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(STALKER!!! *pointing accusingly at Nico Di Angelo*)

Sparrow looked around at the massive camp, standing there like an idiot. "This is a summer camp?!" He heard Alyssa, but kept acknowledging the large place they were suppose to call ''home''. He didn't really think he cold ever get used to this. "It's not a summer camp. It is a place for demigods," Macy corrected calmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a quick boy with the palest skin he'd ever seen and dark hair. The boy's eyes were a bit hostile and icy, and he moved along stealthily as if he didn't want anyone to see him. His gaze followed the strange boy until he disappeared into a cabin made of smooth obsidian. Sparrow turned back to Alyssa, who was mimicking behind the satyr's back. Macy was giving some kind of speech about demigods and their godly parent, or something. Even if Sparrow tried to listen, he knew it'd flunk since he was never the ''always-listens-to-teacher'' type. Maybe it was his ADHD or something (even if Macy called it the ''urge for battle'').

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Name: Wendy Hardrock
Gender: female
Age: 13 and a half.
Appearance:
Deep blue eyes, always where's her grey hoodie, over her camp half-blood shirt.

Personality: Smart, funny, speedy, skilled, Wise.
Godly Parent: Athena
History (Before Camp Half-Blood, when arrived, quests, etc.): She was brought to camp-halfblood as a baby.
Primary Weapon: Very skilled on a Bow and around.
Secondary Weapon: does well with a Sythe
Other: She has a pet snowy owl named Bruno.

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(Accepted! I'm going to post after school and all that.)

Name: Lydia Setory
Gender: Female
Age: 15, nearly 16

Personality: Intelligent and speedy. A green thumb and likes animals, and the outdoors. She's also claustrophobic. Brave and adventurous as well.
Godly Parent: Demeter
History (Before Camp Half-Blood, when arrived, quests, etc.): She was with her father most of the time, she arrived last year and got used to it and made some friends. She has not gotten any quests and has always been asking for a chance to go on a quest.
Primary Weapon: Crossbow
Secondary Weapon: Dagger
Other: *

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(Accepted! You guys go ahead and post, it's a busy day today with a last-minute project I'm doing. Oh, and is Omnia still going to post?)

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(OOC: I would post, but Percy and Annabeth are kinda stuck without a post from Omnia. If she doesn't post soon, her character will be in a coma the whole time because...er...'cause I can do that. And Nico... Unless anyone wants to talk to him, which is unlikely, [no offense, Nico] nothing's really going to happen with him, ya know? I could keep going on about how no character is needed right now, but you get the point. With a stuck Percy and Annabeth, everyone's stuck. And someone random posted waffles everywhere so... Good the RP's getting attention...?)

(... I forgot what happens next, since Percy was put into healthcare when he first came...)

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(Hm... What about when Nico came? Or Jason from Heroes of Olympus?)

[Damn sorry, been so busy *flails* will edit this post and stuff for the RP]

Callie blinked. She was awake, lying on a bed in the infirmary. With an extra pounding headache to go with her confusion. She groaned, and attempted to sit up. Key word: attempted. She failed rather epically as a child of Apollo rushed over to her and began checking if there was anything wrong.

"I'm fine," She swatted his hands away. "Probably heat stroke or something."

The Apollo demigod nodded uncertainly and gave her a piece of ambrosia. After Callie had gobbled it up, he spoke. "Annabeth was worried about you, by the way. Said you passed out in her cabin."

Callie froze for a moment before hastily replying. "Eh, haven't been getting much sleep the past few days. And I woke up pretty early today. It's probably that," She replied in a casual manner.

The boy nodded uncertainly at her before walking off to attend to another patient. Callie eased herself to her feet, and steadily walked out of the Big House. She almost immediately spotted Annabeth and Percy.

"Oh, hey," Callie greeted, clambering down the steps of the Big House. "Anything big happen while I was conveniently passed out?"

Callie inwardly cringed at her joking attempt. Her thoughts were mostly occupied with that little dream vision she had had while asleep. It answered a lot of questions she had...but not all. There was still that stupid curse Circe put on her.

"Some things were never meant to be known," A tiny voice whispered in her head darkly.

[Awwwie, so short D: x.x Not much to rp about.]

