||Welcome to Camp Half Blood|| A Percy Jackson rp CLOSED

[ Hello! I'll be introducing my first characters now~ ]



|| Momotarou Minamoto || 21 || Cabin #6/Athena || Standing at 5'10, Momo doesn't quite look suited to his immense strength- A lithe build and loose clothing concealing the sinewy muscles and numerous scars that dare to mar his pale skin. His face is severely beautiful, or perhaps beautifully severe- Though his full lips, oblique silver eyes, golden freckles, and perfectly proportional features may be attractive, the fact that they tend to only enhance his distant regal bearing makes him appear more unapproachable than he'd like. Momotarou's hair frames his face and falls past his waist when left untied, a shimmering banner of alternating golds reflecting his namesake at its best. Momotarou's back and arms are covered in vibrantly colored tattoos featuring snakes and various flower combinations, each one with a hidden meaning in ikebana. His clothing may change based on the weather but he is always wearing a maroon haori patterned with silver and gold peach blossoms. His every action is heralded by the large golden bell tied to the red & white shimenawa looped around his neck. || Though he isn't boastful or self-aggrandizing, Momo's pride is present in simple statements and actions, as well as the poor view he has of those who oppose him. Truly, he can be considered arrogant in manner as he sees most as beneath him and can't comprehend himself failing in any way. Momo is ruled largely by the concept of justice and fairness. He seeks to right all wrongs, avenge the weak, attend the needy- Unfortunately the loftiness of his goals results in his seeing a forest rather than giving any thought to the trees. Momotarou is unflinchingly honest to the point where he seems to lack a filter- until it best serves his interests to lie or engage in acts of deceit. He dislikes this trait in others but is surprisingly cavalier about it when it suits his own goals. Shrewd, perceptive, clever, selfless, self-assured- Momotarou embodies many of the traits that make a leader great and acts on them with the wisdom granted to him by his divine nature. He may still struggle with the intricacies of interpersonal relationships, but the battlefield or war room is where he excels. This may become apparent shortly after meeting him...Momo can read others but gets tripped up when it comes to emotions, even his own. He's so pragmatic that he believes himself above jealousy, fear, anger, love- anything irrational. And so, he can act irrationally without realizing it as he fails to see his own flaws. || Momotarou's talent in telumkinesis comes as no surprise given the fact that he has dedicated his life to fighting, but he also exercises his weaving abilities fairly often. In addition to using it as a relaxing hobby, he has been known to weave enhanced clothing for allies. He also has a fondness for Athena's more inventive side in terms of craftsmanship, having aided in the design of his weapons. While he can't call himself a blacksmith, Momotarou takes pride in having woven his flag himself. || Inu: A celestial bronze spear that doubles as a war flag emblazoned with an olive tree, owl, and serpent. It normally masquerades as a paper fan with the same emblem. Kiji: A yumi (bow) that is ordinarily worn around his wrist as a braided bracelet. Saru: A katana with an alabaster hilt and peach-blossom shaped guard. Its sheath is also white with gold detailing, the fitting comprised of scarlet rope from which dangle three golden bells in the vague shapes of a monkey's head. It can appear as a fountain pen but he prefers to keep it in true form as often as possible. Hebi: A plain wakizashi that trails a vibrant pink ribbon with chains of celestial bronze sewn within. It masquerades as the ribbon often tied somewhere to his person, usually around his left wrist or in his hair. Auspice: The bell around his neck becomes a hoplite shield when he flicks it, this too bearing Athena's sacred bird. || Momotarou is a Camp Half-Blood almuni, arriving at 7 and leaving at 16 to wander in search of other demigods who might be attempting to make their way there, as well as pursuing monsters to keep his skills sharp. He wishes to live a long, meaningful life and die gloriously in battle- preferably at a ripe age- and he doesn't see that happening 'cowering' at camp. He cannot live a sedenatry lifestyle but visits whenever he has the chance, primarily to check on his favorite Campers and dispense the many gifts he collects for them. Momo has an 'official' job working for his wealthy uncle and this also allows him to travel as often as he pleases. He tends to get in trouble for haring off on another monster hunt or to shepherd lost demigods, however. || Collects weapons & monster parts. Hates for his name to be shortened and goes by the surname 'Minamoto'. A skilled cook who can also bake surprisingly well- he often gives food or sweet snacks as gifts or rewards and somehow always has something to eat on him. Animals alone are always privy to his rare soft, affectionate side. Momo has an excellent memory, just not for names. || Hushabye ||



