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[xlliot-walkxr]

( adam dimarco  +  twenty eight  +  he/they  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet ELLIOT WALKER ,  the child of DEMETER .  they have been living in long island for six years and are currently wilderness survival instructor. when someone describes them, they are often described as DUTIFUL and INTOLERANT. zeus believes they are responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing ?

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬—.҉

Sunset rays filtering through greenhouse panes, tight hugs, orange wine on a summer's day, honeyed features with a tender tongue, warm fingers tracing your spine, scribbled notes on Herodotus, fresh baked pastries, teeth chewing against your cheek, corduroy jackets with patchwork hems, hints of fig and fresh cut grass, Taurian delights and cheeky grins, grudges held like seasons last, chaste lips holding back just enough.

𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬—.҉

Agrokenisis: Elliot has found that his ties to wood and the control or growth of roots far stronger than that of his siblings' talents with fruit and flowering plants.

Green Speak: The ability to communicate with plant life and vegetation,

Toxikinesis: Limited but potent manipulation over plant based poisons, spores, or fungus. Bluntly, Elliot finds fungus disgusting but necessary, he chooses to focus on more botany-based poisons over spores any day.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬—҉

full  name  :    Elliot  Walker nicknames  :  L, Eli, Walker (to those he spars/trains with) birthday  : April  29  zodiac  sign  :  Taurus age  :  28 sexual  orientation  :  Bisexual romantic  orientation  :  Demiromantic relationship  status  : Single parentage  :  Demeter position  : Wilderness Survival Instruction

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭—҉ 

Given to him after protecting a sacred grove from peril, Elliot’s mother gifted him a golden harpe. Formed from one of the cypress trees he protected, his mother's gift demonstrates what grit and devotion can produce. The handle is knotted like cypress roots that grow into a golden hilt before sliding into this sharp blade, that when in the light, shimmers like grain caught in the wind..

𝐁𝐢𝐨—҉

PAST

  The love that produced you was arduous and stubborn, like a sprout through substrate it took desire to grow. Those signatures that birthed you were revealed as you grew and blossomed; that by the time you were a child you were a cut above those your age. The ichor that laid dormant within your blood was like sap hiding beneath bark that by your teenage years others couldn’t help but see you as prickly. Stern not guarded, focused but open to distraction—the exterior you put up only hid the sticky, sweet truth beneath it all. You bore kindness for all things that live and breath within nature, a tenderness that warranted work to ever taste it. Again the themes of your parent’s love, the strife and joy they nurtured, showed up within you like ringlets of a tree. From the mightiest of oaks to the sturdiest of a cypress, one can not hide what it took to make them. Neither did Elliot. Only years of work, of acceptance and mistakes would lead him to answers. That particular age, eighteen, was the start of new seasons for Elliot. 

CAMP

   It would take time for Elliot to find permanency; to place down roots. The soil that birthed him instilled obstinacy whilst the stars above dictated his bullheadedness. Life among mortals those years felt polarizing. Nothing more than normalcy, the young demigod craved it, and did anything he could to stay attached to it. However the news of his patronage, his powers, the monsters that came after him began chipping away at the half-blood. It took little over three and a half years later for the son of Demeter to accept his life at camp, an additional more for him to truly make his name and prove his claim, countless months of training, to several days cursing his fates, to a couple of those nights basking in his titleship. Being a son of Demeter, a child of the seasons, meant something truly. To be her’s, to be bud among the vast meadows of Demeter’s creations and delights, meant that there was purpose to be lived. That was all he needed to believe in for him to rise to whatever glory was waiting for Elliot.   

   UNIVERSITY

   Elliot’s time being on the road and escaping from monsters; along with the gifts his mother gave him only lent to his skills being sought out after University. Becoming an instructor wasn’t exactly on his mind, yet he wasn’t always sold on them becoming nothing but warriors. The son of Demeter’s hopes was to teach that there is honor in survival and that not everything can be solved with a blade. Accomplished fighters as the man was, his skills have always shown themselves when in the wild. Connected to the earth, to be able to hide in the thickest of green, his classes on survival have proven valuable to a few demigods that have been graced with quests.

