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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 20:07:07 GMT -5
Sure! )
"Watcha so tired about?" Liz piped up as she stepped out from behind a tree nearby. It wasn't clear how low she had been there, but long enough to see him yawn. She wasn't a huge fan of dogs, especially big ones, so she attempted to keep her distance. "I don't think I would want to be dozing off in here if I were you," she smirked with a teasing tone, knowing there was various wildlife here, some friendly and some not so much. Not that any animal would even stand a chance against her.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 20:39:58 GMT -5
Abram Halsey | 18 | Male (He/Him) | Bisexual | Chosen by Anhur | Can take more hits than the average person and can still fight even when heavily injured. He also can learn new fighting styles easier than others. | A Spear | Abram is unapologetically frank with his emotions. He doesn't see much merit in not being true to oneself and that can at times lead to tension with others. He's generally carefree and goofs off when he might not be allowed to. He also can't help making witty comments and loves very lame jokes. He also has something sarcastic to say about any given situation. He tends to be very rash as he often says it's too much of a hassle to think things through. | He stands at 5'10" and with a muscular frame. He keeps his dark brown hair long and combed over to the side. He has olive green eyes that are often covered with his glasses. He normally just wears jeans with plain t-shirts. | A spear located on the right side of his chest. | Carpentry and assisting in the building of Cabins. | N/A | He plays the guitar. | @/brambletoe
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 20:48:33 GMT -5
Hey Razgriz he seems like a cool charrie! But only one god/goddess for each mythology. You already have a greek/roman god Hecate. You'll need to choose either a Norse or Egyptian god/goddess. Sorry! ))
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 20:58:34 GMT -5
Ah you're right. I completely forgot. I'll adjust him real quick. Honestly It doesn't really matter what god he has.))
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 21:10:16 GMT -5
Alright I just edited him.))
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 21:16:56 GMT -5
Ok! I think he looks alright! Im assuming that after a certain amount of hits he will eventually stop fighting right? Anyway if you want to rp with either him or your other charrie I have Kye open!)
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Post by CreamCrow on May 1, 2018 21:19:57 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: Initially hearing the voice of a campmate, Felix froze up. He was shocked at first though quickly overcame it to glare at the girl. Dark eyes narrowed at the girl who seemed to just appear as he calmed himself down from the initial surprise. "You are absolutely correct. Who knows what type of she-demon is lurking around waiting for you to move around before attacking." Taking in a deep breath, he shook his head before kneeling to the malamute dog that was sitting there. Her tongue was sticking out, which Felix would tease the dog about had Liz not been there. "And I'm not tired, not dozing, or whatever else." He crossed his arms with a small frown on his face.
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 21:25:38 GMT -5
"I know right?" Liz grinned widely, fully aware that he was talking about her, icy blue eyes filled with amusement. "I wasn't even there for that long anyway," she rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Sure looked like you were tired and dozing to me," she pointed out with a shrug. She eyed the dog carefully, but her face was unreadable.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 1, 2018 22:02:26 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: He refused to smile at her response. It was actually amusing to him, but like hell he'd want her to know that. "Are you saying you didn't follow me out here for all intents and purposes watching me? You're going to make me sad," Felix said dryly. His eyebrows raised as he followed his question with a mocking grin, despite knowing full well that was no the reason behind her sudden appearance.
In turn, to the comment about sleeping, Felix shook his head. "Perhaps you may be going blind. I was resting at most. Dakota was just here chilling with me. If anyone were more likely to have fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable setting. It'd be her. Isn't that right girl?" He aimed the last part at the dog who stood up now, tail wagging as she moved around her owner.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 22:02:34 GMT -5
Ok! I think he looks alright! Im assuming that after a certain amount of hits he will eventually stop fighting right? Anyway if you want to rp with either him or your other charrie I have Kye open!) (( Yeah. The whole idea is that any wounds that could get in the way of his ability to fight wouldn't actually affect his fighting ability. Any wounds that would be fatal to others would still be fatal to him still. How about having Heliel and Kye interact. Would you like me to post a starter?))
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 22:09:33 GMT -5
Ok! Sounds good to me! Sure! A starter would be much appreciated ^^))
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 22:19:24 GMT -5
Heliel was in the garden tending to the plants. He had been a bit under the weather the past few days so he hadn't properly worked on the garden. He went about pulling weeds out and removing bugs. It was repetitive and a bit tedious but it allowed him some time to think. Still, he would rather be relaxing instead. It was a bit hot out that day but he was given some relief from the heat by the wind.
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 22:30:49 GMT -5
"Oh wouldn't you like to know," Liz purred, putting her hands on her hips. "But what makes you so special that I'd want to hike out here to stalk you?" she laughed at him. "Hm. Last I checked I had perfect vision," she recalled, but shrugged again, leaning back against the tree she had come out from behind of. She was glad his dog, Dakota she heard him say, was staying only near him. She didn't let him know that however. "What are you doing all the way out here then? If you weren't looking for a good place to slack off that is."
