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

[Great Order]

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.

((Sure, sorry for not including it there. I had been working on it for a while and started to feel a bit weary from writing it.))

While Rick was still not entirely sure why he was training to fight monsters that he had not encountered - which Lupa noted was rather odd - he still put forth his best effort to go along with her training if only due to the promise that it would lead him to a place where he belonged. That had led him into their current part of his training - how to become not the hunted, but rather the hunter. In this he was to be hunted by a wolf, but it was his job to try and mess up his tracks to lead the animal into a trap that he had set up. He was not given much of a warning to this and was told that he would either succeed or fail - no middle ground and no second chances. After being given a head start his first instinct was to head for some form of river to try and mask his scent, and so he did so. However, he quickly understood that submerging himself into a cold creek was perhaps not the most pleasant experience and left him and his clothes very cold. However, he did not want to let this bother him and remember a line that Lupa had pounded into his head over the time that he had known her - You must be tough. It is kill or be killed. And so he endured the cold and then began thinking of a way to formulate his trap. It took him a few seconds, however the not so distant howl of the wolf was enough to jump start his thinking. In the end he decided to do something simple that he hoped would be effective - tear off a piece of his shirt and leave it attached to a bush while he hid in the foliage of a tree above it. When the wolf paused to sniff the clothing he would just down and hopefully not kill himself in the process. He felt that his mother would not be too pleased to have their first meeting in a long while be his death. So he quickly set his plan in motion. He tore off part of his sleeve - biting into it to create a tear and then using that to make it easier to tear, he completed its removal. Next, he attached it to the sticks of the bush and then attempted to climb the tree as fast as he could. Arriving in the branches, he tried his best to steady his breathing and keep his calm. Mentally he was anxious that his plan would be too simple and would lead to him being trapped in the tree, but he was not given too much time to worry himself as the wolf quickly appeared into view. As expected it quickly made its way over to the piece of fabric and began sniffing it, and it appeared to realize rather quickly that it had fallen into a trap by being able to detect the same smell coming from above him. However by then it was too late. Rick quickly jumped out of the tree and landed on the wolf, which replied to his presence with a pronounced yelp of pain. Careful to try and not hurt the wolf but also careful to make sure that it was subdued, Rick placed his hands on the wolf's snout to hold it closed while hopefully he needed not to keep up that position for long. However, his dreams were not quite inline with reality and the wolf struggled to try and escape from its captor's grip for minutes that seemed much longer than they were before finally Lupa arrived to find her new pup's exercise a success. After giving a small nod of approval she spoke, "Very good. Now, unhand my child. We still have much more to do." Rick did not doubt that in the slightest.

[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: (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.

Ok, sooo, I do see why the uncle thing didn't make sense, and I plan on editing that. Demigods from other parts of the world are Possible, the Deangelo's were both from Italy originally. As for him surviving out side of camp, it is possible, seeing as he doesn't draw the attention that a child of one of the big three do, combined with this near military grade survival training his uncle (maybe revised) put him through. As for the RP example, its not a true look at what I can really do, just enough to give you the idea I can speaky da enrgwish correctly.

[The Templar High Council]

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.

Ok, sooo, I do see why the uncle thing didn't make sense, and I plan on editing that. Demigods from other parts of the world are Possible, the Deangelo's were both from Italy originally. As for him surviving out side of camp, it is possible, seeing as he doesn't draw the attention that a child of one of the big three do, combined with this near military grade survival training his uncle (maybe revised) put him through. As for the RP example, its not a true look at what I can really do, just enough to give you the idea I can speaky da enrgwish correctly.

If you think it's not a true look at what you can do, then link us something. Unless it's your first RP, you almost assuredly have some good post somewhere you can link here and say "Here's what I can do". Also, that's the majority of what I see nowadays.

[Shadowwell]

Tag, and i must say Thank the gods,lol.

I have been waiting a while for an rp like this, I shall get an app up soon, though i may not be all that active sometimes due to my own rp.


