Monsters,Gods, and Greeks! : A Camp Half-Blood RP ( Open! )

[KumyaKuma]

|Michelle Fermon|

I took a shakey breath, my back screaming for being flipped over and then stinging as sliced began to close up from the nectar. The burning in my throa and lungs was residing, also feeling the affects of the godly food/drink. Funny. It tasted like fresh baked cake that my Grandpa used to make. [Lol, that rhymed.] Still, even from the nectar, I was in a terrible weak stage. It would take a few days at the very least for me to gain some wieght and go back to a healthy state of being. The fever I had still burned rampage through my body, heating up my skin and causing sweat to roll of my head. "Mmatahh...." I mumbled out, trying to say 'water' or was it 'food? but my tongue felt thick and lazy, unable to function properly.

[shadows~light]

Finn-
I heard the girl in pain speak, and the girls didn't seem to notice. It's a good thing I know how to speak the language of the wounded. "She wants water, and probably needs it too." I said to the girls. They both looked at me strangely. I sighed and got the water myself. I brought it over to the wounded girl, tilting her head up softly, to make sure I didn't cause to much pain. I put the cup to her lips and said, "Drink," softly.

[Misaki Yata]

Forum:

Name: Lance
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Mortal Parent: Oregano Knight
Godly Parent: Zeus
Personality: Lance is carefree and outgoing. He loves almost everything, especially people and puppies. Lance is very social, and he tends to be this way because of his past. He hates sad things, but he enjoys a good fight, even it he's the one fighting. Lance is very interested in guns, despite his kind nature. He's also funny, energetic, outgoing, competitive, and passionate. He hardly takes anything seriously, and tends to cause trouble.
History: Lance has a depressing past, and hates to talk about it.
Pets: A grayish-silver and black Alaskan Klee Kai (but he can also summon animals made of lightning and other sky elements)
Weapon of Choice: A regular large sword made of a rare Stygian iron- (but sometimes, he also fights with his two twin dual-guns, depending on the situation.)
Looks:
Other: Lance has an older sister and a younger brother.

(PICTURES ARE NOT MINE)

[upshur]

( Haha I was camping sorry for not saying! )

Siela

Not being able to stand Lizzie anymore, she walked out of the tent with an angry air about her. Siela knew Finn would be able to take care of the girl.

[Misaki Yata]

(am i accepted? ^^")

[upshur]

( Yeah Sorry for not saying u were! I thought I did (:P )

[KumyaKuma]

|Surda|

I greedily drank the water, the cool liquid feeling so good on my parched throat. I weakly opened one eye, taking several attempts before I could fully open it. "D-danks...." I croaked out, wincing, and then wincing again. First, from the pain of talking and then the pain of wincing, twice. 'M-mein gott....that hurts. OH! D*MM*T! MY BACK!' I screached in my head, jerking my body from a painful rack of hurt running down my back and up again.

[shadows~light]

Finn-
I looked at the other girls. "Where is the ambrosia? She really needs medication right now." I started looking around with the girls and finally found some. "Here," I said to the wounded girl. "Eat this, it tastes good. I promise."

[Nari UwU]

Lizzie slumped in the corner, a position her mother would have likely scolded her for were she alive, feeling completely useless. Stupid, really, that she had been with Artemis for two centuries yet never learned to heal

[shadows~light]

Finn-
I looked over at the girl in the corner while feeding the wounded girl. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt also?" I asked.