  NOW

 Seasons have changed and cycled many times over the years, however nothing recently has reminded Elliot more of his place within the world. Half-blood, demigod, a pawn among an impending war. Since the proclamation of the bolt being stolen, there has been an unsettling sickness that has churned in him. Afraid of what this could mean along with so many forbidden children and a lulling peace these years, the now pliable and softened son of Demeter finds himself pruning his edges for the future. Nature and its laws, the forces of his mother’s domain, seem to ready themselves within him; hardening for what’s to come next.

[ichcrblood]

( lucas jade zumann +  eighteen  +  he + him  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet NICO DI ANGELO ,  the child of HADES .  they have been living in long island for two years and are currently studying history. when someone describes them, they are often described as LOYAL and MISTRUSTFUL. zeus believes he is responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?

BASICS.

full name: niccolò di angelo nicknames: nico age: 18 years old   gender: cis man pronouns: he/him orientation: gay (closeted) godly parent: hades powers: geokinesis, necromancy, osteokinesis, umbrakinesis, phobikinesis (limited), thermokinesis (limited) fatal flaw: holding grudges status: alive

BIO.

(tw for mentions of parental death, internalized homophobia)

you don't remember much of anything from Before. you were too young, you guess. but you remember the lawyers. the first one came when you were little, told the two of you your parents had died and you'd be going off to a boarding school. you remember liking the boarding school, even if the boys were...a bit tense. you almost don't even notice, but it creeps up. it's like they know before you do, something about you doesn't line up with them. you don't dwell on it. you can't. maybe a small part of you knows, but you can't conjure up how. it's behind that block, you think. trying to remember your parents brings up nothingness. there's no telling what else is back there.

from the boarding school, you and bianca are brought to...a casino. but it's not like the sort of places people wag their fingers and mutter about. this place is full of kids, some your age, but most of them older. there's some adults, sure, but they don't pay the two of you much mind. you're in there a while, about a month you think. someone comes to collect the two of you, and from there you go to military school. it's...much more structured. you're not sure if you like it all that much. everyone around you is strange, from the way they dress and talk to the references they make.

you're not there long. a year, barely, and then things start happening. things are following you, watching you both. and then they're attacking you. and the lawyers are back. not that they ever really left. they stopped by every now and then when you were at westover, and again after bianca graduated. it seemed like they just always knew. then they're ushering you into a car, telling you it has something to do with the trust and your parents' will and a place and-- you don't keep up, honestly. they bring you both to-- to a college, which worries you. you're only sixteen. you're nowhere near graduating from westover yet, which means bianca is going off by herself, which means you'll be alone too with these whatever the hell they are probably still coming after you and you don't know how often she'll be able to call and the two of you have only had each other since you were kids how are you supposed to--

exceptions are made. whispers are exchanged. and you're told, ultimately, you're staying too. you're sat down for orientation, and that's when it's dropped on you. the whole thing. you're both...demigods. so your dad is a god. or your mom? you can't remember. would you even know? the lawyer is long gone, and it takes, like, a couple of hours after orientation. the claiming is freaky, even you have to admit that, and you're both ushered into the hades cabin. you meet a few other siblings --your dad's one of the Big Three, which you learned means there shouldn't be a bunch of your half siblings running around-- and...well, you've never had this much family before. you don't really know what to do with it.

some aspects are more complicated than others. after everything, the truth about the casino seems so small in comparison. after finding out you're half god, the place you thought you only spent a month might as well be a liminal space you actually spent 70 years in. sure. that only freaked you out for, like, a couple of weeks. no, there's more you learn, more you grapple with, and some of it, like your powers, become a part of you slowly but surely, and other things you hold close to your chest, and you don't talk about it. actually, you're probably content to never talk about it. like, ever.

[questz]

[ 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅  +  𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒  +  𝗁𝖾 / 𝗁𝗂𝗆   ]  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍,  the child of poseidon.  they have been living in long island for a month and are currently studying marine biology. when someone describes them, they are often described as trustworthy and rash. zeus believes he is responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing ? 

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: perseus ' percy ' jackson. 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 20. 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis man. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he / him. 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: bisexual. 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: demigod. 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓: poseidon. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6 ft 1. 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂: leo. 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖: excessive personal loyalty.

