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Save a horse…

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no sacrifice was too great for camp.

if they didn't take care of it, then who would? littering would only make them all sad & the animals, too. even if it cost him his jacket. he'd live. he had others. "i get it. i think the pegasi drop you off away from the scene usually, but ..i get it." he shot him a little smile still, letting his eyes roam. he couldn't tell if the pegasi were the problem in this equation or the other, but it also really wasn't his business. except, vincent had the undeniable urge to help. always. "oh." wait, did he mean ..like...driving? "uh, i've never.. um, yeah. yeah, sure. if you'll have me." well, if they crashed, he could put them back together. there was that. vincent never thought he'd sit on a bike in all his life. ever. he wasn't the cool at all enough to own one & never really knew anybody who did. "did you mean like.. right now?"

"oh. no. i mean, i don't like want to, just not what i meant. just don't always wanna be flyin in from the top, all exposed an shit, right?" nate struggled to explain exactly what he meant without any of the necessary military tactics background. he'd been in a few boot camps, but just the kind you send kids to when you don't know what else to do with them. also, it was all just a justification he'd created to cover for the fact he just had no experience using pegasi as vehicles and hadn't thought about it. someone had definitely mentioned it to him, though. not that he was really teasing that out in his mind, being a pretty mindful in the moment man, nate was watching the apparent woke liberal pick up his litter with his full attention. well if he wanted the liquid leaking out into his pants pocket, that was fine by nate. "well no. haven't been on any yet." he shrugged. "i can take you out, though. if ya want a little spin." nate inclined his head toward the bike.

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food.

vincent still couldn't believe it even after all this time in camp. free food. as much as he wanted, too & it was good food, too. he ...had his arms on the counter & his head rested on them, just watching the other prepare food. the smell was incredible. if able... he'd bathe in whatever heath was cooking up, but alas he settled for ..watching & admiring.

"topping?" oh god sorry dad, yes. "savory, definitely savory." letting his mind wander a bit, he knew a craving that.. might be unconventional for french fries, but hey. "...maybe some bacon... on the side?" vincent did puppy eyes unlike anybody else. his secret talent.

location: mess hall muse: heath and your pick! @conquermadness

There was a sharp, bright sound coming from the large silver bowl Heath was currently at play with. Sizzling french fries landed inside, fresh from the fryer. Heath had made it his mission to discover and create the best chips recipe, perfection was his own quest. With cooking, an unending one.

"This is how I serve them--with a dash of salt." For the masses... but he wasn't serving the masses at this moment. "What topping do you prefer? Sweet, savory... I got it all. Or I could make a dip?"

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@divinelyembraced liked for a starter :3 ty bby

camp halfblood was a peaceful place to be at, most of the time. sure, right now they were seemingly caught in eternal winter, but vincent liked the snow. reminded him of his youth, which … should bring him the opposite on the emotions front, but alas it brought him a sense of comfort & familiarity. sometimes he just needed that little push to not feel as lonely as he did. vincent lived for people, but he didn't really connect to the people he cared for. or they didn't connect with him. he couldn't tell.

a habit vincent has was seemingly stuck in was to hang around the arena, watching other demigods spar & providing quick relief if they needed it. sparring could get ugly sometimes & the infirmary wasn't that close. so, vincent was sat, cross-legged on a bench, watching the fights & training go, but finding himself … especially distracted with… one very talented demigod. the list of victories was growing with every passing hour & vincent … wondered if he wasn't secretly a god. although - he knew some of the other demigods were strong. this one seemed a fighter. a good one, too.

his latest victim was … a mess after a hard punch, so vincent had rushed over to provide relief, his light engulfing the fallen fighter. when their eyes snapped open, vincent patted his hair & stood, swiftly switching his focus to … the winner. he was bleeding, too. it wasn't bad, but … vincent still extended a bright palm to lay against the man's cheek, offering help - if it was accepted. "won't hurt, i promise." soft smile sent his way, "hi, i'm vincent."

