just . different [ open ]

[pumpkin.]

ｆａｌｌｏｎ ｇｒｅｇｏｒ ➳
| ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ➳ No One || ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ➳ Evan || ᴏᴘᴇɴ |

It was a quiet morning in the halfblood camp; the birds were chirping, the sun was shining- until Fallon rolled out of bed and reality came crashing down like a tidal wave. Ha, see what I did there? Anyway, Fallon hadn't purposefully fallen out of bed; no, she was just being the typical klutz she was. Except for the fact that, when she fell, she had been asleep. So, I suppose that's an excuse. But, this is Fallon we're talking about; there's no excuse for her. Never had been, never would be. So when the fragile girl writhed, twisted and turned on the floor, she was thinking of no one, nothing, except that she could only blame herself. You see, she put all of the guilt onto herself, even if the situation wasn't her fault; it was instinctive, as her mother had always reflected the faults towards Fallon, as if she was the one that had caused her problems.

Eyelids fluttering open to reveal shattered blue eyes, Fallon groaned in utter aggravation as she scrambled to her feet; that harsh landing would certainly leave a mark. And, just then, she most definitely wasn't worried if she woke her brother up. He could grumble about it later, if he hadn't brushed off the incident by then. Rising to her feet on trembling legs, Fallon muttered something under her breath that wasn't the most ladylike before going on her 'merry' way and quickly changing into one of the most casual outfits she could find. It contrasted against her "good-girl" personality, and her shy appearance, and Fallon wasn't exactly one for the sneakers; she only cared for the beanie, really. Then again, it was just a cropped camp t-shirt and shorts, with the added covering for her head, and sneakers. Nothing major.

With a soft huff of apprehension, the girl whipped around on the ball of her heel, making sure not to stumble as she exited the cabin she and her brother shared. Hera. Fallon's forehead creased and her eyebrows furrowed together, a question sketched onto her features as the name of her mother was repeated in her mind. She didn't even like thinking that name. So, as she strolled- scratch that, stalked- towards where the breakfast was held, she didn't exactly seem like the most welcoming person. She seemed almost dominant. Realizing that, Fallon's eyes widened in what seemed like shock; she was never one for outrageous emotions such as anger. Almost instantly her typical submissive form returned, and a shaking hand rose to brush a strand of blonde hair away from her eyes. Others tended to get ticked off when she showed any signs of dominance. It was like an omega trying to stand up to an alpha; wolf-wise, not alphabet-wise.

Absentmindedly tugging the hem of her shirt, Fallon glanced up and around the area, pausing in her tracks to observe what was surrounding her. It seemed everyone was waking and heading towards the breakfast area. So, naturally, that was where Fallon was heading. Fallon shuddered slightly at the sight of the son and daughter of Zeus; Evan and Wren. Evan had never been her favorite person, never had her first pick of a personality. Wren was just..., hard to explain. She seemed rather..., hot-headed? Is that the term? Shrugging to herself, the daughter of Hera shoved her hands in her pockets, finding no one else to observe, and continued her slow walk towards the pavilion.

[Brittle]

ϟ ｗｒｅｎ ｖｉｃｔｏｒｉａｎ ϟ

tagged;evan ϟ with;no one ϟ dating; son of hermes ϟ daughter of; zeus

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Wren rolled over in her restless sleep, Zeus would not leave her alone. The dreams, or nightmares, were of her repeatedly getting struck by lightning every time she did something wrong. "Evaannnnn!" she moaned, taking a pillow and throwing it at the door just as he was leaving. The king of the gods loved his son obviously more then he loved her, Evan got everything. The good looks, powers and almost everything a person would want except his personality. 'Humble' is what he calls himself, more like the biggest *ss hole this place had ever seen. The derelict girl pushed herself up, and rubbed her forehead hard. Wren could still feel the powerful lightning coursing through her, sucking out her entire life practically. Reaching for the brass door knob, Wren was immediately welcomed with a sharp zap, when her fingers grazed the door. "Damn it!", as she let out a string of even worse words to use, for a gods daughter, Wren wrenched the door open again. This time sparks flew. Sucking on her now burnt finger, the wiry girl shook her head savagely. "Why do these things only happen to me?" Throwing on some clothes, Wren looped her belt through her shorts and was out the door in a, well, flash.

