Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! *Info inside~OPEN*

[chxrryvanilla]

Cheyenne

Aphrodite was probably her mom? This made her grin. She didn't know what gave that away. How do you know it's probably Aphrodite?

[Writing 4 Eva!]

piper mclean
"You didn't study any greek mythology like at all, right? It's because of the nickname anyone would be able to tell. Little Dove? Aphrodite is related to the dove, so that makes the connection." Piper explained. She wasn't some know it all like Annabeth, but she knew a lot of stuff about her mother, though this was just the basic every sigle camper in Camp Half Blood knew.

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[chxrryvanilla]

Cheyenne

I've studied Greek Mythology about this much. She held up her hand and put her thumb and index finger a centimeter apart from each other. It still basically counts.

[Lance-McClain]

Percy
Looked at Cheyenne as she interrupted them. He was, about to say something when Leo spoke then Annbeth. It made him lose his train of thought. Leos cabin would be on his team for the Flap? Awesome. They were great at making weapons. He looked at Leo then Piper and listened to her talk to Cheyenne. At least she knows a little about it. She knows more about it than I did when I was first here.

[Joey.]

((Sorry if I get a little confusing with my Greek Mythology, I worship Greek Gods and spend most of my time reading about them. x3
And I am almost positive there is no cabin for Nyx, as she is considered a nonentity in the God's eyes, but I have her daughter here for more drama as she's been considered a virgin Goddess.))

((Okay, okay, okay, before you read this form, I want you to remember that all of the tattoos that are in this woman's pictures are NOT hers, I don't like the ferret tattoo and etc. E_E
So I gave her her own tattoos...Danke, enjoy. xD))

Name;;Fable Aashild
Nickname;;Fable is a rather short name...
Age;;17
Date of Birth;;July 13th.
Gender;;Female
Orientation;;Bisexual
Nationality;;Norwegian

Well, I really don't feel like having to explain myself to you but I suppose I should... I'm Fable, and I realize my accent is odd, I'm Norwegian. Now I realize I also look rather odd, but I'll just get to that later...

I'm 19 years of age, born on February 13th. I have no nicknames except for "freak" or "Goth"
But other than that, Fable is my known name, if anyone even knows me.

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Eyes;; Mossy green.
Hair;;Red and dreaded.
Skin;;I'm quite pale, thank you.
Height;;I'm pretty tall, I'm 5'9
Weight;;118 lbs.
Piercings;;Dimples, Septum and Labret. 2" gauges. xP
Tattoos;; Right arm Left arm Back Chest Right leg Left leg

I know I'm a freak, right? xP
I'm covered in tattoos and I am perfectly fine with it, my body is a canvas and I am still not finished decorating it.
I get weird looks all of the time from people while some guys who think they are bad*ss think it's attractive.
BAH! I'm not a bad person because I have tattoos, piercings, dreads and I prefer motorcycles over cars.
I love helping people and I'm actually pretty outgoing and fun to be around.

I'm a pretty hyper chick once you get to know me, though I may look quite intimidating while walking down the road covered in tattoos and with dreadlocks.
Speaking of which... I've had my dreads for about a year now, I absolutely ADORE them and it'll be a really long time before I even CONSIDER cutting them off.

And after moving to Camp Halfblood... It's been different, my focus has increased, I'm quicker and much more dangerous, I feel...Powerful for once, maybe now I can get people to take me seriously.

Anyway, my preferred weapon is my twin swords and my mother's powers flow through my body.
Oh yeah, and my mother's name is Nyx, the Goddess of Night, so my stealth is fantastic now!
No wonder my father could never catch me sneaking out at night...

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Can you tell that I love the beach?

