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ichorhalf·:

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍                    anybody

loc     .     the     north     woods    ,     late     sunset

                    ・   。   ��      there’s    more    𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭    among    the    stalks    than    in    the    camp    .    satyrs    are    too    intimidated    by    a    titan    blessed    demigod    ,    nymphs    don’t    care    enough    to    hold    grudges    for    the    nature    destroyed    by    an    army    she    almost    held    in    her    palm    .    but    camp    ;    where    the    stares    never    stop    &    the    whispers    never    quiet    –    dana    would    rather    them    charge    her    than    hide    behind    gossip    ,    the    orange    clad    warriors    never    had    much    𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄    .    with    her    eyes    trained    on    a    dead    clearing    –    yellow    grass    &    wilted    branches    ,    she    leans    against    a    tall    spear    dug    into    the    dirt    .    ❝                        it’s    a    bit    late    to    be    out    here    ,    don’t    you    think    ?    ❞    she    asks    the    demigod    stepped    into    the    clearing    ,    hues    remain    cast    downward    .    ❝                      should    get    a    plant    kid    out    here    ,    heal    this    clearing    .    ❞

after   dinner   had   been   cleared   &   everyone   had   returned   to   their   cabins   for   the   evening   ,   nazareth   had   gathered   a   sketchbook   ,   his   headphones   ,   and   a   flashlight   &   slipped   away   into   the   camp   half   -   blood   forest   for   some   genuine   quiet   time   .   at   camp   ,   there   was   always   something   going   on   ,   always   some   hustle   &   bustle   that   would   ultimately   drive   naz   crazy   if   he   didn’t   escape   every   once   in   a   while   .   the   sun   had   begun   to   set   when   nazareth   settled   himself   as   far   as   he   could   justify   within   the   woods   ,   legs   tucked   beneath   him   &   sketchbook   settled   on   his   lap   .   the   clunky   headphones   blasted   some   weird   punk   rock   band   in   his   ears   as   his   nimble   fingers   took   to   SCRIBBLING   black   ink   all   over   the   page   in   some   sort   of   scribblism   art   form   .   

time   passed   faster   like   this   because   before   he   knew   it   ,   the   sun   was   almost   fully   settled   over   the   curve   of   the   earth   &   he   could   hear   the   faint   mumblings   of   someone   speaking   to   him   .   sliding   one   headphone   off   of   his   ear   ,   naz   glanced   at   dana   ,   catching   the   tail   end   of   her   question   .   ever   the   awkward   one   ,   the   boy   simply   gazed   back   down   at   the   piece   of   art   in   his   hands   so   as   not   to   hold   eye   contact   a   beat   too   long   .   “   uh   …   maybe   ?   i   don’t   know   .   doesn’t   really   matter   to   me   .   ”   he   gave   a   small   shrug   of   his   shoulders   .   “   i   brought   this   if   it   makes   you   feel   any   better   ,   ”   he   muttered   ,   lifting   the   flashlight   into   view   .   “   what   about   you   ?   isn’t   it   a   little   late   for   you   to   be   out   here   ,   ”   nazareth   questioned   ,   pointedly   ,   deciding   to   ignore   her   comment   about   the   rotten   nature   of   the   clearing   .

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pyritics·:

𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓                     open . 

𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏   :   the  tyche  cabin ,  morning . 

                  “   hey             ”     his  voice  cuts  through  the  early  morning  silence  like  a  hot  knife  through  butter .  birds  in  a  nearby  tree  take  flight ,  opting  for  the  safety  of  taking  cover            not  an  option  to  his  fellow  demigods .  jesse’s  presence  takes  up  room ,  fills  the  camp’s  protective  barriers           suffocates .  his  big  head is  90%  of  his  volume .   “   wanna  play  a  round  of  hearts ?   ”   he  taps  his  deck  of  cards  on  his  knee  before  standing  up ,  arm  wrapped  around  a  column  that  blinks  with  casino  lights ,  half  -  hanging  off  of  his  cabin’s  front  porch .   “   unless            and  my  apologies             ”   he  pauses ,  worn  deck  pressed  over  his  heart .   “   unless  you’re  too  fucking  chicken  shit .   ”   it’s  a  cheap  attempt  at  goading  his  opponent ,  he’s  well  aware            and  yet  he  doesn’t  care .  he’s  looking  for  entertainment ,  a  rush  greater  than  sitting  in  the  doorway  of  his  cabin  shuffling  cards .  his  course  of  action  is  well  oiled  and  thought  out           should  they  decline ,  he’d  poke  at  them  incessantly .  should  they  accept            they  were  stupid . 

