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 Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:50 pm
I had a period of absense after I'd become Ares, but I'm willing to retry out.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 10:27 pm
  THIS GOES συτ TO ANYONE LISTENING Realizing one of your parents just didn’t care ‘bout you and ran away, realizing that the parent that ran away was a whore, being chased by monsters, and not being able to stand still. That’s what role I fit into this hell of a place we call society. What role exactly is it, you ask? Well, I’m your good ol’ demigod trying to survive that ran around the country looking for a dump that calls itself a camp with a goat boy that likes to stalk me. Yeah, you heard me. I said demigod. It means that one of my parents was mortal and the other one was a god who likes to fill the role of the running away and being a whore as stated above. And not like the Christian god, but more of a Greek god like Zeus, Poseidon, and Aides. Weird, huh? Anyways, I guess I should introduce myself before I sound like a wacko. My name is Nethuns Michael Flight. Though, who in their right mind would go out in public with a name like Nethuns? Not me, that’s for sure so I just try to go by Nathan, but call me anything you like. Trust me, it’s honestly okay if you do. I mean I’ve been called f**, queer, and a whole lot of other stuff so I really don’t care. So yeah, now you know I’m gay. But who can’t resist hot guys, especially ones with deep, light green eyes, a smile filled with joy, an anorexic body, soft and smooth long brown hair, a brain that is smarter than yours, and just a loving personality? A normal person, that’s who. Though, dating is kind of an issue for me cause I haven’t come out of the closet yet. Or at least it is until a couple of months when I turn eighteen. Freedom baby! That’s what I’m takin’ ‘bout!
Alright fine, I’ll describe to you what I look like! But I swear, you must be blind like Plutus to even ask that question. First of all, I’m Caucasian, not Asian people! I have no Asian blood in me and will never have so please just cut that idea out of your mind, please. It gets freaking annoying to hear that every single day. My body? I’m anorexic so what do you think my body is going to look like, some old pile of fat? Hell no! I’m boney and skinny. Your typical women’s model body some people say I have, not knowing if it’s a complement or not. I’m approximately five feet and six inches tall. Normally that’d be short for a man, but in southern Louisiana, that’s the average height. My weight shifts around between ninety pounds to one hundred and ten pounds. No I didn’t diet. Screw fruit, vegetables, and excising. That right there is what drinking nothing but root beer and snacking on nothing but cookies gets you. And to go well with my tanned skin, I got nice thick, dark brown hair. It’s usually messy, but I really don’t care. The wind usually makes everyone else’s hair messy so it all evens out. And occasionally, my hair blocks people from seeing my eyes that are like a jade kind of shade…? Ah, who really cares anyways? It’s not like eye color determines who my parent is since gods don’t have DNA, right…?
You know what would make my day? Well, yeah getting a guy like I mentioned at the beginning but I mean more of a material kind of object or other things that respond to my senses like listening to Vocaloid music just ‘cause it’s filled with random stuff and awesomeness or being wrapped in many layers of blankets to make up for not wearing a jacket outside on a hot, humid summer’s day. Something ‘bout the intense heat just makes me happy and more comfortable. Reason is unknown, but if I had to guess, it'd probably be so I will be able to enjoy the summer wind softly brushing against your face. I love hanging around girls, mostly ‘cause I can just be my stupid, insane, but love-able self around them. I guess I could call myself “artistic”. I don’t draw that much but apparently when I do, everyone is like in awe, which if you ask me is kinda awkward to be the center of attention. I’m a “thief”, I’ll admit it too. I steal stuff from my friends, the price ranging from maybe one cent to thirty bucks. Sadly though, it’s in my nature to show off my skills and make them notice I stole their flash drive, money, pencils and pens, books, and other stuff. Hehe.. Man, that’s one major drawback, I tell you. Also, I hate the cold, autumn and winter wind. I just always get freezing cold, no matter how much layers of clothing and blankets I have. Oh, and you know those people who always ruin fun? Yeah, I hate them too. Anybody who’s a stick in the mud must go. Sorry, but it’s the truth. Eh… What else do I hate? Oh yeah, war and fights. I just ain’t a fighting guy, I’m a pacifist even if I’m chased by monsters to become their next meal. And the last two are probably a given, but I hate it when I can’t get my sleep and I hate uncomfortable silences.