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(OOC: This'll be mostly Percy, with a bit of Nico. Short, but sweet. The Nico part is mostly there for the LOLs, because what are Uncle Rick's books without humor? Let's take a moment to remember Rick's writing with one of my favorite bits:
“Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB!”-The House of Hades)

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Percy

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Percy's face perfectly communicated his relief. "Annabeth and I were just talking about..." he began. Annabeth punched his arm. "Something," he finished.

Percy had revealed his nightmares to Annabeth, and just talking to her made him feel so much better. Coincidentally, (Or, most likely, not coincidentally.) she had nightmares very similar. Basically the only difference was the chicken-person being different.

"Then we kissed, and if you're sad about missing that, we would happily do it again for you," joked Percy, who then put his arm around Annabeth. Annabeth smiled. "I'm glad to see you alright, Callie," she said. She flashed a look at Callie. Anyone who knew Annabeth would be able to translate the look on her face as "tell me all you know, and I'll be able to tell if you lie". Percy knew that Annabeth was really the only person who deserved to know why Callie had passed out in the Athena cabin, but he really was curious. When he asked about what happened, even Annabeth didn't tell him everything, and she never did that before, as long as Percy had known her. The nightmares had changed the both of them, and he didn't like it one bit.

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Nico

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Nico found himself forced to clean up the never-ending My Little Pony merchandise that littered his cabin. It was as if the Stoll brothers knew he was coming. He looked out the window, only to see Percy with his arm wrapped around Annabeth. It made him feel odd to see it, and as his brain kept telling him 'You're jealous!', it just made him more annoyed. "I'm not jealous, I'm wierd!" he raged out loud. He glanced around in the hope that no one heard, and swore on the River Styx that he would get his revenge on the Stolls.

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(OOC: That's actually a reference, but it fit so well here. Guess where I got the "I'm not jealous, I'm wierd!" from?)

(OOC: I know this is random, but I love RPing depression/jealousy/anger. Now that I think about it, I'd be perfect RPing Ron in a Harry Potter RP. He definitely has enough of the last 2. And it's probably also why I like sad fanfics. Like that one where Annabeth died and Percy was basically broken in a sense...)

[Sadly can't do those kinds of RPing. I'm kind of over-emotional and not exactly mentally stable, so yeah. Those types kind of depress me deeply and it takes a few hours for me to snap out of it xD]

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Name:Death(not the real one though)
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:a pale boy with a black hood and cloak, usually wears hood. has red eyes and black hair.
Personality:Imma make it up as we go.
Magic Specialties:Illusional death(makes the enemies think they are dead when their not) He can summon skeleton warriors(you said this was a cross-over right?) he can blind an enemy temporarily, he can fire 'shadow balls', he can turn himself into a ghost.
Magical Items:A wand that is both a scythe and a wand.
Nome:Doesnt live in one. Path of the Gods, or not?(If so, which?):Osiris
History:Chased by greek monsters since he was 3. Saw his parents die when he was 3.
Other: A Nomadish kind off person.

[Pfft I suppose some time has passed since then... Auto time-skips are so convenient.]

Alyssa lay stomach-flat in the Hermes Cabin, playing truth or dare with Sparrow. He was going easy on her, though, she could tell. And for some strange reason all he'd do was choose dare. She sighed, her light-ish brown hair flopping lazily in her face. "Truth or dare?" Sparrow asked, his finger scratching at a chipped off wood piece from the floor. "Hmm... Truth?" She replied, but it was more of a question. "Who do you think your godly parent is going to be?" Sparrow asked, randomly throwing out a question. She had crossed out Athena somewhat earlier ago, since she was pretty bad at math of such.

Hecate was for fantasy-lovers, and she'd only actually listened to those Realistic Fiction stories her dad had told her (which she found a bit strange, since she now lived in a place inhabited by people who are the offspring of Greek gods. The Greek Gods could make someone into a spider by snapping their hands.) she wasn't all that ''magical''. There was Artemis, who was/is forever alone--no chance in that--, and Demeter. Demeter was the god of cereal, her least favorite breakfast meal. Aphrodite, the goddess of over-priced high-heels that left blisters on her feet... "I dunno," She sighed after a moment of naming goddesses. "Who do you wish you'd had, then?" Sparrow said quickly.