{sorry for suckish post, will post for everyone else once I find the muse, anyone can walk up to her XD
I guess Zeus' kids aren't as nice as Hercules, sorry for calling him a- you know what XP}

[lady.]

ａｌａｓｋａ ｓｈａｙ ｈｅｍｓｄａｌｅ
ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ; ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴀᴘᴏʟʟᴏ ; ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀɢᴇ ; ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴏᴅʏ

xxxxxAlaska twitched a little in her sleep, her eyes moving back and forth under her eyelids. Since her father was the god of prophecy, it wasn't surprising that the girl herself began to get small little visions. She wasn't sure if they were important, but she was sure that if she kept on having these dreams, she'd end up never being able to have a good night's sleep again. At the peak of dream, or nightmare, Alaska shot up from her bed, gasping for air. Her eyes squinted a little as she looked around the cabin, trying to ignore the sunshine pouring out of the windows. I don't ever want to go to sleep again.. she thought, rolling her eyes. Alaska looked over at her cabin mates and snorted when they were all asleep. Of course she'd be the first one to wake up, she always was. Stretching a little, Alaska let out a quiet yawn and swung her legs over her bed, stepping off and onto the floor. The brunette ran towards her cabinet and pulled out an outfit fit for camp, but also a little classy in it's ways. 4 years in Camp Half-Blood, and she still didn't quite enjoy it. Too many people were annoyed, and they kept on acting like capture the flag was the olympics or something. Especially the Athena and Ares kids. Oh god, how she hated those two cabins. Although, she couldn't really say anything. Her boyfriend, Gage, was in fact an Ares kid.

Stepping outside of her cabin, Alaska took a long look around her surroundings before stepping off the front steps and onto the ground. A few Hephaestus kids whistled at her, and so did a few Ares kids, but she just shrugged it off. 4 years of her living in between the two cabins made her get a little bit used to it. Alaska crossed her arms and slowly began to walk to the breakfast area, a little annoyed that she had to eat by herself. Most of the Apollo kids didn't get up that early, it was usually Alaska who became the early bird. It took a few minutes before everyone could join her at the Apollo table, and it annoyed her that she'd look like a complete loner sitting by herself. With a roll of her eyes, Alaska walked over and grabbed herself a plate filled with everything breakfast was serving. Letting out a sigh, the brunette took painfully slow steps to her table and sat down, picking at her food with a fork. "Sucks that we have to have assigned tables. We're not 5 anymore." she mumbled, fiddling a little with the fabric of her shorts.

ｌａｎｄｏｎ ｃｈｒｉｓｔｏｐｈｅｒ ｍａｙｗｏｏｄ
ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʙɪɴ ; sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ ; ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴇɴᴢɪ ; ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ

xxxxxwork in progress

[slurp slurp]

[ reserve spots. nice. well then, i guess this is mine too.. *whistles and walks away*]
[ or not. we should be started by tomorrow, right guys? I wanna get this going to get a few more people. ]

[Speak]

-never mind-

[glassea]

❝ ｌｉｂｂａ ｍｏｒｒｉｓｏｎ ❞
▬▬ ♚ ▬▬ ( age ]] sixteen ) ▬▬ ( parent ]] athena ) ▬▬ ( dating ]] son of artemis ) ▬▬ ( tagged ]] landon ) ▬▬ ♚ ▬▬

libba's eyes hurt. actually, everything about her hurt. it'd been a hard training session yesterday, especially with the ares kids. generally ares and athena got along okay, but that didn't stop their kids from beating each other up -well, the ares kids were the beaters and the athena kids the beatees. but libba's eyes hurt because she was exhausted and didn't want to open them. she did so anyways and closed them again almost instantly. the morning light was far too bright. rolling over, she saw the lump of her half-brother landon in the bunk across the way. she couldn't tell if he was asleep or awake. "landon," libba hissed, waiting for a response. when none was forthcoming, she continued. "you awake?" honestly, libba was just about bored to death as well as tired. and a bored athena kid was never good. she thought about it. was it worth getting up and going to breakfast when her muscles would surely protest? no, she decided. not just yet.

