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name elijah james lockwood.
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age eighteen years, born third
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camp the greeks, half-blood.
son of aphrodite, goddess of
love and beauty.
m.traits a true gentleman,
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impression desirable.
positive charming, kind,
attentive, protective.
negative vain, over-trus
ting, smug, cocky.
habits falls in love to easy
with those he intrigues.
fears hes quite vain, his
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name ashlynn kate grace
parent aphrodite
age seventeenn years
main trait confident
positive friendly, charming, sweet
negative disloyal, vain, jealous

[woodland]

☠ ｃａｌｉｓｔａ ｇｒｅｅｎｅ.

ＤＡＵＧＨＴＥＲ ＯＦ;; pluto---------ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ;; athena cabin---------ＴＡＧＧＥＤ;; marceline, vixen, lorenzo

the sun was just peaking through the horizon as little rays of sunlight peeked through the window-pane and kissed calista's cheek. unlike most teens her age, nothing beats getting the chance to sleep in, and on most days, the daughter of pluto was no different from anyone else, but if it was one thing that gave her the motivation to rise early, it would be for the sunrise, the only time of day when the sun starts to expel the shadows of the night. and for a girl who practically lives a life where shadows are practically embracing her, no one can truly cherish the start of day like she could.

in no time, the sun left the horizon like how calista left her stool by the window. there wasn’t much in the hades’ cabin aside from herself and her few belongings, lonesomeness wasn’t an uncommon feeling in her little obsidian dwelling. the idea of inviting some of her friends over to her cabin for a sleepover may of crossed over her mind more than once or twice, but she couldn’t quite disregard camp halfblood’s rules quite just yet. after all, discipline and sacrifice is a roman’s second nature. she had to set an example for her fellow legionaries, for now at least. any thoughts on who she’d invite surely registered in her mind as she half-heartedly got ready for the day. of course, at the top of her mental list had to be the other kids from the big three; the neptune and the jupiter kids, since it's relatable for children of the big three. then of course would be her ‘near-sis’, marcie just cause, followed by her graceus exchange partner, and might as well throw in the twin for the heck of it. a couple other names of greek campers jumped in her mind, and honestly, she was quite tempted to invite the rest of her fellow legionaries with the exception of dane whom she’s never gotten along with. space wouldn’t be a problem since she had whole cabin to herself-- her train of through quickly scattered as she started pulling a gaudy orange colored t-shirt over her head. it was camp halfblood’s custom for campers to be wearing the orange protocol, but if she had say something, the rule wasn’t strictly enforced watching several of the children of aphrodite sport trendier articles of clothing. that gave her the incentive to slip a purple ‘i heart roma!’ hoodie over her bright top. she strapped her pugio around her waist, exclusively constructed out of stygian iron, a material available for children of pluto, and headed off.

she hiked up the excessively creaky steps to the nearest cabin to her left, the residence of lorenzo murphy. as she outstretched her hand out to open the door and wake her friend up, she made an abrupt stop and quickly changed her mind about it. things have gotten rather muddy between the two, and she’d feel more comfortable talking to lorenzo if she had someone else by her side. so much for bothering lorenzo, the child of pluto skipped off the aged porch and made her next stop to the aphrodite cabin in hopes of rousing marcie, her best friend. calista peered though one of the windows and scanned the cabin for her bleach-blonde partner in crime, her hair was the dead giveaway in a sea of barbie blondes. if it weren't for marcie's unusually pale complexion, she would have probably been identical to any other child of venus, or at camp halfblood, they belonged to aphrodite. in a matter of speaking, marcy's offbeat appearance only accentuated her beauty. being a little different in her case made her unique out of the whole venus-aphrodite bunch, and who doesn't love a girl that stands out a little? calista was halfway to marcie’s bunk but once again, changed her mind. it wasn’t that she didn’t want to wake up her friend, the potential risk of waking up a cabin of venus’ children seemed more daunting than testing her luck with the ares kids. calista left a note for marcie written in someone's lipstick, 'mess hall. love calista', and left the aphrodite cabin without another glance back.

at this point, she didn't really have a clue where she was going, but she wasn't going to breakfast alone. her legs unexpectedly brought her to the athena cabin, and once again, her nose was pressed against the glass window, eyes scouring the area for signs of wakefulness. to her glee, she made eye contact with vixen who was just starting to get ready for breakfast. she tapped the glass three times and smiled, beckoning vixen to join her.