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"Oh! Heliel!" Kye hollered with a wave as he made his way over to the field. He had been busy in the kitchen, helping out with the cooking, and hadn't gotten a chance to check on the garden. Especially with preparing for the party that night. "Haven't seen ya around. You been feeling ok?" he asked as he finished jogging over. "Need some help?" he added, but was already bending down to tug at some weeds.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 22:49:15 GMT -5
Heliel looked up to see Kye thundering over to him. "Hey there Kye. I just had a bit of a fever. Luckily it's gone now and I can get back to work." He watched as Kye bent down and said "Well if you're offering then I can't refuse." He got back to work before remembering "That's right, there's a party tonight, right?" Heliel didn't normally attend them but was a bit curious since he was in a good mood that day.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 1, 2018 23:00:53 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: "What makes me special?" Felix restated as though he had to ponder in. Aside from the whole chosen by a god, Felix was rather aware he was rather insignificant. Ginger, gay, tries too hard to appear emo. Pretty insignificant to him. And yet, he couldn't simply accept this fact and simply had to continue his dispute with Liz. "Obviously my ever most stunning and welcoming personality. My charming good looks? The fact my dog is probably taller than me if she stands up. There are many special things about myself. There is plenty of reason to stalk me."
"How long ago was that again?" He asked rhetorically. He wasn't expecting an answer to that, and honestly didn't care for something like that. "Never mind that. I happen to be enjoying the forest and taking in its surroundings. It doubles as letting Dakota have some exercise. Or at least walk around where she won't even nearly cause a mess. Plus, can it really count as slacking when there is nothing else to do?"
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 23:03:59 GMT -5
"Well I'm glad you're feeling better now," Kye told him, his words sincere. "If ya ever need anything, you can always count on me," he added. He felt a little guilty he hadn't known Heliel was sick. He needed to pay more attention... if Heliel was ever feeling bad again he would be sure to bring him some soup. "Yeah! It's in the great hall. There'll be good food, dancing, and Theresa will be DJing as usual," he explained cheerfully, continuing to rip out weeds. "You should come! It'll be loads of fun!"
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 23:12:32 GMT -5
Liz let out another long laugh at his response. "Good looks? Personality? Give me a break!" she taunted, but it was all in good fun to her. It wasn't like she was worried about the guy either, knowing she could easily take him on if she happened to anger him. "I suppose not if there's nothing to do. All I did today was polish my sword and shield for the millionth time," she groaned. "If we're 'the chosen ones' then why are we stuck here in the middle of nowhere bored out of our mind?" she questioned openly, an annoyed expression on her face.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2018 23:12:48 GMT -5
"Thanks. I'll be sure to do that." Heliel's voice was neutral but he meant it. Kye had become a person that he could count on to help him. There was just something about him that put Heliel at ease. "Well if your cooking is gonna be there then I can't pass up the chance can I?" He responded with a slight smile. "I'll look forward to tonight."
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Post by CreamCrow on May 1, 2018 23:23:20 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: Felix gave a small smile. He reminded himself if was in good fun and she wasn't specifically targeting him for specific things. That's what he had to focus on. "You asked. And speaking of a break, this entire chosen thing is basically a long vacation from our normal lives. For who knows how long." He could only find himself to half-mind. It just meant no contact with his parents. Which was still decent enough, at least he had Dakota.
He chuckled at a though though. "Perhaps the gods gathered together and decided to pick random kids, make them believe they were chosen with powers and everything, but are just screwing with us. I'm tired of trying to stab things with the bident and practicing fading into darkness. There's nothing fun about it. But that's the reason we have a party every other night, right?"
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Post by Snowleaf on May 1, 2018 23:37:45 GMT -5
Sorry guys but its super late where i am so this will be my last post. I have an ochem exam tomorrow so i probably wont be on until 3pm Night !)
"Eh. On second thought I'd take this boring old shack of a cabin in the woods over being back home any day," Liz decided, not too keen on going back to their normal lives if they ever did. All she had waiting for her back home were the streets of the city and probably more than a few warrants for her arrest. "Hey I'm not complaining about parties every other night. The only thing that would make the parties better is alcohol," she laughed. She was underage, but she was not known for abiding by the law.
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"Nope! Definitely can't pass it up! Feels like I've been preparing for this party all day," Kye chuckled, though he seemed fine with it. In fact, he enjoyed cooking and loved it when others enjoyed the food he made. "Great! I'm glad you'll be there," he grinned as he finished pulling the weeds in the row he was focusing on. He stood up and stretched a bit before moving on to the next row, pulling out more stubborn weeds.
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Post by CreamCrow on May 1, 2018 23:49:48 GMT -5
OoC :: It's fine! You need the rest, don't worry. :)
IC :: "Not a great home life?" Felix suggested. It made sense. He was almost certain most kids at the camp had bad home lives. That or nobody would really notice they were gone so long. Felix was 19, having already planned to move out a while ago, he was grateful to be away from anywhere to do with home. The parents just weren't the focus for that though.
He shook his head and continued talking, "I'm pretty most people here are too young to drink for one, and secondly I do. Hardly anything new actually happens at those parties. It's just an excuse to get everyone together and socialize. Not worth it in my opinion. Plus, they can get noisy."
