Camp Half-Blood: A Camp for Demigods (OOC/RP/Open)

[The Flame Dawn]

I shall be Roman. Centurion, if you'll let me.

Sure, you can be a Centurion. We need some people to fill up those spots.

Part of me wants to be Roman since it's one of the greater empires, but part of me feel bad for Greece's GDP and wants to play as a Greek God for them. The struggle T-T

[Mirakai]

I'm also now tempted to make a lesbian Hunter of Artemis. I mean, it only says they aren't allowed to date boys~

Well, you're certainly not wrong about that. I'm sure it could work.

My dirty, perverted mind has also come up with several ways to get around that pesky "stay a virgin" rule. Mainly involving technicalities, but still, ways around it

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Well, you're certainly not wrong about that. I'm sure it could work.

My dirty, perverted mind has also come up with several ways to get around that pesky "stay a virgin" rule. Mainly involving technicalities, but still, ways around it

I'm not sure if Artemis would be happy with you afterwards, but go ahead and give it a shot.

[The GAmeTopians]

... I feel like I got ignored. I'm guessing that means no.

Ah, sorry, I didn't see this. Uh, no, you can't be a god. My apologies.

It's fine, kinda expected that answer. I had to ask

[The Flame Dawn]

Changed to some random minor god of Medicine and Healing

Expect generic Healer powers

[Mirakai]

My dirty, perverted mind has also come up with several ways to get around that pesky "stay a virgin" rule. Mainly involving technicalities, but still, ways around it

I'm not sure if Artemis would be happy with you afterwards, but go ahead and give it a shot.

I do plan on it~

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Changed to some random minor god of Medicine and Healing

Expect generic Healer powers

Ah, alright. I honestly would have allowed Hestia, because Templar convinced me to allow it, but do whatever you want.

[The Flame Dawn]

Changed to some random minor god of Medicine and Healing

Expect generic Healer powers

Ah, alright. I honestly would have allowed Hestia, because Templar convinced me to allow it, but do whatever you want.

meh, my ideas for Hestia themed powers were non-existent

[Shyluz]

Ah, alright. I honestly would have allowed Hestia, because Templar convinced me to allow it, but do whatever you want.

meh, my ideas for Hestia themed powers were non-existent

Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeee campfireeeeeeeeeees!

[The Templar High Council]

Shy, care to be my little assistant? Seeing as I shall be a Centurion, I'm wondering if you want to know my character or if you don't care.

[Mundeo]

*Breathes heavily*

[The GAmeTopians]

You know how

Percy is offered any boon from the gods at the end of the original series?

Well, can I make a really old son (or daughter, I haven't decided) of Hestia who was granted immortality in exchange for eternal service to the Gods - namely the protection of the godly places, mainly Olympus, Camp Half-Blood, and Camp Jupiter. Just an idea.

[Parcia]

Name: Erwin Konig

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Godly parent: Apollo

Powers: Exceptionally good vision, byproduct of being the god of archery. “Jägers Sicht “or Hunter’s sight, a
passive ability that allows him to do two things: 1. Detect the life forces of nearby people/monsters/animals with in a large radius (around 250 feet in all directions) 2. Allows him to track his targets by way of surveying the area around him by highlighting foot prints, blood splatter, etc. etc. Can be affected by factors such has Erwin's personal concentration and health as well as the abilities of other beings.

Appearance:

Personality: He’s a sort of silent person. Common I know, but bear with me here. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t socialize, and tends to stick to the sparsely populated areas of the world. He enjoys nature, he enjoys being out in the wild. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt more then anything. WIP

Biography: Being born in Berlin, he spent most of his life running the streets and metros as a delinquent and petty criminal. At age 12, he was arrested by Berlin PD and was only saved from going to juvenile hall by his age. His mother, distraught at the boy, sent him to live with her great uncle in Basedow. His great great uncle was a demigod, a son of a minor god and his human father. He was well in to his 70s when Erwin arrived but still was a proficient hunter and woodsmen, living in a small cabin in the woods outside of the small town. The man had been alive during WW2, a turbulent time for the gods and their children, and had fought in the Wehrmact during the defense of Berlin during the war.