↷ percy was born on august 18th to poseidon, and sally jackson. his mom named him perseus for good luck since they were one of the few hereos who had a happy ending and died a peaceful death. like most of the olympians, his father didn't stick around for long after his birth and he would be told later on in life by his mother that he'd been lost at sea, though she never specified further.

↷ his mother eventually married when he was still a toddler, to a man he fondly nicknamed smelly gabe. he was awful to both of them, bullied him and treated his mother like crap. for the longest time he couldn't understand what she saw in him, though the truth was she only stayed with him in hopes it would mask his demigod scent from the monsters who would hunt him.

↷ he grew up with strange occurrences he couldn't explain always happening around him, such as school buses exploding and aquariums flooding. it led him into a lot of complicated conversations with his teachers who all wrote him off as a troublesome kid, and more expulsions than he can count. he'd often change schools, the next one no easier than the last, and was the subject to bullying because of it.

↷ the world didn't start to make sense to him — his adhd, his dyslexia, the things he'd seen with his own eyes that no one else did and caused them to look at him crazy, until grover and his mom revealed the truth about his heritage and his arrival at camp half blood. because i'm a masochist, i'm keeping sally's kidnapping by hades in his plotline, and the close call with the minotaur.

↷ percy is in complete disagreement with the gods' decision to ice out their children and decide when they want to claim them, and he's vocal about it. he can be very reckless, very blunt and will throw himself in danger without a second thought behind it in order to protect others he cares about, or random innocents in general. he isn't a rule follower, has a naturally sarcastic tongue, will shoulder responsibility for anything and anything, and overall, is a pretty laidback guy who can kind of be an idiot sometimes.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒:

friends, ride or dies, enemies, frienemies, people he knew from his childhood, sparring partner, an ex could be fun, someone with a one sided crush on him 'cause zeus only knows he needs a map to pick up on it, literally anything, okay.

[clcrisse]

( sydney park  +  twenty-two  +  she/her  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet CLARISSE LA RUE ,  the child of ARES .  they have been living in long island for four years and are currently working as head counselor . when someone describes them, they are often described as BRAVE and ARROGANT. zeus believes she is responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing? ... written by roxie.

i. BASICS

full name: clarisse la rue. korean name: 경희 (gyeong-hui). origins: olympian, french, korean, american. languages: english, french, a little korean. from: arizona. birthday: april 14th. star signs: ☀ aries, ☾ leo, ↑ leo. godly parent: ares. occupation: head counsellor of cabin 5, once studied archaeology. gender: cis female. sexuality: pansexual. height: 182 cm (6ft). build: toned and muscular. appearance: curly black hair that goes to her shoulders, dark eyes. she can rarely be found wearing make-up, she prefers a neutral look with red lips. clarisse is usually wearing workout clothes. flaws: wrath, pride.

ii. DEMIGOD BASICS

powers: telumkinesis (power to manipulate weaponry), weapon conjuration (power to transform objects into weapons and tools), weapon curses (power to curse weapons), necromancy (power limited to only dead soldiers), odikinesis (a power still out of her control but she can influence others to feel anger and hate), banshee scream (*she has still to learn the full scope of this power / the ability to produce a powerful scream to cause others serious discomfort and pain), pyrokinesis (*she has still to learn the full scope of this power / limited to only being able to produce heat/small fires).

special items: an electric spear called maimer gifted to her by ares, red armour with boar head motifs all over it, and a magical black knife whose handle burns whoever tries to wield it other than clarisse, ares' chariot (borrows it occasionally).

strengths (beyond the ordinary demigod abilities): enhanced strength (she is known to be freakishly strong even among demigods), enhanced speed (she is also known to be very fast especially when fighting with her spear and knife), master at hand-to-hand combat.

trigger warnings: abuse, fractures, blood.

iii. LIFE

clarisse is the daughter of ares, the god of war, and a french-korean mortal woman by the name of martine. they met after an amateur mma match her mother competed in. she grew up in the heat of arizona, in a suburb of phoenix. she was a very active kid and she always excelled at any sport that her mother signed her up for.