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2018 1:01:43 GMT -5
Heliel nodded and continued to pull weeds for awhile in silence. He had something he hadn't really been able to say but decided to speak up. A bit hesitantly he asked "Don't you think this whole situation is a bit weird?" He continued to pull weeds but his body language was a bit tense.
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Post by Lσкι Sιlνεятσиgυε on May 2, 2018 2:16:52 GMT -5
Leon Matthews | 18 | male + he/him | homosexual | Chosen by Hephaestus | enhanced physical strength and stamina, increased knowledge of weapon use and construction of weaponry and armor and the ability to use any weapon to his advantage( though he DOES have to practice it to be /good/ at it, he's not Ares' chosen) | prefers physical combat over weapons, but uses a mix of homemade brass knuckles or chains to inflict more of a painful blow | Leon is not what you would call a normal kid, by no means. Growing up in a house with a father obsessed with projecting his own past failures on his only son and making him into what he couldn't be can take a toll on a child. Leon has grown up with the idea that he has to bottle his emotions and his feelings, and hide them from the world -- so he instead displays an outward countenance of smiles and laughter despite whatever pain, longing, or loneliness he might feel. He would rather see other people happy and calm rather than worried or even angry over him. He'd much rather suffer than let others suffer and is self-sacrificial to a fault, as he would throw himself into harms way to fight for and protect anyone he deemed worthy, and so he got into a lot of fights protecting the less fortunate people, and bringing down the biggest and strongest despite his small size. Though despite this seemingly noble thinking and course of actions, this has often lead him into trouble as Leon doesn't know how to deal with people and understanding that being blunt like he is could lead him to making horrible enemies. He is often misunderstood for his often convoluted and round-about thinking that contrasts his straight-forward and blunt patterns of speech. Not to mention that he usually speaks before thinking over his words in his head, and can cone off as snarky, rude, and even mischievous and devious at times. | Leon stands a surprising 5'4 for someone chosen by a god of forges and construction such as Hephaestus, but what he lacks in height he makes up for in build. After years of being stuck in martial art and self defence classes, not to mention years of strenuous work-out regimes planned by his obsessive father, Leon is actually well built physically. Despite being short for his age, the young adult actually looks somewhat like that teen heartthrob actor from whatever high school romance movie, except that he really doesn't. With shoulder length dark brown hair that he keeps pulled back in messy ponytails, and facial hair that he can just barely keep in check, it all accentuates the sparkling bright blue eyes that hide behind plastic-framed glasses. He is more often than not found with a slightly too big hoodie, with some sort of slightly too small, simple t-shirt of tank top underneath. His pants are almost always blue jeans or skinny jeans, and he wears the same pair of blue converse every day. | On Leon's right collarbone sits an anvil shrouded in flame -- two symbols together to represent Hepahestus | You need heavy lifting? This kid's your guy. Need armor or weaponry built? He is also your guy. Also, he seems to become the unofficial instigator of every single fight that could happen in the camp, especially with anyone already willing to fight | really he has a crush on like every guy all the time, but I'll say Hosa | Leon grew up with a dog he has named, ironically, Prometheus, or Pro for short. He also took up the hobby of forge-work shortly after his father started letting off about turning him into whatever the heck he couldn't be. | @/bitbybityt(With slash)
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Post by Lσкι Sιlνεятσиgυε on May 2, 2018 2:37:44 GMT -5
( oooh interesting idea! Hmm, maybe physically draining but also maybe harder to control if feeling some trong negative emotion like anger or extreme sadness? )
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Post by Lσкι Sιlνεятσиgυε on May 2, 2018 2:54:28 GMT -5
I would love to have them interact! )
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Post by Lσкι Sιlνεятσиgυε on May 2, 2018 3:14:01 GMT -5
Leon found himself standing within the camp once again, hands covered in metal bits and dark spots like oil, except for one spot on his left hand, which seemed to have been cleaned off. Wuthin the clean patch, however, was a cut, likely from the teenager playing around with his forging equipment and creations to the point that he injured himself. But that was all in the past, and right now, he was more focused on finding the camps medic rather than overthinking his mistake, and letting himself bleed longer. The only issue was that he barely knew anyone by name, since he kept to himelf so much, or knew half of the roles that anyone actually held.
"Does, uh," He cleared his throat, "Does anyone have anything that could help me with this?"
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don't hold me accountable for any characters i created when i was 16
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Post by rat on May 2, 2018 3:15:50 GMT -5
Edit: pfft nevermind) Also just because I didn't give any specific rules for literacy, three lines is the minimum that is expected, but if you occasionally write less it's fine, just as long as people have something to reply to!)
Hosa peered around the corner of the main hall, hearing a voice of someone seemingly in need. He took in the sight of a messy boy standing in the center of the camp, blood on his hand, and gave an internal sigh. Time for some human interaction, I suppose. "Looking for a medic?" He asked, sounding far more confident than he felt as he approached the stranger, Viola at his heel.
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