The uncle, whos own name was Erwin, which led to some jokes and misunderstandings, taught him how to hunt in the woods around Basedow, using the trees and foliage to his advantage. When he turned 14, his uncle bestowed upon Erwin his rifle, an antique yet still working Gewher 98 bolt action rifle. On his 15th birthday, the facts surrounding the real world as well as Erwin's father were revealed to him. He spent a week out in the woods processing this information before returning and proclaiming he couldn't give less of a damn about a man who never showed up in his life, even if he was a god. He spent the next year working and living with his elder uncle before the man died of old age. On his 16th birthday, he found that his mother had died while he was with her uncle, and that she had left him the family fortune: a collection of golden Dracmas his father had left him and that he would get them when he turned 16, but under the condition he attend a camp "for kids like him". In blind defiance, and hatred, he took the gold and traveled the world, mainly hunting for his food and only using the gold to buy passage. During this time abroad, he learned a lot about the different creatures, from Hell hounds to the hydra it self. He learned how to cast and mold his own celestial bronze ammo for his rifle, and how to recreate his uncle's bayonet using the metal. After seeing the world for what it is, Erwin has "grown up" becoming more of a man then just a kid. After surviving two harsh yet eventful years across the world with only him self and his rifle, he has used the last of his gold to book a not so legal boat trip to New York.

Now 18, young Erwin has no idea of the life that awaits him, but he really couldn't care less, as long as he got to hunt.

Other: doesn't use a bow. Uses this -->
His weapon of choice, a Gewehr 98 bolt action rifle, firing 7.92X57mm celestial bronze ammunition. Rifle is shown with his Seitengewehr 98/05 bayonet acting as his bladed weapon, also made of celestial bronze.

RP example: They had fallowed him out to his cabin and, when he had left, burned it. Now the three cyclopes had fallowed him in to the forest. This was their mistake; you didn’t hunt the hunter on his own terrain. He sat in the blind, nearly 25 feet up, with his rifle shouldered. He didn’t have his scope, didn’t have time to fit the rail before they had caught up to him. His iron sights were more than enough though.
He sighted in the party as they entered the clearing, clubs and nets ready. He let loose a silent sigh and emptied his lungs. Pulling back on the trigger, he felt the all too familiar recoil as the rifle fired. The first shot hit the cyclopes dead center of the head, snapping it back and causing the beast to fall to the ground, dissolving in to a pile of dust. “Eins.” He cycled the bolt and sighted in the second cyclopes.
“Zwei.” He repeated the motions as the second cyclopes fell.
He sighted in the third and final one and pulled the trigger. “Drei.”

Did you read the rules?: Jawohl.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

You know how

Percy is offered any boon from the gods at the end of the original series?

Well, can I make a really old son (or daughter, I haven't decided) of Hestia who was granted immortality in exchange for eternal service to the Gods - namely the protection of the godly places, mainly Olympus, Camp Half-Blood, and Camp Jupiter. Just an idea.

Uh...I think they could be able to work. I'm open to the idea, at least, as I'm sure it could be possible. I might have to see the character first before I make any decisions, but I don't want you going through all that work for nothing, but I do think it should work. Unless anyone else has some clear problems with it, go ahead.

[Finsternia]

TAAAAAAAG

[Mundeo]

Since some already made an Apollo demigod, I was thinking of apping as a daughter of one of the Muses.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Since some already made an Apollo demigod, I was thinking of apping as a daughter of one of the Muses.

Well, you can do that, but remember that there can be more than one demigod for Apollo, and any other god or goddess.

[Mundeo]

Since some already made an Apollo demigod, I was thinking of apping as a daughter of one of the Muses.