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"you don't wanna pet the pegasi?" was that what he was saying? it would be totally viable, if maybe a little weird, because vincent had never met anybody in camp before who wasn't in awe with their winged helpers. watching the cup fall, vincent tried to hold on to himself. not yours. but he couldn't help himself & picked it up to toss it in the trash later. he wasn't just a healer by heart, but a protector too. "i've never been on one." embarrassed little chuckle, followed by a wide grin showing teeth. "do you drive to missions? do they let you? what about if it's like really far?"

nate really hadn't thought about that aspect before now, well maybe in a distant way that made him think he was cooler than everyone else, but not in a way that it would seem...useless. "well. sometimes you don't wanna do that." he shrugged, not feeling like that answer was good enough but not having a better one, so he crumpled his cup instead, balancing it on the seat. it fell as soon as he leaned up off the bike. "this is a good time, having your rubber to the road, there's just somethin about it." plus it was what he was used to, definitely not flying horses.

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despite vincent's alternative way upbringing in the mountains of alaska, there'd been enough kids - older kids, who had ways for them to stay at least somewhat connected to the outside world, which ... entailed a little handheld device that could play dvds, so the boys would be huddled up in one of their tents together to watch horror movies & vincent could swear that at least ninety-five percent of those were zombie movies & most of those ... began or ended on graveyards. it wasn't trauma per se, but he didn't really desire spending any time near them. he always somewhat expected to get jumped whenever he walked past the cemetary in camp.

which made him all the more curious when he found someone close by it as he walked past. he stopped & glanced back at the man who .... worked on a bike? in camp? curious for sure, he'd inched close, closer ....closest until he was noticed. whelp. "no, no, hi. i'm uh, i just saw you work. not a lot of bikes in camp." little smile, hand brushing through the hair on the back of his head. "most just pet the pegasi, y'know?" short moment alone with his thoughts. hm. "i meant like, uh, maintenance...bike... pegasi... yeah, i'm gonna shut up." good job, vince - well done. great first impression.

[ location: the path outside the gate to the cemetery ] [ open to: anyone ]

the cemetary had always been a peaceful place to nate, and no matter where he had traveled over the world, there was always something like it to retreat to. his first few weeks here, nate had felt weird about going to just hang out there, or outside the gates, and he had worried that some of the hades kids might take offense to it; or that others might think it was weird.

but he couldn't be holed up in his room in the basement of his cabin anymore, and needed the fresh air on this face, and to tinker with his bike. ironically, this was the thing demis might find him genuinely weird about, when they had much more practical ways of travel, not to mention maintenance and repair. but that thought would have never crossed his mind and he'd had no qualms about setting up a shady place for himself to work beside the iron fence. once he'd stopped to take a break, he chugged something from a tall styrofoam cup, finally noticing someone standing in the pool of shade with him. "oh. hey." nate cleared his throat. "d'ja need me to move or somethin?"

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vincent. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

BASIC INFO

full name — Vincent Hale age — thirty-eight (october 27th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual occupation — paramedic deity connection — apollo  pet name — tba weapon / armor — daggers 2x + studded leather armor clothing style — casual

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Ian Bohen hair — dark blonde / eyes — blue height — five foot & ten inches build — there, he's been blessed with very very good genes bc he LOVES eating and isn't the biggest fan of working out, but still... y'know.. stays in shape scars — other than his heart lmao? teeny tiny little scar from when his appendix was removed (it was an emergency) tattoos — his brother's name's on his his arm, together with their birthdate piercings — he has pierced nipples, cause one of his former bfs liked it and he's a pushover and then he just kept them special characteristics — vincent is ... a ray of sunshine but with huge self-worth and abandonment issues. he will put everybody before himself, always. but no matter how sad he is, he'll attempt to keep that poster boy smile on his face sexual preference — bottom sub

PERSONALITY

alignment — ray of sunshine good positive traits — protective, caring, loyal, friendly negative traits — self-destructive, no self worth, insecure hobbies — hiking, enjoying nature, helping out where he can

MEDICAL INFO

mental — distinct lack of self worth, tends to feel like he's a bother physical — healthy bby phobias — abandonment issues eyesight — 18/20 dominant hand — right hand drug use — nop alcohol use — nop diet — food food food foooood. meat is a preference, but foooooooood.