Oh goody, it’s history. Just ‘cause it’s ‘bout me doesn’t mean I don’t like it people so let’s try and keep this short and simple, ‘k? Alright so I was born on June fourth in the good ol’ city of Lafayette, Louisiana. The weather? The same weather as usual, don’t know why it’s such a big deal? It’s not like it was hurricane season yet and tornados don’t usually come around at that time either.. Right when I was born, I was given to foster parents, not even knowing one thing ‘bout my real ones. Sad right? Okay, not really. Parents are just too… ugh. ‘Nough said. Well, so I’m living this false life and then I realize I got ADHD. Wahoo! Not. Me and my sarcastic comments. Anyways, when I was like eight or nine, things became weird and I definitely realized something was up. At school during recess, a dog had escaped into the schoolyard and began chasing after me. Of course, my first reaction is to go out and pet it, but it snapped back, almost biting my hand and tearing it right off. When that happened, I ran. Not just ran but ran fast. Teachers all around started to take large branches off the ground and beat the pup up until the animal control thingy came. After a couple of years later, I soon realized what exactly it was, a hellhound. So years passed, and everything became normal again, or as much as it could become normal should I say. I still have dreams of that last event and chasing after guys wasn’t exactly normal.
On my seventeenth birthday, I got a special birthday present. Or was it the other way around? I don’t know, but then again, what do I know? Nothing but that’s not the point yet. When I came back from the book store, my foster mom’s voice had came from the kitchen telling me the usual stuff mums always say and ask. There was something that was not right though, I just knew it. After thinking ‘bout it for awhile, I soon realized it couldn’t possibly be my mother. Why? She was still at work. Simple as that. I took a quick peek in the kitchen to see what was going on only to see a huge man hovering over a huge boiling pot that seemed to be to hot for any human to get that close to. And as I looked closer, I soon realized it had one eye, not two. A Cyclops had been imitating my mom and was planning to probably eat a yummy, boney half-blood. The monster soon looked up at me when I gasped at what was going to happen and a smile perched upon it’s face. One foot at a time, it started to inch closer slowly. Was it because of how much the dude weighed or was it to enjoy the fear appearing on my face? Or was it both? Either way, I was done for. The Cyclops licked it’s lips as it started to wrap me in chains, ready to start cooking me just when the goat boy, name Michael ironically, had started to play it’s flute looking instrument, I think called a pan flute. The Cyclops started to be covered with wood and slowly became a tree. How did my folks react to that when they got home, I have no idea, but I knew I probably shouldn’t stick around thinking of an explanation and apparently Michael agreed with me. He quickly told me what was going on and we traveled all they north to New York where the dump, he said Mr. D, the god of wine, called Camp Half-Blood, was located at. Now leave me alone, I need to sleep.
(( Now going under construction( didn't realize that you could make it as long as you want xD) ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 8:03 am
Get To KnowMe Name:Gage Butler
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Mortal Parent: My Mom,Rhonda. She lives back home in Maine though... Cower In FearSkills: Gage has always been a unique boy. Middle School was akward for him especially with him being ADHD and Dyslexic. He was,however, king of the pool. He held (And Still Holds) the speed swimming and distance swimming record for the state of Maine. Gage loves to do anything involving water:Boogeyboarding,Surfing you name it. The one thing he WONT do however is scuba. He swore that once on a trip underwater he saw two green scaley men like creatures swim by,salute him and continue on there way...
Weapon(s): None Currently,He just arrived at camp half blood
Biography: Gage went to Richlands High School,a school about 2 miles away from the coast of maine. He was a fairly popular kid,attributing it to his lifestyle as a swimmer. His best friend was a girl named Delialah who was new to school this year. One day on a bonfire party down at a local beach Gage's worst nightmares became reality. A Gaint lobster attacked them. Most of the other kids ran away screaming"Angry Moose!" Gage and Delialah however were the only ones that remained behind and as Gage wondered where the moose was the lobster charged. In a second Delialah knocked him down as if she was going to protect him. The lobster knocked her around like a tennisball,straight into a sand bank. That was when something in Gage snapped,he was tired of being the one people watched and tired of being taken advantage of and this THING wasnt helping. He closed his eyes and screamed with all his might,letting all his fury over the years out in this one burst. He was right about to charge the thing,fully expecting to die when he was suprised to see it was gone. The only sign was a lot of water receding into the ocer and a wave that seemed to be flowing backwards...into the sea! And well,one thing led ot anouther and Gage found himself at the gates of camp half blood,3 days later...
