0
followers
follow

McKenna Kovačević

the cynic.

0 · 1,139 views · located in Camp Athens

a character in “Camp Athens II”, as played by Korruption

Description

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ć
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx п л а м е н xx f l a m e xx / f l ā m / x





"Incapable of being a blacksmith, you blame the metal."
- khmer proverb




Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
Image
n i c k n a m e s x // x kenna (close friends only)

a g e x // xfifteen

g e n d e r x // xcisfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xdemisexual

o r i g i n x // xkragujevac, serbia

s p e c i e s x // xdemigod

p a r e n t a g e x // xhephaestus






Image
Image
ImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

Л Е П


h e i g h t x // x5'0" (152 cm)

w e i g h t x // x101.5 lb (46 kg)

h a i r x // xMcKenna's hair is generally somewhere between straight and wavy. She prefers to keep her hair down, although she will tie it up into a ponytail without any resistance if her locks would hinder her otherwise. Depending on how much sun her hair gets, McKenna's hair can range from pale platinum blonde to a strong brassy gold.

e y e s x // xMcKenna's eyes are a bright, vibrant blue, occasionally enhanced by eye makeup.

o d d i t i e s x // xAside from her generic ear piercings (McKenna prefers to make her own earrings), McKenna has a few scars, the majority of them being scars from her tools on her hands and forearms. On a less physical note, McKenna is trilingual (not including Greek), speaking Serbian (native), Yugoslav Sign Language (fluent), and English (fluent). Her English is slightly accented, enough that people can tell she's not a native speaker, but not so much that most people would be able to tell that she's Serbian.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xUnlike many would assume, McKenna isn't bothered by her being so... vertically challenged. Regardless of her slim and petite build, McKenna actually is quite strong, despite not appearing so to any normal passerby (she has abs though - kudos to her). McKenna would have perhaps a delicate demeanor to her if it wasn't for her calloused hands and scars across her arms, signifying a daughter of Hephaestus.

Despite being rather knowledgable, McKenna is absolutely oblivious in the world of fashion. She usually wears worn-down and faded t-shirts, sweatshirts, jeans, boots, etc. McKenna's style can change at times, but only for convenience, not for appearance.




Image
Image Image
Image
Image Image
Image
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

Т Е М П Е Р А М Е Н Т
xxxxxxxxxxxxx a b i l i t y xx \ ə - ˈ b i - l ə - t ē \ x


f i r e / h e a t x m a n i p u l a t i o nx // x McKenna is rather proficient in this ability of hers. She's a hardcore Hephaestus kid, and works with fire a lot (admittedly because it captivated her like it would to a curious child). She can heat varieties of materials up, and cool them down to their original temperature. However, McKenna can't lower the temperatures of things to anything lower than it was originally. McKenna can also manipulate fire.

f i r e / h e a t x i m m u n i t yx // x Basically, McKenna could walk through a wildfire and come out unscathed.

h e i g h t e n e d x i n t e l l i g e n c e x // x It's not just natural smarts, McKenna's intelligence is heightened because she's a daughter of Hephaestus. She has higher level intellect than most demigods.



С Н А Г А
xxxxxxxxxxxxx s t r e n g t h xx \ ˈ s t r e ŋ ( k ) t h \ x


a l l - a r o u n d x k n o w l e d g ex // x McKenna generally knows a lot in quite a few areas. Of course, she might have more knowledge in areas like weaponry, etc., but McKenna knows a lot of facts and how to apply them in her life.

m a s t e r x i n v e n t o r / e n g i n e e r x // x Although McKenna isn't horrible in combat, she's still pretty average, and tends to rely on her engineering intellect to win her battles. She's a blacksmith, engineer, and inventor all wrapped into one.

s t r e n g t h x // x Physical strength, mental strength, emotional strength, it's all McKenna's forte.



С Л А Б О С Т
xxxxxxxxxxxxx w e a k n e s s xx \ ˈ w ē k - n ə s \ x


v i n d i c t i v e x // x McKenna's generally quite sensible, and doesn't act wildly on her emotions, but her trust is hard to earn. If you wrong her in any way, like her father, McKenna will try to seek revenge and won't let you get away with it.

c h a r m x // x Or lack of it. McKenna's a relatively straightforward person. She's a cynic and won't do much to hide it. McKenna's not a bad person, it's just that people tend to be turned off by their immediate impression of her.

p h y s i c a l xc o m b a t x // x McKenna isn't the worst combatant you could find, but if you told her to spar someone just with her fighting skills, she'd probably refuse. McKenna is an inventor more than she is a warrior, and prefers to use her creations to win her battles instead of pure combat.



С Т Р А Х
xxxxxxxxxxxxx f e a r xx \ ˈ f i r \ x


h e i g h t s x // x This fear of McKenna's isn't as strong as it was initially. She finds that it's easier to overcome if she faces her fear with the help of her creations. Being a child of Hephaestus, who was thrown off of Mount Olympus as a baby, McKenna has this fear solely because of her parentage.

w a t e r x // x Again, another fear related to her parentage. McKenna, being a fire manipulator, naturally fears and strongly dislikes water. Even if she wasn't the daughter of Hephaestus, she'd still probably be scared of water, since she's not exactly a top-notch swimmer.

b e i n g xa b a n d o n e d x // x McKenna doesn't really fear people being taken away from her as much as the people she cares about leaving at their own free will. It's not the act of being left out to dry that scares McKenna, it's the idea that she's not enough for people to stay by her side at their own will.





ImageImage
Image
Image
Image
Imagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

Л И Ч Н О С Т
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx honest xx ambitious xx wise xx cynical x


McKenna is not a girl with a pretty personality wrapped in fine silk. She is not a girl of many masks, nor one with many shields - she only has one, an iron gate guarding the most vulnerable in her heart. McKenna is a refreshingly honest person, for better or for worse. She's simple and straightforward; she tells it as it is. McKenna doesn't sugarcoat her words, or her intentions. Whether you want it or not, you're going to get the truth.

Lazy couldn't possibly describe someone like McKenna. Her ambition is so strong almost to the point of idealistic foolishness. She's incredibly strong-willed and determined to succeed and be the best - to some, it might even be the slightest bit concerning. McKenna is the type of person who'd stay up all night and disregard her health in order to perfect something or get something done. It's not just mere drive, though; if McKenna doesn't do this, she'll start feeling anxious and fidgety. Insomnia will come back and visit her every night until she can achieve what she wants to achieve.

McKenna might not fit the mold of a sagely and kind person a child of Hestia might be like, but she is surprisingly wise. Her words might hit you like bullets, but they'll be honest and legitimately helpful. While McKenna isn't the first person people would visit for advice, more than likely due to her harsh nature, she displays incredibly good judgement that could rival or possibly surpass a child of Athena (okay, McKenna isn't that incredible at battle strategy, but let's not think about that right now).

As people say, idealism precedes experience, while wisdom and cynicism is what follows. Plain and simple, McKenna's a cynic. She's often quite sardonic, and her brutal honesty and crassness will make you feel like your head just got shoved in a bucket of ice water. She is an icy cold realist, and believes that everyone has some selfish intentions at heart, and that no one can be completely selfless or good-hearted. She seems to have no hope in humanity or the deities. In reality, McKenna's a brutally realistic people who doesn't rely on hope or faith. She's always the one to ruin the mood when people are feeling optimistic.






ImageImagexxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx
xxx

П Р И Ч Е


McKenna Kovačević (pronunciation: mə-KEN-ə ko-VAH-tshe-veech; Cyrillic: МцКенна Ковачевић), a Serbian girl handed off to the orphanages despite her living mother, was not an unusual case. Many had fallen to the same fate, forever unwanted by their parents, usually for mental disabilities, no matter how slight. Despite her rather poor upbringing, McKenna was satisfied with her childhood. She never received any sort of luxury, but she was getting food, water, and place to sleep. McKenna was fine.

McKenna had grown to the age of nine with her three friends. The only one of them who could hear had ADHD - his name was Loke, and he was three years her senior. His mother was Swedish, but his father was Serbian. When his mother died when his was a mere four years old, Loke's father handed him off to Kragujevac's orphanage, and they never saw each other again. It was considered normal. So were the cases with McKenna's two deaf friends, Antonios and Ermolai. Serbian children with disabilities who grew up in institutions usually had at least one living parent, and that was definitely the case with McKenna and her three friends. But it was normal, so they were fine.

McKenna.

What do you want, Ermolai?

... We won't be able to survive like this. These people, they're keeping us alive, but they aren't allowing us to thrive. When we turn eighteen, we'll be adults and they'll throw us out, and we won't be able to survive in the real world. We won't be able to find each other, either; Antonios will leave in two years and you'll leave in nine. We're doomed.

... You're assuming we'll make it to eighteen.

You probably will. I won't.

The tables turned when McKenna turned eleven. Ermolai froze their supervisor. Literally froze her. The Serbian institute did not take that well, and to put it simply, by accident or on purpose, Ermolai was killed. Turns out, he was Khione's kid, although McKenna only learned that much later.

I told you McKenna, two years, ago, that I wouldn't make it, and look where I am now!

Loke couldn't take it. Ermolai was a year younger than him and like his little brother, and Loke had always been rather sensitive. He hung himself and McKenna's heart hardened even more than it already had.

"McKenna, you and Antonios are my best friends in this place, but Ermolai was too. How can I live in a nation that has killed a brother of mine?"

"... You're tough, Loke. I've known you for nine years. I don't think it'll get better over time, but you're strong, and strong people can endure the worst pains."

"McKenna, I'm not as strong as you think. I'm sorry."


By the end of that fiasco, McKenna only had Antonios left. He was seven years older than her, almost eighteen - he was going to leave soon, and then McKenna would have nobody.

It's time, 'Kenna. Those two have died, you need to know.

It was then when Antonios told her everything (well, more like signed). He explained who he was - one of Hermes' children. At the tender age of nine, Hermes, who had kept a close eye on him for his entire life, sent him off to Kragujevac, which was a demigod hotspot in Serbia. Being deaf and fluent in Yugoslav Sign Language, he fit in perfectly. McKenna became suspicious of Antonios - although Ermolai's "accident" was definitely convincing, she didn't think she had any reason to believe him.

Are you telling me that I should believe in Greek gods because Ermolai managed to freeze someone? Don't toy with his death, Antonios! It was fucking crazy, but that doesn't mean I'll accept any answer.

... You're one of us, McKenna. The god of blacksmiths is your father. Fire is in your control, and you've always been clever. If you're really as smart as I know you are, you'll let me take you to Camp Athens.

Tell me, Toni, why should I?

Antonios was a manipulative guy. At the end of it, McKenna managed to burn a stick with her bare hands, and she let Antonios take her out of Serbia. They didn't go to Camp Athens, but they managed to survive for three and a half years, the older taking jobs here and there.

If something happens, go to Camp Athens, McKenna. For Ermolai, for Loke, for me.

What the fuck are you saying?

Antonios disappeared. McKenna doesn't know if he died or abandoned her, and while she didn't want to blindly trust someone, no matter how long she'd known them, her best option truly was Camp Athens. McKenna arrived at camp with a hardened soul, a bitter heart, and a cynical mind. Ermolai's words haunt her, Loke's death numbs her, and Antonios' disappearance angers her.

McKenna wouldn't change a thing.





d i a l o g u e x // x #79A696 x // x t h o u g h t x // x #756D4F x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Sabrina Carpenter x // x c r e a t o r x // x Korruption x // x c s x // x Scar.-
Code: Select all
[img]https://i.imgur.com/C2CWeKG.jpg[/img]
[left][img]http://placehold.it/5x50/756D4F/756D4F[/img] [img]http://placehold.it/15x50/79A696/79A696[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/CIHfYyX.jpg[/img][/left]
[color=transparent]xxx[/color][font=Times][b][i][size=120][color=#79A696]M C K E N N A[/color] [color=transparent]x[/color] [color=#756D4F]K O V A Č E V I Ć[/color][/size][color=transparent]xxx[/color]• [color=transparent]x[/color] #79A696 [color=transparent]x[/color] •[/b][/i][/font][hr][/hr][left][img]http://placehold.it/20x272/79A696/79A696[/img][/left][font=times][justify]text here.[/justify][/font]

So begins...

McKenna Kovačević's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: Stanley Foster Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Dominic Costas Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Rodger Williams Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

Hairstyle // Makeup // Outfit

gιrlѕ lιĸe нer were вorn ιn a storm.
тнey нave ligtning ιn тнeιr souls.
thunder ιn тнeιr нearтѕ.
And chaos ιn тнeιr вoneѕ. - ทιĸιтα gιℓℓ

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════



Image Alex had never been to one single party before she came to Camp Athens. Their mother never allowed her to leave the house. Last years had been a blast, but this year was going to be different. Alex sat quietly as her brother took the chair across from her. "Are you okay?" He watched her as she managed to turn her attention to him. "..don't tell me it's nothing. When some of the campers left for the year, others stayed here. You didn't. You left me. Where did you go?"

Alex shook her head. "I'm fine. This isn't about when I left. Then, I just needed to be by myself."

"You know it's dangerous out there. Especially by yourself. Has Mason said something to you again? is that why you left?"
"No."
"Okay, so what's wrong now? Did someone else say something to you?"
"No!" she snapped.
"Al..."
Image "Just leave it alone, okay? Don't ask me any more questions." she stood up angrily. "Please." she added. It wasn't like her to shut him off without talking to him. He nodded once, his eyes looking down as he did. She gave him a glare before walking silently passed him. Maybe she shouldn't have come back to camp this year since everyone already thought she was a murderer. No one would possibly miss her, would they? Everything in her life had already turned upside down because of a stupid feud between two Gods. They just couldn't let things stay in the past.

Image He looked up, watching her head into her room. Hopefully, the party would make her feel better. Being around Duke and Wes always brought a smile to her face. Especially Duke. Oh, Ajax had noticed the way his little sister looked at his best friend. Was she acting like this because of him? Duke had recently found out about his little sister, and Alex had seen them together a couple of times without knowing who she is. Was she jealous? the corners of Ajax's lips began to lift upwards, forming a large smile as he looked away and hung his head. Laughing. He had never known her to be jealous, not even once, or she just managed to hide it well. Daniel had a new girl around him before he passed, but Alex didn't seem to batter an eye. He could go in there and tell her about Duke's sister, but maybe it would be way more entertaining for her to find out from Duke himself.

Ajax headed out the second he was dressed, but first grabbing his rucksack which sat near the front door. He decided to wear something casual: Party Outfit. As promised, he arrived a bit early with the music he had downloaded the night before on his computer. It was all taking place down near the beach again where a large campfire was sitting in the middle ready to be lit. Around it at a good safe distance sat four large log benches for everyone to chill out around the flames. The staff members were the ones hosting it all, so they were cooking on the BBQ tonight. They had containers filled with ice where the beer bottles chilled, and quite the buffet on a long table so people could help themselves to sandwiches, pizza, sausage rolls and every other party food displayed. The BBQ would be serving burgers and hot dogs with or without onions. A large variety for everyone to say the least.

══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin

0.00 INK

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ćxxxx #79A696 x
Image
McKenna frowned at the mess of metal before her. She was merely bored and decided to forge something without any idea in mind... it turns out that doesn't work for the blonde.

McKenna sighed, tossing the metal into the scrap bucket - a place she threw all of her deformed pieces where she would either: one, melt into one piece of metal and a later time or two, attempt to do some weird chemical processes to those horrendous things and actually separate the metals. It works, McKenna told herself firmly with full confidence. What it worked with? Now, that was the temperamental factor.

McKenna was about to leave for her cabin when she stopped in her tracks, realizing that she hasn't labeled what compounds were in the metal potpourri she had just created. She grabbed her sharpie, scrawling a quick "18" on the deformed shape before referring to the notebook she associated with all her blacksmith matters.

Potassium, McKenna began her list with the alkali metal she had used. She had desperately wanted to work with stuff like caesium, francium, or perhaps rubidium, but their melting points were too low, and francium was truly quite rare. Strontium, beryllium, indium, iron, tantalum, tungsten. Typical blacksmiths perhaps restricted themselves to wrought iron and steel, but not the daughter of Hephaestus.

After she finished her list, McKenna slammed her notebook shut, walking back to her cabin to change. She originally wasn't going to the bonfire, but she had reached a creative block with her metals (instead of writer's block, it was blacksmith's block). McKenna really didn't care if she was late, though, so there was no rush in her step.

Once she got back to her cabin, McKenna pulled on her much-loved Serbian sweatshirt, jeans, and tattered sneakers. The blonde sauntered out of the cabin without much thought.

McKenna arrived at the bonfire, eyeing the socializing campers with distaste. Not her thing. McKenna wasn't the shy type, but she was introverted, preferring to stay with her metals and fire rather than "hang out with friends." No, thanks.
Image
Image Image Image
xxxK E U N x S E U N G - M I Nxxxx #149f96 x
Image
Seung-min pouted as he stared into his full length floor mirror, his outfit choices on either side of him. While Seung-min wasn't as concerned with his glamorous beauty as maybe the Hera or Aphrodite kids were, when he didn't randomly throw on a set of clothes 95%, he tended to have a really hard time choosing outfits.

Finally, Seung-min just decided to go for it and chose his outfit for the party. Now that he thought of it, it wasn't really worth it to wear his opening ceremony shirt to the bonfire.

Seung-min grinned at himself proudly through the mirror. His moment was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. "Why the hell are your cabins so far away? And you can teleport!" Seung-min gulped as he remembered the time and his precious little hyung (okay, sure, Ji-hyun definitely wasn't the little one out of the two of them). Eidetic memory didn't necessarily mean, "aware of surroundings."

"Shouldn't you be faster than I am?" Ji-hyun continued. "And they say I'm lazy? Get your butt out here!" Seung-min grabbed his shoes, shoving them on his feet as he dashed towards the door. However, his running and teleportation didn't necessarily coordinate when Seung-min didn't concentrate and really just wanted to get somewhere. A few feet before he reached the door, Seung-min teleported outside without much thought, accidentally slamming into his (favorite) hyung.

"Sorry, hyung!" Seung-min chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You know me, I'm like that. I can't believe you came all the way here little ol' me!" Seung-min grinned brightly. Personally, he considered the older boy a close friend, although he wasn't sure if that was really the case in Ji-hyun's opinion. "Anyway, let's go!"

The two began walking down to the bonfire, although Seung-min had significantly more bounce in his step than Ji-hyun (hell, he was practically skipping). "Why are you going to the party, hyung? Doesn't really seem like your scene, if I'm honest. Is there going to be alcohol? Wait, of course there's going to be alcohol... hopefully. I was obedient back in Daegu, following the law and whatnot, but you know I'm just not a goody-two shoes, hyung! I was actually going to snatch my parents' alcohol once when I was fifteen, but my friend said I probably wouldn't act much different if I was drunk, except for being much crazier, and you know, I don't want to put the burden of taking care of a drunk me on anyone." Seung-min, admittedly, had faltered a bit when he mentioned his friend - but he could slip them into his everyday conversation now. I'm doing better, he thought to himself, slightly proud.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

D U K ExxL O Y C E N
HEX:#780707 | Outfit

Image Duke had let the girl be for the most part, and he himself really preferred the food at present. It was a comfortable silence, however sharing a log just a few spaces away from each other and knowing nearly nothing about her prompted him to talk. But even that plan took longer when he finally glanced away from his plate. The bonfire was attracting more and more campers, including Alex and his less likely to show sister. Mckenna nearly caused him physical pain as she looked far too strained and disgusted at the scene of a party. Mass social gatherings such as parties weren't everybody's cup of tea or favorite thing, but they still attended and made half an effort not to snarl at other attendees. Then again McKenna was McKenna.

He'd tend to her soon though. He cleared his throat in warning that he was going to open discussion with his new company. "How is camp treating you so far?"
Figuring that for an overused conversation starter he added, "what do you think of the bonfire? If you've got a favorite song Ajax might have it on his playlist,"
he suggested. Though Duke guessed the music choice probably wasn't what had her so closed off. But if it did help her unwind, and mingle with Ajax who had a way of reassuring people and incooperating comfort of the camp, what damage could it cause?

At a glance in his friend's direction, Duke saw he was preoccupied in other conversation and company that seemed to be growing. "Have you met my sister?" he found himself asking instead and nodded towards the brooding small blonde. A short laugh escaped him. Only few weeks ago he had met her himself, and he was trying to find her friends when she looked like the world was out to get her.

Duke overheard the suggestion of a spin the bottle game and few people merged over towards the area they claimed to play their lip-locking game. Though most the faces were first years, he knew others would join. Probably Theo, maybe Alex, Mason would probably get dragged in by his current company. Likewise, he could guess others would sit out, the red-headed girl sitting by him, McKenna. He kept a watchful eye on her until the game started, ready to intervene if any jolly drunk tried to drag her into the game.


Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

"Oh man, Ken Doll has been upgraded to loser. I don't know if the nicknames could get much better than that."

She grinned wickedly as he gave a playful bump. Oh she was always packed with nicknames for Wes but loser was super temporary.

"Pretty sure that was old asshole Wes who said that," he replied. Before she could open her mouth to object that there were separate Wesley's, he humored the idea. "Could you handle all of this? This arm has been doing the work of two arms for quite sometime now. I may not be a fighter, but I do have some muscles."

She smiled barely able to repress a playful roll of her eyes. “I'm aware of the swell in your arm, Ken. I pick my targets you know and I do like a little challenge.”

"I'll make you a deal. I'll arm wrestle you, and if I win... You go on a real official date with me." The words almost brought her to a complete halt but she settled on slowing her pace. "And if you win...?"

“An official date,” she echoed. For some reason the concept held a heavy weight. Probably because she didn't date in the history of ever and her mind raced way ahead of time, at awkward family dinners, comparing her to his flawless ex. “Sounds serious.” She was able to snap out of her little nightmare and purse her lips. “If I win, you be my slave for 24 hours. I know, bit of a lack of imagination on my part,” she admitted with a tut. “But it's flexible for me.”

It felt like she had laid a foot at the bonfire when that one voice rang above the rest. "Spin the bottle anyone?"

Trinity side glanced to Wes. A game right in his domain and more than half the campers would be upset if the Son of Aphrodite didn't play. Most eligible bachelor not playing spin the bottle. In what world did that make sense. Trinity lifted his arm off her shoulder gently. “You can go teach the freshies how it's done.” It would be good for everyone to just sink into their comfort zones again, you know, Aphrodites children loving and kissing, encouraging that party spirit and games, and Ares children fighting. Trinity not caring who he meshed lips with. “Who knows, you might end up on Alex,” she dropped casually with a shrug. She didn't even feel bitter or cold when she said it. “Lots of, uh, you know...'cuties' this year.”

Trinity sucked in a breath doing her own double-take. Did she just refer to the new batch of demigods as cuties? Oh well. Trinity snatched a drink from the cooler not caring what foresaken flavor or type it was. But when she did see beer, her stomach and head flooded with disappointment and a pinch of anger for the lack of variety. Trinity didn't know where she left Wes in her pace off for a drink and escape, but she felt she had to keep moving with purpose.

She saw the spunky figure of Harleen, thankfully on her own and sat herself beside her. “Harley,” she greeted.



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harleen was doing the rounds with her eyes when they landed on Raven. She gave a nod of acknowledgement to her before Raven gained some company. Harley would have to express at a later time that she was glad she came.

“Harley.” Some tight leggings and grey shirt came into view, then the face followed.

“Puddin'.” Harley grinned wickedly and even gave a sparkling wink. Jokes aside, Trinity had a way of exciting Harley. It was like she never knew what she was going to get or what would happen. The two both had competitive and daring bones so it was a compelling and energetic mix. To Harley anyway. She shuffled a little closer to Trinity like she had a secret to share, her eyes downcast on their shoes. “Dare or dare?” She turned to face the fiery blonde with another grin.

Trinity shook her head slowly with a hint of a smile. “Nope. I know how that story goes.”

Harley did a pout to the quality of dramatic arts. Expectedly, an exaggerated sad face meant nothing to the camp's warrior's queen so Harley began a quiet build-up of the chicken dance, the imitation getting bigger and louder until Trinity would resort to change her mind.

A gentle elbow to her side confirmed her master plan had worked. “Shush. Fine. What am I doing?”

“Well, as tempted as I am to dare you to join the bottle of lip-locking, I won't do that.” Harley stroked her non existent mustache, pondering what could be amusing for her, and challenging for Trinity. “I would like to see you flirt. You know, really try. Or be as charming as you can be.”

“I am charming!” Trinity protested. Harley noticed the first beer had been knocked back quickly, Trinity now twisting an empty bottle to stand in the sand. “I can be anyway. You know, Wes likes my company, for whatever reason. Theo once liked me. We were like...” she twisted her index and middle finger around each other.

“Why doesn't he like you anymore?” Harley asked, concerned.

“More charming people entered camp.” She laughed.

“Oh, Trinity, that's not like...” Harley broke off with a smile and sighed out softly. That was one of Trinity's endearing traits. Not really reading and responding to signals. “I think he used to really, really like you. Now he's looking for someone else.”

Trinity's lips were paused agape and her eyebrows furrowed. “Ooohh. Damn.”

“So are you going to play charming or dance with anybody of your choosing.” Since she was a good friend she was just throwing some options out there.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

"How is camp treating you so far? what do you think of the bonfire? If you've got a favorite song Ajax might have it on his playlist."

“Same as it is everybody else,” she observed towards his first question. “I think it's like a bonfire should be,” she noted secondly. It had the fire, it had the food and booze, the young attendants so it was standard. Thirdly, she looked towards the renowned son of Zeus and the other campers that gravitated towards him. Even if she did have a song request, she wouldn't want to risk hurting their bubble wrapped ego, nor approach the number of people he reeled in. “Somehow I don't think so,” she remarked simply.

"Have you met my sister?" he asked next as if he could read the chances of her approaching Ajax and that congregation of people.

Evelyn followed to whom he spoke, and a smile crept across her lips. The youngest and most sour demigod among them, ironically. “As delightful as she looks, no, I haven't.” She was going to leave it as that but in the spirit of socialization and parties and honesty, and considering she was half-blood and sister. “However, she's on my list. I think those that are more...rough have endured a lot.” Evelyn partly wished she could go up to the girl take her hands and grant her a different perception of the people in the world or turn her luck around, but that wouldn't work out so well. Firstly the physical contact, and second changing perceptions was not possible.

“McKenna and Duke, right?” Evelyn's finger swayed between the two. “I'm Evelyn. You can call me Eve if you're compelled to.” She held out her a hand for a shake.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ćxxxx #79A696 x
Image
McKenna lingered awkwardly at the edge of the party; she could literally sense someone judging her. Probably Duke. McKenna would be lying if she said they hated each other - they did have some similarities, and deep down, McKenna was probably fond of her half-brother in some manner. However, McKenna didn't make it easy for others to like her.

"Spin the bottle anyone?" the daughter of Aphrodite - Kalani, McKenna recalled - proposed, a mischievous grin on her face. The blonde eyed the beer bottle in Kalani's hand with an attempt to disguise her disdain. She was sure that these games might seem entertaining to the others, but in all honesty, McKenna found them pointless and... disgusting, for the lack of a better term. Kissing people, the respective person being determined by a spin of an empty beer bottle? McKenna wasn't sure how anyone would find that enjoyable.

“McKenna and Duke, right?” McKenna was forced to look up to the redhead who addressed her. The pains of being short. Why...... “I'm Evelyn. You can call me Eve, if you're compelled to.”

McKenna, at first, didn't have the slightest idea why this redhead would approach her (she had a sense that this Eve was at least half a decade older than her), but on second thought, it was probably due to McKenna's half-brother, who was talking to Eve previously. “Uh... yes?” McKenna refrained from staring Evelyn up and down with suspicion of an ulterior motive. McKenna heard that the other demigod was the daughter of Nemesis, so she could probably sense the blonde's uneasiness anyway. “Do you want something, or...?”

Because in all seriousness, why else would someone approach a person like McKenna?

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.25 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxDaughter of Ares | Outift | #461f4b

Image

"Trinity, there's always room for you," Mason assured her, which was just as well because her patience was running thin with her bullshit luck. "You're my number one girl and I wouldn't replace you, not like others do."
Was she being replaced by the others? Number one girl? It felt good but empty at the same time. She glanced to his hand coming to rest on top of hers then up at him.

Rather than give him the questionable look she had intended, she was distracted by his gaze elsewhere and Trinity followed it to Wes and Alex. "You and me, we got to look out for each other and I mean that." Trinity inhaled with a prepared pain in her chest. Mase and her had had this kind of talk before. "Andy's a good girl, we both like her and count her as a friend but if we were dying in the field of battle, she'd choose Ajax. Love of her life. Ajax would sooner let you bleed out too. No one is gonna pick us. Not your brother, Wes, Theo." Hearing it verbally brought that sting back. Her gaze washed over all those that she had grown to trust and would do as good as betray her on the battlefield, and the worse part was she couldn't argue against it. Because tonight, if some beast ambushed her and cut her open, they wouldn't save her. All too absorbed in their booze and hormones and several of other people. Who would prioritize saving a daughter of Ares?

Trinity's jaw clenched, her cold gaze resting on wolf boy as her thoughts went on auto-pilot. Images flooded her head of her wounded and those 'friendly faces' passing by and leaving her there. Trinity didn't fear death but she didn't want to die alone. “It’s a good thing I can fight for myself then, huh?” she told Mason.

"I'll always have your back."

Trinity smiled a little. “Thanks. And I'll have yours.”

Trinity was in a different world entirely that was so toxic and vivid, she was half tempted drive her knee into them and right hook them in advance. Thankfully, and of all people, Lise snapped her out of it. "Xena, my love," she was saying, leaning towards Trinity and tapped her lips with her index finger, "You got something for me?"

Trinity's eyes trailed to the bottle's neck pointing at her then back up at Lise. Of course. Why did she expect she'd get away with it? Trinity leaned into Lise and planted a firm kiss on her lips holding it there for a good few qualifying seconds before pulling away. Trinity's brows furrowed then as her own kiss, coming from a place of impatience, annoyance and some recently pent up rage, was projected on Lise's lips. “Was that okay?” she mumbled to the daughter of Athena.

If she was a horrible kisser, she'd prefer to know before she - if she ever kissed Wes again or if some other bottle decided to land on her. And Lise and her ego weren't the kinds to divert from the truth.

Trinity scooped up the bottle. “Al!” she called sharply before Kalani decided to change the rules to Lise's version of 'whoever the bottle lands on spins next'.

Alex didn't meet Trinity with the haste she hoped for. She took another swig of her drink during the interval.

“Just take the spin, Trin,” the devil's daughter called to her.

“Hurry up,” another anxious player prompted.

She sighed out laying the bottle down and spun it around, eyes locked on the glass that chose who she kissed. When it came to a stop, she saw it landed on the son of Artemis. Her fists turned to balls and teeth grit. Still, Trinity leaned over, tugged Theo towards her, grabbed him in place with a hand and closed the distance with a kiss, crushing her lips on his. In time, she pulled away and gave his cheek a 'playful' pat. Such a shame he was a face that she couldn't depend on.

Trinity returned to her spot by Mason and ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh. “Well, next time I join something like this, don't let me.” She went for her own beer bottle but found it was empty again. “That’s my cue to go. Good luck, champ.”



Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

She wasn’t sure things gleamed quite so bright and wicked as her own grin in that moment. She pivotted on her heel to bear witness to the participation of Trinity in spin the bottle and shot a glance to Elias. He didn't seem the overbearing brother type, but if Harley was drawn as the bad influence or something, she had to be ready to defend herself and make her claim.

Harley didn't have to wait drastically long for her dear dare to be complete to satisfactory as the bottle landed on Trinity and she went for gold like a trooper. Harleen's brow quirked up in surprise. She supposed she might have owed Wes an apology for that since he had some significant attachment with the blonde and in no circumstance was it easy to watch your person of interest lock lips with another.

But elsewhere, there was more entertainment that awaited her. More feathers to ruffle, more shows. It was a party right? So for her own sake of sanity, she needed to lighten to mood for herself and find amusement. A guy and modest girl were giving each other eyes and their bodies were drawing closer together. Harley made a bee line for them and breezed by as if she had places to be and the other end was compellingly intriguing. As she did, she reached around one-handed and squeezed the girl's butt. The daughter of a famous deity gasped, scowled and spun on her heels and left the boy standing there dumbfounded.

Harley chuckled to herself. “I’m not even sorry.” In fact she already felt better for it.

She took a seat in the sand and smiled watching the party. She could see herself liking it here.



Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

“Uh... yes? Do you want something, or...?”

Her hand returned to her side. “Not at the present time,” Evelyn confessed easily. “I just thought to introduce myself formally. But if you were busy, and my presence is a nuisance I apologize for misreading the circumstances.”

Evelyn held McKenna's gaze, rooted in place. Of course, Eve acknowledged she could have been a nuisance but McKenna certainly wasn't busy and there weren't a great deal of compelling others to see and talk with tonight.

A few questions started to bubble to the surface with this intriguing young soul. “Do people often come to you for a favor?” she inquired. Since McKenna's first response was to assume Evelyn wanted something, she thought it was fair to ask. “Do you agree to them?” Then, she smiled slightly, ready to ask the most intriguing question of the night. “Do I look like somebody that wants or expects something from you?” Evelyn searched McKenna's eyes. She was sure the girl had no reason or restrain to lie, but she was curious to hear the youngest demigod's response. Maybe Evelyn appeared as venomous and using as a daughter of Hera. Or as deceptive as a child of Khione. The open floor of honest feedback would no doubt highlight her night, not to mention give her a better sense how she came off to others. Not that she was changing that any time soon.

“Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn shifted over to the coolers and rose her brows expectantly towards McKenna, prepared to dunk her hand into the lucky dip of drinks that were...what...90% beer. “Maybe something from home?” Eve challenged.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

D U K ExxL O Y C E N
HEX:#780707 | Outfit

Image Duke joined the girls slowly and watched Evelyn's hand hang mid-air and return to her side without shake.

At this rate things might have been less awkward with the drunkards in spin the bottle. It was that unwelcoming he even thought about merging over towards that game. But he preferred not to kiss people under the circumstances that a bottle told him to. Besides, he wasn't sure if this was how Evelyn and McKenna talked to people or there was some underlying stand off thing going on. He preferred the first because then McKenna definitely had a friend in Eve.

Duke bit his tongue for now though, even when he found Eve's questions a little interrogative towards his sister. When she moved to the coolers, Duke took the opportunity to step towards McKenna. "Call me if you need anything." He knew McKenna could handle herself but Duke wanted to cover all basis. Drunks pushing beers in her hand, Evelyn pushing her temper were probably the most concerning at this point.

Duke approached the fire catching the tail end of Alex and Wes's conversation. "...make things awkward for them."
It sounded more like an intimate, private conversation so Duke kept walking, and frankly, finding heat wasn't ever an issue for him. For now he'd have to stay a little longer before calling it quits and returning to his cabin.



Image
HEX: #041e75 || Outfit


Image Mason tried not to snicker as it landed on Trinity. It looked like it took a while for things to click in place for her, but when it did, Trinity went for it. She didn't hesitate which probably knocked Lise's ego up a couple thousand notches. But even Mason was pretty impressed and if she had done the same to him and kissed him the same way, he'd have an inflated ego too. She hung there for an extra moment, flirting with the daughter of Athena. No that wasn't right...death threat?

“Al!” Trinity called.
"Don't call her over," Mason grumbled, rubbing his forehead. Even the concept of her rejoining, doing some stupid fake modest giggle about having to kiss someone, annoyed him. Or worse those over confident "seductive" smirks.

A few impatient heckles came her way and Trinity took the spin. When it landed on Theo, Mason peered at Trinity's expression and laughed. For a moment he was worried he'd have to grab Trinity when she pounced and attacked him and they'd have to make a hasty retreat but instead, she kissed him like she was going to war. His eyes widened and brows shot up. It was probably the first time Mason was envious of Theo. Like not knowing whether she was going to kill you or give you the best angry sex of your life...what a thrill.

Mason rolled out his neck. His eyes washed over the circle. If the son of Eris knew some sub-text, maybe he'd revel a little more in the drama or make some drama and chaos, or maybe he'd just keep undressing Mateo with his eyes. Mason's eyes landed on Adrianna and he couldn't help the small smirk that passed his lips. He was hopeful but pretty pessimistic about the odds of landing on her and while she was beautiful, he wasn't swept away in the idea of lust like so many others tonight.
Trinity shrunk back into her spot beside him causing him to turn back to her. “Well, next time I join something like this, don't let me.”
Mason laughed. "You did good, I'm honestly...blown away."
Trinity checked her beer. “That’s my cue to go. Good luck, champ.”
"I almost feel left out. Don’t you have something for me?" He tapped his lips as Lise had and laughed.

Boy he hoped Romeo saw Trinity and Theo kiss. Did children of Aphrodite even feel jealousy? His head shifted to Kalani curiously.
"Ani," he said, he thought he had heard people call her that before, "who's your favorite on camp so far? It's not a trick question either," he assured with an amused smile. He definitely didn't expect Kalani to say him, unless in a joking nature. "Just some...soul searching. An interval game, if you will."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ćxxxx #79A696 x
Image
“Not at the present time,” Evelyn replied easily - too easily. McKenna raised an eyebrow, but really, what else was to be expected from a daughter of Nemesis?

“I just thought to introduce myself formally," the redhead continued, “but if you were busy, and my presence is a nuisance I apologize for misreading the circumstances.”

Evelyn held McKenna's gaze confidently, unmoving. There was no way in hell she was going to leave - Evelyn knew McKenna wasn't busy, and that she hadn't misread the circumstances (although her presence was definitely a nuisance).

McKenna anticipated the questions, but that didn't mean she was looking forward to them. Dear, God... McKenna's eyebrows furrowed.

“Do people often come to you for a favor?” Evelyn started firing away. “Do you agree to them?” Evelyn had a slight smile on her face - yep, she was getting to the juicy bits. “Do I look like somebody that wants or expects something from you?” Evelyn made no move to hide her blatant searching in McKenna's eyes, gauging her response. McKenna raised an eyebrow, unfazed and unimpressed. She wasn't intimidated in the slightest, but McKenna being McKenna, she was going to give the redhead the truth nonetheless.

“Can I get you a drink?” Evelyn raised an eyebrow, reaching into the cooler that contained mainly beer. “Maybe something from home?”

It was at this point when Duke decided to step in, turning to McKenna. "Call me if you need anything," he said, letting her fend for herself. McKenna liked that about her half-brother.

McKenna kept a neutral expression on her face as she began to answer the redhead's questions. "Usually, people don't come to me at all," McKenna stated dryly. "I don't have friends, so if anyone were to approach me, they would probably want something. Like you; you want to know how I would respond to your really forward advances, and maybe you might find me abnormal and wonder, 'who the fuck is this person?'" McKenna eyed the daughter of Nemesis skeptically. "If you wanted to know, I do indeed find you nosy."

McKenna paused for a moment, assessing the drinks cooler, before continuing. "I highly doubt that you have any rakija in there," she said, leaving it at that.

Of course, McKenna only being fifteen years old with most of her Serbian life stuck in an orphanage, it was safe to say that she never had regular exposure to alcohol. But she has had rakija before (once, she thought), although it definitely wasn't the authentic, homemade type.
Image
Image Image Image
xxxK E U N x S E U N G - M I Nxxxx #149f96 x
Image
"Wait, what? No. You are not drinking. You're a child. Ohmigosh, you're seventeen. How can I let you drink? How can I answer to your parents?" Seung-min pouted at his friend, although he could clearly hear the barely held back laughter behind his stern facade.

"Everybody drinks before they're legal these days," Seung-min said dismissively (hey, it was true). He dramatically stroked his chin with a finger. "In fact, I can't believe I, at seventeen years old, haven't gotten drunk yet!"

Once they reached the campfire, Ji-hyun immediately headed towards the food, Seung-min following suit. The elder offered a plate of food to the auburn-haired Korean boy, who eyed it eagerly. "Here. Eat some food first, then later when you drink, drink as much water as alcohol so your headache won't be as bad. I'm not going to bring you soup and biscuits in the morning, I'm too lazy, so don't regret your decisions." Seung-min nodded robotically as Ji-hyun finished his spiel.

"Okay, hyung!" Seung-min beamed - it may have seemed like he wasn't paying attention, but Ji-hyun was fully aware of his eidetic memory anyway.

"Go forth and have fun, but I'll be watching you." Seung-min followed Ji-hyun's gaze, catching sight of the spin the bottle game currently taking place.

Seung-min chewed his lip slightly, tapping Ji-hyun on the shoulder. "Hyung...? I'm kinda being inconstant again, so I might go play spin the bottle instead of drinking." Seung-min grinned. "I'm really grateful for your educational speech on taking care of myself, but I might revert to kissing people instead of intaking alcohol." Seung-min stood on his toes to hug his friend from the back, before blowing him an exaggerated kiss as he headed to the spin the bottle game.

Seung-min arrived at the group with a grin, turning to Kalani, who seemed to be the ringleader. "Hey, guys!" he said brightly. "You don't mind if I join in a bit late, right?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

0.00 INK

Image
xxxxx T R I N I T Y xx W A L L A C E
Image
xxxxxDaughter of Ares | Bathers | #461f4b

Image

Trinity bumped her knee into Mason and bee-lined for another beer. But there was a new selection of bottles and plastic cups sitting on the bar. She looked around to see who would dive in and claim them as theirs and how she couldn't have any, etc. etc. but nobody did so she poured herself a shot, downed it, poured another and took it to go.

Someone grabbed her arm firmly enough to demand her attention and make her lose a step and bounce back, and frankly she wasn't in the mood to be touched or stopped. Trinity pulled herself up short of shoving them away when she saw it was Theo. The audacity of this guy.

"Hey, are you okay? And don't lie to me. I can see it. You know I've always been able to read it in your eyes." Yeah, it was probably those stupid cheat animal instincts. Internally, she groaned. It wasn't and she loved what Artemis and her children could do, especially the shapeshifting. It was her damn eyes. "Talk to me, Trin."

“A girl kisses you and you ask her what’s wrong?” she asked back to Theo half amused. She wasn't 'in' with dating and affectionate acts, but she felt that it was rough timing. “Kinda brutal.” 'Hey, are you okay because you can't really kiss if your life depended on it' But then her eyes searched his face with a moment's of genuine concern. She didn't bite him accidentally or grip him too hard did she? Trinity was upset with these hypothetical versions of the people she cared about but if she was going to hurt Theo, she best have done it right and deliberately.

After figuring that wasn't the case otherwise he probably would have said something about the kiss, not her well-being, she released a sigh. “I don't know Theo, it's stupid,” she confessed. It was unfair of her to be moody at him for something he hadn't done. He might do it but he certainly hadn't failed her yet. “Just...” her hands collapsed by her side, “would you save me? Cause I kinda have this image in my head that all my camp mates would sooner abandon me and let me bleed dry than you know...actually help me. I mean there's enough hate in the world so one less hateful person isn't exactly a big loss,” her gaze moved pass Theo and into blank space as she rambled, “and I'd probably live on purely out of spite anyway and take care of myself. But...” as her eyes shifted back to Theo, he was quite literally stolen away.

A dry laugh escaped her. “Am I being punked?” In what world was this shit okay. And when did Alex turn into a brunette bimbo. She was a bit flirty, adventurous, impulsive but Trinity didn't think that bad. Did Alex just have a thing for taking the guys Trinity liked. She spared a look to Wes then knocked back her second shot. She couldn't face him yet. Besides, wouldn't be long til some other person swept to Ken's side then probably started chatting him up.

As she moved to join Harley, some arms wrapped around her waist and seized her to their side. "I bet I could kiss you better."

“I bet you don’t and you don’t even try.” She threw her elbow into his ribs and kicked behind his knee cap in two fluid natural motions. He collapsed and yelled out a little louder than she would have liked and she hurriedly tried to quiet him. “Ssh. You're okay. Walk it off. Dick.”

She sighed out when she finally reached her darer, sitting by her, only facing the waves. “That was a disaster,” she concluded picking up Harley's drink and taking a sip. Trinity didn't even want to look back towards the party or see Wes because it'd probably tip her over the edge. Trinity had honestly rather had locked lips with her peers than talk to someone and fail at playing charming or just even talk to someone and lie that she tried. She sat there with a hand clutched roughly in her hair as that sunk in. Only you, Trinity. Only you. In her perfect world, the bottle span round and round, missed her until people called it a night or she could pretend to be tired and fatigued. But Lise blew that up in her face right off the bat. Trinity should have shifted to something more like an outer circle as if she was a mere spectator.

After some time of sitting by Harley and staring out into the vast water, Trinity stood up. “I'm going for a swim.” Maybe the waves could help erase the spin the bottle action and help her get a real sense of logic. The beach was such a carefree space after all. Well, the tide was. In there the only worries were whether she should go over or under a wave, if a wave was 'dumper', if she should try body surf it, and occasionally, in Australia, is there a shark in water as well? Even if the waves didn't serve the magical purposes Trinity was hoping for, they would cure the heat creeping across Trinity's skin and it looked inviting the entire time she was staring at it.


Image
xxxxx H A R L E E N xx T H E O D O S
Image
xxDaughter of Hermes | Outift | #51849C

Image

Harley was doing some bad lip reading and voice overs of what topic people were talking about and how. She never failed to amuse herself when in need but Trinity giving some guy a swift beat down was much better making Harley erupt into laughter. Some people didn't pay attention to heritages and did just not know how to approach a lady.

Harley watched Trinity head for her and smiled when she parked her butt beside her. “That was a disaster.”


She tilted her head sympathetically. At least she had done it. “I don't think Lise and Theo thought so. Disaster isn't the word that springs to my mind either. In fact what disastrous thing could happen to you?” The question hung in the air between them and wasn't answered for a long while. Trinity's silence was taken as nothing, exactly what Harley gathered. When you were the queen of pain, what did you have to fear, what could be so disastrous?

“I'm going for a swim.”

Harley squinted. “But it's night and really not that hot.” Harley looked over her shoulder towards the waves. “Tide's coming in, isn't it?” When she turned back around she found Trinity's clothes dumped on her other side. Harleen did a 360 and found Trinity's shape, unless conveniently, somebody else decided to go for a swim in the dark at the same time and had blonde hair from what the last glimpse of firelight showed. “Don't go too far,” she mumbled as the figure steadily got further away from the light and party and deeper into the ocean. “You forgot a towel,” she cooed just as uselessly.

She couldn't help but hover for some time. It felt totally against Harley's nature too. Rather than enjoy a party she was trying to keep her eyes on the Queen of Pain. Harley had to remember to lock in that nickname for Trinity when she came back as well. Harley quickly scanned the party once more taking note of the location of the children of Poseidon in case hazards occurred. The likelihood was slim but just in case. Couldn't be too careful and all that.

Harley trudged back to the fire. She had caught glimpse of a girl alone making sand castles but she certainly didn't seem lonely, and more content in her world. Part of Harley wished sandcastles could be that fun for her too. So she chose not to intrude on that activity and keep walking, up to the logs and beside Raven. “Hello lady and gent,” she greeted the pair she instead chose to intrude upon and took a seat on Raven's other side. “Good to see you both make an appearance. Even if parties aren't our particular scene and we don't feel festive.” Most parties were about energy and drinking but those two were happily situated in the same place since she had last seen them. Personally Harley could never achieve such an act.


Image
xxxxx E V E L Y N xx M A S T E R S
Image
xxDaughter of Nemesis | Outift | #a10b6d

Image

"Usually, people don't come to me at all. I don't have friends, so if anyone were to approach me, they would probably want something. Like you; you want to know how I would respond to your really forward advances, and maybe you might find me abnormal and wonder, 'who the fuck is this person?'" Even with it all supposedly figured out, the youngest demigod eyed her like an ill motive was lurking at heart. "If you wanted to know, I do indeed find you nosy."

Evelyn let the young and fiery demigod have her say without interruption, she was entitled to her voice and opinion no matter how abrupt, and Evelyn had asked for it and of course she hadn't expected a pleasant review to depart the blonde's mouth. But she had provided the truth and with that, throughout their interaction thus far, evidence to why she didn't have friends. Still, Eve wasn't completely repelled from her yet.

After a moment of eyeing the coolers, McKenna had her response. "I highly doubt that you have any rakija in there."

While luck could be as good as witchcraft and Evelyn had prompted for something from the daughter of Hephaestus's home, she hunched rakija wasn't exactly juice or water. Evelyn couldn't draw out her company's exact age, although the way she acted pitted against the world or the people in it she could almost fool people she was older, Evelyn knew she was youthful and considered a minor in majority of lands across the globe. Besides, even if Evelyn was compelled to give her an alcoholic beverage, she had a big protective brother with eyes like a hawk.

She sighed slightly when it was her turn to speak again, pulling out a bottle of water for herself then sliding away from the cooler with the smallest gesture for McKenna to help herself to an improved range of drinks. If luck befitted her maybe she would find rakija. “I do have a habit of testing people but I wasn't testing you. I was merely interested in why you are the way you are so I chose to ask questions, but in future I'll walk on eggshells around you.” Personally, Evelyn didn't like to waste time tip-toeing around matters, however, she supposed more subtlety could have been implemented. Likewise, she assumed McKenna wouldn't mind her forward advances, but maybe she had misjudged her. “I didn't think sweet, kind smiles and words would do much for you,” she said picking up from her train of thought. “I wanted answers and I got them,” she pointed out evenly.

Evelyn took a sip from her bottle. “I have a great deal of respect for the children of Hephaestus. Engineers and smiths have a role on camp and the world. They're smart.” While the stone-hearted girl nearby did possess such smarts and intelligence, she didn't have all aspects covered to longevity. “My advice would be to make some friends. You'll need someone in your corner. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but some day. And don't worry, I don't expect it to be me,” Eve stated beating her to the punchline.

After this encounter it was more likely she'd acquire a special distaste for Evelyn.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

0.00 INK

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ćxxxx #79A696 x
Image
"I do have a habit of testing people," Evelyn openly admitted, causing McKenna to raise an eyebrow, "but I wasn't testing you. I was merely interested in why you are the way you are so I chose to ask questions, but in future I'll walk on eggshells around you. I didn't think sweet, kind smiles and words would do much for you." At least she had common sense. "I wanted answers and I got them."

"I'd do that too, if I were you," McKenna commented indifferently, avoiding the alcohol. She had to admit that she and her company were similar in that sense.

Evelyn lifted her bottle to her lips, taking a sip. "I have a great deal of respect for the children of Hephaestus. Engineers and smiths have a role on camp and the world. They're smart. My advice would be to make some friends. You'll need someone in your corner. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but some day. And don't worry, I don't expect it to be me,” the redhead stated, almost reading McKenna's mind. McKenna would never admit it, but she was mildly impressed. Evelyn knew just how to act around her and did just that. It wasn't everyday that something like that happened.

"I'll keep that in mind," McKenna replied neutrally. "I'm going back to the cabins; parties aren't my thing." McKenna started to saunter off to the Hephaestus cabin, before pausing and offering a "bye," - rather out of character, but McKenna supposed she could try out pleasantries.
-----

McKenna quietly walked towards her blacksmithing workshop, squinting as she attempted to actually see which way she was going. This was a regular thing for her; it wasn't even dawn, but metalworking was arduous work, and McKenna wanted to get a head start every morning.

Usually, McKenna's morning hours were occupied with sorting through her scrap pile and figuring out what the heck she could do with the stuff she threw in there. Today was no different. After all, she wanted to be productive, but at the same time, it was too early for intensive projects.

McKenna sat down at her desk, turning on the light so she could actually see her hands. She sighed, reaching into her scrap pile and picking up the massive and utterly deformed chuck of metal with a large number four labeled on it. McKenna always went in chronological order from the oldest fuckup to the newest; once a piece of metal was figured out, she would reuse the numbers, but that didn't mean she would go in number order.

McKenna flipped through her notebook, eyes scanning the clearly rushed but surprisingly neat Serbian scrawl. At last, she found the correct page, peering at the extensive list she at made.

Sterling silver (92.5% silver, 7.5% copper), McKenna began reciting in her mind, titanium, cast iron (4% carbon), zinc, cobalt, tungsten. The metals McKenna used in this particular piece were rather common and relatively easy to work with, especially in comparison to some other metals she had tried to put to good use. The metals weren't fully combined yet; she could still salvage some of the pure tungsten, along with the titanium and a bit of cobalt.

As the sun rose, McKenna melted a line between the salvageable metals and the swirled mess she couldn't identify. She successfully separated a large chuck of tungsten, melting it into one of her molds to later examine for its purity before saving it for later. She did the same to her titanium and cobalt, continuing the process with some of her other failed projects, throwing the metal chunks back into her scrap pile after the easy-to-extract pure metals were removed and melted.

Finally, McKenna took a deep breath, already used to the bad air of her workshop. She glanced at the clock in the corner of the room - she'd best be heading over to the mess hall by now.

By the time McKenna headed over for breakfast, most of the campers were already up and socializing with each other. She grabbed a plate, stacking on a slice of bread along with butter and jam, eggs, and sausages. She definitely wasn't looking forward to capture-the-flag; sure, McKenna knew that as a daughter of Hephaestus, her strength was something to be admired despite her small stature, but nonetheless, McKenna wasn't all too well-versed in combat. She preferred to work behind the scenes, using her inventions and wit to win her battles instead of physical combat.
Image
Image Image Image
xxxK E U N x S E U N G - M I Nxxxx #149f96 x
Image
Seung-min woke up to Exo's "Monster" - the Chinese version, not the Korean one - blaring through his ears. He himself was a bigger fan of Big Bang, if Seung-min were to be completely honest, but Exo wasn't bad at all. Besides, "Monster" (specifically the Chinese version) was the one song he and Lois consistently played during their few months of brooding.

Seung-min groaned, wildly slapping his hand around in attempt to stop the alarm. He constantly tried to get up earlier, but it was easier said than done. Seung-min really admired those people who could get up before dawn and be able to work; unfortunately, he was not one of them.

Seung-min yawned; he had finally managed to stop his alarm, but by that point, he spent so much time flailing that he had woken himself up too much to fall back asleep again. He muttered under his breath, attempting to get out of bed, only to have his legs tangled in the sheets and he tumbled to the ground.

"Ow..." he groaned, slamming a hand against his forehead. Seung-min attempted to wriggle out of his blankets, but only managed to get himself more tangled up. Damn. Seung-min was probably the only person on Earth who had so much trouble with his sheets.

To make things easier for himself, Seung-min teleported himself out of the tangled mess, grabbing his blanket and tossing it back on the bed. He paused for a few moments, before fixing up the blanket to make it neater before skipping towards his closet. He selected a casual outfit, finishing it off with one of his beloved bandanas.

Seung-min headed to the mess hall, piling on food on his plate, wolfing some of it down in the process. He made sure to grab an Cappuccino. Seung-min looked around the mess hall, before his eyes finally landed on a petite redhead. With his typical bright smile, he approached the woman and the table she was sitting at.

"Hey!" he greeted amicably, offering his boxy grin. "Mind if I join you?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters

0.00 INK

Image

ALEXANDRIA VALIS

Hex: #d63b71
Training Outfit: XXX

gιrlѕ lιĸe нer were вorn ιn a storm.
тнey нave ligtning ιn тнeιr souls.
thunder ιn тнeιr нearтѕ.
And chaos ιn тнeιr вoneѕ.

DAUGHTER OF ZEUS

▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁
"I think there are some good looking females. I suppose the same could be said for the males of this year. Especially Theo, right?"

Alex took a quiet gasp as she widened her eyes a little. So he had seen her little drunk moment after all. She wasn't sure if he was just genuinely asking about it, or if seeing her with Theo had sparked a small part of him that didn't like it. Duke wasn't the jealous type, so it couldn't of been that.

Theo had turned her down which was a little bit of a shock. She wasn't Gods gift to men, but surely she was attractive enough. Probably nothing compared to the children of Aphrodite, but still attractive. "Please, don't mention it to Aj.. you know what he's like. I just had a little too many. Theo's a good guy, and good looking, but... he's a friend. I think kissing him would feel like kissing my brother. Totally awkward, weird, and gross." she hugs herself as she shudders at the thought of it for a split second.

Duke shrugged it off. "Anyway, most of my night was made of constructing a sand castle and making sure Evelyn and McKenna didn’t get into a fight. Not my first definition of enjoying myself but it was okay. Particularly the sand castle making part," he admitted with a faint smile.

That made sense since he enjoyed constructing magnificent things with just his bare hands. Alex smiled a little. That all sounded like a cute little moment between... friends? acquaintances? didn't really matter. Or did it? Alex didn't know anything about the girls he mentioned, though Alex had heard that Evelyn was the type of girl to be brutally honest. "Why were they close to fighting?" She frowned. "Glad you were there, though. You've always been good at defusing situations. Aj always looks up to you for advice, and I can see why." She smiled again.

As Duke placed a hand on the small of her back, her entire body melted to his fingertips as he walked with her to the dining area. He just knew exactly how and where to touch her without realizing. To him, it was a gentle gesture, but to Alex, it felt like he had the power to control the shock of electricity that shot through her entire body from that one simple touch. Alex pulled her hair away from the back of her warm neck so it all draped over her right shoulder as she hid behind it a little as her eyes watched where her feet were moving. "Not the greatest Camp party either, huh? I mean usually I'm not a big partyer as it is but I still know when one's mind-blowingly amazing and just good."

Alex laughed as she looked at him, her hand holding her hair around the one side of her neck as she kept walking to the dining area with him. "Maybe you should have asked me to dance."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Greer Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Trinity Wallace Character Portrait: Wesley Preston Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Sylas Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Annie Lee Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Dimitri Costas Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Daniel Vadas Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Mateo Lopez Character Portrait: Areum Moon Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Raven Ackerman Character Portrait: Evelyn Masters Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

0.00 INK

ImageImage
STAFF ANNOUNCEMENT - ALARIC HART

ImageHe headed to the hall with a large bag over his shoulder prompting the camp attendees outside to follow him as he passed so he could make the announcement. Other staff patrolled the camp rounding the strays up or those that chose to slumber in their cabins.

Once he was burrowed in towards the back of the hall, he begun. "Excuse me." He cleared his throat. "Excuse me." Having little success to gain their focus that way, he whistled loudly, its sound easily carrying through the hall.
"Great. Now, it has come to my attention that the camp has been making ill on its promises to help harness and flourish your powers and provide exciting activity. So today, we play an extreme capture the flag. And yes it's mandatory that you participate. As elementary as that may sound, you need it. Welcome to camp. The teams will be split up in two.."

He cleared his throat and read from his list. "The Red Spartans: Alexandria, Andromeda, Dominick, McKenna, Ji-hyun, Sloane, Theo, Harleen, Finley, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, Elias, Nikoloas, Lise, Mason."

He looked up from his list expecting the groans to roll in but protesting would get them nowhere.

"The Blue Trojans: Ajax, Gwendolyn, Trinity, Wesley, Sylas, Annie, Seung-min, Emery, Dimitri, Duke, Keith, Isobel, Mateo, Areum, Raven and Evelyn."

"You die, you lose. You tap out, you lose. You get your color taken from you, you lose and come back to the hall and watch."
He dropped his bag with a grunt on a nearby table with a clatter. "Your colors are at your base. These are your weapons. You do not have to use a weapon, they will not be given to you. You can use your powers." He smirked a little. "Welcome to the Hunger Games." The reference to the gripping YA book probably went over at least half the camp attendants heads. Most didn't give reading the time of day, and those that did read probably didn't concern themselves with something so modernized, their noses either stuck in the air or buried in work of literature and ancient tales instead.
Alaric was mostly referring to the cornucopia aspect. The weapons would be scattered among the woods and there’s for the taking, most of which were right at the center of the woods, gleaming and beckoning to be taken in the crossfire.
The camp attendees could figure out for themselves that the pain they could experience would be no more than a phantom pain via the weapons, traps and beasts that the very gods themselves, and some demigods designed and helped set up.

It would be best to see them treat it as real as possible.

"Do not go for fatal blows on each other," he warned as the final and only rule. A demigod turning on another demigod that way was vicious and cruel, and Alaric as well as other staff had no tolerance for it. It had no place in their camp.
"There are currently some hostile beasts prowling the woods," he assured in case anyone was disheartened by the idea of no-fatality experience. However, their very jaws and beings were enchanted so when they clamped down on a demigod fatally, they'd be warped straight to the hall. "You have two minutes to get to the woods, get your colors on, hide your flag within these perimeters," he pointed to the map's red and blue colored area on opposite ends of each other -AKA their bases, "devise a plan and create a universal safe word if you have to."

"I hope you're all awake, because time starts now."

Image




M A S O NxxH U G H S O N
SPARTANS|HEX: #05105E || Outfit


Image "No offense taken. But with similar respect, the same could be said of a Hades child."
It was refreshing to come across someone so wise and Mason nodded with the statement to show, likewise, no offense was taken. "But, you can rest assured when I give someone my word, I follow through," Sylas added taking another grape from his bowl. "And I don't scare easily. I'm not frightened of a little bit of lightening."
Mason found himself nodding again and shrugging. Many would claim so. Jenn wasn't scared of lightening but the psycho bitch cut her head off. If you weren't scared of lightening and submissive to the spawns of Zeus they were particularly hostile because you didn't spoon-feed their massive egos.

"I think allies would be a more appropriate term. Friends aren't really in my wheel house. And no, I don't expect you to just trust me. Trust and friendship is earned... Not freely given."
"That it is."
Giving Sylas another look over Mason guessed they wouldn't evolve to such a stage. Keeping things business or as strictly allies would fit them both best. Worry of each other likely wouldn't come into the picture until after the Valises were gone. But who knew what the future held.

"Well, I mean we could simply just corner one of them... Stab stab. Job's done." Thankfully his lack of enthusiasm demonstrated that was among the most plain ideas and not a real one. "That lacks... Creativity, for lack of a better term. Sure, death is the end goal but we don't want it to be swift and merciful. It's more satisfying destroying someone, breaking them down and ruining them, root and stem."
What did he think Mason was doing? In addition to waiting for the right moment to present itself, he was trying some behind the scenes works.But he liked that Sylas liked the slower route. It was a bit more of a gamble but if it was a job done right, it would be most rewarding.
"I don't know how devious you are... But, I liked the idea of turning everyone they love against them."
Mason actually threw his hands up in the air and gestured to the hall. "Thank you! Finally someone gets it! I know I'm pretty but I haven't been spending my time doing my hair and flossing my teeth and solely thinking of ways to kill them." Mason hadn't exactly been targeting people they love to turn against them either, for the sheer fact that he couldn't even stand to be in radius of a Valis worshiper and they were harder to convert.
Actually, Mason was doing little in truth. He was just being a bit more social and charming and Alex already did the murdering. Mason did have one good asset though, however that was more an ace up the sleeve for him.

After a long moment in thought with his tongue pressed to his cheek, he spoke again. "I wouldn't mind dying to make a point. Providing old Pops brings me back." The camp needed to see the monsters under the surface. That it wasn't a one off thing. Like Sylas he wanted to ruin and bury their reputations and ruin the trust fellow demigods mistakenly placed in them. And sure, just to make it really burn, make their world collapse, turn the people they love against them.

Then, a staff member paced through the hall capturing Mason's attention. As he could have guessed, he was on a mission. Once he gathered everybody's attention, he laid out the task ahead.

It was in moments like so where Mason really had to reflect on his life choices, or certainly the choice of returning to camp and not killing Zeus's kids. Now he was teamed up with the one he despised most of all. At first he was consumed in hatred and distaste but eventually it evolved to a glimpse of opportunity. Extreme capture the flag meant full contact. In this case, it meant letting the demigods run wild like animals. Mason glanced back to Sylas. "Is the boy next door facade still staying on in the heat of competition?" He smirked and got up. Now was the time to see what those twins were made of that so easily slipped under the radar.

His legs carried him there automatically and he was in another head space entirely, even as he wrapped the band around his arm. Except when he had to tune in on the team speech, Mason supposed that might have been important. Important to feign attention in anyway as winning or losing didn't really matter to him. How many rematches could happen down the track, and what did winning really prove? That you had a good team and the right players? That they were lucky? Mason crossed his arms and waited for any outgoing brains to take initiative.



D U K ExxL O Y C E N
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit


ImageTwo minutes!? Duke paced off to what was temporarily known as the Blue Trojan's base. He wasn't going to hide the flag, leaving that duty instead to the likes of Ajax or better, Seung-min. He pulled a blue bandanna and wrapped it around his forearm.

Duke pressed his tongue to his cheek on his little over-eager team. The hype was good, but they needed a strategy implemented, especially when the opposing team had the likes of Lise and McKenna. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats. Harleen, she's quick, she's deft, you dont want your band taken off you without knowing you've even been touched. Likewise, Andy, military brat and witch, she'll be more confrontational and physical, keep your wits about you. Kalani can seduce you, stay focused. Adrianna, I've never seen her competitive side but I can guess she has one, and not to underestimate her."
He gestured to Mateo because the very same applied to him. Then again who wasn't a threat? He gave up. "Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though."
If there was an ambush, he’d prefer one teammate to go down and not a collective of them.
"Wes, Raven, Dimitri, Isobel cover the middle, please." Together the four made a disarming pair, and a protective one too if they accessed the right emotions and triggers, and powers of course.
"Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques." The four could get creative. Their gifts and applications were always a surprise and they weren't the type that urged an immediate threat. "Ajax, Trinity; they'll be expecting us. Let's not disappoint." They were probably the renowned biggest war-heads. Without them near the front line of battle, the opposition would get suspicious about their presence.
"Daniel -uh, Keith, stay as a line of defense. Gwendolyn, I think you'd make a strong offense but it depends where you want to go, you'd know where you're best kept. Annie, I think we need you to press forward too. Look after our assault team and stun some opponents. If that makes you uncomfortable, stay back with Keith."
Duke looked between the remainder of Areum and Mateo. The demigods whose attitude he most struggled to grasp. Daniel needed some help in defense, but he felt their usefulness could be better spent elsewhere. In the middle as both offensive and defensive forces.

Then he caught himself, swept up in heat of the moment. "That's my suggestion anyway," he said so the more sensitive didn't kick up a fuss about him taking lead on a strategy or 'ordering them around'. After all, he was no child of Athena or son of Zeus. "Anybody else got an idea?"



K E I T HxxM A D D E N
TROJANS|HEX: #8b9068 || Smart/Casual

ImageKeith tried not to be so evaluating and calculating of the new state of camp. It seemed to bustle with a few more energetic bodies than last year and definitely a few more brooding faces and vibes. He felt his heart sink in the knowledge that it'd be hard to make friends. There seemed so little room for the socially awkward and everybody else already had established their "clique".

Sometimes the camp could be exceptionally boring and dull, but that was something he simply had to endure like everyone else and hope the next day would be more rewarding. His degree of boredom would just be more though. His lips pressed in a line and he plucked out his earphones and shuffled through his phone for a tune that could ignite his soul. Keith smiled slightly when he found it. Some would argue it was a little too swaggerish for him but part of him really liked it and had a guilty pleasure listening to JT.

The son of Hecate traveled through camp territory for another year of learning and fighting evil, having to suppress the urge to walk in rhythmic bounces and pull some Michael Jackson move. He made his way to hall, typically the central congregation point of people, new and regular. That, plus some staff waved him over to and pointed to it.

Some larger species of male had bumped him. "Daniel," they said casually, but he was bowing to the ground to retrieve his glasses that were knocked down on impact. He carefully placed them back on the bridge of his nose, surprised to see the brute had actually taken to stop and staring. For a round two, he prayed not.
Keith slowly rose and for some time it seemed they just stared at each other. "I'm sorry," Keith said finally and spun on his heel to take an extended detour. It wasn't worth getting his teeth knocked out and he didn't want to cause any trouble. Keith had spent some time in the gym on his holidays and become a bit more solid in build, but it was nothing that girls would second look or enough to engage in a fist-fight confidently. The hall would still be there too. He wasn't missing anything.

When he slid into the hall an announcement was happening, and he shrunk into the wall then nestled into a corner and slowly pulled out his earplugs. An extreme mandatory capture the flag...what could go wrong. Inside, Keith wanted to die there and then or dissolve into a puddle. It was like high school P.E class and the untalented still had to participate even when no one really wanted them on the team, and they didn't really want to participate, and the teachers were the only ones that thought it was a good idea in the entire universe. He sighed out and was the first to exit the hall and make his way to blue base.

Duke started rattling off a plan, and while he was smart and confident and that was semi-contagious when it came to his plan, Keith was super insecure about being the last line of defense by guarding the base especially by his lonesome. That was enough pressure for him to develop a twitch and have a nervous breakdown. But externally, there was no more displayed than light levels of anxiety.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alexandria Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: Dominik Einarsson Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Sloane Astor Character Portrait: Adrianna Lockwood Character Portrait: Nikolaos King Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Ji-hyun Jin Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Finley Nguyen Character Portrait: Elias Stratos Character Portrait: Atticus Cohen

0.00 INK



Image
Image
T H E OXS M I T H
son of artemis
Team Red Spartans
Mood: Excited
Hex: #0000BF
Image
Just as Theo had turned his flirting with Gwen all the way up, one of the camp directors came through the door and explained how the game of capture the flag would work. He rolled his eyes as Gwen was not among his teammates. As the director finished, Theo's mind immediately started spinning with ideas as he grabbed a map from a table nearby . His eyes widened as he saw which side of camp his squad had. He cracked a slight smile. They had the water at their back over by the Poseidon cabins. As his mind surveyed the landmarks of the camp he had completely memorized, he knew there was a certain rock formation on the shore that a person could hide in. His idea involved hiding the flag in the rock crevice.

He looked around at his group. Surely the newer campers would look to the veterans to formulate a game plan considering their more extensive knowledge of camp and their experience in battle. That left it up to Theo, Mason, Andy, and Alex. Theo decided it would be good time for him to step up. Mason was definitely not the type to tell everyone what to do. Andy would probably go along with anything as long as her talents were properly utilized. Alex was a Zeus child, but Theo knew she trusted him. Theo liked the opportunity to step up, and he didn't doubt that Alex would allow it. She might do her own thing out there regardless of the plan, but Theo knew for sure she could handle herself.

With that Theo stepped into the middle of the awkward circle they had formed as they got out of ear shot of the other team. "Okay, so here is what I am thinking. We have the shore on our side. Finley, you know that rock formation out by the cabin with the crevice surrounded by the taller rocks? I think we could hide the flag there. You could pull the tide out the the formation to make it even more complicated to search around there. After the flag is hidden, we need attackers and defenders. Dominick, I think you should stay back and help Finley defend the flag for sure. You could even hard freeze the water in the crevice with the flag in the very middle of the ice. That would buy us some time even if they manage to get to the flag because they would have to get it out of the ice.

Ji-Hyun, Sloane, Atticus, Adrianna, Kalani, and Nik... you guys should stay back on this side to defend. My best idea would be for you guys to pair off. This way if anyone gets in a sticky situation they always have someone to help them out. The longer we keep as many people in the game as we can, the better off we are. Two more of you should probably stay close by the flag with Dom and Fin, but the others pairs should post up somewhere else on their natural path to the flag. Think of an alert system and communicate with each other back here. As the game closes in on the flag you guys can work your way back. Right now try to defend the territory as a whole and knock a few people out. I can almost guarantee you Ajax, Duke, and Trinity are coming this way. Be ready. I'm not sure who else will be attacking though.

Andy, Alex, McKenna, Harleen, Elias, Mason, Lise, and myself would probably be best as attackers. I think we should probably go in pairs too. Think about who could complement you well. Elias I think I'd like to pair with you. I can go from high place to high place covering your back as you control things in close range on the ground. We should all spread out and canvas the area, looking for the flag, and trying to knock out their defenders. We need a signal too in case someone finds the flag or gets in trouble. Harleen, do your thing. Make their heads spin and if you have a run at the flag then get some cover and go for it. Lise and Mason... the two of you are probably the sneakiest of all of us. Try to pair up with someone aggressive who can cover you. When we find the flag, we need to go all in after the thing while the two of you try to slip in and slip away with the flag. Everyone else, let's put on a show. I think we have the better team here. Be patient. If we can knock several of their players out early, we will be in great shape. Be cautious with who you get into a fight with though. We need everyone out there as long as possible. Have fun. Stay focused. Be smart. Play to your strengths. If you can manipulate their minds, use that. If you can fight it our or shoot it out like me, use those things too. Remember, snatching their band might be easier than winning a fight. I think we can really win this thing. Anyone got any ideas for signals or anything else?"


Theo took a deep breath and looked around at his comrades for the day, satisfied with his plan, trying to judge if everyone else was too. He kept a positive tone, and he tried to make sure he didn't sound like a dictator.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Keun Seung-min Character Portrait: Emery St. John Character Portrait: Lise Moulin Character Portrait: Isobel Logan

0.00 INK

Image
Image Image Image
xxxM C K E N N A x K O V A Č E V I Ćxxxx #79A696 x
Image
McKenna raised an eyebrow when the names of the people on her team were listed off, but didn't comment on it. The blonde sighed softly, standing up and heading to where the rest of the so-called "Spartans" were grouping up.

A man with dirty blonde hair took charge, speaking up as soon as the team were outside of the other team's earshot. "Okay, so here is what I am thinking. We have the shore on our side. Finley, you know that rock formation out by the cabin with the crevice surrounded by the taller rocks? I think we could hide the flag there. You could pull the tide out the the formation to make it even more complicated to search around there. After the flag is hidden, we need attackers and defenders. . . . Andy, Alex, McKenna, Harleen, Elias, Mason, Lise, and myself would probably be best as attackers. I think we should probably go in pairs too. Think about who could complement you well. Elias, I think I'd like to pair with you. I can go from high place to high place covering your back as you control things in close range on the ground. We should all spread out and canvas the area, looking for the flag, and trying to knock out their defenders."

McKenna herself didn't care too much for teamwork, or this game in general, but she supposed she could make some effort and not act like a useless piece of jello. At first thought, McKenna decided to go solo; however, she wasn't exactly the best combatant, despite her fire powers.

"Hey," she called out to Lise insouciantly. "Wanna pair up?"
Image
Image Image Image
xxxK E U N x S E U N G - M I Nxxxx #149f96 x
Image
Before the redhead could respond, the bustling conversations were interrupted by a loud whistle. After the announcement, Seung-min turned back to Isobel, grinning sheepishly.

"Guess we gotta go do this capture-the-flag thing," he said cheerfully, getting up from his seat. "C'mon, let's go."

Seung-min, with the typical bounce to his step, approached where the other Trojans were gathering as Duke began to speak. "We need defenders, attackers and maybe a mid-field. We also need to consider our biggest threats . . . Take out the Spartans brains, healers and manipulators first, then deal with the brutes. They probably think we're a confrontational side too, that we're going in with guns blazing, but let's try to be a little more subtle. Travel in pairs if you can. Not attached at the hip though . . . Emery, Seung-min, Sylas and Evelyn, you're our secret weapons. Aim for the Spartan's flag. Avoid the heat of the battle if you can, use evasive or defensive techniques."

Seung-min grinned; he saw no problem with the plan, and his role would definitely play to his strengths. Sylas and Evelyn left on their own, leaving behind the Korean boy and Emery behind. "Do you want to pair up?" the brunette proposed, taking the words right out of Seung-min's mouth. "If you can transport people we could move fairly quickly - and I'm good with a weapon so I could cover you. Provided we find any weapons. Well. Even if I can't get one, I can heal and I'm good at tracking. It might not be hard to find their flag if we can look at how they're defending and find the center. And be fast, of course."

She began heading towards the woods, walking backwards so she was still facing Seung-min. "So what say you and I get out of this place and go defeat some demigods?"

Seung-min grinned his usual boxy grin. "You got it," he cheered, following his partner. "Let's go kick some Spartan ass."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Theo Smith Character Portrait: Kalani Alana Character Portrait: Lise Moulin

0.00 INK

Image
Image
━━━━━━━━━━━━ LISE MOULIN
xXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX i’m kissing you now — across
the gap of a thousand years

Image
Lise listened to Theo's ideas with a bemused pout, nodding along in agreement.

The suggestion that she play attack was admittedly less ideal, and she barely stifled a grimace before continuing with her supportive nods of agreement. In all honestly, Lise had always been a creature of brain, not brawn, and she doubted her experience in fencing would be much use here.

More so, attacking required effort, which... wasn't something that Lise was especially prone to nor fond of exerting.

Regardless, she clapped her hands in congratulatory approval following Theo's speech.

"Not bad, Robin Hood. Couldn't have come up with a better strategy myself," She cooed, pairing the compliment with a self-indulgent smirk that clearly insinuated otherwise.

She was a daughter of Athena, after all.

But again, effort.

Kalani's comment inspired a small, genuine smile, and Lise felt strangely prideful in knowing that the daughter of Aphrodite was determined to make herself useful even in a competition that focused largely on physicality and brawn. 'Twas, it seemed, yet another thing to admire in someone Lise had long since already determined was unendingly charming.

She did not have opportunity to compliment Ani, however, before she was approached quite unexpectedly by McKenna. Lise's brows rose questioningly, and her signature smirk returned to her lips. Her fingers pressed to her clavicle in a mock "who, me?" gesture as she responded airily, "Me? How flattering."

Walking past McKenna towards the wood, expecting the blonde to follow, Lise smiled back over her shoulder at her teammates.

"Oh, and guys, please try not to die. Odds are two to one, against us, apparently, and you know what that means." Her left thumb and forefinger rubbed pointedly together, and she shot them a suggestive wink.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ajax Valis Character Portrait: Mason Hughson Character Portrait: Andromeda Bolton Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Harleen Theodos Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Lise Moulin

0.00 INK

Image
Hades | HEX: #05105E || Outfit

Image The most sickening part was Ajax pretending to know him. Even when he was deliriously wrong. He really had no idea what had happened to others over the year, including Mason helping his father in the Underworld. And 'as a brother', maybe he should have imagined looking at Alex's killer every day. Stupid prick.

Mason's eyes trailed after Andy walking out of the hall. He had half a mind to accompany her or at least say thank you but it seemed like a bad idea. Right now she probably needed space with too many raw emotions. He wanted to hug her, tell her things were okay and even that Ajax didn't mean to be so harsh and cold towards her. But he sat there in silence instead waiting for the next evicted player to torment.
If either of the pair were in a better mood, Mason might have taunted her that she could get smacked around by a minotaur, giant, stone men, hell, even Hades, but she let some sharp words from Ajax knock her down instead. But the truth was that bothered him. Granted, Mason wasn't the nicest guy on the block but he knew how to treat a girlfriend.

Some time passed and he found sitting in the hall alone was a bore, however, Mason knew it was better than being on the field. There, things could only get worse. He crossed his arms on the table and rested his chin upon them. Maybe a nap would be more beneficial. And if a raging child of Zeus decided to attack him in a vulnerable state then at least his point would be made.




D U K ExxL O Y C E N
TROJANS | HEX:#780707 | Outfit


Image Teleportation. Great. He cursed to himself as Harley got away. She was out of sight but definitely not out of mind. Duke had assumed she was someone to talk her time out but it seemed she wasn't feeling conversational enough, or him, stern enough . However, the silver lining was learning from his mistakes. It was almost good in a way to misjudge her capabilities and personality. Good for her anyway...

Duke continued marching onward, encountering a trap or two laid out in the battlefield by a well-hidden trigger plate, and truly he admired the setup to some degree. Something worth tipping his hat to: Beasts, traps, teamwork, opponent demigods, a great challenge all-in-all.

These thoughts and little admirations preoccupied Duke until he spotted trouble. More specifically a duo. Lise and McKenna. Maybe he could take one at a time, but both seemed a high-demand. McKenna could take his fire blows for Lise and Lise could turn invisible while he battled his sister. Lise was an expert in strategy; the map, calculation and conclusion quickly drawn from her. Add McKenna's own smarts to the mix and it was safe to say the situation looked grim.
"Congratulations girls, you make quite the team,"
he admitted. Duke slowly rose his hands in the air in surrender and dropped to his knees. The Trojan band was theirs to take.
Come on, Lise, feed your ego. Duke was ready, even if it was McKenna that approached, he knew his only chance was to grab at that moment of weakness and strike fast.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: McKenna Kovačević Character Portrait: Duke Loycen Character Portrait: Lise Moulin

0.00 INK

ImageImageImageImage L I S E & M C K E N N A
b1bad8 & 79A696


XXAs Lise and McKenna strode side by side through the brush, Lise pondered their partnership. More specifically, she pondered her partner. Peering at the blonde at the edge of her vision, Lise broke what had previously been a decidedly silent wander.

XX“So, what’s your deal?”

XXShe smiled sheepishly, “Like, everyone here seems to have a deal. Some tragic backstory, or life-changing, destiny-forming event.”

XXLeaning down, she pulled a rapier from its hidden place beneath the fallen leaves. She weighed it in her hand, smiling in satisfaction.

XXMcKenna had raised an eyebrow at the sudden question - people usually didn’t care to inquire about her past. Nonetheless, she wasn’t the type of person who’d be closed off from talking about it.

XX“Nothing much,” McKenna said offhandedly. “I grew up in a Serbian orphanage in Kragujevac, and was grouped in the same unit as two deaf people and someone with ADHD. Stuff happened, someone took me away, and I came here. What about you?”

XXLise shrugged, wearing a wan smile.

XX“Me? Oh, nothing exciting. Paris, born and raised. Shortly after I learnt to speak, Dad realised I was a highkey genius, and pretended that I got it from him to feed his ego. But I went off the rails a little bit in high school- teenage rebellion, and all that. He, uh... wasn’t a fan. I messed up pretty badly at this one house party, so he sent me here.”

XXPressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, she smiled wryly.

XX”I’m not gonna lie- my whole life reeks of privilege.”

XX“I can tell,” McKenna said bluntly. “But it’s stupid to judge a person’s character based off of their financial background. Rich kids can be humble and poor kids can be lazy as fuck. Although I would not call you a humble person, I wouldn’t hate you just because you were privileged and I wasn’t.”

XXLise let out a bark of laughter, “I'm touched.”

XXSuddenly, Lise paused, and her eyes narrowed. Raising her hand, she gestured for McKenna to stop.

XX“Wait- there’s someone coming.”

XXMoments after speaking, a familiar face appeared through the foliage.

XX“Dukey Dearest, how you doin’?”

XX“Congratulations, girls. You make quite the team.”

XXAs Duke dropped to his knees, Lise’s left brow rose in response. Just as quickly, however, she smirked, wandering over to him with her typical swagger. As she reached down to take his band, she shot him a smug smile.

XX“How accommodating.”

XXDuke’s movements were lightning fast, as he twisted around suddenly, his leg sweeping to catch Lise’s feet, and send her tumbling to the ground.

XXOr, at least, such was what would have happened. Instead, however, Lise’s expression remained just as smug, her form unshaken as his leg passed right through her. Raising her now-solidified right foot, she kicked Duke hard in the shoulder, catching his band with the edge of her recently acquired rapier. She then turned back to McKenna, waving the makeshift flag with a suitably victorious grin.

XX“Well, that was fast,” McKenna stated dryly. “Sorry, brother - gotta get back to the hall.”

XXSmiling, Lise plucked the band from her swordpoint, and tucked it into her back pocket. Shooting Duke a final smile, she looked to McKenna, and pointed her rapier towards the forest ahead of her.

XX“Allon-sy!”