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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: CAPTURE THE FLAG 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: open to chat about how they fight or win/lose but for now lets clang swords @ichcrblood

    “So I get to see if I’m worth anything as a teacher.” Elliot greeted the son of Dionysus with a stern look, even if you could hear a smile in his tone. Behind the older camper, a few yards back, was his team’s flag along with twisted vines and brambles that gathered like a hedge around the base. 

    “Come now Mx Yoshida, I’m keen to see if you have taken anything I’ve said to heart.'' With his words being the last he’d offer Ezra, next was his golden harpe twirling through the air, settling into a defensive stance just goading the young man to strike first.

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Dinning Pavilion 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Good ole fashion shit talking @dcmigds

Elliot’s eyes were locked on the son of Aphrodite not just for his beauty but for the cocky game they both were spitting and sharing, “No way, you guys are going down. Red team is stacked this season, I mean we have plenty of heavy hitters on our side.”

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Grove of Dodona 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Sacred trees, peace a quite, and past being brought up @thrustfists

  There is a silence in things that are held as sacred. A gravitas surrounds the thought, its title, and standing here as tall as the oak trees around them was that trust. For the son of Demeter, this grove was a second home for him; his sollace from the bustling energies of camp. Among the trees there was no glory being betted on, nor chatters of satyrs and half bloods drowning the air

                  —no here…here is where the son of Demeter could breathe.

    Although he wasn't alone. Walking among the trickling light that dappled his face Elliot turned to Sammy who was walking some ways with him, “Excited about the cabin pairings this year?” asking candidly even if his voice seemed sheepish, “I was kind of hoping to be on opposite sides. Wanted to give you a run for your money.”

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Armory 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Doing chores after the arena @ichcrblood

The shed door was met with weight, as Elliot’s shoulder pressed through the entrance of the armory. “I’m really loving the capture the flag line up this season.” his voice trails back to Luke as Elliot moves to stack up a few borrowed spears, “With your swordsmanship and hopefully Ace’s leadership, we’ll have this one in the bag.”

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The grateful sigh that Elliot exhaled pulled the stress from his face, as color and cheer filled his cheeks again. “Gods know this will be a messy game for sure.” joining Ace, “I’m just thanking Tyche herself that you ended up on my team this go around. “ The son of Demeter was confident in his skills but was never arrogant enough to think he held his ground with children of the big three; especially Ace. Before taking his training seriously, Elliot witnessed a storm conjured once by a younger son of Zeus that stirred more than just jealousy in him. “—If we play our cards right they’ll bicker over themselves so bad that we can just swoop in at take the flag while they are measuring dicks”

open event starter

setting: after the team announcements

Ace hadn't been a part in choosing leaders, that much was obvious. He'd snorted at the team leaders, "Hades and Poseidon." He wasn't actually planning on being a full competitor, that wasn't his role anymore. But he and his siblings were supposed to follow one of Hades kids. "Who picked this? Shouldn't we know better by now to put anyone of us against each other as leaders?" and his sisters were right there, natural leaders.

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The Daddy comment lent a blush to briefly linger around Elliot’s ears before expelling the thought like steam from a kettle. “Compliment aside, just doing Cabin Four’s part here among the camp. So don’t hesitate to ask for more if you need it.” he replied, somehow piecing together a uptight smile that held equal measure of embarrassment and uncertainty

   Again the son of Demeter found himself in a situation where he was wanted but he hadn’t the clue as to why. “Creations? I think any kind of modeling is off the table for me, I’ve never been best when being watched.” or ogled, though that second part stayed sealed behind his tongue. 

˙ ˖ ✶ Elliot

Many had always pondered the idea if maybe Hecate had claimed a child by mistake, and Ducky actually happened to be a child of Aphrodite. His demeanor, love of beauty, and constant flirting sometimes lent to that belief, but the son of magic was just gifted with charm.

"Bulkier? Well you caught me, I might've given you a bit more than the asking price because I'm a sucker for a cute guy with a nice smile, daddy...I mean Elliot," Ducky teased as he shot the man a wink.

"Either way, I'm just waiting for the day you'll let me use you as one of my models for my many creations."

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Arena, early morning 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Strained conversations turning into ?

The morning light had barely blended from blue to orange as the sun’s rays crawled over the horizon and painted the columns of the arena. Powdery blue shadows began being choked out by the orange hues that grew as the light climbed higher into view. Mornings like this were a treat for the son of Demeter, a calm to center himself before the chaos of his home surely nagging at him. 