❝ ｅｖａｎ ｓｕｌｌｉｖａｎ ❞
▬▬ ♚ ▬▬ ( age ]] nineteen ) ▬▬ ( parent ]] zeus ) ▬▬ ( dating ]] fallon ) ▬▬ ( tagged ]] wren [thought] ) ▬▬ ♚ ▬▬

evan woke with a smile. today was going to be a good day, he could feel it. he rolled out of bed and pulled on some clothes, his usual camp t-shirt and jeans. and don't forget the sword - you never knew when you would have to bash some heads. clipping it on, evan practically stomped out the door, not caring i his sister woke or not. they'd never really gotten along well. evan felt he was a better son then her anyways. he was better at pretty much everything, in his own humble opinion. the walk to the pavilion was not too far. the sun was shining, and the bird were singing. what could be better then that? and - evan sniffed - bacon for breakfast. with any luck he'd be awake and up there to get a good portion. obviously some would go to his all-mighty father, but the second-best portion of bacon would be his. evan licked his lips as he entered the pavilion. he could already taste that bacon.

[ so, yeah, really short. they'll get longer when stuff happens.
i hope this is okay -
oh, and just remember evan's a jerk so don't be insulted or anything.
i'm just doing it as he would think it. c; ]

[sakatoharaki]

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Xander Mizza

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• hello, my name is Alexander "Xander" Mizza
• i've been here for 3 years
• i am 23 years old
• i am the son of Hephaestus & I am dating the daughter of Artemis
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This is Xander Mizza, one look at a him screams trouble however he is rather relaxed and a fun loving guy. Xander loves to party, dance, and just generally hang. That being said he is always up for a good time even in the worst possible moments. If you can prove to just hang loose and not stress out on the little things he will get along with you just fine. He can be a dork sometimes but he is unashamed of it. Missions are different story though, during them Xander is all business and is able to put on a serious face. Xander's eyes are an emerald green but usually he does not let people close enough to see them. He is 5’11” and 190lbs which is pretty much all muscle. Also, Xander is half Greek so he has an olive tone tan especially when out in the sun frequently. For most of his life Xander grew up on the streets of New Mexico avoiding a broken home where his mother was treated horribly by his step father. Through out his childhood and teen years Xander survived doing what he had to in order to earn a quick buck, stealing, scamming, and working for shady people. Well that was until he found out his father was Hephaestus. At that point Xander changed his life and left for the camp. He turned his back on the harsh mortal life and began to work everyday to become a hero in honor of his father.

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Valiela Trayaeg

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• hello, my name is Valiela Trayaeg
• i've been here for 2 years
• i am 17 years old
• i am the daughter of Ares & I am dating the son of Hades
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Valiela is 5'3 and 117lbs of pure woman. Her hair is platinum blonde that hangs just below her shoulders. Her eyes are a sky blue with a ring of grey tucked in near her pupil. Growing up Valiela came from a large immigrant family of 6 children plus her grandmother who were all tucked into a one story house in New York. She is the fourth child who was accustomed to hand me downs and limited space at home. Most of her days were spent working in her parents restaurant before and after school to help make ends meet. She always felt like a number as she never stood out among her brothers and sisters. However unlike the rest of her family Valiela is a demigod, daughter of her mortal mother and Ares. When she was 15, she was approached by a camp director who told her of her true linage and Valiela was more than egar to leave her mundane life for a chance to be different. Since then she has built herself to be a warrior like her father leading the charts as far as training goes. Valiela is a fireball, she voices her opionion and is not afraid of a challenge even when she knows she cannot win. After growing up so constricted she lets her inner flame burn outward which sometimes makes her come off as stubborn. At first Valiela might seem rude and untrusting but she can become a loyal friend once her trust is earned. She is also an extremely hard worker who strives for perfection in everything she does.

[Brittle]

bumpies! finished wren's post!}}

[pumpkin.]

{ I finished Fallon. I'm on mobile, sorry for bad post. I'll find time to post Gage soon c: }

[slurp slurp]

[that's alright. sakatoharaki accepted, and my post will come after I eat.]