when she was five, her mother got a new boyfriend, michael, who became clarisse's stepdad. unknown to her mother, michael was abusive towards clarisse, both verbally and physically. his favourite thing was to hammer in how unworthy and insignificant she was, how her real dad had left her and never sent a single birthday card. she feared being in her own home, especially when her mother took on a job as a bartender, leaving clarisse alone with michael more often. and while clarisse had always been fiery, she became downright destructive and cruel through the years of suffering under his abuse. michael and martine married when clarisse was eight. due to her own pride, she never said a word about the abuse to her mother, who believed the bruises and breaks were from all the sports that her daughter was involved in. but when clarisse was only eleven, michael hit her for the last time. when he struck her one day, a deep and angry voice in the girl's head commanded her to fight back this time, to stop cowering. when michael raised his hand to strike her again, it was the first time that she truly saw red. it ended with michael in the hospital with a bad concussion and multiple fractures. no one believed his eleven-year-old stepdaughter could inflict such damage on him despite his claims. however, martine knew clarisse was capable of it. while the attack led to her mother and michael's divorce, during which clarisse told martine everything, her mother also began fearing clarisse after that incident and started to assume the worst of her.

throughout her childhood, she was continuously expelled from school and thrown out of sports clubs for being too violent. she was even too violent for lacrosse. most of the time she did not mean to hurt anyone, but something would set her off and she would suddenly find herself standing over a crying kid, her knuckles bloodied and bruised. sometimes she would just be deemed "too rough" during games and thrown out of sports clubs. she eventually found an outlet in mma and boxing. she became a bit of a local legend for her talent until she accidentally injured an opponent beyond what she intended. she was taken to camp half-blood college shortly after that.

when she arrived at camp half-blood, she started studying archaeology, wanting to specialise in ancient weapons and wars, but she struggled too much to keep up with it due to the severity of her adhd. it is expected that she will take up her studies again at some point.

all ares said to her when they first met was that it was a shame she was born a girl. clarisse took this personally and she became even more obsessed with training and nutrition. when everyone else slept, she woke up early and trained for hours on end. while she had always been in good shape and very toned, she was now considered outright strong and physically superior to most others. she focused on every type of hand-to-hand combat she could train in, training at all hours of the day until she nearly passed out from exhaustion. clarisse is now the perfect balance between fast and strong. this makes her a very capable fighter and she is now considered to be one of the best warriors of her kind. so much so that she was eventually made head counsellor of the ares cabin. her father rewarded her with an electric spear when her new position was announced.

iv. PERSONALITY

the good: clarisse is extremely loyal to those she considers her friends, she will always do everything she can to protect them. she is very brave and will throw herself into any fight. she is infamous for not backing down until there is no other choice (she is like the black knight from monty python who says "'it's just a flesh wound" after having both his arms cut off lmao). while not exactly known for her kindness and mercy, she is actually a caring leader and she will never leave any of her soldiers behind. clarisse is protective of her cabin but also camp half-blood college itself. when on the battlefield in training sessions, she is a charismatic and inspiring leader, always on the frontline and giving it her all. she has a soft spot for those who cannot fight for themselves, for those who are damaged and broken in some way.

the bad: most see her as a bully ― and they'd be right. she can be both physically and verbally aggressive. clarisse likes to put people in their place and she gets jealous easily. her need for glory means that she can have trouble seeing others get it and she will feel the need to sabotage them. she is incredibly stubborn to the point where she can endanger herself and others. she is also arrogant and often fails to see her own flaws. this arrogance also means that she takes things personally even when they are not. there are no small slights to her, only insults. when clarisse is angry, she sometimes snaps and sees red. ares' wrath, some call it, or even ares' madness. she will go into a sort of berserker mode when this happens, sometimes hurting people she never wanted to harm in the process.

the sad: unknown to herself, clarisse is still traumatised from the abuse she grew up with. but instead of turning it inward, she is reactive and lets it harm the people around her. while she no longer fears her former stepdad, she holds a similar fear of ares instead. all the father figures in her life have been cruel to her and yet she is desperate for their approval. she is a bully because she believes that the only way to protect yourself is to be the one to strike first. no one can bully a bully. after finally proving herself worthy to be a child of ares, she is now struggling with her father's high expectations of her. she knows the moment she fails then he will deem her unworthy once more. her greatest fear is to be considered unworthy and irrelevant, not only by ares, but by the world.