BACKGROUND

birthplace — vernon hills, IL parents — Talia Hale (biological mother) & Apollo (biological father) siblings — anthony hale (older twin brother) pets — n/a education — high school diploma, emt + paramedic program graduate notable skills — can get by unnoticed easily bc he's not a v loud personality

BIO

Vincent was born two minutes and 33 seconds after his older brother Anthony. As a baby, he was the one to cry and giggle at the same time, amusing their parents and most likely sometimes even his twin brother. As a toddler, he was always a step behind, following his brother loyally, but still always only looking at the back of his head as Anthony moved forward determinedly. He didn’t mind though, Vincent never once felt unhappy about it. He cherished his brother dearly, even when he was only 3 years old - everybody could see just how much he admired him. It was never evaluated as a problem, quite the opposite, because Anthony was comfortable in his twin's presence.

The differences between them only grew more obvious as years went by, Vincent the shy & quiet one in the back while Anthony caught all the attention & shined brightly in it. Their mother died when they both were still little & nobody ever met their father, so they were raised by their older sister, Talia, who .. was loved by many, but when it was just them at home.. there was a different air to her. Vincent adored her, as he did ... most people, but he had to watch Anthony & her fight quite often. Of course he picked his brother's side. Always.

The first day at school, Anthony was there to comfort him. He always was. The big, protective brother and Vincent relished in it. &… they were never lonely, because they always had one another & nothing could get in-between them. Nothing.

Being born into one of the wealthiest families in the State, did come with ups & downs. Vincent had everything he could possibly want, growing up, but at the same time ... responsibility no child should be carrying around with them rested on his & Anthony's shoulders. With the twins building the family business' future, they had to be on their best behavior. Always.

But Talia underestimated the bond shared between twins - by far, especially with one of them never up to anything good & the other with an abnormal need to support the troublemaker. It started with little pranks, but as they grew older & Anthony even more confident... he also grew more ambitious & Vincent? He loved & admired his brother more than anything in the world.

Three weeks before their eleventh birthday, Talia had invited colleagues & neighbors over for a big gathering. Everybody of worth was huddled up in their house for the entire night & the boys had been reprimanded to behave. Safe to say they didn't. A scandal the neighborhood & Talia's colleagues would be talking about for a long time coming .... would be born tonight.

Long story short, Anthony thought messing wit the food would cause uproar, but it didn't, which woke the ambitious monster within him. It didn't end well. Not even Vincent can recall how it happened, but there was fire involved. A lot of it.

When blame was to be placed upon one of the twins, it wasn't Anthony who was declared culprit - Talia saw the worth in him, surely. She didn't. But she had a choice to make to fix the mess they had created & one of them had to pay for their sins, children or not. Vincent, the timid follower was useless in Talia's empire - dispensable. Anthony was the leader type, flaws or not. He was the confident, smart & independent leader she wanted. & so Vincent was officially banished & sent to a camp for troubled teens in Alaska, which was as far away as she managed to get him accepted in a few hour's time.

He didn't see it coming, but in the morning ... he found a car waiting. Unlike the other kids in BlueFire Wilderness, Vincent's stay didn't come with an expiration date, so he would be spending the next eight years there until he was old enough to decide about life by himself. He tried to escape, but even if he did, he wouldn't know where to go. But, abandoned by those he loved & alone in the world, Vincent didn't seek to get away from Camp anymore after the first months. Why bother when they forgot about him so easily?

Vincent didn't set foot in Camp Halfblood until he was fourteen, but then he'd spend the summers there at least - as was agreed on by Camp leaders. His first little dip into the truth of who his father was. His powers were ... not quite as attention-seeking as others, so it took everybody a long while to even notice. He doesn't remember when he first met his father, but it changed his life, even though he - too ...abandoned him.

When released from BlueFire Wilderness at the age of 18, Vincent became a paramedic. He'd always had that urge to help. Be it his brother or kids in camp. It didn't matter. Vincent was .. a helper & saving people's lives? Pretty good way to help.

It wasn't until about a decade later that Vincent decided to follow the call, both to find out more about who he is and what he is capable of, but also ...again, to help save lives where he can.

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