Well, you can do that, but remember that there can be more than one demigod for Apollo, and any other god or goddess.

I know, but we want there to be some variety. I'm still thinking on what god/goddess to chose...

[Parcia]

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Godly parent: Apollo

Powers: Exceptionally good vision, byproduct of being the god of archery. “Jägers Sicht “or Hunter’s sight, a
passive ability that allows him to do two things: 1. Detect the life forces of nearby people/monsters/animals with in a large radius (around 250 feet in all directions) 2. Allows him to track his targets by way of surveying the area around him by highlighting foot prints, blood splatter, etc. etc. Can be affected by factors such has Erwin's personal concentration and health as well as the abilities of other beings.

Appearance:

Personality: He’s a sort of silent person. Common I know, but bear with me here. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t socialize, and tends to stick to the sparsely populated areas of the world. He enjoys nature. Enjoys being out in the wild. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt more then anything. WIP

Biography: Being born in Berlin, his family moved to a small cottage in Waren, Germany. With no father and a mother who could barely make ends meet, Erwin became a street rat, a delinquent, and a nuisance all together.
When he was 10, his mother sent him to live with his uncle on the outskirts of Basedow, were he taught the boy how to hunt, and how to eventually clean and take care of his own rifle, a vintage Gewehr 98 rifle.

His uncle knew of the gods and the real world, as well as the boys true father, and as such, taught him how to survive on his own, out in the forest. His mother died when he turned 14, and this only made him more distant and cold. He spent more and more time out in the forest. When he was 15, his uncle, a man who had been a father to him, died. He found that his uncle had a large amount of wealth stored up, both in regular cash, as well as Dracmas, and he set out across the world, seeing it for him self. He spent the next years of his life learning all he could about the world, and in doing so, learned of the gods and his heritage. With most of his wealth spent, he now has made his way to New York.
Now 18, young Erwin has no idea of the life that awaits him, but he really couldn't care less, as long as he got to hunt.

Other: doesn't use a bow. Uses this -->
His weapon of choice, a Gewehr 98 bolt action rifle, firing 7.92X57mm celestial bronze ammunition. Rifle is shown with his Seitengewehr 98/05 bayonet acting as his bladed weapon, also made of celestial bronze.

RP example: They had fallowed him out to his cabin and, when he had left, burned it. Now the three cyclopes had fallowed him in to the forest. This was their mistake; you didn’t hunt the hunter on his own terrain. He sat in the blind, nearly 25 feet up, with his rifle shouldered. He didn’t have his scope, didn’t have time to fit the rail before they had caught up to him. His iron sights were more than enough though.
He sighted in the party as they entered the clearing, clubs and nets ready. He let loose a silent sigh and emptied his lungs. Pulling back on the trigger, he felt the all too familiar recoil as the rifle fired. The first shot hit the cyclopes dead center of the head, snapping it back and causing the beast to fall to the ground, dissolving in to a pile of dust. “Eins.” He cycled the bolt and sighted in the second cyclopes.
“Zwei.” He repeated the motions as the second cyclopes fell.
He sighted in the third and final one and pulled the trigger. “Drei.”

Did you read the rules?: Jawohl.

Finished product, feel free to critique me if needed.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Godly parent: Apollo

Powers: Exceptionally good vision, byproduct of being the god of archery. “Jägers Sicht “or Hunter’s sight, a
passive ability that allows him to do two things: 1. Detect the life forces of nearby people/monsters/animals with in a large radius (around 250 feet in all directions) 2. Allows him to track his targets by way of surveying the area around him by highlighting foot prints, blood splatter, etc. etc. Can be affected by factors such has Erwin's personal concentration and health as well as the abilities of other beings.