v. RANDOM HEADCANONS

clarisse's nose is a little crooked as she has broken it twice.

she finds herself drawn to the children of aphrodite, something she blames her dad for.

maimer is always propped up right beside her bed when she is sleeping.

tba.

vi. CONNECTIONS

enemies: clarisse has many of them.

friends: those who have managed to get on her good side, she has a soft spot for those who are weaker or a little broken. she finds it easiest to find friends among the children of aprodite and the children of gods that are on good terms with ares.

training/sparring buddies: those who are as serious about training as her.

ex partner: clarisse has an ex at camp and their relationship with each other now will be plotted out.

flings: clarisse can be quite passionate and has likely had a few flings with whoever has dared to flirt with her.

romantic connection: i am open to this but it will be based on chemistry.

[ichcrblood]

( jordan gonzalez +  twenty-five  +  he/him  )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet LUKE CASTELLAN ,  the child of HERMES .  they have been living in long island for seven years and are currently working as a head counselor. when someone describes them, they are often described as PROTECTIVE and VINDICTIVE. zeus believes he is responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?

basics.

full name: lucas castellan nicknames: luke age: 25 years old   gender: trans man pronouns: he/him orientation: pansexual godly parent: hermes powers: enhanced speed, strength, and durability, limited telekinesis, clauditiskinesis fatal flaw: wrath status: alive

BIO. (tw for mental illness, parentification trauma, death, corruption by a deity)

you've known you were going to die young your entire life. or at least as much of it as you can remember. your mother was never the same after her meeting with the oracle, her attempt to take its place a failure. words and diagnoses were thrown around as you got older, and all of them were wrong. this wasn't the sort of mental illness you get from nature or nurture or lack thereof. this was a divine madness, a power greater than your mother could handle tormenting her with visions of death, of your death. she never tells you what she sees, but when the vision overtakes her and she screams, begs for your life, demands for any god that will listen to stop it, well. you know you will not meet a quiet end.

you've known you were going to die young, so you feared it in the beginning. you were an overly cautious child, even as you grew older and began caring for your mother, no longer simply existing within the chaos but trying to alleviate it some for her. in her more lucid moments, she was never fine but she was...better. she'd be content with a small task or busy herself baking or just talking to you, telling you about your father. you never had the heart to tell her you didn't want to hear about him. if he was so great, if he cared so much, he wouldn't have abandoned her. he wouldn't have left you walking on eggshells trying to keep her safe, trying to avoid whatever calamity she foresaw that would take you away from her.

you've known you were going to die brutally, so when the thing attacks you, not like any creature you've ever seen before, you think this might be what she saw. you thought maybe it was your punishment, for leaving her. you'd left two years earlier, cleaned what you could and made sure the fridge was stocked before leaving a note promising to be back later, you wouldn't be gone long, don't wait up for you and make sure to eat something. you felt awful lying to her, but. but maybe if she saw the note, she wouldn't remember it had been there for days. maybe she would be content to just wait for you. maybe it would end horribly. maybe you didn't care either way. you'd sacrificed a childhood caring for her, you could not give up the rest of your life.

you've known you were going to die horrifically, so when you stare down the dragon ladon, you think perhaps this might be it. this could be what your mother saw. this whole quest was stupid, and you regretted pausing your studies to accept it. but it had been handed to you by hermes himself, and that part of you that was still the little kid who just wanted his dad had jumped at the chance. of course, this feat had been done before, which was annoying, but it was better than nothing. in the end, you get nothing. nothing but a scar on your face and a claw, not the golden apple you were tasked with.

you've known you were going to die spectacularly, so when the voice comes to you in your sleep, you take the jump. a war against the gods is one you could never win on your own, no matter how many fellow demigods you could ever rally to the cause. but the titans? kronos himself? now there's an idea. so you do what he asks. you take the bolt, and the helm, though so far no one's even noticed that one. it was entirely too easy. laughably simple. the gods think themselves so mighty, they never even fathom something like this could happen to them. it would almost be enough to make you giddy. when the gods fall, it'll be your name in the mix. you're not stupid enough to think you'll be telling this tale yourself.

you've known you were going to die. you intend to take the gods with you.

