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Post by Taya on Oct 23, 2011 21:59:28 GMT
Welcome to Camp Half-Blood
OOC: This RP takes place in the Percy Jackson books. Actually, it takes place before the books. I was thinking the mid 1980's. You do not have to have read the books to be apart of this, which is why I set it before the books. You just have to like Greek mythology. The only restriction to stay in cannon is you cannot be a child of one of the Big Three, Hera, Hestia or Artemis. There will be minimal spoilers.
Background info: Camp Half-blood - a summer or year round camp for demi-gods, children of Greek gods, and the only safe place for them. It is magically protected from regular mortals and monsters. Located in a valley in New York.
Demi-gods - children of a Greek god and a mortal. Monsters find them through their scent. Dyslexic and ADHD. Can read ancient Greek.
Chiron- a centaur who trains demi-gods to be heroes, has a magical wheelchair that his horse half can fit into to appear as a normal man.
Mr. D - the camp director
The Big Three - Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades
The 12 Cabins - divide by godly parent, unclaimed demi-gods stay in cabin 11, Hermes cabin.
Mist - changes what mortals see
Satyrs- half man, half goat, search and bring demi-gods to camp
Celestial Broze- only weapons from this can hurt gods and monsters. This can also hurt demi-gods. Has no effect on mortals.
Oracle- hippie mummy in the attic of the big house on camp, gives prophecies for questing heroes. I think that is everything you need to know. You can play a demi-god, a mortal, a satyr, a nature spirit, a god, a monster, whatever.
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IC: Mia breathed in the early morning camp air, happy to escape the crowded bunks of Cabin 11. The Hermes kids were nice enough, if you kept your valuables hidden and kept your eyes open for pranks, but Mia just wished she would be claimed already. This would be her third summer at camp and she still didn't know who her godly parent was. She had theories of course, but those didn't help her at all. Mia didn't even know if her godly parent was her mother or father. Being shuffled around to various foster homes didn't do any good. Though she had been with the same family for the past two years now, which was nice, until the monster attack last week. After she had saved them, her foster parents drove dumped her at camp and told her not to come back. It looked like she would be here year round now.
With a shake of her head, Mia began her morning routine. She always liked to go for a jog around the camp, making certain to avoid the monster filled forest, before most of the campers were up and moving. It was always good to be faster than the monsters that were chasing you.
This June morning was a bit cooler, so Mia wore a sweater over her redesigned orange camp shirt and sweatpants. She would make sure to change before breakfast and the heat of the day kicked in. As she ran, she hummed a Michael Jackson song to herself.
An hour later, Mia was dressed in denim shorts with neon stars on the hem and her cut up camp shirt with her multi-colored hair pulled into a side pony with a bright orange scrunchie. She made her way to the Pavilion for breakfast. Pushing a few strips of bacon in to the fire as an offering to the gods, Mia silently added, like she did at every meal,
'Father, Mother, please claim me.'
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Post by skati on Nov 15, 2011 16:54:31 GMT
Abigail sighed as she stared at the pieces of paper that lay in front of her. "Not even a simple twitch," she griped. Oh, how her mother would scoff at her lack of ability. You are an embarrassment, her mind, mimicking her mother's tone (well, what it may be). Abigail tended to do this after every failed attempt at magic.
The paper before her was supposed to swirl around in a dance of sorts, yet it lay flat. Each piece had the same symbol on it, a crooked looking wing of sorts. Mentally, Abigail thanked herself for choosing to do this in a secluded part of the Pavilion. It didn't take long to realize it wasn't a good idea to attempt what you can't do with a crowd, especially when some of the meaner campers were around.
"Let's try this again," Abigail muttered. She held an onyx stone, also covered with this weird winged symbol, over the paper and closed her eyes. "Rise," she whispered. "Rise."
The papers shimmered a bit. Abigail opened her eyes slowly . A smile touched her lips as the papers lifted ever so slightly off of the table...only to fall once again. With another exasperated sigh, Abigail slouched in her chair. "So much for being the daughter of the great Hecate." The girl silently hoped none of the campers noticed her latest failure.
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Post by Taya on Dec 4, 2011 0:14:33 GMT
Mia was on her way back to the Hermes table when she saw her cabin mate in the corner of the Pavilion. She also saw that the Ares kids were starting to take notice as well. Quickly, but without drawing attention, Mia went over to the frustrated daughter of Hecate.
"hey, Abs, time for breakfast. You always do better after you eat anyway." Mia said. "let's join the others" Though she had to wonder if it was worse to know who your parents were and still be the Hermes cabin or to never be claimed. The children of the minor gods and goddesses ended up in Cabin 11 because there were only 12 cabins, one for each Olympian.
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Post by skati on Feb 26, 2012 23:03:46 GMT
Abigail gave a soft, sad smile. With a quick nod, she gathered up her materials. She didn't notice, or rather she pretended not to, the looks among the Ares kids. Some were smirking at her. They thought they were so cool, the lot of them, cause their father was the personification of war.
Maybe some food well help. It couldn't hurt to try again afterward...but then, how many times has she told herself that before? Abigail shook her head. Don't dwell on that, she thought to herself. Dwelling on it would only bring the tears.
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