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[asterias]

He just sighed. "Don't let it go to your head, you better not think that much of yourself." He said. He just threw his hands up in the air. "Now that we aren't fighting, perhaps we can be civil." He decided after a hesitation. "Unless you'd rather continue, but believe me, hades isn't exactly my favorite."

[Joey.]

His lips curved upwards into a dark smile, eyes fading and returning to their normal color, "Oh my father isn't favored by any Gods, and he certainly isn't favored by me," He told him, "And yes, I think being civil seems rather brèagh, now," That word, 'lovely' in Gaelic-Scottish again...

[asterias]

He suddenly jumped as if he were shocked. He clearly just said that being civil was positive. He had also called Dean the same word. Was he calling Dean, lovely, good, perfect, satisfactory? Something along those lines, he assumed with a grimace. "Aw, so it wasn't an insult?"

[Joey.]

Creed looked up at him with a slight hint of confusion then realization sunk in, "Ah, no it was not, why do you ask?" He inquired innocently, eyes feigning surprise as he sheathed his blades and beckoned him forward as he walked to his own cabin to grab a shirt, not liking how the sun beat down on him, he enjoyed being pale, and now he most likely would have a tan for the next few weeks...Great.

[bee]

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ｂｅｇｉｎ →

this young man is named Paris Jay. Horrible name,
he hates it more then anything. He goes
by PJ. Call him Paris and you might get
smacked. In the face. With a sword. Paris
is sixteen years old, born on December
twenty-fifth. He doesn't celebrate his
birthday, don't worry about getting him
a present. His godly parent is Hades, if you
haven't guessed.

ｔｈｅｎ →

PJ is quite thin, but with enough muscle
that he isn't too twig like. He is very pale,
due to spending lots of time away from
the sun. His hair is an extremely dark
shade of black, almost purple, and shaggy
enough to brush into his eyes. His gaze
is dark too, but his pupil is ringed with
brownish gold. He has no tattoos and
doesn't plan on getting any. PJ's clothes
always match his mood, different shades
of black and grey. He looks older then
he really is, with everything he's seen
in his short sixteen years of being on
earth. He is 5'5, pretty short compared
to most.

ａｆｔｅｒ →

PJ tends to be extremely anti-social, talking
to nobody and staying on his own. He's used
to depending on himself. When he does
talk, he's usually bitter, and his temper flares
easily. He doesn't like standing out or
hanging around big groups of people. A
smile is hard to beat out of him, and it
takes a special person to make it show.
When he does smile, usually it's devilish,
like he's planning to put spiders in your
bed or plotting your death. That'd make
sense. If someone where to open him
up, PJ can be loving at times, but he'll
usually disappear if he starts having
feeling like that. Some people he gets
special attachments to, and if so, he'll
follow them like a shadow and try
to possibly be friends. Very, very rare
occasion. Don't worry, it probably
won't happen to you.

Paris has a hand full of things he's fond of. Quiet
places, for sure. Cats, sweets, visiting different
places (he secretly would love to take a vacation
to France), rain, being with someone who doesn't
tick him off. He enjoys few people's company.
Now for dislikes. Let's see, loud people, flying
objects, vegetables, bright areas, groups of people,
bullies, monkeys, and water. He's afraid of drowning
and has a fear of heights. PJ has had way to many
dreams about drowning, so now he's terrified of
water, and an experience with the ocean when
he was younger has left him scarred. His weapon
of choice is a normal dagger, he doesn't like swords.


ｐｒｅｓｅｎｔ →

Paris has no living family members. At least,
that he knows of. He doesn't need family, anyways.
PJ has no crush, and he is bisexual, but he doesn't
plan on falling in love. His orientation is a secret
to everyone. He's never flirted or dated anybody
before. Love is a dangerous animal, and playing
with it will only make it attack you.

Wip

[Joey.]

((Woot! That's three kids now that belong to Hades!
Danny, Creed and Paris.
And awh, Paris is my height. xD))

[fairyheart]

{ I'm making a female from hades ^^ }

[prince of heart]

( Could I have a recap?)

[asterias]

Dean just chuckled. "I guess I have that effect on people." He said with a bow, sarcasm lacing his words with dripping determination. He followed him slowly, Dean was beginning to feel the effects of the sun. His tee was a dark blue, and that certainly didn't help with cooling him down. He fanned himself like a modest girl in Victorian times, attempting to attract the attention of a man. Dean immediately stopped at that thought. He stopped near the Hades cabin. The whole place made him uncomfortable, it was dark and dreary and seemed to have an aura of despair. He crossed his arms and cleared his throat. Should he wait outside? He doubted he wanted to be inside, it was probably worse than the exterior.

[lokison]

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ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ ＯＦ ＰＯＳＥＩＤＯＮ

age eighteen
weapon of choice Riptide
crush William and possibly Danny

location with the blue team
mood pumped
tagged the blue team
ooc .........
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Entering the clearing with Will, she spotted Krissy and smiled widly waving at her friend. "Hey Krissy." She said as she stood next to Will while listening to Hunter bark orders. She nodded when she was told to stay by the creek. Great! She thought with a sly smirk. She was strongest near water though no surprise there since she was the daughter of Poseidon. She knew the other team would probably figure that and stay clear but surely they'd need a drink during? Right? Oh well at least she would stay and do as she was told. She knew also that she wasnt allowed to use her power over water against fellow campers so she'd just have to use her god given ADHD and trusty Riptide. As Krissy turned to leave, Mel waved. "Yeah you too Kris!" She replied and looked over at who Hunter was referring to as 'Hecate'. She giggled. "His name's Sean, Hunter not Hecate. I think you're mistaking him fro his mother." She remarked softly.

OOC: I dont know icemoon I think its just creed and Dean rping.