I don't know what they're talking about
I'm making my own decisions
This thing that I found ain't gonna bring me down
I'm like a junkie without an addiction

Mama don't cry I just wanna stay high
I like playing with danger and fear
Everybody's walkin' but nobody's talkin'
It looks a lot better from here

All my life I've been over the top
I don't know what I'm doing all I know is I don't wanna stop
All fired up, I'm gonna go 'til I drop
You're either in or in the way, don't make me I don't wanna stop

Why don't they ever listen to me
It's just a one way conversation
Nothing they say is gonna set me free
Don't need no mental masturbation

Too many religions but only one god
I don't need another saviour
Don't try to change my mind
You know I'm one of a kind
Ain't gonna change my bad behaviour

All my life I've been over the top
I don't know what I'm doing all I know is I don't wanna stop
All fired up, I'm gonna go 'til I drop
You're either in or in the way, don't make me I don't wanna stop
All my life I've been over the top
I don't know what I'm doing all I know is I don't wanna stop
All fired up, I'm gonna go 'til I drop
You're either in or in the way, don't make me I don't wanna stop

I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop
I don't wanna stop

All my life I've been over the top
I don't know what I'm doing all I know is I don't wanna stop
All fired up, I'm gonna go 'til I drop
You're either in or in the way, don't make me I don't wanna stop
All my life I've been over the top
I don't know what I'm doing all I know is I don't wanna stop
All fired up, I'm gonna go 'til I drop
You're either in or in the way, don't make me I don't wanna stop

Beach again...

My kitty named Hvit Vinter(White Winter in Norwegian.)

Me and my ex... We don't talk about him, okay?

Probably the most recent picture of me, my gauges are slightly bigger than that though.

I was laying in front of my fireplace, figured why not?

Waterpark!

Me and my Ferret named blåmerke (Bruise in Norwegian...)

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Name;;Creed
Nickname;;It's just Creed.
Age;;19
Date of Birth;;June 6th
Gender;;Male
Orientation;;Bisexual..
Nationality;;Scottish

I don't really feel like I should have to tell you anything about me, but since we're already here...

My name is Creed, and I am the son of Hades, the God of death and the underworld, his powers flow through my body, scorching my veins.
And of course, I feel betrayed by his...Abandoning of me.

He never spoke to me, never cared enough to even contact me as a human, even though he is known for not following the rules of his dear brother, Zeus.

On another note, I am 19 years of age, I was born on June 6th in a small town in Scotland, my mother abandoned me shortly after my birth and left me in the care of a poor peasant woman that could barely feed herself, let alone a child.
And yet, she raised me, and then I took her and fled to America for a better life.
Shortly after moving here, she disappeared from the face of the earth and I have never seen her again...
So I suppose you could safely assume that I have some trust issues.

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Eyes;;Raven black.
Hair;;Black and currently it's short.
Skin;;Pale.
Height;;6'3"
Weight;;135 lbs.
Tattoos;; My anatomically correct wing tattoo.
Scars;;One that starts at my chin and disappears into my neckline.

Though my father is Hades, I am not a violent person and I do not enjoy seeing the suffering of others.
I am a quiet lad that prefers to sit in a library alone with a book and a fire nearby, not out slaying creatures with my twin battle axes.
But now that I'm here, such luxury is not common.
My hair is usually kept long and reaches my shoulders in black waves, but for now I am keeping it short and wavy, my eyes are a inky black color that people compare to a Raven's wings, changing colors from the reflected light.

I'm apparently favored over many females...And I do not really care for it, I acknowledge they like me, yes, but when they make jokes about how I should be Aphrodite's son, I refuse to take it anymore.

I am bisexual, yes. I've never cared about gender when it comes to love, and speaking of love... I have not ever BEEN in love.
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I will dedicate
And sacrifice my everything for just a second's worth
Of how my story's ending
And I wish I could know if the directions that I take
And all the choices that I make won't end up all for nothing
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Help me carry on
Assure me it's ok to use my heart and not my eyes
To navigate the darkness
Will the ending be ever coming suddenly?
Will I ever get to see the ending to my story?
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
So when and how will I know?
How much further do I have to go?
How much longer until I finally know?
Because I'm looking and I just can't see what's in front of me
In front of me
Show me what it's for
Make me understand it
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer
Is there something more than what i've been handed?
I've been crawling in the dark looking for the answer

As I stated above, I've never cared about gender and I've never been in love.

I do not know what it's like to fall in love, let alone be in it.
I am open to dating I suppose, but females are just...Picky, and though they may like me, they do not like me!