Likes: Water,Swordplay and Countrey Music
Dislikes: Fire ( Childhood Story ),Dogs and Liars
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 2:19 pm
Ｔxｈxｅ xx Ｌxｉxｔxｔxｌxｅ xx  Ｔxｈxｉxｎxｇxｓ small XXXXXXXXXXXXXXＩ was born Parker Allison Landon, but I've been called Park, Ms. Landon, Miss, and Bones. I prefer my name, though, Parker, over any nickname.Ｉ f you couldn't tell right away, I'm female.Ｌ ast year, I blew out sixteen candles on December twenty-first.Ｉ was raised by my mother, Vanessa Asher, and stepfather, Jason Landon, but I've always seen him as my real father. My mother works as a brain surgeon and my father as a forensic anthropologist.Ｗ eapons? I've just arrived at the camp, I don't have any magical weapons. The only thing harmful I have is the pocket knife my dad gave me for my thirteenth birthday.Ｔxｈxｅ xx Ｄxｅxｔxａxｉxｌxｓ small XXXXXXXXXXXXXXＩ have been known to be straightforward, determined, somewhat insensitive, a bit rude, and realistic. I often say whats on my mind before processing it mentally, which makes me say rude things, because of this I can't lie, and try my best not to. I hate to beat around the bush, its time-wasting and annoying. I'm not a girlie-girl, but I'm not a tomboy either, I'd say I was in the middle of the two. I've been told I was down-to-earth, but I'm still not sure if I should take it as a compliment or not.Ｉ am a brunette with curly hair and grayish-brown eyes, usually with a serious expression. The saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul' are very true in my part, I'm not good at hiding emotions. I stand at five feet and five inches, and I weigh...well that's none of your business, but I'll have you know I have the average weight for my height, thank you. No, I will not tell you my cup size. I usually wear whatever is comfortable for the weather, when I attended school, I wore the uniform.Ｉ was born and raised in Portland, Maine to a good mother who did her best to take care of me while studying to be a brain surgeon. For the first four years of my life, I was mostly at my grandmother's house than my actual home. When I was three my mother married a man, who she had met through a friend, or that's what I've been told. He had a daughter, but his wife died at least six years back, I wasn't really close with her since she was already married and had a child of her own. Even if he wasn't my real dad, he sure acted like it, and I loved him just as if he were. I was always the weird one in school, thanks to my ADHD and Dyslexia, still I kept my grades up thanks to my 'genius' parents. I was best in P.E., but that goes without saying. I attended nearby public elementary and middle schools and learning a few subjects on the side that my parents taught me at home. Ever since I expresses interest, if I did good on my tests, or was just a good girl in general, my dad would take me to work with him, so I've seen my fair share of decomposed, burned, mutilated or otherwise unrecognizable corpses.
xx Growing up I was bullied, because I wasn't able to read as well as the other kids, and as children, no one understood was Dyslexia was, and I was always in the 'time-out' corner because I couldn't stand still. When I graduated from middle school, my parents decided to send me to a private school, Catherine McAuley High School, an all girls school in Portland. Maybe a forty-five minute drive from our home. I quickly made many friends and spent a lot of free time in the gymnasium. Nothing really notable happened until some months after I turned sixteen, when the club I was in took a trip to New York City, New York for a convention. Things went on as planned until the third day of the four day convention, when I had gotten a stomach ache and decided to go back to the hotel on my own. Out of no when a monster that looked like it had come out of one of my Greek mythology books jumped up and attacked me. That was when a boy, one I didn't know in the slightest (because I attended an all girl's school in Maine), ran from behind me and killed the monster. I didn't even wait to see the outcome or give him any chance to see my face. I didn't want to know too much, so I hightailed it away.