I have a question though, are children of Primordial gods allowed?

[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. He's not the type of person one would call a hero, preferring to just let things happen as they happen. In combat he is cold, calculated and almost sadistic in the way he will "hunt" his enemies, stalking them for a long period before ending them with one strike.

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.

Edited with a better back story and added bit to personality

[Parcia]

Ok, sooo, I do see why the uncle thing didn't make sense, and I plan on editing that. Demigods from other parts of the world are Possible, the Deangelo's were both from Italy originally. As for him surviving out side of camp, it is possible, seeing as he doesn't draw the attention that a child of one of the big three do, combined with this near military grade survival training his uncle (maybe revised) put him through. As for the RP example, its not a true look at what I can really do, just enough to give you the idea I can speaky da enrgwish correctly.

If you think it's not a true look at what you can do, then link us something. Unless it's your first RP, you almost assuredly have some good post somewhere you can link here and say "Here's what I can do". Also, that's the majority of what I see nowadays.

I figured it had to be an example in relation to this RP. If not, then here.
viewtopic.php?f=31&t=371325&start=175

[The Templar High Council]

Tag, and i must say Thank the gods,lol.

I have been waiting a while for an rp like this, I shall get an app up soon, though i may not be all that active sometimes due to my own rp.

I have a question though, are children of Primordial gods allowed?

Yo Shadow.

TBH, I'd rather you be the child of someone more... standard. I'm saying this as a co-op, not just as someone who played with you in the past. It's more balanced that way.

[Parcia]

I sooooo want this to start.

[The Templar High Council]

Name: Cameron Ross

Age: 18
Gender: Male
Demigod/Descendant/Both?: Both
Demigod of: Vulcan
Descendant of: Mars
Roman Rank: Centurion
Cohort: Third

Powers:

• Master blacksmith, spending a lot of his time crafting weapons/armor for Camp Jupiter
• Fire Manipulation
• Extraordinarily strong, even for a demigod
• Proficient in using a warhammer in combat
• Ore Sense: can mentally detect metals around him (WARNING: Usage in a metropolitan area can cause headaches, nausea, and uncontrollable shudders throughout the body; it is ill-advised to be used there unless the senses are narrowed [eg: sensing for Imperial Gold only, or Celestial Bronze only])

Personality: Cameron is a fun-loving fellow, but you would never guess from his appearance or handiwork. He'd always rather horse around than perform some important task with the fate of Rome in the balance. However, when Cameron does get serious, he will not stop until the task is complete. Whether it be war games on the Fields of Mars or hammering out gladii for the legion, Cameron's work is as close to perfect as mortals can get.

Biography: Cameron as a child was very... ingenuitive, to say the least. As he grew up in New Rome, he enjoyed building things, and these things were impressive. Cameron also stood out as a paragon amongst others, moreso as he became older. By the time he was old enough to join the legion, Cameron was already built like a linebacker and had a natural affinity with metal. He rose through the ranks of the 3rd Cohort, a masterful craftsman as well as combatant, eventually becoming her Centurion. Now, Cameron stands at the forefront of any conflict, either as an arbiter or a warrior, but he is always represented by his craftsmanship/

Other: The ring around his neck is a gift from his father; Cameron will tell you he forged it with him, but it was only given as a gift.
He forged his hammer himself, and its name is Collisio. Get in the way and you'll learn why. The hammer can shrink to fit in Cameron's pocket, and grows to full length at the call of its name.

RP Example: You already know me, from Way of the Gods and such?
Did you read the rules? More or less.

