𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 || fly me to the moon~ ☆

[sweet.peaches~]

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general information
full name - melody rae rizzo
nicknames - mel, melly, golden girl
gender/pronouns - cisfemale (she/her)
age - fourteen (died july 3rd two years ago)
birthday - july 2nd
sexuality - closeted demi-pansexual
face claim - mckenna grace
camp information
weapon - used to have unnamed ukulele; a gift from apollo when she was thirteen, melody gave it to nathan before dying
godly parent - apollo
claimed? - yes, at eleven
cabin - seven
powers - photokinesis, audiokinesis, biokinesis (limited)
numbers of beads on necklace - three
skills - ukulele, scriptwriting, swimming, skateboarding
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physical appearance
stands at 5'1 with pale freckled skin and a small hourglass body frame. has golden blonde beach waves with natural highlights that go to her shoulders. her eyes are amber and ironically, some people may even compare them to the sun. theoretically, if melody was revived, then there would be a bunch of scars (specifically seven - some big, some small) around her body reminding (or perhaps haunting) her of her death. melody has buck teeth however she's rather self-conscious about them and tries not to show them off when she was alive and during her underworld experience. was never too big about plants but would always wear the flower crowns nathan would make for her, which were made out of blue and white delphinium flowers. likes to dress up, although her heart is as big as her fashion sense considering she'd probably wear anything and think it looks good on her, though her favorite colors on her are white and any type of blue.
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personality and background
there has been changes in what melody acted like when she was alive and what she acts like after dying. she's sarcastic and outgoing, and has been described as a sunny person - always happy, loving, and there to lend a hand. at the same time, the demigod gets easily guilty about things that aren't so important to others or past forgotten stuff. also can be a difficult person to work with and not the most cooperative, although does get along with people who are either gullible or don't mind listening to her. ends up joking around a lot, doesn't have a serious outlook on life. tended to be pretty emotional, never thought of it as a thing to hide. incredibly encouraging and supportive, at least to those who she deems to deserve it. yeah, she's a little judgemental. is kind to people who are kind to her, decent to people who are decent with her, and rude to people who are rude to her. doesn't have any moral code. her fatal flaw is that she is too ambitious, desiring this perfect scenario where she is successful and the happiest she's ever been, that there will be nothing that will hurt her anymore if she sets her eyes on a specific goal. whether that be going on a quest or becoming famous, which ultimately led to her death.

now that melody is in elysium, she's changed. melody has started to become distant to strangers that have arrived at the place or were already a resident there, which is mostly everybody. the friends that she knew have either been reincarnated or are actually alive. and if she's forced to talk to somebody she doesn't know then i'll ensure you that she will be very timid and shy and quiet. has become more observant, past melody could be a little oblivious and that'll be one of the biggest shifts in her personality. a lot more clingy than she used to be to past friends and half-siblings, somewhat aware of it. melody is a lot more insecure about her appearance, traits, and more. there's really no reason as to why her self-esteem also adjusted but hey, that's life. nope, nevermind, not life if you're dead. her fatal flaw is still the same but mel has set her eyes on a specific goal currently: to be back to normal. to be the melody rizzo that people expect her to be instead of feeling fake. this horrendous feeling will definitely be amplified if she ever goes to camp and meets those loved ones again and they don't exactly recognize her anymore (and i'm not talking about her image), but we love to see it, don't we?

quirks - draws on her jeans - scared of piercings yet want them at the same time - keeps kept a journal - ambrosia is bagel with strawberry cream cheese spread on, her favorite breakfast - nectar is ice cream milk tea at her favorite local boba shop
likes - the dark - painting (not that good at it) - hopscotch - archery - singing (not the best but not bad) - cavetown
dislikes - quests - being dead/elysium - stickers - the smell of markers - napping - jellyfish
fears - dying - loneliness

melody's mom, susan walker, was attractive and that was really all needed to catch apollo's eye. unfortunately, she was a giant jerk and treated her awfully. the emotional and verbal abuse she endured until she was seven was terrible, but melody was saved by a very nice man named andrew rizzo. he was tricked into thinking she wasn't so bad but as soon as andrew married susan, he rapidly realized he wasn't a woman she wanted to even be around. immediately divorcing and taking custody of melody, both him and her lived a happy life. that was, until the demigod was identified by a monster and discovered the world of half-bloods. turns out the world was not as cool as he thought it would be, and ended up seeking a goal that would make her more cheerful. that goal was to go on a quest and thirteen-year-old melody was pretty hyped, pumped to know that she'd be celebrating her birthday on a quest. the quest was not fun and guess what happened? she died and the judges of the underworld thought that it'd be fit for her to be in elysium for the rest of her afterlife (until she, of course, went on to another life).