"Sparrow, these people are judging us by our heritage." Was her answer. "Truth or Dare?" She grumbled, flipping to her back. "Dare." Sparrow said, almost immediately. "I dare you to squirt a drop of lemon juice in your left eye," Alyssa chirped, handing him a half lemon she'd found while travelling with Macy. "How about later?..." He groaned, pushing away the lemon. "No ''later'' policy in Truth or Dare. Stay still while I do something to you, if you want to ''later'' it." Alyssa's mouth curved into a smirk. Sparrow opened him mouth in protest, but shut it quickly and froze; he knew Alyssa well enough. She dug into her backpack, and pulled out a short silvery tube. She popped open the cap, to reveal a stub of glittery red lipstick. "Where'd you get that...?" Sparrow asked.

"Oh, stole it off the ground." Alyssa replied quickly. She hefted to her knees and crawled over to Sparrow, slathering the lipstick over his lips. She did a terrible job with it, though. He eyes showed a clear message: 'I'm going to get you for this'. She just smiled and crawled back to the stolen makeup supply, and dug through it. "Dang, nothing left." She grumbled aloud, and her eyes flitted to Sparrow's smirk. She zipped open the backpack once more, and pulled out a blue sharpie. She crawled over to Sparrow once more, and held his chin tight with her free hand. She circled the blue sharpie around his eyes, like a large ring of eyeliner.

I'm so bad with makeup, she thought with astonishment, and leaned back to see what he looked like. "Now don't you look just dear," She mused, imitating her former elderly neighbor. "I'm so going to get you for this," Sparrow growled, scrambling to his feet. He chased after her, and she leaped out of the Hermes' Cabin, with Sparrow following her. Her hand slapped across his cheek hard, and she gave his back a push that sent him to the ground. Alyssa ran back into the Hermes Cabin, and slammed to door shut. She leaned against it just in case Sparrow tried to come back. Wonder how the rest of them will react, she thought.

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(Endy is accepted.)

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(yay!)
Name:Bolt
Gender:Male
Age:21
Appearance:A boy with a bronze greek helmet, a yellow robe. He has one robotic arm.
Personality:INSANE
Godly Parent:Zeus
History (Before Camp Half-Blood, when arrived, quests, etc.):Same as Death
Primary Weapon:Double edged Spear.
Secondary Weapon:Dart
Other:Travels with Death(Mostly) He also once took lessons from a hephastus child.
(K so Im gonna try to make Bolt really funny and..sort of weird)

(Accepted. Thinking of adding a password.)

(XD Password: ILIKEPOOPPLZEATMEIMTASTYASHEEECCCKKK)

(Added password.)

Name: Chance James Ayma
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Child of: Ares
WOC: Sword and shield
Personality: Chance is all brute force and extremely loud. There's a catch though he is super lazy, but will take up any challenge. He's the guy who will make a prideful speech while wooing all the girls and then fall down the steps in his grand finale moment. Never taken seriously, but is tender spirited to those small few who allow him to be. Sort of the big angry teddy bear of the group.
Description: He is broad in build, with large muscles that are normally covered by a tight, long sleeve black shirt... or the lack of a shirt. His hair is a pale brown with flecks of blond, and his eyes are a chocolate brown color. It make him have adorable puppy eyes. He wears a pair of all-star converse on his feet, and normally wears a pair of gray sweatpants. Though sometimes he will come out in bright vibrant skinny jeans. He stands at the rather tall 6'5" and weighs 146 lbs.
History: Chance grew up not knowing either of his parents. His mother had grown very ill by the time he was three years old, and he had been adopted by his grandparents. Grandpappy had been a veteran of Vietnam War, and told him exaggerated stories of the war. What he didn't know was that his grandfather was also his half-brother from his father's side, but Roman. Chance's father is the Great Ares. It wasn't until Chance had turned 12 that his Grandpappy noticed Chance's demi-god traits. Believing that Chance was the son of Mars he took Chance to Camp-Jupiter to live, but alas that was not the case. With great confusion his Grandpappy began to send him to Camp Half-Blood each summer and during the school year he lived at Camp Jupiter. Chance liked both places, but he never was fully accepted at Camp Jupiter because of his Greek ways. When Chance turned 16 his Grandpappy began to get very ill and he asked Chance to live at Camp Half-Blood full-time. Now a year later Chance has been the brute klutz of the Greek camp.

Stayin' Alive (also sorry for the forum being diff this is a character I've made before and the forum was different)

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