|| Mitarashi 'Mita' Hanazono || 16 || Cabin #15/Hypnos || Mousy in both manner and appearance, Mitarashi has soft brown hair cut unevenly so that it falls longer over the right side of her round face. It possesses a natural curl and is perpetually messy in spite of her attempts to tame it with the numerous cutesy bows and hairclips that Momotarou has given her over the years. She has large fawn brown eyes and thin lips often set in a mild frown, with a worried furrow between small brows. She's almost dangerously thin, pale, and always covered in bruises, bandaids, and bandages earned from unexpected falls caused by her narcolepsy. || The complete opposite of her 'sworn brother', Mita is faint-hearted and self-conscious, content to hide in his shadow and extol his good will...This usually means that she's his translator and offers up apologies for his transgressions. Mitarashi hates being a demigod and the danger it represents, yet at the same time all of her self-worth is tied to it as what little she can do is still more than she'd ever accomplish as an ordinary human, or so she believes. One might not know just how pessimistic she is upon first meeting her however, as she frequently parrots Momotarou's confident assertions and does her level best to be a source of positivity to others as she'd hate for anyone else to feel the way she does... || Mita lacks the drive and attention span to practice even her natural abilities and is pretty weak in almost every regard. The only time she ever trains diligently is when Momo is around to motivate her. || Hyacinthus: An aspis shield bearing a paech blossom rather than a fearsome image or allegiance to her parent or even the camp. It masquerades as a similarly shaped medallion worn around her neck. || Mitarashi and Momotarou met when they were both young and her mother attempted to help them make the arduous journey to Camp Half-Blood from their home in Japan. The subsequent death of her mother led him to taking on a familial role even at a young age and it has lasted since. She has no other surviving family and remains at Camp indefinitely, fearing every year she grows older and the thought that she may eventually have to leave and make her own way in the world, something she believes that she's incapable of doing. Even so, she readily rejects all of Momotarou's offers to take her in as she feels guilty enough by 'burdening' him thus far. || Mita suffers from narcolepsy that may actually be psychosomatic. She hates sweets but pretends to like them for Momo's sake. Mitarashi has also developed a skill with cooking and dessert-making. Her less 'magical' skills include areas that fall behind Momo's purview, such as accounting and even the management of large estates. He often brings his paperwork to her and she's happy to help in any way she can. || Hushabye ||

"I don't need to think when I've got cards up my sleeve." Rosaline mused with an airy confidence. She knew that she was nowhere near as talented as most of the fighters in camp, but while she didn't have special elemental powers, or could bring back the dead, or see the future, she did have a way to keep herself protected in nearly any situation. Even so, she didn't care so much about winning as much as she did about getting to see Oliver shooting a bow. Now, wasn't that a nice sight to see? She smiled a bit to herself.

"You might just not realize it though, so keep an eye out, yeah?"

Rosaline hummed as she looked at the bow Oliver grabbed. She reached out to take another spare one, not really looking at the weapon itself, seeming assured in her first and only pick. She plucked one of the arrows out and began to spin it leisurely between her fingers. "I forgot how many bows you Apollo kids have, they all must be worth quite a lot. Though, the designs and aesthetics are my personal favorite parts."

She stopped spinning the arrow, smiling at Oliver as she teased. "You gonna impress me, Oli? Show me a bullseye."

(I really like Rosaline’s personality! She’s interesting)

(She's super fun to rp! <3 My flirty lady)

(i assume she’s this flirty with everyone?)

Oliver w/ Rosaline- Moonblazer

Oliver widened his eyes for a moment in surprise at how fast she learned, then remembered that she was a daughter of Tyche. Nonetheless, he was still impressed. Not just anybody- maybe besides children of Apollo- could hit a bullseye their second time around. He nodded in her direction, signaling that he was proud. “Good hit!”

