This RP will be based around Camp Half-Blood from the Rick Riordan books and from greek mythology in general. To keep it simpler, please refrain from Roman gods, godesses, and titans as parents, as well as strictly Roman monsters. I also ask that you fill out the form below for your character.
Name:
Age:
Age Claimed:
Godly Parent/Titan Parents:
Mortal Parent/Guardian:
Appearance:
Personality:
Hobbies:
Weapon(s):
Powers(s):
Fatal Flaw:
History(Optional):
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Name: Dasken
Age: 16
Age Claimed: 10 (Lives at Camp Half-Blood)
Godly Parent/Titan Parents: Hephaestus
Mortal Parent/Guardian: Unknown
Appearance: Has an odd combination of Czechoslovachian, otherwise known as Bohemian, and French Canadian. Very tall for his age, 6'1"; Well-built, average attractiveness, fairly tan, metal-rimmed glasses, teal shirt with fire-print, black shorts with scralet stripes, walks with a slight hunch, doesn't wear a Camp Half-Blood Necklace (too much reminder of his lack of a family outside of Camp)
Personality: Intelligent, funny, quick-witted, sarcastic, creative, slightly "Good" crazy, but obviously a dark past
Hobbies: Magic: the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons, listening to music, training his abilities, all physical, mental, and god-born.
Weapon(s): A large warhammer that is only usable by him; the perfect weight for him, and only him. Magic, people. It also has customized ends made from a special compound; it works exactly as Celestial Bronze, besides the fact that he can will it to catch fire and dissipate at his command. The ends are spiked with this same compund, as well. Otherwise, the rest of it is normal Celestial Bronze. By him willing the hammer (again, only he can do this. Thanks, Hephaestus), it can turn into whatever kind of hammer he needs for metallurgy or inventing, I.E. normal hammer, sledgehammer, jackhammer, etc. it was a gift from Hephaestus.
Powers(s): Metalwork, the rare pyrokinetic ability (controlling fire), manipulation of machines
Fatal Flaw: Doesn't want to hurt anyone that he doesn't have to; hates fighting.
History(Optional): When he was just a boy, Dasken often dreamed of having a family and being special. His family was unbenounced to him; he was orphaned as a child. He was found by Grover the satyr, and brought back to Camp Half-Blood, where he was raised for his childhood. One day, around the campfire, he stared deep into the flames. When the flames crackled, he felt something inside of him stir; something miraculous. He stood up and, to the surprise of all at Camp Half-Blood, he willed the fire to become a beacon to the gods, having it stop at the protective top of the dome around Camp Half-Blood. He was instantly recognized by Hephaestus. He didn't know that until later, though; nobody had ever picked on him before, and now they stayed away. He went to Dionysus, who told him that his father was Hephaestus. When he was told to choose his weapon for Camp Half-Blood, he looked around. There was nothing that appealed to him. Every night, while he prayed to the gods, he prayed for some sort of sign that they could possibly help him; he particularly prayed to his father, to thank him for this boon and bane, now more of a boon than anything. Finally, on the day Dask turned 13, he prayed to the gods for guidance, but tonight his efforts were focused solely on Hephaestus, as they had been for the past several months. As he prayed, his stomach rumbled. He had thrown his dinner to the gods every night for the past week, and his stomach began to ache and contract from it. This night, his father must have heard his pleas, for when he went to his cabin, placed perfectly on the bed, was a normal-sized sledgehammer and, underneath it, a note.
Dear Dask,
I understand how tough a time you are going through. I also understand that you haven't been able to go on a quest for 3 years due to a lack of a weapon. I intend to fix that.
This, my boy, is no ordinary sledgehammer. In fact, I have worked on it for you ever since you were claimed. This sledgehammer is only activatable by you, and you must merely will it or, for the first time, utter the inscribed words on the hilt of it.
Do it outside, though, and when it becomes your true gift, to change it back, simply will it into whatever tool you need - so long as it's a hammer. I had to get it to you by now, or I'd have made it more... Practical.
In addition, I know you've discovered my blessing has taken effect on you. I understand you consider it a bane and a boon, which is good. Just remember; use that power wisely. Use that power on this hammer, as well, when it becomes your true gift.