Appearance: (Image)

Personality: He’s a sort of silent person. Common I know, but bear with me here. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t socialize, and tends to stick to the sparsely populated areas of the world. He enjoys nature. Enjoys being out in the wild. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt more then anything. WIP

Biography: Being born in Berlin, his family moved to a small cottage in Waren, Germany. With no father and a mother who could barely make ends meet, Erwin became a street rat, a delinquent, and a nuisance all together.
When he was 10, his mother sent him to live with his uncle on the outskirts of Basedow, were he taught the boy how to hunt, and how to eventually clean and take care of his own rifle, a vintage Gewehr 98 rifle.

His uncle knew of the gods and the real world, as well as the boys true father, and as such, taught him how to survive on his own, out in the forest. His mother died when he turned 14, and this only made him more distant and cold. He spent more and more time out in the forest. When he was 15, his uncle, a man who had been a father to him, died. He found that his uncle had a large amount of wealth stored up, both in regular cash, as well as Drachmas, and he set out across the world, seeing it for him self. He spent the next years of his life learning all he could about the world, and in doing so, learned of the gods and his heritage. With most of his wealth spent, he now has made his way to New York.
Now 18, young Erwin has no idea of the life that awaits him, but he really couldn't care less, as long as he got to hunt.

Other: doesn't use a bow. Uses this --> (Image)
His weapon of choice, a Gewehr 98 bolt action rifle, firing 7.92X57mm celestial bronze ammunition. Rifle is shown with his Seitengewehr 98/05 bayonet acting as his bladed weapon, also made of celestial bronze.

RP example: They had fallowed him out to his cabin and, when he had left, burned it. Now the three cyclopes had fallowed him in to the forest. This was their mistake; you didn’t hunt the hunter on his own terrain. He sat in the blind, nearly 25 feet up, with his rifle shouldered. He didn’t have his scope, didn’t have time to fit the rail before they had caught up to him. His iron sights were more than enough though.
He sighted in the party as they entered the clearing, clubs and nets ready. He let loose a silent sigh and emptied his lungs. Pulling back on the trigger, he felt the all too familiar recoil as the rifle fired. The first shot hit the cyclopes dead center of the head, snapping it back and causing the beast to fall to the ground, dissolving in to a pile of dust. “Eins.” He cycled the bolt and sighted in the second cyclopes.
“Zwei.” He repeated the motions as the second cyclopes fell.
He sighted in the third and final one and pulled the trigger. “Drei.”

Did you read the rules?: Jawohl.

Finished product, feel free to critique me if needed.

Okay, some critique coming your way: How did his uncle know about the gods and who his real father was? Also, I'm not sure if a Demigod in Europe would be able to last long, mostly due to the fact that monsters are much more powerful. I think that's what it said in the book, at least. Unless he went to the camp soon after getting the money, I'm not sure if he'd be able to survive, though maybe I'm being a bit nitpicky. Also, while the RP example isn't the greatest, I will let it slide for now. I'm not trying to be rude; I'm just trying to help.

[Great Order]

Name: Rick O'Donnell

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Demigod or Descendant, or both?: Plain ol' demigod

If Demigod, who's their godly parent?: Mors - more or less the Roman equivalent to Thanatos although their name is of the feminine gender so they would be assumed to be female. (The wiki states Mors as being Letus and as a male, however, I am not entirely sure if that should be correct due to the Latin gender for the name of Mors. I know that in other mythologies that are present in Riordan's world (i.e. Norse Loki) that deities may take different forms and even genders, so I hope that this is not too far fetched from possibility.)

Roman Rank: (most common is just a basic legionnaire): Legionnaire
Cohort number: 5

Powers: Nothing particularly special. He holds some level of influence over the dead or dying, however, most do not exactly hold any warm feelings to him. The closest thing he has to a real power is perhaps the ability to sense death, but that is not necessarily the most useful of powers.

Appearance: Rick is relatively tall, standing at five feet and eleven inches, but is rather skinny as well. He has curly dark brown hair gets slightly wild as it grows. He has blue-grey eyes and pale skin with some freckles spread sparsely upon it. When given the option of choosing what he is to wear, he prefers to dress in a white and grey plaid sweater with a purple undershirt beneath it paired with black khakis.