[spencer.]

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xoxoxo son of; zeus, lightening god xoxotagged; calista, milo, cassius xoxolocation; hermes cabin


xxxxxxlorenzo had been awake since the crack of dawn. the boy enjoyed early mornings, though he didnt make much use of them. the time would come for the students to gather in the mess hall and he would still be dressed in his sleeping attire, generally being a pair of grey sweats.
xxxxxxlooking around the zeus cabin it was quite cluttered for only having one occupant. the top bed spread found itself on the floor every morning, clothes were scattered outside of their draws, and, though he rarely read, books everywhere. it was quite a place, apart from the creaky floor boards which screeched upon ever step. at first it was unbearable, lorenzo used to cringe upon entering his own cabin, but time passed and he became used to the dreadful sound. it had its advantage though, the boy was able to hear when someone was making their way up to his door, as the steps were alerting.
xxxxxx as they did, the stairs began to excessively creek as an unknown visitor made their way up to the zeus cabin door. lorenzo was sorting through a pile of crap attempting to make the space look less of a mess, but he just seemed to be polluting more of the floor space. "why do i have so many books?" he mumbled in question to himself as he threw three more to the collection on the ground. just as the books hit the ground lorenzo became aware that someone had just marched up and then down the cabin stairs. sluggishly he moved trying not to trip on clutter, making his way to the door, opening it to see in the distance someone walking away. he made it out to be the daughter of pluto, he scratched the back of his head, tangling his fingers in his blonde hair. he appeared bewildered, "calista?" the name escaped from his lips quietly before he turned back into the cabin. like every average guy would be, lorenzo was unaware of how complicated things were between the two, though he felt intimidated by her, they were still rather close, to see her walking away was rather odd to the boy.
xxxxxx after the strange attempt of a visit from calista, lorenzo was aware that it was time to be heading over to the mess hall for breakfast. for once the boy might not be so tardy. effortlessly he chucked on the orange camp shirt that was about two sizes to big, but this did not faze him, nor did the fact that he was about to leave the cabin in his grey sweats that he had been sleeping in, and slight bed hair.
xxxxxxthe boy headed from the zeus cabin to the smaller hermes cabin in search for milo. there was no hesitation for the boy to climb up the steps and start banging on the door at his arrival, "milo, wake up," he yelled from outside the cabin, waiting for the boys attention, "let's find cass and get a move on." he continued in demand. cass was cassius, son of mercury, a mutual friend. the three got along quite well, and had quickly become known to cause a muck around the camp. at times it felt as though milo was the angel on his shoulder, talking him out of causing trouble when in one of them hot headed moods, meanwhile, cass was the devil provoking him to do what he felt necessary, but that had never been an issue.

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daughter of marsxxxxlocation mars cabinxxxxtagged sierraxxxxmood relaxed

xxxthe girl slowly rose from her long, wide bed, running her slender fingers over the pink rose colored, silk covers. covering her mouth with her free hand while yawning and viewed outside her window only to see a few children scatter about the camp. sliding her fingers through her slightly tangled hair, making a small grump face which meant that she had to brush her long hair -always a hassle and fight to the death between the brush and her hair. slipping out of the covers onto the floor, hearing a few coughs from the boards as she moved into the bathroom to take a brisk shower. blow-drying her hair, brushing it, then placing light make-up here and there before opening her closet and stood in front of the long, narrow mirror. pulling a few clothes from every shelf and put a few back, trying to decide which clothes she admired best. finally twisting her body from side to side with a smile at her appearance, swooshing her hair slightly to add dramatic effect. mikah stepped out into the main room of her cabin that contained her bed and a reading area, scanning around before landing on finlee, her pegasus who was sleeping. how does he even get in here? puzzled by the numerous times the winged horse managed to slip into her cabin without leaving any damage. "finlee.." she grumbled with a slight scolding tone, opening the door and stepping out onto the porch, trotting down the steps. looking around for anyone she knew, guessing they had all disappeared for breakfast at the mess hall, so she decided to look for one friend then head for mess hall.