    —Yet his calm was left with a kink; a ripple in the design of his plans. Across the open dirt of the arena another figure stood laced in morning light. Shadow from the tall columns linger around him as the edges of his frame were traced in in tawny light that drew you to his blonde hair. 

          “Sammy…damn it.” Elliot cursed beneath his breath, as memories of lips against his neck crawled up his throat like ants. Of course the one person he really didn’t want to force pleasantries with would be the only soul here at this hour; but why?

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Campfire 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Smores and chats

    As a few less than discreet campers sit down with their prepared smores, eyes glazed, their orange camp shirts reeking of skunk, causing Elliot to release a slight chuckle before craning over to to Willow—

    “God they could have at least tried to hide the fact. Who do you think was the one that convinced them all to show up blasted? My vote is on the daughter of Hermes among them.” 

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Hecate cabin if permitted or Demeter Greenhouse 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Exchanging supplies and a chat

    Two linen bags filled of several pounds of dried herbs and flowers sat atop of the counter whilst Elliot read out the list in his hands, “Feverfew, pressed marigolds, dried mandrake roots, both rowan and poplar barks, and a few of the your usuals too in this batch.” 

   With the order repeated all that was left for the son of Demeter was to gather his drachmas and depart, however Ducky Dustin always with his inviting grin and bubbling laughter would ensnare him; stopping time with a joke and silly banter. Part of Elliot was expecting them to get lost in small talk—

     “This orders seems a bit bulkier than normal. Any reason for the extra potion ingredients?”

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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Deep in the woods 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Training session during Wilderness Survival class

   “Again!” Elliot barked out from above Ezra. 

   From below knotted piles of roots and vines mingled like abstract strokes of plant life that littered the forest floor before them. “Ezra, we’ve spoken about this.” he takes steps down to where his peer stood, frustration brewing—

     “Your ability of chlorokinesis and your innate skill with vines needs to be improved upon. Grapes and strawberries are one thing but if you are ever away from this camp on a mission or blessed with a quest, you’ll need to bend more than you can now to survive in harsher forests." Wilderness survival paired practicality of living off the grid and where to travel among the wilds when you are questing, but it also helped train those who’s gift innately aligned with nature. Mr. Yoshida in this case was one of those students. 

     “Among this difficult terrain seconds could mean you losing a fight or escaping with your life. Shall we try and clear out a pathway?”

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 Anger seethed from Hayden’s lips like sparks flying off white hot metal. The heat of his words rivaled the walls that flickered in place as Elliot approached from around the corner. “Mr. D has always been inclined to get others to do his bidding.” he spoke up, gentle but firm, as his next steps were taken cautiously. “Gods love letting us do the things they quite don’t want to do.”

    There was little disdain that hummed in Elliot’s words, more like the pang of the reality they lived in. Though not to bog down on the truth, the son of Demeter shifted the tone as best as he could. 

     “Though come now Hayden, isn’t it a bit early to be having one of your outbursts? Even if I do find some enjoyment watching you have them.” peppering in a friendly tease; an olive branch of sorts to ease the other.

“Whoever willingly comes into the forge is an idiot.” Hayden glared at the fire lined walls. “And next time Dionysus needs one of my siblings he can get them himself.” He almost shouted that towards the door, hoping he’d hear.

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 The quiet of the night hung over them like draped silk, allowing the son of Aphrodite’s euphonic voice to be received with ease. Like nectar, a nip of Acelin’s words felt heady and saccharine that one could barely taste the venom that hid beneath that silver tongue. When his first greetings spoke of remedies, Elliot cocked his head back—

        “Yes; valerian, magnolia bark, or california poppy” 

   Eight words. Swift and exact, was enough for Elliot to nurse the coldness in the air and reserve it between them. 

     “You know better than for me to believe that but it’s no secret…I suppose I can’t find sleep ever since the announcement of the bolt.”   he held on to his straight lipped expression as Elliot faces Acelin.

OPEN TO: everyone ! LOCATION: near strawberry fields, around midnight

"There's plenty remedies for insomnia around here, you know." His voice carries over the quiet of the night softly, and the eeriness is taken over by a velvet touch. It's almost comforting, but it doesn't belong to an evening like this that's cold and the dew mistakes every person for another blade of grass. "There's a couple of things even our magic can't resolve," Acelin insisted. He's hoping they're plagued with the same uneasiness he is, praying that he can forget his own woes by helping someone else out of them— and have the night to himself again. "So what is it? I won't tell."

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( 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. 

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   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.

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𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ↳𝘚𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳

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.

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