I hope this at least partially makes up for my absence in your life. I am proud of you, son.
By the way, this hammer grow with you. You'll understand.
Your father,
Hephaestus.
Dask had so many questions! First of all, though, he'd read the inscription on the sledgehammer's hilt. It appeared to be made from ivory wood, celestial bronze, and rubber.
He read the inscription out loud.
"Ardens Malleus, Auxiliam Me Belli Tempore!"
(Burning Hammer, Aid Me In War!)
The hammer shimmered, and grew into an enormous warhammer. It was exactly as tall as Dask, plus a foot. It had been completely carved from Celestial Bronze, magical inscriptions all around it's side, with the metal somehow tinted a deep, dark Teal. The top was normally-colored Celestial Bronze, and the ends of the hammer looked slightly darker than the rest of the end. He willed his power onto the hammer. The hammer itself didn't light; only the spiky ends did. The flame was swirling scarlet and royal blue, and it grew and shrank at Dask's will. He willed it out, and the flame went out. He willed it back into a sledgehammer, only now small enough to fit in his pocket.
He ran to Chiron, showing him his godly gift, and Chiron showed him how to weild it.
Many, many, MANY books were involved.
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Dask roamed around Camp Half-Blood, in it's sun-bathed glory, and stretched his arms. He had lived at Camp Half-Blood for as long as he could remember, and ever since he found out his father was Hephaestus, he was able to train daily. This kept his ADHD-addled mind to focus on something; he appreciated that fact about himself. He used to hate it - until he discovered how well he could fight.
Dask lowered his arms, and then his head. He was also a loner in the Hephaestus cabin.
The pyrokinetic ablility that came with his birthfather was a bane and a boon.
He hoped he could go on a quest again soon; he tended to solo decently difficult missions, since everyone was either disgusted or scared of him, or simply shunned him. He walked back to his cabin, grabbed his Magic: the Gathering cards, and sat down on a bench far into the woods. Grover, the satyr who had brought him to Camp Half-Blood, had made him a small forest sanctuary. He hoped somebody would follow him in, want to talk, want to train, want to do something, anything. He sighed.
He had a hard life.
Name:
Age:
Age Claimed:
Godly Parent/Titan Parents:
Mortal Parent/Guardian:
Appearance:
Personality:
Hobbies:
Weapon(s):
Powers(s):
Fatal Flaw:
History(Optional):
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Name: Dasken
Age: 16
Age Claimed: 10 (Lives at Camp Half-Blood)
Godly Parent/Titan Parents: Hephaestus
Mortal Parent/Guardian: Unknown
Appearance: Has an odd combination of Czechoslovachian, otherwise known as Bohemian, and French Canadian. Very tall for his age, 6'1"; Well-built, average attractiveness, fairly tan, metal-rimmed glasses, teal shirt with fire-print, black shorts with scralet stripes, walks with a slight hunch, doesn't wear a Camp Half-Blood Necklace (too much reminder of his lack of a family outside of Camp)
Personality: Intelligent, funny, quick-witted, sarcastic, creative, slightly "Good" crazy, but obviously a dark past
Hobbies: Magic: the Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons, listening to music, training his abilities, all physical, mental, and god-born.
Weapon(s): A large warhammer that is only usable by him; the perfect weight for him, and only him. Magic, people. It also has customized ends made from a special compound; it works exactly as Celestial Bronze, besides the fact that he can will it to catch fire and dissipate at his command. The ends are spiked with this same compund, as well. Otherwise, the rest of it is normal Celestial Bronze. By him willing the hammer (again, only he can do this. Thanks, Hephaestus), it can turn into whatever kind of hammer he needs for metallurgy or inventing, I.E. normal hammer, sledgehammer, jackhammer, etc. it was a gift from Hephaestus.
Powers(s): Metalwork, the rare pyrokinetic ability (controlling fire), manipulation of machines
Fatal Flaw: Doesn't want to hurt anyone that he doesn't have to; hates fighting.