[ichcrblood]

( sean kaufman  +  twenty-one  +  they/them )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet EZRA YOSHIDA ,  the child of DIONYSUS .  they have been living in long island for three years and are currently studying forensic science. when someone describes them, they are often described as GREGARIOUS and IMPULSIVE. zeus believes they are responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?

BASICS.

full name: ezra yoshida nicknames: ez age: 21 years old   gender: nonbinary pronouns: they/them orientation: demiromantic bisexual godly parent: dionysus powers: enhanced speed, enhanced strength, chlorokinesis fatal flaw: avoidance status: alive

BIO.

(tw for mentions of substance abuse & emotional neglect)

some mothers weren't meant to have children, and you think yours is definitely one of them. oh sure, she takes care of you. she never lets you forget that. the roof over your head, the clothes on your back, the food in the kitchen, that's all her. she's also the wine in the cabinet and the door slamming in your face and the empty chair at your third grade play. she had better things to do that night. so you learn not to rely on her for anything more than the bare minimum. you grow up lonely. so you grow up loud. you're loud and disruptive, and you turn everything into something to be laughed at. the words on the page float and hurt your eyes, so you play up how much you just can't read. you learn when people laugh, it's almost like they like you.

so school is rough. you spend a lot of time in trouble, not that your mother ever notices. after school detention becomes essentially an extension of your week. and, really, you don't mind it. it gives you an extra hour or two out of the house. and by the time you're out, the buses are long gone, which means you have to walk to an actual bus stop, and those schedules never line up just right, so that means more time out of the house and-- so, yeah. it's not much of a punishment to be left to your own devices. you learn the bus schedules and you learn when the bakery around the corner puts out fresh batches and will let you snag a deal on the older stuff and you learn which bus drivers will feel bad for you when you forgot your card for, like, the millionth time.

you scrape by, just barely, and for your 18th birthday you get...dropped off. there's little to no explanation. your mom tells you to get in the car, and you do. the drive is eight hours long --twelve with traffic and stops for gas--, and it's probably the longest conversation the two of you have had in...probably ever? she comes clean, about all of it. she never wanted kids, which, duh. you knew that. but your mom has some weird old fashioned hang ups, hers or her own mother's you're not sure, so when she had you, well. she had you. so bare minimum it was. she's not good at being a mom, which, again, you knew. but it's almost cathartic to hear her admit it. she warns you, your dad isn't exactly great at being a dad, either. he'd contacted her, once, and you have a vague recollection of a voice on the other end of the phone, but not much else. anyway, he contacted her once, and that was it, really, so. don't expect anything great.

this only opened the door for more questions, and by the time the two of you get to long island you're pretty sure she's actually lost it and this is the part where the two of you move in with some cult or whatever. but she pulls up, and you blink at the sign, and...the letters change, and not like they usually do. you can read these ones. camp halfblood...college? college? this has to be a cult. but if it is, well. your mom only gets out to hand you a couple of bags --if she missed anything important just have someone contact her and she'll send it up, she says-- and awkwardly hug you --has she ever hugged you completely unprompted? you're not sure-- and with a take care of yourself in there she's gone.

and so this is your life now. a man meets you at the front gate, tired and looking like he'd rather be swimming in a volcano than talking to you, and he calls you by name and shows you to your cabin, and. and that's the whole claiming, you find out later. dionysus himself walks you to the cabin for his children and that's your dad and, honestly, you see what your mother meant. it's not all bad, though. you never had siblings growing up, never had real friends either, so this change is welcome. it's nice not being lonely.

[ichcrblood]

( sohan pague  +  twenty-three  +  they/he )  look who has entered camp halfblood college !  meet ANDRZEJ BLASZCZYKOWSKI ,  the child of THANATOS .  they have been living in long island for four years and are currently studying biology. when someone describes them, they are often described as DETERMINED and SELF DEPRECATING. zeus believes he/they are responsible for stealing the lightning bolt but is that something they are capable of doing?