the two years she's been in elysium felt a lot longer than she realized. paradise didn't fit her definition of paradise. sure it made others happy and they could do whatever they wanted but the half-blood didn't feel right there, content for a little but eventually the elysian fields weren't giving her the happiness she thought she'd get. "you could get reincarnated," someone would suggest. the advice would be brushed off by a joke - "no way, not if one of my parents is a god." in truth, she just didn't want to die again. after dying, she developed a fear of... well, death. both ironic and sad at the same time. let's focus on the ironic side though. occasionally she would go to the river of lethe but after thinking, deciding not to be reborn and go back to the fields. now, this may not happen, but seeing how the doors are open, melody might eventually go back to the river and realize that there's something.. different about the underworld. but hey, who knows? not me at all.
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relations
work in progress <3

[sweet.peaches~]

this might be a little bit of a mess <3

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[sweet.peaches~]

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general information
full name - freya ingrid fiore
nicknames - none (as of now)
gender/pronouns - demigirl (she/they)
age - seventeen
birthday - march seventeenth
sexuality - pansexual
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camp information
weapon(s) - uses poison 'n spiky plants mainly but has a celestial dagger (just in case) named 'clover'
godly parent - dionysus
claimed? - yes
cabin - twelve
powers - chlorokinesis (experienced) - insanity (beginner,, not her favorite thing)
skills - knitting/weaving, driving, overthinking, daydreaming, track
number of beads on necklace - three

physical description
standing at 5'8, they have a long, hourglass frame with little to no muscle, except in her legs. she blushes way too easily on her tan skin. freya has curly, chocolate hair to her neck and exhausted, dark hazel eyes - almost goldish green. just a couple scars, the most noticeable one is a giant slash, say six inches, on her right arm, the rest are from roughhousing with siblings when they were younger. although they're not a big fan of makeup - "yeah, if you enjoy makeup and think it's fun and all, that's great but for me my eyebags are eyebags and i don't feel the need to cover them up" - they don't mind jewelry. in fact, they actually really like gold jewelry and recently got into it (being a big sister of young children meant that anything could be hazard) because of the aphrodite campers. her ears were actually pierced by them.

I DONT THINK I'M FINISHING THIS SO I'LL JUST KEEP THIS HERE FOR NOW LMAO
the coding is off and i will cry but i'll fix it later OK

[sweet.peaches~]

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𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆.

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full name:: blair kit rachman
gender/pronouns:: unlabeled, she/her
age:: (young and sweet, only) seventeen(nnnnnn)
birthday:: january twenty-ninth
sexuality:: lesbian

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personality:: blair doesn't really think she has much of a personality
persay. if she had to describe herself, it'd probably be around the lines of 'angsty
workaholic prick.'to the average eye, she's weird. either she's too nice, or too bitchy,
and she doesn't really know what to do about that. and it sucks, 'cause maybe people
would actually stay if blair could learn to behave better. there's a lot of things that she
could do better, honestly. well, everything. the desire to grow is more or less what she
says to cover up the fact that she's scared of peaking. but secretly, it'd be worse if she
stayed the same. constantly, she belittles herself - wondering why the people in her
life haven't left yet, and 'understanding' why people in her life have hurt her.
because 'i deserve it.' and her sarcastic, easygoing self suddenly crumbles under the
weight of... existing. but hey, at least she's trying. that's what matters. right?

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history:: when her mom announced her pregnancy to her fiance, the seemingly happy man left,
and what remained after the shattered couple was a heartbroken single mom and a little baby
girl. early on, blair learned how to not only care for herself, but also for her mother, who was
too weak to carry on. when blair's mom collapsed in bed, exhausted after overworking herself,
blair made sure to prepare a nice meal and make sure the bathtub was hot enough for her.
most of the time, to make sure her mom wasn't stressed about hiring more employees, blair
would spend everyday, before and after school, either washing the dishes or cleaning vomit
or waiting tables, at their family diner. while also making sure that she had straight a's
because in her mind, 'my mom's already been disappointed enough. i can't let her down.'
which isn't the most healthiest mindset to have, considering one tiny mistake would leave
her devastated - collapsing in a puddle of tears from yet another mental breakdown.
for a while, the only thing she knew for a while was stress and only stress. but the thing that
kept her somewhat sane for the most part? the fact that there was a light to the end of the
tunnel. the fact that when she got to university, she would finally be happy. 'the best years
of your life are in college,' was what her mom always said. and yeah, maybe it's completely
hell most of the time, she keeps going on. if it means doing all-nighters and living on
energy drinks only, then blair will do it. after all, she wants her happy ending.
all she has to do is wait. so she will.

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━━━━━━━━━━ 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏.

