1x1 with яαιnнeαят and Éibhear the Blue.

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This is a 1x1 RP with me (Shade.) and яαιnнeαят.

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You wouldn't think two loner kids befriending eachother was strange, right? No. Of course not; unless it was anyone but Dylan Greene and Rose Mason, two ADHD, dyslexia-prone troublemakers. They always knew they were different, though they assumed it was because of their infamous abilities to attract trouble that kept them apart from the rest of the school. That, and the typical high school cliques. They're about to discover just how different they are.

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Θ Everything must be kept at a PG-13 level.
Θ Keep to the book series info.
Θ No using actual characters from the books, make up your own.
Θ No Mary-Sues, Gary-Sues. Ever character has a weakness and will eventually get hurt and loose fights.
Θ Tess' rules DO apply.
Θ No power-playing/God-modding.
Θ Stay to each half-blood's godly parent's power; nothing like children of Demeter causing tidal waves and whatnot.
Θ This is literate/semi-lit. Proper grammar and punctuation are essential, though slip-ups are perfectly fine.

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Zeus/Jupiter: Lord of the sky and supreme ruler of the gods. Known for throwing lightening bolts.

Hera/Juno: Zeus's wife and sister. Protector of marriage, spent most of her time punishing the many women Zeus fell in love with. Likes cows and peacocks.

Poseidon/Neptune: Ruler of the sea. Brother of Zeus. Carried a three-pronged spear known as a trident.

Hades/Pluto: Ruler of the underworld and the dead. Brother of Zeus. Has a Helm of Darkness.

Ares/Mars: God of war and son of Zeus and Hera. Induces rage and battle-lust.

Athena/Minerva: Daughter of Zeus. She sprang from his split skull full-grown and in full armor. The protector of civilized life, handicrafts, and agriculture. Invented the bridle, and first to tame the horse. Creator of the olive tree and owls.

Apollo/Apollo: Son of Zeus. Master musician, archer god, healer, god of light, god of prophecy, sun god.

Dionysus/Bacchus: God of wine and madness.

Aphrodite/Venus: Daughter of Zeus. Goddess of Love and Beauty. Creator of doves, sparrows, and swans.

Hermes/Mercury: Son of Zeus. God of thieves and travelers, symbol is a caduceus.

Artemis/Diana: Apollo's twin sister and daughter of Zeus. Lady of wild things and huntsman to the gods. As Apollo is the Sun, Artemis is the moon.

Hephaestus/Vulcan: Son of Zeus and Hera, god of the forges and fire.

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Ѧʏ Ғσямƨ:

Name: Rosemarie (Rose) Mason
Gender: Female
Age: 14
History: Rose was sent to a NYC correctional school by her mom, who didn't believe her excuses behind the reasons of all the trouble she caused, or why her grades were so bad, or that the teachers were out to get her-- literately. Thinking this school would be no better than the last four she'd been to, she traveled across the country from her South California home. But there, she met her best friend Dylan, instantly becoming friends with him. She and her mom never contact eachother, and she doesn't like talking about her.
Personality: Rose is sarcastic and reckless, charging into dangerous situations and causing trouble, but only if she thinks she needs to. She has her own way of looking at things, generally using what some have nicknamed "Rose-logic" to get her points across. Rose has a generally negative outlook on things, but that doesn't stop her from living life to the fullest. She's quite protective/territorial of her friends and won't hesitate to throw a punch here and there in their defense. She speaks her mind and couldn't care less what people have to say-- except for Dylan, as he's her best friend.
Family/Friends: Her mom, Janine Mason, a South Cali cop.
Crush: No one yet.
BF/GF: No one yet.
Other Info: She has no weapon yet (as if she needed one-- she can make a weapon out of just about anything) but will when she gets to camp, a three-and-a-half foot-long celestial bronze blade called Kratos with an Omega etched just before the hilt. She also has a curious habit of accidentally shocking people occasionally-- especially when she's angry.
Looks: Mid-back length dirty-blond hair, icy blue eyes.

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Name: Dylan Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 14
History: Not much, really. I grew up in a boarding school because my mom didn't believe in why my grades were bad, or why the teachers tried to kill me. Not just homework wise, but legit-- kill, end-his-existance kill.
Personality: Dylan is described as sarcastic and pestimistic, but loyal and brave as well. He is kind to his friends and protects them with his life. He is very passionate about what he believes in and who he loves. He is socially awkward, and not very good at making friends, but he likes it that way, as he is mostly a loner. Distrustful to most people at first, it's hard for him to trust others and work together with them.
Family/Friends: His mother, Maria Greene, is a hair-dresser in upstate New York. His father supposively left them when Dylan was born.
Crush: None yet.
BF/GF: None yet.
Other Info: Not much. He does have a weapon; a sword, that his mother claims his father left for him. His mother only sees it as a child's plastic sword, but Dylan sees it as it really is; a dangerous, lethal 30-inch-long {2 1/2 ft} Imperial Gold sword with a gold hilt, painted with waves and strange hippo-horses.
Looks: Straight black hair with blue-green eyes like the sea.

[Sorry for being unoriginal. He's the son of Poseidon. Or Neptune, in his case.]