nazareth’s   feet   dragged   as   he   wandered   back   to   his   cabin   from   the   climbing   wall   .   he   had   made   his   way   down   to   train   early   in   the   morning   before   all   the   ares   cabin   kids   invaded   the   place   .   but   that   didn’t   make   the   training   any   less   exhausting   .   naz   stared   down   at   his   singed   boots   as   he   shuffled   along   ,   causing   jesse’s   voice   to   catch   him   off   guard   .   his   dark   gaze   snapped   up   to   meet   the   other’s   ,   already   rolling   his   eyes   at   the   offer   .   everyone   at   camp   half   -   blood   was   GOOD   at   something   ,   some   were   extraordinarily   good   at   certain   things   .   but   you   could   only   be   so   good   when   luck   wasn’t   on   your   side   .   

which   is   exactly   why   nazareth   had   no   intention   of   entering   into   ANY   game   of   cards   against   jesse   .   a   rare   chuckle   shook   the   raven   -   haired   boy’s   shoulders   as   he   shook   his   head   .   “   you   must   think   i’m   fuckin   ’   stupid   ,   huh   ,   jesse   ?   that   i   was   born   yesterday   or   somethin   ’   ?   ”   nonetheless   ,   naz   approached   the   tyche   cabin   ,   a   smirk   on   his   full   lips   .   “   we   all   know   you   would   absolutely   kick   my   ass   at   hearts   …   ”   he   trailed   off   ,   eyeing   jesse   .

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nazareth   had   made   the   decision   to   cut   through   the   arts   &   crafts   area   in   an   attempt   to   lessen   any   social   interactions   along   the   way   .  over   his   years   at   camp   ,   the   boy   knew   where   the   younger   campers   often   resided   or   where   the   more   rambunctious   cabins   would   spend   time   after   one   of   their   activities   for   the   day   .  whatever   the   case  ,  the   demigod   donned   from   head   - to   -   toe   in   black   garb   had   no   intention   of   stopping   for   small   talk   .   or   so   he   thought   .  until   one   of   the   hebe   girls   all   but   burst   from   the   arts   &  crafts   area   ,   holding   a   PLETHORA   of   rainbow  -  colored   bracelets   .   

nazareth   tried   to   pick   up   the   pace   before   she   saw   him   ,   but   just   his   luck   ,  she   decided   to   call   out   for   him   ,  offering   him   one   of   the   multi  -   colored   bracelets   .   “  i   uh   …  i   think   i’m   good   .  it   probably   wouldn’t   look   right   with   the   other   shit   i   have   ,   ”   naz   muttered   ,  gazing   down   at   the   silver   barbed   -   wire   bracelets   that   adorned   his   wrists   .  one   of   his   large   hands   came   up   to   scratch   uncomfortably   at   the   back   of   his   neck   as   he   tried   to   sooth   the   blow   .   “  but   i   can   …  uh   …  tell   that   you   put   in   a   lot   of   work   on   those   …   ”

Mabbie skipped out of the arts and crafts area, holding a bunch of string friendship bracelets in her hands. She smiled as she went back towards the cabins, looking for people to give them too.

She worked very hard on these bracelets and was very proud of herself. They were each different patterns and they were so much fun to make.

She stopped as she saw someone passing by, and stopped, excitedly running up to them.

“Hello there! Would you like a bracelet? I worked really hard on them, and I have a lot of different patterns.”

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[  HWANG HYUNJIN, TWENTY, CIS MALE, PYROKINESIS  ] ╰  NAZARETH  SONG  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  HADES  who  was  claimed  five  years  ago ?  i've  heard  chiron  say  that  he  is  INDIVIDUALISTIC  &  TRANQUIL ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they'd  say  they're  BIZARRE  &  RECKLESS .  i'd  say  they  remind  me  of  smudged  black  eyeliner  ,  frigid  fingertips  ,  floppy  raven  hair  being  held  from  your  eyes  ,  and  bass  vibrating  from  speakers  ,  especially  since  they're  NEUTRAL .

hi tiny angels !! my name is moe , i am twenty years old , i use she / her pronouns , and i live in the est . i haven’t been in an actual rp group in ... months because of some bad experiences :/ but this rp seemed so cool & the admins seemed so sweet ... i just had to join . i really hope you guys enjoy naz as i continue to flesh him out a lil ! many kithes for u !