xxxthe daughter of mars trudged over to where sierra's cabin was, hesitating for a moment before stepping up the steps and gently knocking on the door. her quiet voice soon followed the echoes of the knocked,"sierra? wake up, dont let me eat breakfast alone-" mikah felt a nudge on her back that sent her softly tumbling onto the door, turning around to see her pegasus was impatiently waiting for his share of breakfast, tail flickering at her with a snort. she only rolled her eyes before resuming to wake up the other pegasus rider, who's pegasus was quite elegant to the eye. "alone with finlee, please. wake up." she knocked softly a few more times and stepped back towards the first step down onto the ground. fiddling with her fingers awkwardly due to her standing out alone in front of a camper's cabin, rolling to and fro on her feet. glancing around behind her to see if another camper was watching her, slowly sitting down on a step, patiently waiting on the legacy of Neptune to appear before her. sighing quietly, she really didnt want to show up alone to breakfast, the would be an embarrassment as most of the others had someone to talk to or look like they had friends. in her mind, she was hoping sierra didnt go off riding, that would make her feel even more like an idiot than she did at the moment. her eyes looked around at the cabins, trying to think of someone else to eat breakfast with if the occupant, in the cabin she sat at, was a no-show. but they all probably were heading down to mess hall by now, leaning her chin on the palms on her hands while her elbows rested on her pulled up knees.

[cheesewedge]

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cheesevixen was the opposite of a 'morning person'. she had always been the last the wake, the first to crash,
and the reigning champion of sleeping through every single alarm clock thrown her way in the athena cabin.
she literally lived in a never-ending cycle of sleeping too late and waking up at one in the afternoon. but ever
since the romans from camp jupiter had shown up, she had made an effort to get up early, every single morn-
ing, just to one up that bellona girl that was actually pretty smart, much to her horror. she lived a pretty sad,
loser-like, overly competitive life.
cheeseto wake up, her strategy was to basically fall out of bed every morning, and making as much noise as p-
ossible. she had made her own rube goldberg machine to achieve her goal. the vibrating alarm clock that she
had bribed a centaur into buying triggered a ball to roll down a small platform, which led to a needle which
popped a balloon and scared her awake. all she had to do was sleep really, really close to the edge of her cot.
if the machine didn't wake her up, it was possible that she would probably fall on the floor all on her own.
cheesepure genius, many would agree. she was sure that rube himself would giver her a thumbs up.
cheeseon this fateful morning, she had awoken thirty minutes early, after taking a pretty harsh tumble off her
sleeping area. the rest of athena campers could call it a lucky day, it had been a while since she hadn't shaken
the whole cabin awake. lucky little ducks, they had no idea how tough rivals were.
cheeseof course, that didn't stop her from waking her twin up, just because.
cheese"hey lazy bum." she whispered into fox's ear after she had changed into the typical hideous orange col-
ored camp half blood tee shirt. the color was the only thing that made her wrinkle her nose in the camp. oran-
ge was such a gross color. carrots were orange. oranges were orange. she hated both. "wake up. you have y-
our own competition to pound to the ground."
cheesewithout waiting for a reply, she disabled her wake up call and began to stuff things into her pockets. a
pen, her notebook that she was never separated from, a few rubber bands, and finally, coffee flavored candy.
who knew when they could come in handy? especially the candy. vixen herself couldn't really drink coffee. th-
e crash always hit her harder than most.
cheeseshe was interrupted when she took a look the big piece of plexiglas that dominated the cabin's north
wall. she jumped a little when she met calista's warm gaze and smiled back when the other girl gave a 'rap a
tap' to the window. she raised an index finger for a minute before turning back around and tip toeing back to
fox. "byeeeee, little bro of seven minutes. one up someone for me today." with that, she power walked to
the cabin's front door and stepped out into the morning atmosphere, greeting calista. "hey there." she gave
the other girl a small grin and rubbed at her stomach. "to breakfast? i'm beyond starved."
cheeseto be honest, calista really had scared vixen when she had first arrived. being the daughter of pluto a-
nd all, it was pretty hard not to immediately tag her as dangerous and one of those people who gave everyone
the cold shoulder. it had been more than surprising when she had learned that calista was more open and wa-
rm than vixen herself. she raised a brow at the girl's pugio. she had remembered looking that up, not very long
ago. stygian iron was rare, and she was content on staring at the weapon all day. "love your blade, by the way."
cheeseshe was surprised that she was in such a great mood. she used to hate mornings, but the view really was
worth it. she couldn't understand why she ever chose to ignore the beautiful sunrises and the fresh, new air th-
at new days brought.

