can she use her first two powers?

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