forum Camp Half-Blood (reboot) (all are welcome)

Started November 22, 2021 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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"hm so that's your name then? I think I'm gonna stick with cherry hair, but hey maybe one day I'll call you your name." He grinned at them, waiting for them to be finished getting dressed before continuing the conversation.
"Friends? Why of course! I would love to be friends you with Cherry hair." He genuinely smiled at Ashby.

They smiled, both at the nickname, and at their newfound friendship. "I uh… I like it." They mumbled "Well, uh, we should get heading to the mess hall" they continued, glancing at the clock on the wall of the infirmary "Oh! I think… we might be a little late. We should hurry" they began rushing off, waiting for Adin to follow.

Name: Azriel Dezerase
Age: sixteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Weapon(s): A light pink shield, the edges incrusted in purple and blue crystals.
Powers (if any): The power to charm speak
Appearance: Azriel is 5'11. He is skinny and lanky, the only small amount of muscles he possesses are on his upper arms, he has a slim waist and pale skin. He has slim defined features, a a thin nose, square yet soft jawline, strong defined brows, plump pink lips and a beauty mark on the left side of his face, right above his upper lip. He has wavy mid neck length fluffy black hair and almond shaped hazel eyes, which are heavily hooded and upturned at the ends due to his Asian decent.
Personality: Azriel is a social butterfly, though he can be defined as cold and rude when he encounters someone he doesn't like. Though Azriel thrives off sarcasm and humor as his main conversation tool, sometime he will stick to just kind words to do the job. He is seemingly confident and self loving, but is deep down self conscious and always anxious, from his anxiety disorder.
Short Backstory: Azriel was sent into the foster care system when he was five years old, after his father, his only living relative died in a car crash on the highway. He bounced from home to home for the span of eleven years before finally deciding to run away, the terror of the reality of what goes on terrifies him. He made his way to camp half blood from Georgia, where his current foster home was

Azriel stumbled into a tree, sitting atop a hill which looked like it shielded a strawberry farm, he bent down in exhaustion and took deep breaths, focusing on the ground. When he looked back up the strawberry farm was gone, and instead in its place, looked like a summer camp.

he looked around in a confused daze as if he were dreaming and read the sign aloud "Camp Half-Blood." He muttered to himself, then began to go into hysterical laughter. "What a freaking day." He muttered to himself quietly through laughs and grabbed his stomach, as it began to ache from the hysterical laughter shooting from his mouth.

(can I join with a tiny child?)

(Yes!)

Charon was waiting at the sign, safe behind the barrier, waiting for their new addition. He had heard whispers that a new camper would be joining them today, gods hinting at a child. Who his parents was, remained to be seen, but Charon knew it would take long until he was claimed.
"Welcome, child, I am Charon. I oversee Camp Half-Blood. What is your name, demigod?" Charon would allow his cabin to give him the crash course if he was claimed soon. If not, he would be passed to the Hermes cabin until such happened.

Azriel looked up at Chiron and smiled a devilish smile, his trademark smile; really. Honestly, how weird could this hallucination get? A half horse, half man? I mean come on! You have one wild imagination. He thought to himself, then stuck his hand out, his lips giving a goofy grin.

"I didn't know I was a demigod." He said truthfully wow! And you're a demigod! This dream hallucination couldn't get better! He thought and his smile grew even bigger than before. "But i'm Azriel, Azriel Dezerase. Nice to meet you Chiron, may I please be showed to the bathroom? I really, really, really have to pee, I've been holding it the entire time it took to get here." He said with a slightly embarrassed, sheepish grin. He did actually have to pee, but he also needed some privacy so he could figure out if this was a hallucination or not, and also admittingly, not have a panic attack.

(*Chiron?)

(lol I put Chiron—)

Name: Ava North
Age: 9
Gender: Female
Sexuality: straight
Godly Parent: Oizys (the goddess of misery, anxiety, grief, and depression)
Weapon(s): Three small daggers with black hilts and small blood stains on the blade.
Powers: When Ava is in tears or extremely depressed, she has higher endurance, strength, pain resistance, and can shadow-travel briefly.
Appearance: Ava is 4'2", she is skinny, has a slim waist and olive skin. She has straight shiny coper hair and black eyes.
Personality: Ava is a complete cinnamon roll, but has no moral compass. Being the child of Oizys, Ava has intense anxiety and is continuously apologising, and she finds it almost impossible to sleep. If you are to gain her trust, she will be loyal to you intel death. But betray her and you will find a literal knife stabbed in you back.
Short Backstory: Ava's dad died before her birth, so she has been living in different foster homes until about two months ago when she had a panic attack and accidentally shadow traveled out of a trailer when her and her foster family were on a camping trip. She has been hiding on the beach just East of Camp Half Blood.