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----------------milo awoke with a jolt, and let a small groan. waking up was already not his thing, much less being woken up like this. lorenzo's incessant banging had woken him, as it always did. at this point, milo was unsure of why he still awoke as though he was surprised by the loud crashes. he looked over to cassius's bed after hearing lorenzo say they would have to "find" him, and noticed he wasn't there. that was a bit strange, but you never with cass. and, right now, milo had a much more pressing situation to deal with: waking up, and getting lorenzo to shut up. "gods, ren! just give me five minutes, i'll be right out!" milo yelled. thankfully most of the hermes cabin was awake, but he still got a few scowls from his siblings for being so loud. he wasn't sure why they were so surprised, either. this happens everyday.
----------------if milo was honest with himself, he needed way more than five minutes to get fully ready, he needed more like twenty. the thing is, there are a lot of kids in the hermes cabin, so there's always a line for the bathroom. lorenzo just didn't understand what it's like living with like seven other kids, and always expected milo to be out in five minutes. perks of being a child of zeus, apparently. so, as usual, milo skipped the shower, and just went to get dressed. he'd shower after eating breakfast, when the bathroom is much less crowded. so milo hastily went to get dressed. for once, he actually had clean laundry. so putting on the familiar orange t-shirt was less of a hassle for milo, who usually had to do the "smell test" when it came to clothes. his pants were also freshly cleaned, and he felt good about not having stains on his jeans. he didn't even bother with combing his hair. for someone who sort of cared about his appearance, milo had absolutely no motivation to change it. now, threw on some sneakers, and practically flew out of the cabin to meet lorenzo.
----------------once outside the cabin, he noticed something was missing. more accurately, somebody was missing. "where's cass?" he asked lorenzo. things had been weird with him recently, even though neither boy was going to say it out loud. lorenzo had been the only camper milo considered a true brother, but now cass had entered the situation. cass, or cassius, was technically milo's brother, even though they disagreed over who their dad is. the thing is, cass and milo have been getting a lot closer recently, because not only were they brothers, they acted pretty similarly, too. still, lorenzo, milo, and now cassius, were an inseparable trio. milo nicknamed the three of them 'the hydra,' because hydra's have three heads, and they're pretty awesome, so it seemed fitting.

