Long Island, New York 11954~Camp Half-Blood RP~Accepting

[kittycatt]

Aiden watched as the girl walked away from him. He wondered who she was, oh well he needed to go see Chiron. He made his way through the strawberry fields towards the big house. Aiden slowly climbed the steps and made his way around the deck. Mr.D and Chiron were playing Pinochle like always. They were so engrossed in arguing about how to correctly tally up the points that they didn't notice Aiden standing there. He put his hands in his pocket and rocked back and forth, finally with a burst of courage he spoke up "Uh Mr.D, Chiron?" he said. They stopped their argument and turned to him.

"What do you want boy," Mr.D said bothered by the interruption. He clearly wanted to continue with his game and the demigod was only interrupting him.

"My mother appeared to me in dream. She's asked me to go and retrieve her magic girdle. It seems she's misplaced it and monster has taken advantage of it." Aiden quietly said avoiding Mr.D's glare. He looked at Chiron to see what he thought about the dream. Chiron seemed to be lost in thought.

"Well of course you must go, the question is with who?" The centaur was clearly thinking of possible demigods for the quest.

"Aphrodite mentioned a demigod I should go with. I don't know the girl she just gave me a name and a smirk. Arcadia?" Aiden spoke rapidly. He knew it was odd that Aphrodite has requested a specific demigod.

"Ah, I will have John go and get her, then we will discuss more." Chiron said as a satyr suddenly appeared from inside The Big House.

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{{Who will be the third member on your quest?}}

[Missing-One]

(( We're waiting on a response from Oboe C. ))

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{{I'll go if you need me to :)}}

[Hannah Elise]

Victoria Rose Carlton
Daughter of Hades
17 years old ~ female
Weapons: Uses a bow and arrow also a small curved sword
Power: Darkness ~ The ability to generate darkness to hide herself
Where: Mess Hall
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Victoria watched the newbie leave the hall instead of following, she made her way over to the Hades table. Seating down in front of girl with instinctive black wavy hair, looking into the girls stormy blue eyes Victoria couldn't help but grin slightly. "How you hold up Jay??" Victoria asked curiously while she slowly ate her small breakfast wondering if there was going to be a quest soon but the truth is Victoria knew she wouldn't be picked as really she wasn't the best company to keep.
Victoria wasn't really good at making friends and although she was great at fighting and being stealthy but most quests at the moment doesn't really need your skills, sighing slightly Victoria looked up from her food and at Jay again wondering what she thought of her.

[Missing-One]

She’d walked around the Arena and managed to avoid any other encounters on her trip back to the Hecate cabin. Arcadia sighed and combed her fingers through her hair, pausing on the steps that lead to the door. She squinted against the sun, holding a hand over her eyes.

The area around the cabins was far from empty. Other campers came and went, entering and leaving their respective buildings. They milled about, chattering among themselves as they made their way to wherever they were going. Arcadia sighed, shaking her head as she turned back around to face her own cabin. She lifted a hand and pointed her index finger at the door, murmured a quick spell and then stepped inside as it swung open.

The cabin was empty inside, with the exception of her things thrown everywhere- shirts hanging off the edge of other bunks, pants laying on the floor, papers spewed in every which direction. She’d have to clean it up sometime this weekend, but at least she didn’t have anyone nagging her to do it, right? An upside. Maybe the only upside.

There were no other Hecate kids, other than her, at camp. Not yet, anyways. It was pretty lonely. She’d always preferred the quiet, but when she laid in her bunk at night in complete silence she wasn’t so sure. It seemed as though everyone at Camp Half-Blood had siblings, someone to share their worries with. Not Arcadia, though. She didn’t have anyone to tell about how she’d lost the training match, no one to pat her on the back and say she’d do better next time, that it happened to everyone. No, she was just alone, and gods damn it, she hated it.

Arcadia threw herself onto the bunk she’d claimed as hers, her groan muffled with the pillow she buried her face into. She wished she would stop whining- it really meant something when you started to get on your own nerves. Maybe a nice nap would make her not so depressing. Yes, a nap would be a good idea. She rolled over onto her side, not bothering to kick her shoes off, and pulled her knees up. She took deep breaths, letting her eyes close and willed herself to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Her muscles relaxed and she grew calmer, her worries and anxieties leaving as she started to fall asleep. It was good. Why hadn’t she thought of this bef-

The sound of two sharp knocks sounded and Arcadia jumped. She yelped as she smacked her head on the top bunk and doubled over, cradling the wound. She cringed and slowly let go, shifting off the mattress and slowly standing up. Now someone wanted to talk to her?

She let out a long sigh and looked to the door. She eyed it for a moment, beginning to doubt she had heard anything at all when there was another knock, though this one was even louder than the next. Well, then.

She dragged herself over to the door and pulled it open to find a satyr on the other side of the threshold. Silence passed over them, Arcadia waiting for him to explain himself. When he didn’t, her shoulders sagged and her expression shifted to a scowl. “Well? What do you want? What could you possibly want now of all times?” She hadn’t meant to let it sound so scornful and angry, but jeez, this guy sure had some timing.