BASICS.

full name: andrzej kazimierz blaszczykowski nicknames: andy, andrew this one isn't technically a nickname it's the anglicized version and they hate it A Lot age: 23 years old   gender: transmasc pronouns: they/he orientation: gay godly parent: thanatos powers: enhanced durability, invisibility, shadow travel, minor hypnokinesis, minor umbrakinesis fatal flaw: cowardice status: alive

BIO.

(tw for allusions to past dv/abuse, past bullying)

you're quiet. that's something a lot of people tend to notice. or, rather, a reason you go unnoticed. you don't mind it much, though. you're used to being on your own by now, and you prefer it, for the most part. there are worse options. you should know. you'll take people blinking in confusion when your name is mentioned over learning to make yourself small, hoping no one sees you're there, even if whatever words they have to fling at you are nothing compared to what you'll go home to. being invisible just feels...safer.

you're the youngest of three, by a wide margin. by the time you're starting school, your brother is almost out of high school entirely, and your sister is halfway through middle school. which is good news for them, because it means they're able to never be home, or find easier ways to duck out, to just not be in the way. you don't get the luxury. you're little, and you're clumsy, and you speak too loudly and play too obnoxiously and-- and, honestly, your father just doesn't like children. and he doesn't seem to like your mother, either. you don't think he likes anything.

you're still young when it starts happening, though. you still remember the first instance. you hadn't been trying to knock anything over. you hadn't been trying to make noise. but you turn and stumble back, and you knock into the end table, and when your arm flies out to catch yourself, the picture frame goes flying, and smacks into the wall. you freeze, terrified, knowing the scuff on the wall won't be waved away. but when your father comes in, angry, yelling, just knowing it was you, even as you stand, frozen, he-- he doesn't see you. he must not, because you're right out in the open, and he wouldn't pretend to not see you. but he doesn't react. anger morphs to confusion, and he picks up the frame himself, puts it back, muttering to himself about stupid kids and old houses and whatever else.

from there, it seems like you just stop being seen. people walk right past you, stumbling and confused when they bump into you, unable to parse out what just happened. as you get older, stranger things begin to happen. you mostly brush them off, however. the shadows stretching out too far are clearly just you misremembering, and there's plenty of reasons someone might suddenly be so tired. you are not the reason, because that's stupid. and impossible. you learn soon, though, that the realm of impossibility is not nearly as big as you once thought. you don't go to college right after high school. there's no money for it, and you never wanted all the fuss. you struggled in school, anyway, were glad to be rid of it.

but then you're at work, taking out the trash, and this-- this bird thing --you think it was a bird? you have no idea at the time-- attacks you, and this time while it seems to lose sight of you a couple of times, it doesn't leave you alone, and you'd be dead if not for serendipity. you think that's what it must be. from there, things spiral. talks of gods and halfbloods are-- they're ridiculous. impossible, even, because even if these things are real, they can't apply to you. you know your parents. they're not great, your mom too passive and your dad too easily agitated, but. but they're mortal. human. which makes you one too, right?

yeah, wrong. the truth comes out eventually, after the attacks keep happening. your mother cracks. she tells you the truth. your father isn't the man whose roof you've lived under your entire life, but a god. thanatos. which...alright, maybe you had to look him up. you could have cried laughing. of course. of course. if this absolutely insane story was going to be real, and your mom was being honest, of course you'd have the creepy death god for a father. the attacks were continuing, and it was putting everyone at risk. staying wasn't an option. you'd worried, though, leaving your mother along with your-- with her husband. but she'd all but pushed you out the door, shoving the money for a plane ticket into your hand and not letting you so much as protest.

so you leave, and you end up in new york, at this-- college? it was strange. you'd never let yourself think about college. as it is, the major you chose was mostly random. you're alright at science, so why not. your cabin isn't bustling like some of the others. but you've never minded it. you like it better this way, to be mostly left alone. you've grown more accustomed to being seen, but it's still comforting to just disappear when things are too much. and in time you've learned to hone other skills. shadow travel has to be your least favorite. you can't travel very far, and it makes you sick to your stomach. the sleepiness --hypnokinesis, you learn-- isn't something you can do much with, more a leftover from the closest of thanatos and hypnos. overall, you're not the most impressive. you don't mind it, though.