"I'm here all week." Rosaline teased, though she did enjoy the compliment. Deep down, a part of her would always be a little envious of those who were actually born with such natural abilities, or those who didn't have to depend on luck to get farther ahead. She remembered how many times she had looked at herself when she first learned exactly who her mother was, and wondered if everything she accomplished was because she unknowingly told fate to change around her. But, that had been a long time ago, and she refused to lose the confidence she had built up to remedy it. After all, if she was going to be given a lucky hand, she may as well use it to her advantage.

Even so, at least she could pretend that she deserved those words. Surely that had to be good enough.

"So. Archery, playing an instrument, I'd say you've got alot of talent. What else can you do?" She asked, liking to live vicariously through her more gifted peers. Sometimes it was fun to just watch Hunter create lightning, or see the Hectate kids create mystical magic. "Can you make lights? Sing a healing tune?"

Oliver w/ Rosaline- Moonblazer

Oliver hesitated a moment, wiping his brow. He hadn’t really shared his ability to use osteokinesis with many people. “Well… I am able to manipulate people’s bone structure.” He shrugged it off like it was nothing, then quickly added, “I can also manipulate sound waves and curse people to only speak in rhymes,” he snickered a bit. Manipulating sound waves was awfully helpful with overhearing important conversations that he wasn’t a part of, though he felt it was an invasion of privacy. And, if the situation was dire, he could potentially blow out someone’s ear drums.

Rosaline listened to him, both fascinated and even a bit protective at the thought of him or anyone ever forcing her voice to not truly be her own. She tucked away the information, reminding herself that if she ever somehow found herself on the receiving end of those abilities, that she could force horrendous luck right back in retaliation. She reminded herself that Oliver seemed like a genuinely good person. Hopefully he would not use such gifts to cause pain.

She smiled, impressed. “That’s got to be pretty incredible. You could make your bones strong as steel, I bet. Though, you can use your rhyming thing on anyone but me, please! I’d be a drag of a poet, I’d say the same old sentences over and over until you get tired of little old me.” She turned to look at the target again, but continued speaking, making sure she sounded friendly.

“To have such unique powers, it’s got to be exhilarating. Makes a girl like me all wistful at the thought. Luck of the draw, for a powerful parent like that.” She teased.

“You seem more responsible than some who have that kind of power.” Rosaline mused, crossing her hands behind her back and rocking gently on her toes. “I guess it would be pretty daunting, to accidentally hurt someone if you can’t keep your gifts in their wrappings.” She turned suddenly, smiling at Oliver.

“Good thing we haven’t had any accidents like that recently, huh? So far, everyone’s been pretty good at keeping the peace. So long as nobody fries my hair, then I’m sitting pretty.”

(Ima set up a starter for Ivy if anyone wants to join in!)

Ivy/ Open!

Ivy sat on one of the many rocks in camp, swinging her legs lightly. She yawned, almost overexaggerating the sound to show how bored she was. She sighed and held out her hand, and in a few seconds, an ice ball was resting peacefully in it. She tossed it up into the air and caught it, continuously repeating this action.

[ I didn't '@' anyone yet because it's just a starter to introduce the characters! And Momo is tricky because he's not that sociable... ^^" he wouldn't really approach someone to talk unless he already knows them or wants something...so he'd be more friendly with other children of Athena and Campers that are/will be useful to him. ]

“Depends on your definition of different, love.” Rosaline mused, her voice casual even as she reflected the words he spoke. Being different could be a great thing, yes, but being different could also mean having no protection compared to those who could make powerful displays. She thought of how much more difficult it must have been for campers like Evelyn, Drake, and Lloyd to face off against monsters that campers like Hunter, or Nakita, or any of the Hectate campers could brush off with far more ease.

The thought of any of them causing destruction simply because they could feel like it if they wanted to, it had always made her weary, deep down. She smiled, pushing the thoughts away. “Another bullseye. I don’t think I have much of a chance to top that, huh?” She teased.