xxWhen I returned home after the convention, I found a time when my mother had nothing to do, sat her down and told her what I had seen. After a few moments of silence she told me to come to Camp Half-Blood, telling me it would be for the best, along with the address. She wouldn't tell me more then that with the words "the less you know, the better". My mother took me out of the school, packed a small duffel bag with essentials, said good-bye to my dad (whom my mother had informed while I was packing my bag), gave me a wallet with money in it, and sent me on the way with a list of buses I would need to take to get to NYC, and then I could just take a cab to my destination. It wasn't that easy though, numerous times I was almost killed by monsters, halfway there a satyr showed up to escort me to camp, informing me of what was going on, and even protected me, because I had no means of doing it myself. After a week of of traveling (I had to take long breaks because I get car sick easily), we finally arrived at Camp Half-Blood.Ｉ enjoy going with my dad to work, hearing about the latest murders from my dad every night (through letters now), listening to music, just hanging, and the occasional sitting down and watching TV.Ｉ 'm not too fond of liars, unnecessary violence, monsters, bullying, eggs, and balloons (Its a long story).Ｊ ust something I forgot to mention, the nickname Bones came from my dad, who as I mentioned numerous times, worked with corpses and many times, bones. So that's that. And yes, I do enjoy working with my dad, whats wrong with enjoying work that involves dead bodies..?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:35 pm
Name: Melissa Laird Age: 13 Gender: Female Appearance: Brown eyes, Brown hair with natural highlights[usually in an updo of some sort.] Mortal Parent: Female Skills: Melissa took Tea Kwon Do for 3 years, and is skilled in using the Nunchucks, Bo Staff, and Kamas. She is also skilled in using a Katana, but not as much as the other three. Does Volleyball count? If so, then Volleyball. Weapon(s)*: Melissa just arrived at camp, and has only a small dagger, hidden in her boot in case of emergency. Biography: Melissa was born in South Carolina, on a ranch. She has 3 older brothers, none of them demigods. Melissa, being the baby, was given no special treatment. She had to work on he ranch just like her brothers did. Melissa often joked around with her brothers while doing chores. Melissa isn't afraid to get down and dirty, and killed a monster [she doesn't know what kind] that was trying to eat the horses. It wasn't long before her mother introduced her to a satyr, who whisked her off to camp. Likes: Playing practical jokes, Messing around, the color Yellow, video games, chocolate, Delia's [store], her laptop, physical games. Dislikes: Dresses, Chess, Bullies,Liars Picture 
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:37 pm
Sorry to bother you Awesome Shoes, but how many demigods do you have already?
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:24 pm
@Awesomest Fluffy, is your avi cosplaying Hetalia's America, 'cause its either that or an aviator...and I'm 99.99999% positive its America, but I can't be certain without asking first.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:33 pm
Yes, yes my avi is cosplaying as America ^.^ I was gonna change my username to fit it, but I don't feel like paying 40k to do it. Hehe...
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:42 pm
I don't have any active characters. I used to have 2, but I haven't been on for a while. I thought I'd make a new character, since i haven't played the other two in a while, and I don't really remember who they've met, their history and whatnot. I hope that's okay. Like I said earlier, I haven't been on in a while, I don't know if any of the rules have changed or anything like that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:48 pm
Well, you can only have two demigods and one nature spirit. That's why I asked. So just don't rp as one of them and everything will be alright, but by the sound of it, I don't have to worry 'bout that. Thanks.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 4:55 pm
Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know! I wont RP as the other two, seeing as how I cant remember what their personalities are and stuff like that.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 6:35 pm
((Your sister said you look like him? Dude..not to freak you out or anything but if you look almost like him then your hot..)) Awesomest Fluffy ((Fifthly, my sister says he looks almost like me ._.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 7:10 pm
SquishyFishez ((Your sister said you look like him? Dude..not to freak you out or anything but if you look almost like him then your hot..)) Awesomest Fluffy ((Fifthly, my sister says he looks almost like me ._.)) Like what I said to Moose, I don't see any resemblance what so ever. I just let her choose someone off of model mayhem that looked close to me. But thanks... I guess... But yeah, I should add that I do think that the model does look hot ^.^
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 3:37 am
Squishy, you lie... Or I'm just weird. .____. I cannot see how this dude is hot, I'm trying, so hard. The only people I can see as 'hot' are Richard Ayoade, a bunch of voice actors who are all 28+, and John Simm...and Nathan Fillion...and..oh crap, I cannot like old people. I'm going to go die now. I don't deserve to live!Senpai-Fluffy SquishyFishez ((Your sister said you look like him? Dude..not to freak you out or anything but if you look almost like him then your hot..)) Awesomest Fluffy ((Fifthly, my sister says he looks almost like me ._.)) Like what I said to Moose, I don't see any resemblance what so ever. I just let her choose someone off of model mayhem that looked close to me. But thanks... I guess... But yeah, I should add that I do think that the model does look hot ^.^
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 4:07 am
Why am I the only one who thinks he's good looking? VivaciousDysphoria Squishy, you lie... Or I'm just weird. .____. I cannot see how this dude is hot, I'm trying, so hard. The only people I can see as 'hot' are Richard Ayoade, a bunch of voice actors who are all 28+, and John Simm...and Nathan Fillion...and..oh crap, I cannot like old people. I'm going to go die now. I don't deserve to live!Senpai-Fluffy SquishyFishez ((Your sister said you look like him? Dude..not to freak you out or anything but if you look almost like him then your hot..)) Awesomest Fluffy ((Fifthly, my sister says he looks almost like me ._.)) Like what I said to Moose, I don't see any resemblance what so ever. I just let her choose someone off of model mayhem that looked close to me. But thanks... I guess... But yeah, I should add that I do think that the model does look hot ^.^
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