[sweet.peaches~]

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on the verge of turning forty, blair has remained in the same city, the same town, the same household since... forever. and seventeen-year-old blair would've been perfectly shocked to hear about this, but sometimes it happens. the truth is, she actually was able to 'escape' as her angsty teenage self would call it. graduating with high marks, she went to the film school that was her top choice in the biggest city of the world. but despite it being her dream, something was off. it wasn't like she imagined. but still, blair kept positive, worked her ass off, and graduated feeling absolutely nothing. twenty-two years old, with a scriptwriting degree, and backbreaking student loans, and a painful emptiness in her heart. but she still kept positive, because what else could she do? except six years later, all she could show for herself was unfinished... not even scripts at that point, just scraps. unfinished scraps, hardly paid rent, an apartment as clean as the streets, and mortifying loneliness. somehow, this was worse than anything her high school years threw at her. maybe she was just a failure. maybe that was all she was destined to be, y'know? a waitress in a small town.

when she was twenty-eight, she got a call from her hometown hospital. telling her to come home immediately because her mother is unconscious after a terrible fall, and will need somebody to take care of her. blair immediately drove back to her small town, but she didn't expect to be here for more than a month. just so that her mom could get back on her own feet. but as she talked to doctors, they eventually realized that that fall wasn't just a silly ol' fall, it was a part of an awful sickness that was slowly killing her mom. and there was only two choices for blair: to either leave her mother behind for any elderly services, or to leave her dreams behind. and at first, she had her mind set on going back to the big city. after all, blair absolutely adores her mother, but staying behind meant she may never accomplish her future. but as she thought about it more, she realizes... maybe this is the call to stop trying. maybe blair was never meant for any of this. a waitress in a small town. and blair accepts her fate, and is now the manager of their family diner.

lots of people gossip about her sometimes, mostly because people don't quite have lives in such tiny towns and talk about everybody. long-time customers like her, especially since they know her from their past. people recall her as a sweet soul, but "it's clear that down the road, some things happened. now there's an aura of... sadness surrounding her." but other than the occasional conversations, blair is left forgotten. just a simple footnote in everybody else's lives. so insignificant. and yeah, of course she's so sad. her life went to 'ruins.' but blair tries not to focus on that (repressing feelings who?) because well.. she has somebody else to look after. and not just her mother.

her distant family is... not okay, to put it lightly. her mom left home as soon as she could for good reason. blair's aunt, angie, (or her mother's sister) realized she was pregnant far too late, and gave birth to a little girl. knowing she wouldn't be a good mom and wanting to focus on recovery for her mental and physical health, angie went over to her sister's place hoping she could raise the baby, but knocked the door to learn that her beloved older sister was bedridden. seeing her aunt so heartbroken, blair made the impulsive decision to raise the child herself, and angie was oh so grateful.

although most impulsive decisions usually end up with terrible outcomes, especially revolving children, it turns out that blair made a not-so-bad mother. and at the ripe age of thirty-two years old, became a mom to a girl she named phoebe. phoebe is the light of her day, and she enjoys the quiet saturday nights of movie marathons in their tiny kitchen. constantly, blair wonders whether or not she's doing good enough for her little kid. knowing how it was for blair as an only child raised by a single mother, she doesn't want phoebe to feel like the mess that she was- er, is. but phoebe is doing amazingly well, and she loves drawing, and musicals, and her mother very much. phoebe reminds blair of a certain somebody... somebody who she used to be very close with. but no matter. even though it seems like phoebe is 'doing amazingly well,' blair still wants to make sure and thinks 'that a little extra love never hurt anybody.' phoebe has an art therapist, and occasionally they do sessions together just to see how phoebe is doing. the therapist actually has suggested blair an own session to herself, but she's declined politely, saying that the family diner is making her busy. phoebe recently turned seven, and still continues to most of where blair gets her happiness from.

it is not long until blair meets somebody yet again from her past. her first and last love.

[sweet.peaches~]

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name:: oliver "ollie" yi
age:: nineteen years old
birthday:: december twenty-eight
ethnicity:: half korean, half white
gender/pronouns:: cismale, he/him
sexuality:: homosexual

major:: animation
time at camp:: six years
time as counselor:: three years

extra 001:: black cat boyfriend
extra 002:: lover of sweaters
extra 003:: exhausted 24/7
extra 004:: hopeless romantic
extra 005:: touch starved

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appearance:: standing at five foot eight, oliver is a lanky
sun-kissed boy with several freckles painting rosy cheeks.
he has tousled black hair he never learned how to style.
alongside his slightly crooked grin, he has dimples.
oliver wears far too many sweaters he styles with the
most tackiest denim jeans of all time. additionally,
he only wears his favorite pair of black converse's,
which are way too beat up to be used. thanks to his
rebellious arc, he has pierced ears and constantly wears
golden hoops. he has a simple tattoo of a heart on the
back of his neck. on his long, slender fingers is black
nail polish; it is remarkable how chipped they are.
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