[The Forsworn Knights]

Name: Paul Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Godly parent: Hymenaios- The Greek God of Weddings
Powers: (This can range from manipulating flowers and plants to simple, physical fitness. Some powers are passive, others are not) While nowhere near as powerful as that the average Aphrodite demigod possesses, Paul has a natural beauty and grace about him, and unfortunately inherited his father's habit of constantly trying to set up the other campers. Paul has the limited ability to mask some of his basic features to throw others off his trail if he gets caught do something.
Appearance:Paul
Personality: Paul is a fairly nice, if not a bit mischievous. He genuinely cares about his fellow campers, even those he doesnt like, and automatically thinks about potential matches for every camper he meets. Paul is fairly insecure about his lack of any 'Useful' powers, and will sometimes sulk when he sees another demigod perform a great feat, a condition which was probably not helped by the fact that he had been at camp for more than two years before getting claimed, with Hymenaios barely meeting the deadline of Paul's thirteenth birthday. Paul is terrified of spiders, and comes from a shady backround.
Biography: (Please have it be at least one or two paragraphs) Paul was born in North Carolina some seventeen years ago in November nine months after a meeting between Hymenaios and his mother, a middle-class nurse. When he was three, Paul's mother married a woman named Samantha who owned a dry cleaners. Four more years later Paul had his first encounter with a monster at the age of seven, barely escaping a hellhound that attacked him in the suburban neighbourhood where he resided.
Paul was finally taken to camp by a Satyr at the age of Eleven, where he stayed in the Hermes cabin and tried his best to be as discrete as possible, showing a decent proficiency in fighting with a longbow, using a knife as his last-resort. Two years after he arrived in camp, he was finally claimed by Hymenaios at the age of Thirteen, Paul has since remained fairly quiet the last four years, keeping mostly to himself out of the paranoia that he would be teased over his lackluster godly heritage.
Other: I was told to put anything that doesnt fit elsewhere in the app here.
Paul likes trains.
RP example:

http://forum.nationstates.net/posting.php?mode=quote&f=31&p=28369901&sid=44eba95cb4ba0b3f583bc7b77537846f

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Redfort Keep, the residence and seat of power of House Marthart in the City of Avendor. The Capital city of the Duchy of Nombathia.
Archduke Richard Marthart was sitting on his throne, a large ornate wooden chair with Marthart Boars carved into it. The medium-sized throne room was completely deserted, save for the Archduke himself and one Prophet of Death. Even the Honour Guard had been ordered to patrol the halls. The Archduke just sat in his chair for a few moments, seemingly pondering something, constantly shifting in his seat.
After a short period, the Prophet finally spoke up, shifting in his armour.
"My Lord, your state is getting worse, and we both know it. You are not even hiding your negativity from me anymore. You must send Godrick out to further your line, or I fear the Marthart's will die out. We can not allow that to happ-" The Prophet was cut off as the Archduke raised his arm, shifting in his throne. "One would almost think you thought you could read the future, rather than emotions. I rule in Nombathia, I do not wish to send Godrick to risk his life hunting about for damsels in distress while I suffer from my current predicament. If I were to die while Godrick was away, what would there be to stop Marcus from seizing power for himself during the regency? Upon Godrick's return there would be fighting in the streets. One fire in a farm would form a spiral of death, spreading to the farmhouse, then the local village, then the forests, swiftly engulfing us all in a fresh level of Death. As the Archduke of this dominion, it is my responsibility to try to avoid having that sort of scenario happening when this plague finally takes me."
The Archduke sighed, running a hand through his hair. Though the Archduke was only in his early thirties, his hair was already going gray.
The Prophet thought for a moment, finally speaking up.
"My Lord, my Order has guarded your house and the interests of your heirs for thousands of years now. What if half of us took a small retinue of about fifty men to protect Godrick on his travels, and the rest of our order watched Marcus at all times, making it very clear that your throne shall rightfully go to Godrick? This would keep both your sons alive, allow Godrick to keep your blood going, and prevent Marcus from usurping the Archduchy if you were to die while Godrick was gone."
The Archduke nodded, stroking his braided beard. "Fine, fine. I suppose that we were going to have to start finding Noble houses to marry into outside our own borders anyway. Send Godrick to me, I will have a talk with him on what lies ahead, and what he should be prepared to face on his return."
The Prophet of Death bowed, sprinting from the throne room, carefully closing the doors behind him.