Males are somewhat easier, just no one seems to be as opened to dating the same gender as I am anymore...
For now, I remain single, and friendless, no one seems to care about the quiet Scot that walks around and training by himself.

[chxrryvanilla]

Annabeth

Annabeth laughed abit, before it almost got out of control, thinking of what Percy was when he got here to now. A kid who drooled in his sleep. Who thought demigods couldn't possibly exist, who helped his mother turn his step-father into the art piece, "The Poker Player", compared to this tall, strong, heroic kid beside her. She covered her mouth, stopping herself from laughing more. Cheyenne atleast had an idea that demigods existed!

Cheyenne

Cheyenne thought about how it would be to be a daughter of the love and beauty goddess. She wondered how everyone was like. Were they nice? Or were they snobby rich kids?



((Accepted ^.^ More peepz!))

[Writing 4 Eva!]

"You can't charmspeakn right? I think that is okay, with Drew and me it is enough." Piper smiled kindly at the girl. "At least you know something. Well, follow me, I can show you around."

[Joey.]

((Are there any open characters that mine could converse with now?))

||Fayte||

Clad in a pair of well fitted black jeans that were tucked into black combat boots and a black v-neck that smoothly fit over his lean figure, a tall man with thick dark hair and an inky gaze stepped through the gate that perched on top of the hill, slowly making his way down curiously, a backpack fastened with safety pins, patches and buttons slung over his left shoulder, fastened in place by one hand.
Pausing in mid-stride, the man raked his gaze across every single minuscule detail that there was, worried that there would be something he'd missed, something important. "Camp Halfblood..." The words rolled off of his tongue like a thick paint, his Scottish accent gruff and low, annoyance clear in it. "I don't even know what my father is, let alone what cabin to find." He added in a grumble under his breath. With a long sigh of annoyance, Creed delved deeper into the camp, looking at the symbols above the cabins and pursed his lips, dragging his free hand along his jaw.
I've heard that kids resemble their parental deity...Poesiden's kids are usually blue eyed, Athena's were grey-eyed with dark hair...
Aphrodite's were beautiful... Maybe mine has black eyes and dark hair. He wondered mentally, inclining his head to the side.

||Fable||

"I don't really feel like doing this."
The voice, thick with another foreign accent belonged to a tall, slender woman who was completely covered in tattoos that ranged from her neck and chest down to her back, and each extremity, and an outline was beginning on her stomach, though it was covered by a black wife beater. The female had long bright crimson hair that was tightly dreaded and fell to her waist, framing her round child-like face that also was adorned with piercings, two studs in each cheek, surfacing her dimples even more than they were

The person she directed the words at was a much taller and more muscular man with a shaven head and mismatched eyes, one eye blue and the other brown. With a sharp chuckle, the man clapped her on her back with a heavily tattooed hand, "Well," He began, accent equally as thick as hers, "You need to go here, you'll be much safer...Maybe you'll hear from your mother again."

The dreadhead flinched from his words, "I don't want to talk to her."She mumbled, "She ignored me last time, she let Jeffrey die.."

The man frowned, "I don't think she meant any harm, Fable, she can't do everything." He told her sadly, then pulled her into a tight hug, "Now go and make me proud." He murmured, planting a fat kiss on her forehead then released her, shoving his hands through his leather jacket pockets.

Fable hesitated before slowly turning, pulling her leather backpack that was shaped into a dragon, wings spread, head on her shoulder (I love those things...) And walked through the gate, walking down the hill with tears filling her mis-colored eyes.

[chxrryvanilla]

Cheyenne

Cheyenne grinned and followed Piper, who was probably her half-sister. More than likely her half sister.

[Writing 4 Eva!]

"First lets go to see the cabins. The first one is Zeus's cabin, and number one. I've known just two kids of Zeus, Jason and Thalia, though she turned into a hunter of Artemis now. Jason- he is tall and blond and with blue eyes. If you see him, can you tell him to find me?" Piper hesitated a bit as she spoke to Cheyenne, but then she shrugged.