[bugiscool]

Alester St.Clair
Poseidon

Nickname~Lester, but most people just call him St.Clair
Gender~Male
Age~17
Physical Description~ St. Clair is 5 foot 11 inches tall, slender, yet with a lot of muscles. Black hair and blue-green eyes. Almost looks like the description of Poseidon himself, but St. Clair has blue-green eyes instead. He weighs about 157 pounds.
Clothing Style~ St. Clair wears a white t-shirt with dark blue jeans and a brown leather jacket, but that's what he's dressed in when not in camp. When at camp he wears a black t-shirt, green cargo shorts, and his armor. Including weapons.
Weapon~ A Celestial Bronze 4 foot sword that turns into a watch that can tell the current time where ever he is, wave currents, and has a campus in it. It turns into a sword when the button on the side is pushed and if the sword is thrown away from St. Clair like ripetide it will return no matter what.
Godly Parent~Posiedon
Powers~ St. Clair can control some water. Not as much as some children of Posiedon, but he can heal himself with water and control water (Sometime) Mostly he is able to create storms (thunderstorms and even hurricanes) or clear away bad weather. This and being able to cause earthquake (He can't fully control this power yet either) makes up for him not being able to control water well.


Personality~ St. Clair is a brave, spirited natural leader, and is willing to risk his life to save friends, family, strangers, and sometimes even enemies. He does things that most people or demi-gods wont do to help someone in danger. He has a very short temper. He doesn't like it when someone messes with another person also known as bullying. He doesn't care no matter the reason and goes and helps. To him danger or the impossible don't scare him. He is not perfect though. He doesn't talk. Well not to anyone, he can talk but he refers to only talk when he is alone. Which has created a wall around his heart. He doesn't let anyone in and pushes people out. He can and has talked to people before, but only when it was necessary or when people need him to talk. Other then that his personality will change slightly as the role play develops.
History~ St. Clair had a pretty good childhood for about 8 years. You know the normal things kids his age do. Play, play fight with his twin sister, tease mom, and did I mention play? Yep, but on Alester's and Jocelyn's eighth birthday monsters found them and attacked. They found them by the smell of two young demi-gods who were fathered by Poseidon. One of the big three gods. Alester was able to escape, but only because he got help by the Satyrs who were coming to collect the twin demi-gods. They were only able to get just Alester because he unleashed a very powerful earthquake right after his sister and mother were killed. The earthquake was big and huge cracks formed in the ground underneath the monsters. After the earthquake was over the little eight year old laid on the ground unconscious holding on to his sisters hand and his mothers hand. After that day he grew silent.
Strengths|Skills~ One of his major strengths is being brave. He is able to be brave for himself and for others which may be why some people look up to him. His skills include his usage of his sword and his powers.
Fears|Weaknesses~ He becomes blind with anger sometimes and that makes him fearless. Fearless can be good, but when it happens with St. Clair he looses it and he blindly go into something without thinking. Another one his is in fact his bravery. It is a strength of his, but when he cares too much for his friends or allies as much as he does he will fight when he is not needed to fight.


Family~ Mom ( Emily St. Clair)- Dead Sister (Jocelyn St. Clair)- Dead His sister Jocelyn or Joyce was his twin sister a demi-god too. Daughter of Poseidon, but she died from a Minotaur and a few other monsters when she and Alester were 8.
Sexuality~ Straight
Crush~ None at moment
Official Relationships~ Nope


Other~ He has a friend/ pet Pegasus named Coco. He's a very dark brown Pegasus with specks of white spots on his wings.

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A cool breeze floated through the training arena. Marcus leaned his head back a little and enjoyed it flowing over his sweating forehead. A finger poked him on the shoulder. He turned slightly and saw a girl with beautiful blue hair. A small smile crept onto his lips.
"Name's Marcus Flynn." He introduced, his hand raising for her to shake.

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kuno waited for an answer and when he did answer it took her a moment and she said "oh, your the son of Nike right?" she then outstretched her hand and gave a firm handshake then said "I'm Kuno Parker" politely then withdrew her hand and put it back at her side "Just wanted to say good job, and i so would have beat you if i hadn't woken up so late" she grinned as she spoke
writers block sorry :c }}
tagged ;; marcus

[Oboe C.]

Hailey B. Green
Thanatos|Cabin|Alone

Hailey shrugged after the girl ran off. She slung the scythe over her shoulder and rested her palms on the sides. Hailey walked out of the training arena and to Thanatos cabin. It was all black, with cobwebs growing in the corners of the porch. A skull and crossbones was painted over the door, but Hailey thought that it was silly, personally. She walked inside, and to her bed. Hailey was currently the only Thanatos camper, and she planned on it staying that way. Hailey leaned her scythe in the corner of the room and looked around. The windows were black stained glass, and there were torches with green fire. There were four beds, but only hers was used. In the corner, by a bookshelf filled with horror novels and such, was a lazy chair. Hailey sat down on her bed. All four beds were bunks, and she chose the bottom one. It had black semi-see through curtains hung on the rails, to give privacy. She got up and sat in the chair, looking around. The whole placed had a bit of a musty smell, probably because the rest of the bunks were covered in a layer of dust. Hailey wondered if she would be able to get Febreeze any time soon.

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Hmm, Daughter of Poseidon. Marcus thought as she shook his hand firmly. He was a little surprised by her strong grip. It was nicer than the flimsy little thing most girls did. Then again, half-blood girls aren't like normal ones. "Yeah. You're the God of the Seas' daughter, correct? His polite smile crooked into a smirk and he leaned against the sword rack next to him. "Well, that's just too bad. Sarcasm dripped from his voice.