𝟎𝟎𝟏  .  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name  :  nazareth icarus song age  :  twenty gender  :  cis male pronouns  :  he / him romantic orientation  /  sexual orientation  :  biromantic  /  bisexual godly parent  :  hades , god of the dead and king of the underworld . inspiration  :  april ludgate from parks & rec , sydney novak & stanley barber from i am not okay with this , machine gun kelly’s album hotel diablo , maybe trent lane from daria if u squint . and just for the clownery of it all ... jughead jones . pinterest board  :  linked HERE  !! special power  :  pyrokinesis 

𝟎𝟎𝟐  .  𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

bullying tw ?? idk mans didn’t really have a terrible life sry fkdsfkjsd

     nazareth was born and raised in chicago , illinois . his mother had him while still in college , much to her parents’ dismay . however , she was incredibly hard working & wanted to give her son the life he deserved . even though the young mother graduated with honors , her degree in marketing could only get her so far . while she got an unpaid internship at a company in the city just a few blocks away from the family’s tiny apartment , she also had to work as a waitress just to pay rent & keep food in nazareth’s mouth . 

     a few years passed & naz’s mother had moved up enough in the company to be able to quit her job at the local diner . she had met a woman at work who was suddenly spending a lot of time at the songs’ rundown apartment & sometimes naz would even catch his mother dancing around the kitchen to her favorite michael jackson songs . however , as things were looking up for his mom , nazareth was struggling at school . every single class was unbelievably hard for him to understand & the poor boy stuck out like a sore thumb when he was around other kids his age . he was lanky & awkward , but also gave off a weird , brooding energy that did not match any of the other kids . which would have been fine if that meant he would be left alone ! but kids are mean , and that instead meant that he would be frequently exposed to their ruthless torment . 

     this behavior carried on through the entirety of nazareth’s time in the public school system . there wasn’t much he could do about it besides weather the storm & return home to his mother’s warm hugs every day . luckily , nazareth’s mother never mentioned his father or the existence of demigods. this total ignorance brought him safety from monsters for most of his life . however , things started to change when the boy was around eleven years old . nazareth began to see spirits floating amongst regular people . they looked just like everyone else , but there was a heaviness hanging onto their forms as they breezed about . they would hear him if he called out to them , but wouldn’t usually take the time to stop & answer his questions . naz didn’t even like to think of the flames that would flicker at him palms for just a split second when he would get angry . all of these occurrences scared him , quite frankly . 

     finally , nazareth told his mother about all of the odd things that had been happening to him . with a forlorn look on her face & no further words spoken between them , naz’s mother began shoving as many things as she could into one large suitcase . within the next thirty minutes , the two of them were in a car headed to a place his mother called “ camp half-blood ” where the boy would be safe . nazareth continued to ask “ safe from what , mom ? ” but no answer came . she couldn’t bring herself to tell him . 

𝟎𝟎𝟑  .  𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅  -  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

     nazareth got to camp half - blood when he was just eleven years old . however , he wasn’t claimed until he was fifteen years old . the little boy was lumped in with the hermes cabin for four - almost five - years until his father finally claimed him . as thrilled as naz was to be detached from the large number of campers who inhabited the hermes cabin , he still held a great deal of anger towards his father for taking so damn long to claim him . what was the fucking hold up ? he still isn’t sure to this day & continues to hold a little resentment at all times . but he rarely mentions it .  (  partially because he rarely speaks  )  

     now , with this whole conflict about claiming & cabins , nazareth tries to stay out of it as much as possible . if you ask him about it , good luck getting a straight answer out of him . he switches up what he says every time , just to get a reaction out of whoever he is talking to . nazareth knows too that if he actually gets into a conversation about the whole ordeal , his temper will act up & that isn’t good for anyone . 

𝟎𝟎𝟒  .  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

     nazareth is anything but a people person . he doesn’t have good communication skills & doesn’t care to have them . he is severely sarcastic & does not care if he hurts your feelings . he is incredibly independent - almost to the point of being overly self - involved . it is extremely rare for him to genuinely care about others simply because how does caring about other people benefit him in any way ? quite honestly , he’s also a little weird . queue that ‘ i’m a weirdo ’ monologue by local Edgelord Fool Jughead Jones . idk man ... just ... good fuckin luck charlie . he’s annoying !

𝟎𝟎𝟓  .  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

we might have to get a little creative with connections for nazareth because he is not exactly Mr. Friendly or Mr. Sunshine so it is ... unlikely that he is going to get along splendidly with too many people .

some ppl he can relate to on some level [ friendly connection ]

unlikely pals [ friendly connection ]

people who he just loves to bug and bother [ ??? idk bro connection ]

people who love to bug and bother him [ ??? idk bro connection ]

aw spooky boy has a crush let me cry [ romantic / friendly connection ]

obviously there are going to be a good many people he would gladly fight any day of the week [ not so friendly connection ]

literally my brain is just mush now ... but im so so down to brainstorm or whatever !  

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my kink is closing doors so that i am in complete solitude

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❤️

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most beautiful boy in the world

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nazareth  song  ,  son  of  𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒  .  twenty  years  old  .  he  /  him  .