Personality: Rick is a rather nice and polite person who tries his very best to downplay his divine parentage as being the son of Death itself. He is often content just following along with his friends and does not particularly wish to stick out when in situations. Prone to be anxious and get lost in his thoughts as well.

Biography: No one seems to like Death or anything related to it - or her as Rick may insist. He was born to Death herself by a father whom he found to be the only real family he knew. As a child he found himself never truly at ease. His father would often work late as a lawyer while his mother always seemed to be away on business, so he often found himself home alone with a distinct fear that something bad may happen. Nothing ever did. His only real correspondence that he ever had with his mother was through the occasional letter that was written always in pitch black ink and addressed to "My little Angel." He found such letters to be the highlight of his childhood. In the letters she would always begin it with an apology for not being around, but would continue with references to earlier letters in an attempt to feel connected with her child's life. At school he found himself many a times circling on the very borders of socialization - acquainted with pretty much everyone but with very few true friends. However, he was never troubled by anything strange or seemingly out of the ordinary as a child, which he would later learn to be rather odd when compared to other demigods. He would later contribute this to his mother simultaneously being both a relatively minor goddess and Death itself. However, a few months prior to the present, a letter and package arrived from his mother. The letter began as usual, but it quickly took an unexpected turn. In it, she informed him of who exactly she was and what that made him. She then speaks of how it broke her heart that her duties interfered with her ability to care for her son, but she stated that she hoped he understood why exactly she could not care for him. She then continued by stating that he had to seek out the place known as the Wolf House and enclosed a one-way ticket in the letter to California. To end off the letter, she spoke of a gift for him that would serve as an identifier for who exactly his divine parentage was - a small iron scythe as a pendant. To that end he set out for the Wolf House and went about the usual training with Lupa that Roman demigod's receive. Once he had received his training and Lupa's approval to join the legions at Camp Jupiter, she sends him off with directions towards the camp. He finds himself able to get to the camp untroubled directly although he did notice some things that did not seem quite right about some of the people or rather things that he passed along his way. Arriving at the camp he expected to be welcomed and to finally be at a place where he fit just right in, but he found that was not quite the case - or at least after his parentage was revealed. The Romans did not particularly enjoy his presence as the son of Death and were quick to offer him the ability to go to Camp Half-Blood as opposed to remaining with them, and so he took them up on their offer and hoped to find a new home at the other camp across the country.
((I hope that does not seem to strange or out of place. The Romans barely tolerated Nico as I can remember and that was because he was the son of one of the Big Three. They also do not ever refer to Death by their Roman name so I feel like they would be more than happy to dump him upon someone else as their problem.))

Other: Not sure what to put here.

RP Example: (Ignore if you've already given an example)
Does my bio count in any way shape or form? That is roughly how I RP - in a sentence based format and not at all asterisk RP. Posts would of course not be that long, but I do not like to keep them super short unless absolutely necessary. If not I supply something tomorrow.

Did you read the rules?
Of course!

((I must say that I never cease to be amazed by what this website offers in terms of RP. There really is something for everyone.))

[The Templar High Council]

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Godly parent: Apollo

Powers: Exceptionally good vision, byproduct of being the god of archery. “Jägers Sicht “or Hunter’s sight, a
passive ability that allows him to do two things: 1. Detect the life forces of nearby people/monsters/animals with in a large radius (around 250 feet in all directions) 2. Allows him to track his targets by way of surveying the area around him by highlighting foot prints, blood splatter, etc. etc. Can be affected by factors such has Erwin's personal concentration and health as well as the abilities of other beings.