Name: Amaryllis
Gender: Female
Age: 2,400. But who's counting? (Frozen at 13)
History: I grew up in Ancient Greece, in Athens, during the Golden Age. Oh! Thou should hath been there. Brillant statues, beautiful myrials and paintings, and people did not think thee were crazy for believing in the gods. Thou could openly praise the gods without being considered insane. I was only a young girl, merely 6, when my mother told me of Artemis. Oh, how I wished to escape man's grasp over women! I left for Artemis at age 13, and I have loved my sisters ever since. I forget my old name, but Artemis had given me thy name, Amaryllis, around 2,300 years previous. It means "sparkle".
Personality: Amaryllis is proud and strong, often speaking her mind. She isn't the most charismatic, as she doesn't really understand modern Americans' logic. She is currently Artemis' Lieutenant.
Family/Friends: They're dead.
Crush: *Laughs* men are idiots.
BF/GF: As if!
Other Info: none
Looks: Light tan skin, and long silky black hair. Striking green eyes. Like most Greeks.

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[[Okay, so I guess I'll start ;D]]

Amaryllis

"Amaryllis!"
Amaryllis woke up, startled. Artemis was calling her. "Yes?" Amaryllis replied quickly, brushing any dirt and wrinkles out of her clothes. Artemis' head peeked around the corner. Although Artemis was a goddess, she looked about Amaryllis' age; a young girl. "I want to travel east. The summer solstice is a few days, so naturally my presense is needed. Gather the girls and have them pack up our tents. I will scout ahead." Amaryllis nodded to her leader before picking up her bow. Although she suspected Artemis was lying, she did not disobey her. Artemis is a goddess. She could easily teleport herself to Mount Olympus without putting all of us huntresses in danger. Why does she want all of us to go east? She blew a conch that she had strapped around her waist, to wake all her "sisters" up. "Sisters! Change of plans! Thee will travel east, in preperation of the summer solstice. Pack up all of thy's belongings, and the tents, and thee shall begin." Various huntresses woke up, drowsy, rubbing their eyes. They quickly shot into action, putting away tools and instruments, tents and food...

Dylan

Stupid. Test.

Dylan was in the middle of a History test when the bell rang, signalling the end of the period. He groaned outloud. He understand the material, but when he sat down, the words just floated off the page. He couldn't understand a single word! He ended up guessing the rest of the test before meeting Rose outside his classroom door in the hallway. He gave her a weak smile, before falling beside her as they walked to their dreaded class together; bio. "I just failed that test. Couldn't read anything; they just floated around me, bunching together..."

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Rose

Rose cast him a sympathetic glance. "Same. Algebra was murder. Honestly, who cares about what four times the square root of whatever is?" She ran a hand through her blond hair, dreading having to go to Biology, even though she somewhat understood what the books were talking about. What she didn't understand, though, was how their teacher, Mr. Adams, could excel at being not only boring, but being a complete jerk to her and Dylan. "Wonder what torture Adams has planned for us today," she said, walking up to the Biology classroom's door.

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Dylan

Dylan shrugged. He didn't particularly like Mr. Adams. Rose made that obvious, too. "He'll probably make us disect owl pellets again." Dylan shuddered, remembering that not-so-pleasant afternoon. "It took me a week to get that stench off me!" Reaching Mr. Adam's doorway, he headed into the back of the room and slid into one of the lab stools. The state-of-the-art biology classroom was cluttered with all sorts of test tubes, graduated cylinders, textbooks, and safety goggles. And yes, the various tools to disect stuff, which mostly looked like safety scissors on steriods.

[kannagi]

Prophecy... <3

Very different, yet much alike,
2 different bloods must unite
If they are to survive the fight.

How ever, if they are to survive,
They must seek outside help
From the goddess of the night sky.

Travel west; this isn't a test
Figure out the puzzle
During the war of blood and gore.

Don't be fooled, that isn't the problem
A secret criminal is using you as their tool.
Figure them out, before it's too late
On the eighth day, once the sun sets
It'll all be set in slate.

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Rose

Rose grimaced at that happy thought and left Dylan to sit next to her unwanted lab partner. "Hey Rose," said Brandon Louis, grinning hugely at her. "Hi Brandon," she said, forcing a smile. Brandon had a not-so-secret crush on her and pestered her non stop. It wasn't that he wasn't good-looking or anything-- he was, and he knew it. He was so full of himself, she wondered how he managed to support that massive ego of his. Turning around in her seat, she shot a pained look at Dylan. "Mason! Turn around!" barked Adams as he stalked into the room. Narrowing her icy blue eyes, she turned back around and glared at her Bio teacher. It was so unfair. Everyone else in the class was talking and horsing around, but no. He had to pick on her.

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Dylan

Dylan gave Rose a encouraging grin when he saw her tortured look. He rolled his eyes at Brandon. Dylan took out his green biology folder, and got out yesterday's paper they were working out. Mr. Adams walked in and snapped at Rose, and Dylan dropped the paper.

It wasn't that Dylan had an anger problem. No, no. He didn't have that. He just hated it when people picked on Rose. Every time someone was rude to her, or unfair, he just -- snapped. A familar sound echoed through his ears, like furious waves crashing on a desolate beach, and as he bent down to pick up his paper, the snap of a water faucet breaking echoed throughout the large room. The teacher's lab desk, at the front of the room, sprayed water everywhere, but mostly on Mr. Adam's and the homework sheets he was going to pass out. With an astonished look on his face, Mr. Adam's dropped the HW, and his coffee, as his expensive suit was soaked with water. "ARRRGHH!" He screamed, flailing about like a 7 year old girl. The class burst into laughter. Dylan, trying to mask his laughter but failing, doubled over in hysterics, kneeling on the ground, sending Mr. Adams into a greater rage. "G-GREENE! GO TO THE OFFICE-- NOW!" He pointed a soaked finger at the door, which was sprayed with water as well. Great, now I'll get wet. Dylan thought as he picked up his stuff. The faulty faucet was right next to the door, and a wide arc of water was in between the exit and the room. But as Dylan walked through, he felt... nothing. And he came out on the other side, dry.