History(Optional): When he was just a boy, Dasken often dreamed of having a family and being special. His family was unbenounced to him; he was orphaned as a child. He was found by Grover the satyr, and brought back to Camp Half-Blood, where he was raised for his childhood. One day, around the campfire, he stared deep into the flames. When the flames crackled, he felt something inside of him stir; something miraculous. He stood up and, to the surprise of all at Camp Half-Blood, he willed the fire to become a beacon to the gods, having it stop at the protective top of the dome around Camp Half-Blood. He was instantly recognized by Hephaestus. He didn't know that until later, though; nobody had ever picked on him before, and now they stayed away. He went to Dionysus, who told him that his father was Hephaestus. When he was told to choose his weapon for Camp Half-Blood, he looked around. There was nothing that appealed to him. Every night, while he prayed to the gods, he prayed for some sort of sign that they could possibly help him; he particularly prayed to his father, to thank him for this boon and bane, now more of a boon than anything. Finally, on the day Dask turned 13, he prayed to the gods for guidance, but tonight his efforts were focused solely on Hephaestus, as they had been for the past several months. As he prayed, his stomach rumbled. He had thrown his dinner to the gods every night for the past week, and his stomach began to ache and contract from it. This night, his father must have heard his pleas, for when he went to his cabin, placed perfectly on the bed, was a normal-sized sledgehammer and, underneath it, a note.
Dear Dask,
I understand how tough a time you are going through. I also understand that you haven't been able to go on a quest for 3 years due to a lack of a weapon. I intend to fix that.
This, my boy, is no ordinary sledgehammer. In fact, I have worked on it for you ever since you were claimed. This sledgehammer is only activatable by you, and you must merely will it or, for the first time, utter the inscribed words on the hilt of it.
Do it outside, though, and when it becomes your true gift, to change it back, simply will it into whatever tool you need - so long as it's a hammer. I had to get it to you by now, or I'd have made it more... Practical.
In addition, I know you've discovered my blessing has taken effect on you. I understand you consider it a bane and a boon, which is good. Just remember; use that power wisely. Use that power on this hammer, as well, when it becomes your true gift.
I hope this at least partially makes up for my absence in your life. I am proud of you, son.
By the way, this hammer grow with you. You'll understand.
Your father,
Hephaestus.
Dask had so many questions! First of all, though, he'd read the inscription on the sledgehammer's hilt. It appeared to be made from ivory wood, celestial bronze, and rubber.
He read the inscription out loud.
"Ardens Malleus, Auxiliam Me Belli Tempore!"
(Burning Hammer, Aid Me In War!)
The hammer shimmered, and grew into an enormous warhammer. It was exactly as tall as Dask, plus a foot. It had been completely carved from Celestial Bronze, magical inscriptions all around it's side, with the metal somehow tinted a deep, dark Teal. The top was normally-colored Celestial Bronze, and the ends of the hammer looked slightly darker than the rest of the end. He willed his power onto the hammer. The hammer itself didn't light; only the spiky ends did. The flame was swirling scarlet and royal blue, and it grew and shrank at Dask's will. He willed it out, and the flame went out. He willed it back into a sledgehammer, only now small enough to fit in his pocket.
He ran to Chiron, showing him his godly gift, and Chiron showed him how to weild it.
Many, many, MANY books were involved.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dask roamed around Camp Half-Blood, in it's sun-bathed glory, and stretched his arms. He had lived at Camp Half-Blood for as long as he could remember, and ever since he found out his father was Hephaestus, he was able to train daily. This kept his ADHD-addled mind to focus on something; he appreciated that fact about himself. He used to hate it - until he discovered how well he could fight.
Dask lowered his arms, and then his head. He was also a loner in the Hephaestus cabin.
The pyrokinetic ablility that came with his birthfather was a bane and a boon.
He hoped he could go on a quest again soon; he tended to solo decently difficult missions, since everyone was either disgusted or scared of him, or simply shunned him. He walked back to his cabin, grabbed his Magic: the Gathering cards, and sat down on a bench far into the woods. Grover, the satyr who had brought him to Camp Half-Blood, had made him a small forest sanctuary. He hoped somebody would follow him in, want to talk, want to train, want to do something, anything. He sighed.
He had a hard life.
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