Appearance: (Image)

Personality: He’s a sort of silent person. Common I know, but bear with me here. He doesn’t talk much, doesn’t socialize, and tends to stick to the sparsely populated areas of the world. He enjoys nature. Enjoys being out in the wild. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt more then anything. WIP

Biography: Being born in Berlin, his family moved to a small cottage in Waren, Germany. With no father and a mother who could barely make ends meet, Erwin became a street rat, a delinquent, and a nuisance all together.
When he was 10, his mother sent him to live with his uncle on the outskirts of Basedow, were he taught the boy how to hunt, and how to eventually clean and take care of his own rifle, a vintage Gewehr 98 rifle.

His uncle knew of the gods and the real world, as well as the boys true father, and as such, taught him how to survive on his own, out in the forest. His mother died when he turned 14, and this only made him more distant and cold. He spent more and more time out in the forest. When he was 15, his uncle, a man who had been a father to him, died. He found that his uncle had a large amount of wealth stored up, both in regular cash, as well as Drachmas, and he set out across the world, seeing it for him self. He spent the next years of his life learning all he could about the world, and in doing so, learned of the gods and his heritage. With most of his wealth spent, he now has made his way to New York.
Now 18, young Erwin has no idea of the life that awaits him, but he really couldn't care less, as long as he got to hunt.

Other: doesn't use a bow. Uses this --> (Image)
His weapon of choice, a Gewehr 98 bolt action rifle, firing 7.92X57mm celestial bronze ammunition. Rifle is shown with his Seitengewehr 98/05 bayonet acting as his bladed weapon, also made of celestial bronze.

RP example: They had fallowed him out to his cabin and, when he had left, burned it. Now the three cyclopes had fallowed him in to the forest. This was their mistake; you didn’t hunt the hunter on his own terrain. He sat in the blind, nearly 25 feet up, with his rifle shouldered. He didn’t have his scope, didn’t have time to fit the rail before they had caught up to him. His iron sights were more than enough though.
He sighted in the party as they entered the clearing, clubs and nets ready. He let loose a silent sigh and emptied his lungs. Pulling back on the trigger, he felt the all too familiar recoil as the rifle fired. The first shot hit the cyclopes dead center of the head, snapping it back and causing the beast to fall to the ground, dissolving in to a pile of dust. “Eins.” He cycled the bolt and sighted in the second cyclopes.
“Zwei.” He repeated the motions as the second cyclopes fell.
He sighted in the third and final one and pulled the trigger. “Drei.”

Did you read the rules?: Jawohl.

Finished product, feel free to critique me if needed.

Okay, some critique coming your way: How did his uncle know about the gods and who his real father was? Also, I'm not sure if a Demigod in Europe would be able to last long, mostly due to the fact that monsters are much more powerful. I think that's what it said in the book, at least. Unless he went to the camp soon after getting the money, I'm not sure if he'd be able to survive, though maybe I'm being a bit nitpicky. Also, while the RP example isn't the greatest, I will let it slide for now. I'm not trying to be rude; I'm just trying to help.

I think the "stronger" bit was meant for Greece/Rome, AKA where the creatures are specifically from. Being in London won't help a cyclops, is what I'm meaning.
That's all I've got to add on. The rest of the critiquing is valid IMO.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Name: Rick O'Donnell

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Demigod or Descendant, or both?: Plain ol' demigod

If Demigod, who's their godly parent?: Mors - more or less the Roman equivalent to Thanatos although their name is of the feminine gender so they would be assumed to be female. (The wiki states Mors as being Letus and as a male, however, I am not entirely sure if that should be correct due to the Latin gender for the name of Mors. I know that in other mythologies that are present in Riordan's world (i.e. Norse Loki) that deities may take different forms and even genders, so I hope that this is not too far fetched from possibility.)

Roman Rank: (most common is just a basic legionnaire): Legionnaire
Cohort number: 5

Powers: Nothing particularly special. He holds some level of influence over the dead or dying, however, most do not exactly hold any warm feelings to him. The closest thing he has to a real power is perhaps the ability to sense death, but that is not necessarily the most useful of powers.