"Well I happened to see you walking in and over to a table and you didn't exactly look or seem happy, so I wanted to just check in and see if you were okay, and hey if I could make a new friend in the making why not give it a shot. Well, that is if you want to be friends," he put a hand on his neck with a slight chuckle.
"I don't want you to feel forced into anything." He shook off a weird feeling in the back of his Brain.

Well, shoot. Someone who actually came up to her, concerned for her well being, and wanted to be friends? This guy was a rare jewel to Dove, and how timely. But she wasn’t comfortable enough to tell him everything, of course. As of now, he was still a stranger.
“Well, thanks for your concern,” she said sincerely. “And I’ll be okay… eventually. I don’t mind being friends, either.”
She rubbed her arm, then reached over and took another bite of her grilled cheese.

He smiled at her as she talked, he couldn't care less about what others were saying about him talking to someone from the Hermes cabin, so he just stayed there though occasionally he would cast a glance over at Amelia, he didn't want to rush this interaction bc he wanted to prove he was sincere…but he also didn't want Amelia alone and he warned to spend more time with her.
He looked back at Dove, "Well then, I would love to be friends with you as well. I'm glad you'll be okay but hey I know we're unfamiliar but I still am always an open shoulder. I don't mind listening to whatever, whenever your comfortable with doing so." He smiled at her, "I should probably go…I don't want to take up too much of your time and overstay my welcome."

Azriel looked up at Chiron and smiled a devilish smile, his trademark smile; really. Honestly, how weird could this hallucination get? A half horse, half man? I mean come on! You have one wild imagination. He thought to himself, then stuck his hand out, his lips giving a goofy grin.

"I didn't know I was a demigod." He said truthfully wow! And you're a demigod! This dream hallucination couldn't get better! He thought and his smile grew even bigger than before. "But i'm Azriel, Azriel Dezerase. Nice to meet you Chiron, may I please be showed to the bathroom? I really, really, really have to pee, I've been holding it the entire time it took to get here." He said with a slightly embarrassed, sheepish grin. He did actually have to pee, but he also needed some privacy so he could figure out if this was a hallucination or not, and also admittingly, not have a panic attack.

Charon nodded. "Follow me Azriel." He showed the young boy to the big house, the nearest available bathroom. He was strange boy. Normally children were terrified, confused, or in denial. But this boy seemed to take in stride. Curious indeed. He was interested to see what great things this boy would do. Charon believed he would thrive at camp, if he was this accepting.

you like it?" He leaned forward a little as they spoke to hear them better. "Well then I'm glad that you like it." He grinned slightly as he moved to walk with them towards the exit, "Ah shoot, you might be right." He muttered as he began rushing along with them but not looking all that concerned about it.

Amelia ate small bites, occasionally interacting with her other cabin mates. She tried to keep herself from glancing at Wynn but she couldn't help herself. They trailed to him everyone in a while. She hoped her cabin mates wouldn't notice. She didn't want them teasing her, or worse, going after Wynn. Which they could. Aphrodite children didn't usually associate themselves with the Hephaetus kids. They were messy and loud. And yet somehow she became friends with him anyways.

Azriel went into the Big House, locking himself in a stall to pee. Where he slid against the stall and kept going until his behind touched the ground, he brought his knees up in a protective gesture and sighed into his knees. "God… if you're there, please let my hallucination be real, this is freaking awesome." He whispered, then stood up slowly, his jeans rubbing together and making a sque sque sque sound.

He then peed, flushing the toilet and opening the stall and going to the sinks, where he pulled up the sleeves of his tattered brown jacket and put soap onto his hands, turning on the water he rubbed his hand together thoroughly, looking into the mirror above the sink he saw his reflection. He looked pale and sickly, a scratch ran from his forehead to underneath his eye, from climbing through the brush on the way here. His cheeks showed no sign of color, his lips were cracked and severely chapped, and underneath his eyes supported dark purple half circles. This what I'm going to look like when I die. He thought as he dried his hands and then walked out of the Big House, to where Chiron was standing and looked up at him "okay, I suppose we can continue now" Azriel said to the centaur politely, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets.