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Mr. Dionysus
Aka
The God of Wine
-Just the Adult Supervison-

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L a c i Doriana G r a v e s

● call me Lace or Laci.

● i have 17 pretty candles on my birthday cake.

● but i'm 5'3'' if that helps.

● pictures? there are just too many to count, just don't post them on the internet.

Wanna know more?

● yeah, I was born a girl, but a bit of a tomboy.

● but that doesn't mean that i can't be like guys anyways.

● i want it so bad. order, poetry, music, warm but not too hot, taking it easy.

● dude, get that away from me! arrogant boys, bitchy girls, depressing people, storms, darkness, things that smell bad.

● My godly parent is Apollo.

● Not to mention some pretty wicked powers like being able to glow in the darkness, having random dreams with prophecies, being a good shot with a bow and arrow, having above average body heat when I'm distressed, angry, or scared. .

● My weapon of choice is Bow and Arrow of course.


● and you should check out that song and then watch me move.

Technicalities

● sometimes Dark orange just speaks to me.

O h h R i l e y

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Cabin Number Twelve looks like a mini Italian villa that you'd find in rolling hills dedicated to growing grapes. It has a tiled roof and tan walls, and tons of grape vines grow up its walls. Inside, a fresh breeze that smells of grapes and a more sour smell - wine - comes through the open windows. The floor is dirt and grape vines climb the walls on the inside too, with fat clusters of purple and green grapes that can be picked off the vine. The beds are simple wooden bunks with plain purple sheets. At the back of the cabin is a tan-colored soda fountain that serves all types of beverages, including wine, restricted from Mr. D and underage drinkers

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{Hi! My Name Is}
>Kent Anthony Thorn<


{You Can Call Me}
>Kenny or just plain Kent<

{My True Self}
>Boy<

{My Special Day!}
>11/09<

{I Go For This}
>Girls, but if I'm drunk enough, maybe a guy<

{My Life As I Know It}
>Kent grew up in a very well off family. Well, his dad was really well off, and his series of stepmothers thought it was hot. Of course, his dad was some what of a womanizer, and this rubbed off on the little boy. Kent was then fixed of that by a very strict nanny, who pretty much taught the boy that women are higher beings than men and should be giving the up most respect. This strained the father son relationship, but Kent and his dad were always able to get along, even though pops would sometimes go on long business trips, but he called at least once a day. Msotly cause Kent was the one making sure his mother of the moment wasn't being shady with his dad's money. Since Kent never did too well in the private or public schools he went to, when he was in 4th grade, dear ole dad just hired a home tutor, one who would be able to handle off Kent's needs, the dislexia, the ADHD. And soon, Kent was close to over coming it. Well, the dislexia part. He can now figure out how to read, and can at least sit down long enough to finish a test. Which his dad thought was good enough. But soon, monsters would attack the house, though it took the monsters several tries to get through the houses top rated security before it got to him. And then, his battle instincts kick in and he destroyed the monster/burglar. After that, he and his dad had to have a man-to-man talk. Not the sex talk, nooo. Kent's father had to let Kent know just who his other real parent was. That summer, the summer of his thirteenth birthday, was Kent's first summer at Camp half-blood.<

{This Is Me!}
>Kent is a determined young fella. Once he has his mind set on something, he is going to walk through the underworld if has to see it through. Normally he's a pretty nice guy, really respectful to women, and somewhat doubtful of the typical gross guy. He's rather tidy, and gets kinda OCD about how his room looks or how clean his body is. But he can be the night owl too, sleeping in till noon, and staying up till the wee hours of the morning. <

{The Negative Side}
>Kent hates monsters, being called 'pretty boy', slobs, stingy people, people who use big words he doesn't know, Brussels sprouts, most sports, feeling weak, being talked down to, and being rejected by girls when proses just being friends aside from going out. <

{The Positive Side}
>Hanging out with girls, any sort of baked sweet thing, video games, B rated movies, sleeping in and staying up late, fighting, the movie 'fight club', gummy worms, and audio books. <

{Something That May Surprise You!}
>This Part will be filled out after you have been chosen by your parent. Here is where you will put your "special" abilities. (Like how Percy heals in water, etc.) <

{The Puppet Master}
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{Salmon}
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Mirror Image:

They call me:
{ Juniper }

Did you know that I'm a:
{ Tree nymph}

I've been around for:
{ awhile >and I was born on< April fourth }

Guess what? I can:
{ Running fast! Hiding in my brush, living as long as the plant I'm too does }

If only...
{ I could go one day with out worrying that Grover is out there somewhere in danger of being eaten, smashed, killed, or worse.... Seduced by a prettier Nymph }

Would you like to know more about my life?
{ Well, I was born and then tied to a Juniper plant, which is now my name sake. I would often watch all the campers go by, not really talking to too many since I preferred }

Roar! I can be:
{ Jealous, a worry wart, and loyal. But I always stick to my man and I'm really Loyal to those I trust }

I just can't stand it!
{ Fire, Litter bugs, Mean people, prettier nymphs flirting with Grover }

I just can stay away from it~
{ Grover, Nature, butterflies, music, peaceful things }

My Puppeteer:
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You know me as:
{ Olive }

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Mirror Image:
Name: Aphrodite
Gender: Lady
Age: Why does it matter? It doesn't show~
Location: LA Califorina
Quote: "The harder and more difficult the love is, the better!"

About Me: "Foam-arisen" Aphrodite was born of the sea foam near Paphos, Cyprus after Cronus cut off Ouranos' genitals and threw them behind him into the sea, while the Erinyes emerged from the drops of blood. Hesiod's Theogony described that the genitals "were carried over the sea a long time, and white foam arose from the immortal flesh; with it a girl grew" to become Aphrodite. Aphrodite floated in on a scallop shell. When she arose, she was hailed as "Cyprian," and is referred to as such often, especially in the poetic works of Sappho. This myth of a fully mature Venus (the Roman name for Aphrodite), Venus Anadyomene ("Venus Rising From the Sea" wink was one of the iconic representations of Aphrodite, made famous in a much-admired painting by Apelles, now lost, but described in the Natural History of Pliny the Elder.
Petra tou Romiou, Aphrodite's legendary birthplace in Paphos, Cyprus.

Thus Aphrodite is of an older generation than Zeus.

In Homer, Aphrodite, venturing into battle to protect her son, Aeneas, is wounded by Diomedes and returns to her mother, to sink down at her knee and be comforted. "Dione" seems to be an equivalent of Rhea, the Earth Mother, whom Homer has relocated to Olympus, and refers to a hypothesized original Proto-Indo-European pantheon, with the chief male god (Di-) represented by the sky and thunder, and the chief female god (feminine form of Di-) represented as the earth or fertile soil.

Aphrodite's chief center of worship remained at Paphos, on the south-western coast of Cyprus, where the goddess of desire had been worshipped from the early Iron Age as Ishtar and Ashtaroth. It was said that, as Kythereia, she first tentatively came ashore at Cythera,[16] a stopping place for trade and culture between Crete and the Peloponesus. Thus perhaps we have hints of the track of Aphrodite's original cult from the Levant to mainland Greece.

Aphrodite had no childhood: in every image and each reference she is born adult, nubile, and infinitely desirable. Aphrodite, in many of the late anecdotal myths involving her, is characterized as vain, ill-tempered and easily offended. Though she is one of the few gods of the Greek Pantheon to be actually married, she is frequently unfaithful to her husband. Hephaestus is one of the most even-tempered of the Hellenic deities; in the narrative embedded in the Odyssey Aphrodite seems to prefer Ares, the volatile god of war. She is one of a few characters who played a major part in the original cause of the Trojan War itself: not only did she offer Helen of Sparta to Paris, but the abduction was accomplished when Paris, seeing Helen for the first time, was inflamed with desire to have her—which is Aphrodite's realm.

Due to her immense beauty, Zeus was frightened that she would be the cause of violence between the other gods. He married her off to Hephaestus, the dour, humorless god of smithing. In another version of this story, Hera, Hephaestus' mother, had cast him off Olympus; deeming him ugly and deformed. His revenge was to trap her in a magic throne, and then to demand Aphrodite's hand in return for Hera's release. Hephaestus was overjoyed at being married to the goddess of beauty and forged her beautiful jewelry, including the cestus, a girdle that made her even more irresistible to men. Her unhappiness with her marriage caused Aphrodite to seek out companionship from others, most frequently Ares, but also Adonis.

Aphrodite figures as a secondary character in the Tale of Eros and Psyche, which first appeared as a digressive story told by an old woman in Lucius Apuleius' novel, The Golden a**, written in the second century A.D.. In it Aphrodite was jealous of the beauty of a mortal woman named Psyche. She asked Eros to use his golden arrows to cause Psyche to fall in love with the ugliest man on earth. Eros agreed, but then fell in love with Psyche on his own, by accidentally pricking himself with a golden arrow.

Meanwhile, Psyche's parents were anxious that their daughter remained unmarried. They consulted an oracle who told them she was destined for no mortal lover, but a creature that lived on top of a particular mountain, that even the gods themselves feared. Eros had arranged for the oracle to say this. Psyche was resigned to her fate and climbed to the top of the mountain. She told the townsfolk that followed her to leave and let her face her fate on her own. There, Zephyrus, the west wind, gently floated her downwards. She entered a cave on the appointed mountain, surprised to find it full of jewelry and finery. Eros visited her every night in the cave and they made passionate love; he demanded only that she never light any lamps because he did not want her to know who he was (having wings made him distinctive). Her two sisters, jealous of Psyche, convinced her that her husband was a monster, and she should strike him with a dagger. So one night she lit a lamp, but recognizing Eros instantly, she dropped her dagger. Oil spilled from the lamp onto his shoulder, awaking him, and he fled, saying "Love cannot live where there is no trust!"
Aphrodite Ourania, draped rather than nude, and with her foot resting on a tortoise (Musée du Louvre).

When Psyche told her two jealous elder sisters what had happened, they rejoiced secretly and each separately walked to the top of the mountain and did as Psyche described her entry to the cave, hoping Eros would pick them instead. Eros was still heart broken and did not pick them and they fell to their deaths at the base of the mountain.

Psyche searched for her love across much of Greece, finally stumbling into a temple to Demeter, where the floor was covered with piles of mixed grains. She started sorting the grains into organized piles and, when she finished, Demeter spoke to her, telling her that the best way to find Eros was to find his mother, Aphrodite, and earn her blessing. Psyche found a temple to Aphrodite and entered it. Aphrodite assigned her a similar task to Demeter's temple, but gave her an impossible deadline to finish it by. Eros intervened, for he still loved her, and caused some ants to organize the grains for her. Aphrodite was outraged at her success and told her to go to a field where deadly golden sheep grazed and get some golden wool. Psyche went to the field and saw the sheep but was stopped by a river-god, whose river she had to cross to enter the field. He told her the sheep were mean and vicious and would kill her, but if she waited until noontime, the sheep would go into the shade on the other side of the field and sleep; she could pick the wool that stuck to the branches and bark of the trees. Psyche did so and Aphrodite was even more outraged at her survival and success.

Finally, Aphrodite claimed that the stress of caring for her son, depressed and ill as a result of Psyche's unfaithfulness, had caused her to lose some of her beauty. Psyche was to go to Hades and ask Persephone, the queen of the underworld, for a bit of her beauty in a black box that Aphrodite gave to Psyche. Psyche walked to a tower, deciding that the quickest way to the underworld would be to die. A voice stopped her at the last moment and told her a route that would allow her to enter and return still living, as well as telling her how to pass the three-headed dog Cerberus, Charon and the other dangers of the route. She was to not lend a hand to anyone in need. She baked two barley cakes for Cerberus, and took two coins for Charon. She pacified Cerberus with the barley cake and paid Charon to take her to Hades. On the way there, she saw hands reaching out of the water. A voice told her to toss a barley cake to them. She refused. Once there, Persephone said she would be glad to do Aphrodite a favor. She once more paid Charon, and gave the other barley cake to Cerberus.

Psyche left the underworld and decided to open the box and take a little bit of the beauty for herself, thinking that if she did so Eros would surely love her. Inside was a "Stygian sleep" which overtook her. Eros, who had forgiven her, flew to her body and wiped the sleep from her eyes, then begged Zeus and Aphrodite for their consent to his wedding of Psyche. They agreed and Zeus made her immortal. Aphrodite danced at the wedding of Eros and Psyche, and their subsequent child was named Pleasure, or (in the Roman mythology) Voluptas.



Who I’d Like to Meet: Marylin monroe

Interests: Drama, young love, forbidden love, any love, pretty thing, hot men, punishing those who think they are better than me, birds, make up, making myself happy

Music: Secondhand Serenade, Owl City, Iron and Wine

Film: As of right now, PS I love you is my favorite movie.

TV: Degrassi: the Next generation. Cause it goes there/i]

Books: Steamy dirty girl book~.

Heroes: Brad Pitt. Just cause he's so 'loving'

Status: I'm married but... Who wants to limit themselves?

Hometown: the sea foam near Paphos. Id where I was created

Favorite Drink: Water, for it healthy and makes your skin glow

Body Type:Perfect

Occupation: God of love, intercourse, and beauty

Education: Please, I've been alive forever. We get bored sometimes.. I'm working on me Second Master's Degree

Puppet Master: A n d l e z

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{Hi! My Name Is}
>Rian Ian Morrison<


{You Can Call Me}
>Rian<

{My True Self}
>Male<

{My Special Day!}
>8/11/1991<

{I Go For This}
>Girls<

{My Life As I Know It}
>Little is known about Rian and his sister. All anyone really knows is that they were in an orphanage for a long time until the hunters found Millie, convinced her to join them, and then informed Rian of Camp half blood, where he lives year round.<

{This Is Me!}
>Quiet and shy. Rian, although a big strong and scary looking dude, is actually the biggest sweet heart you'll ever meet. He doesn't like to fight unless it's to protect someone or something, and he has a secret passion for animal that is small, cute, and fluffy. It is quiet easy to take advantage of the large boy, since he is very trusting and always gives anyone the benefit of the doubt. <

{The Negative Side}
>Fighting, hurting people, <

{The Positive Side}
>Things you Like<

{Something That May Surprise You!}
>This Part will be filled out after you have been chosen by your parent. Here is where you will put your "special" abilities. (Like how Percy heals in water, etc.) <

{The Puppet Master}
> Your Gaia Name <

{Your True Color}
>Your text color code for posting<

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{Hi! My Name Is}
>Mildrid Lu anne Morrison<

{You Can Call Me}
>Millie ot Mills <

{My Special Day!}
>8/11/1991<

{Address Me As}
>Secondary Captain<

{How I Became Immortal!}
> All that is really known, is that one day the Hunters helped Millie and her brother out of a pickle and somehow persuaded her to join them. Since then, she has been a good Hunter, moving up a few ranks but not having too much power, but tends to miss her big oaf of a brother. Since Artimes understands what it's like to feel the need to take care of her brother, she is sometimes allowed to visit the camp alone, to check up on him. She was the fine age of 16 when she joined the hunters, and shall remain that way forever more unless she breaks her oath, or dies at the hand of battle. The reason she became a hunter has something to do with her being frustrated with always attracting scummy guys who just wanted to touch her boobies. No thanks<

{Why I Signed Up!}
>age 16.<

{This Is Me!}
>Extreme know it all. Millie is never, ever wrong. No matter what. She could tell you the sky was purple and will not listen to any logic. Though she really isn't that dumb, she actually has a good enough head on her shoulders to also never claim something she isn't sure about. Millie is very much so a mother hen, in fact, it's a wonder she eve agreed to join the hunters considering she feels that her brother needs her constant attention<

{The Negative Side}
>Perverts, grapes, purple food, hairspray, pop music, heels, anime<

{The Positive Side}
>Books on tape, daisy dukes, her brother, Heroes, old school comic books<

{Weapon of Choice}
>Tracker.<

{The Puppet Master}
> A n d l e z <

{Your True Color}
>lightgrey<

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L e s l e y Miranda B i a n c h i

● call me Lesley.

● i have 21 crazy lil candles on my birthday cake.

● but i'm (Height) if that helps.

● pictures? knew you couldn't get enough of me, just don't post them on the internet.

Not a care in the world, but got plenty of Beer

● yeah, I was born a Gal.

● but that doesn't mean that i can't be into boys.

● i want it so bad. Music● Dancing● Cheetah print ●Parties ●Fashion● Sex .

● dude, get that away from me! Lectures ●Snobs ● People with a 'mightier than thou' attitude.

● My secret guilty pleasure is I adore Kittens.

● and you should check out that song Tik Tok- by this Beautiful ladt.

Technicalities

● sometimes #1b3e74 just speaks to me.

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