Appearance: Rick is relatively tall, standing at five feet and eleven inches, but is rather skinny as well. He has curly dark brown hair gets slightly wild as it grows. He has blue-grey eyes and pale skin with some freckles spread sparsely upon it. When given the option of choosing what he is to wear, he prefers to dress in a white and grey plaid sweater with a purple undershirt beneath it paired with black khakis.

Personality: Rick is a rather nice and polite person who tries his very best to downplay his divine parentage as being the son of Death itself. He is often content just following along with his friends and does not particularly wish to stick out when in situations. Prone to be anxious and get lost in his thoughts as well.

Biography: No one seems to like Death or anything related to it - or her as Rick may insist. He was born to Death herself by a father whom he found to be the only real family he knew. As a child he found himself never truly at ease. His father would often work late as a lawyer while his mother always seemed to be away on business, so he often found himself home alone with a distinct fear that something bad may happen. Nothing ever did. His only real correspondence that he ever had with his mother was through the occasional letter that was written always in pitch black ink and addressed to "My little Angel." He found such letters to be the highlight of his childhood. In the letters she would always begin it with an apology for not being around, but would continue with references to earlier letters in an attempt to feel connected with her child's life. At school he found himself many a times circling on the very borders of socialization - acquainted with pretty much everyone but with very few true friends. However, he was never troubled by anything strange or seemingly out of the ordinary as a child, which he would later learn to be rather odd when compared to other demigods. He would later contribute this to his mother simultaneously being both a relatively minor goddess and Death itself. However, a few months prior to the present, a letter and package arrived from his mother. The letter began as usual, but it quickly took an unexpected turn. In it, she informed him of who exactly she was and what that made him. She then speaks of how it broke her heart that her duties interfered with her ability to care for her son, but she stated that she hoped he understood why exactly she could not care for him. She then continued by stating that he had to seek out the place known as the Wolf House and enclosed a one-way ticket in the letter to California. To end off the letter, she spoke of a gift for him that would serve as an identifier for who exactly his divine parentage was - a small iron scythe as a pendant. To that end he set out for the Wolf House and went about the usual training with Lupa that Roman demigod's receive. Once he had received his training and Lupa's approval to join the legions at Camp Jupiter, she sends him off with directions towards the camp. He finds himself able to get to the camp untroubled directly although he did notice some things that did not seem quite right about some of the people or rather things that he passed along his way. Arriving at the camp he expected to be welcomed and to finally be at a place where he fit just right in, but he found that was not quite the case - or at least after his parentage was revealed. The Romans did not particularly enjoy his presence as the son of Death and were quick to offer him the ability to go to Camp Half-Blood as opposed to remaining with them, and so he took them up on their offer and hoped to find a new home at the other camp across the country.
((I hope that does not seem to strange or out of place. The Romans barely tolerated Nico as I can remember and that was because he was the son of one of the Big Three. They also do not ever refer to Death by their Roman name so I feel like they would be more than happy to dump him upon someone else as their problem.))

Other: Not sure what to put here.

RP Example: (Ignore if you've already given an example)
Does my bio count in any way shape or form? That is roughly how I RP - in a sentence based format and not at all asterisk RP. Posts would of course not be that long, but I do not like to keep them super short unless absolutely necessary. If not I supply something tomorrow.

Did you read the rules?
Of course!

((I must say that I never cease to be amazed by what this website offers in terms of RP. There really is something for everyone.))

Alright, well, first of all, hello and welcome to the roleplay, and second of all, everything seems to be good here, except maybe the RP Example. While the bio is good, do you mind providing an actual example? You could just put Rick in a certain situation and roleplay that. For example, his training at the wolf house.

[The Templar High Council]

Sahara, you wanna go and make an Archive thread for people to dump their accepted characters?

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Sahara, you wanna go and make an Archive thread for people to dump their accepted characters?

Ah, yeah, I'll go do that real quick.

Here's the archive