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the suns rays were pouring into the room, illuminating it and the dust that floated throughout. there was slight chatter around the camp, already to be heard. sierra's cabin was in no particular spot, but for a child of neptune, the thought never passed their minds that one might be afraid of water. it was a silly assumption, having come down from one of the 'big three', that sierra was daunted by bodies of water.

wrapped up tightly in blankets, she tried to block out the sun from penetrating under, waking her even more. after a long time of meshing into the bed, forcing herself to sleep, it was useless. huffing under her breath, she tossed. stretching out her arms, legs poking from under, and a wild yawn, sierra discarded the fabric to the floor. heaving herself out of bed, as soon as her feet plunked to the ground she was tangled like a cocoon. with a muffled grunt, sierra flicked off the tightly-wound blanket, cautiously picking her way to the dresser. for camp halfblood, they were quite adamant about the orange shirts. it was not a big deal, but eye-blinding for sure. sliding the shirt over her half-bare torso, her eyes glinted with the sun peeking above the horizon. sierra bit her lip in frustration.

fluffing the shirt out, the girl stumbled backwards to land on the edge of the bed, hunching forward. sierra's hair cascaded down the sides of her face, hands running down her knees. inhale, exhale. she pinched the bridge of her nose to curve a headache away. most of the campers would be up and about now, and sierra should have been tending to her horse. that wasn't a normal issue, because the winged pegasi somehow managed to snake apples and clumps of hay. at that, her lips curved into a smile.

a rather hollow knock at the door made sierra's shoulder twitch. "give me a second!" she responded all-too quickly, reaching at the bedside to grab a hair tie. fingers raking through her hair, sierra tied it in a loose ponytail. sliding her feet in the black-and-white shoes with silver eyelets, sierra pried open the door. the immediate reaction was to wince away from the light. instead, she stumbled hastily forward, side-stepping the possibility of kicking the other girl in the face.

"whoof, sorry." hand on brow to massage an invisible headache coming up, sierra leaned against the now-closed door. "well, I'm here, hungry as ever. but uh, have to feed the Monster." as iduna was nicknamed. averting her eyes from mikah to the stalls, where she could picture anxious pacing and nickering. skipping off the porch, sierra took up a jog to the stables. it was quite an easy venture, whereas, a golden head popped up from against the fence. "id!" two blue heterochromia eyes studied her, whinnying happily and pawing at the gate anxiously. a smile curved on her lips, hand running down the white blaze, to her lips. "there's things to be done, I'll have to ride you later." giving her a final pat, sierra made her way to a small storage bin, with tightly wrapped hay and grain. grabbing fistfuls of hay, she stuffed it in a bucket, flowing with the tendrils. another bucket scooped a minimal portion of grain. both buckets on either side, sierra made her way to the gate. unclipping it and ushering the horse backwards, sierra loaded the grain into a shorter, shallower bucket. the hay was dumped into another basket that hung from the gate. setting the bucket down, she smiled up at the mare. "see you inna bit."

when everything was set back, she returned to the porch, dusting off her clothes. at this point she had set aside her doubts about the other rider, being cocky and wanting to be one of the 'best', much to her competitiveness. with a weak smile and arched brow, sierra's hands were shoved in her pockets. "to the mess hall we go?"

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________whereas his twin sister was the champion of sleeping--fox was the champion of not sleeping. he was always finding ways to stay awake, from writing new songs, to painting something new on the athena cabin wall. at this point, stacks of paper were littered with lyrics, and the cabin walls were marked with fox's handy work.
________when he had gone to sleep the night before, he was very aware that the day that was sure to come would be a very crucial day--and that he should probably get enough sleep--but the important events that the day would bring had no chance of stopping fox in his usual insomnia escapades. it did influence how he spent his time awake, though.
________fox did not spend the night within the walls of the cabin that usually did a great job of containing him. instead, he had made it a point to escape during the night through a window. while he was gone, he had left a note that read 'palekana' in all caps--which meant 'not in danger' in hawaiian--just in case someone woke up to find that he was gone before he could return (he was sure that vixen would understand what it meant--it was the same letter he was always leaving his father whenever adventure called). that note now sat crumpled up in the garbage can, unused. the only evidence of his nocturnal adventure was the dirt that covered his, and the other, younger children of athena's bodies (he was always convincing his younger half siblings to do his bidding--like little henchmen). fortunately, they managed to cover up their dirty bodies rather skillfully with their blankets and pillows. no one would ever know.
________fox, of course, felt bad for not including his twin sister on these nightly-adventures, but she needed the sleep. it was already hard enough to wake her up in the morning, plus if she came along, he was quite certain that his half-siblings--all three of them--would listen to her because she was 'older' (only by seven minutes, but no matter how much fox insisted that it didn't matter, they wouldn't listen. children were like that).
________having only gotten about three hours of sleep, it was quite surprising that the boy was able to wake up just as his sister rose from her cot. he allowed her to go about the cabin with eyes shut in an attempt to make it appear as if he was asleep. she bought it, and he couldn't help but pat himself on the back for it. his sister was smart, smarter than most. the entire camp knew it--but fox felt he understood it on a more intense level. whenever he was able to out-wit her, even in the most simple of ways, he gained a little bit of confidence. but then again, it was difficult to trick her. especially since he was quite sure that vixen understood him and his tactics like he understood her.
________as soon as vixen left the cabin, fox sat up in a hurry. "I'm not just going to one-up them, I'm going to one-hundred up them." he said with a big smile on his face. with that, he threw his blanket off of him, and quickly threw his torso off the edge of his cot to pull out quite a bit of junk out from under it. the junk clan consisted of rolled up paper, a rag, and a bucket of water. he set aside the rolled up paper, and then whistled loudly with his index and thumb in his mouth. "time to get up, little warriors, we've done it!" fox called, looking around the room with glee in his big puppy-like eyes as his half-siblings woke up with a tired look in each of their eyes.
________the children fumbled out of their beds, and hurried over to fox who held the rag into the pail of soapy water. first up was sequoia--the youngest of all of them at seven years old. fox pulled the rag from the bubbly depths, and proceeded to ring it out quickly. he then brought the rag to the young girl's face so that he could wipe off the dirt from her face. he then continued to wipe vigorously on her arms, and then her legs. "alright, all clean. next!" fox looked back to lincoln, the second youngest at eight, who then stepped forward to be cleaned by fox. sequoia moved on, giggling, and ran along to go get dressed. fox hurried with the clean up of lincoln, and on the line moved. next was victoria, who was the oldest of his half-siblings at age twelve. she didn't help him because she was easily convinced, oh no, she helped because she wanted to. she always made it a point to tell fox that whenever they started their adventures. she liked to believe that she was all grown up--and fox liked to help to enforce that idea. but deep down, he knew she was just a kid--but he was still proud of her. victoria took the rag from fox, and proceeded to clean herself off like the little adult she was. when she was finished with her business, she plopped the rag onto fox's lap, and moved forward to pick her outfit for the day. "good work, soldiers." fox nodded with a sure look on his face, and then proceeded to wipe down his own face, arms, and feet (which were bare all night, and extremely dirty as a result).
________as soon as he was all clean, he quickly pulled his camp half-blood tank top over his head, his khaki pants over his legs, and his favorite pair of dingy navy blue converse over his feet. he then stood up, and grabbed his camo button-up that he wore unbuttoned, and as a jacket. his half-siblings had already changed, and left out the front door of the cabin. fox gathered the rolled up paper, and then a secret craft he had made the day before during his free time the day before.
________fox exited out of the still open window, and then shut it behind him. he would have used the front door--but he didn't want to be seen by vixen until he was at the pavilion table. not for any reason in particular, he was just playing his own little game that he was going to win in his head. now that his feet were planted on the ground, and his things were gathered in his arms, fox took absolutely no time to turn around and run in the direction of the dining pavilion.
________he very quickly gathered his food, and took a seat at the athena table. he was aware that the 'sitting at other tables' ban was lifted for the day, but he had grown quite accustom to the table, and he was looking to claim this side of the pavilion before the red team could--this side was better. now that he had time to breathe, he unrolled the paper he so desperately held onto, and looked over it. it was a map that he and his half-siblings had worked on all night.not just any map, either. it was a map of the forest that surrounded camp. pleased with his work, he decided to finally reward himself with a french-toast stick dipped in syrup. it was definitely worth the trouble.