---

A few moments later, a younger man who looked to be about seventeen walked in. He wore a black tunic with a white Boar on the front. Under this, he wore full chainmail, with leather gloves. The young man stood at six foot nine inches tall, plus an additional inch added by his leather boots, and weighed in at three hundred fifty six pounds. The young man was muscular and clean-shaven, with long red hair. The young man bowed to the Archduke, before rising a moment later.
"Father, Prophet Rollo told me that you wished to speak about some important matters concerning the fate of our household?"
Archduke Richard nodded at his son, gesturing for the young man to stand at ease. "Godrick, I may not be as old as I would have liked, but I most likely wont live to see the next winter. If I die, that will just leave those few of our house who currently reside in this very fortress. That means you, your brother, your sister, your cousin, and your uncle. Your uncle is an old man, which just leaves me with three young men old enough to inherit. Your cousin Jared has no desire to hold my titles, and you are my favourite son. I want the line to grow stronger with you. Son, I need you to go out and make House Marthart known to our neighbours. Go out and make friends in high places, wed a noblewoman, and return back to Avendor. Our house has greatly suffered from this damn plague, and I will rot in the next three afterlives before I let this entire family pass over."
It took a few moments for all this to register with Godrick. After a moment, the young man opened his mouth to respond. "Father, I understand what you are saying, but why? For all your life you have pressed for isolationism, you yourself have always said that with new neighbours come new enemies, which leads to more wars, which results in more dead Martharts. Why start reaching out now?"
The Archduke took the family sword, resting it across his lap. "Godrick, you are going to need to be able to tell a good story of bravery and triumph. Because even with the Prophets watching him, I highly doubt that Marcus will simply let you have this household once my body goes cold. You will need allies, and you will need to be able to produce an heir. If you can do that, Marcus's followers will waver. They will ponder if it truly is worth it to risk it all on a civil war. Take the Marthart Blade, and take it to any who would move to stand in the way of the very survival of this household. I have a small retinue waiting for you outside the front gates." The Archduke then handed the massive Zweihänder to Godrick, waiting proudly as the young man strapped the greatsword to his person.
Godrick nodded, standing at attention, barely keeping his face neutral.
"Allright father, I will prepare myself at once. I promise, I wont let you down. When I return, I shall return with thrice the renown, and thrice the honour, father." Archduke Richard beamed at his son, resting a hand on the young man's shoulder.
"I know you wont, son."

Note: Both those posts were made past midnight, so please do forgive any errors in them.
Did you read the rules?: Aye. Dont be a Sue, keep it in your pants, you are some sort of arbitrary monotheistic god, and we should keep a modicum of basic forum/RP standards.

[Imperial--japan]

(WIP)

Name: Euphemia Eliades

Age: 18
Gender: Female
Godly parent: Aphrodite
Powers:

• Link of Love: Euphemia can establish a telepathic link with her comrades, and through it she can channel emotional encouragement and strong feelings of any kind. As a result, she can improve the morale of her allies, causing them to become fanatically hostile or pacifistic. Sacrificing her own strength, she can also buff her allies or sap their strength and empower herself.
• Hormonal Manipulation: If within five feet of someone, Euphemia can manipulate levels of attraction, arousal, and WHO they're attracted to.
• Sexual Empowerment: Euphemia can temporarily sap the strength of foes and allies alike directly, whether through a kiss or through intercourse. By doing so, she can copy abilities, but if not careful than the strength drained could be lethal.

Personality: Euphemia is normally fairly polite in her actions with others, but she gets a delightful kick out of toying with the emotions of others. It's an instinctual pleasure and habit of hers to see others bend to her every desire. She also has a strong hatred for being outdone at anything, and is a serious perfectionist. From swordplay to social interaction, Euphemia always tries to be the best of her peers, and if she can't outdo someone, then she'll simply find a way to knock them down a peg. Or in some cases, work the magic of seduction for ill-purpose.

Biography: Raised by a single father until about the age of 13 years old, Euphemia looked up to him immensely given his profession as a treasure hunter (and black market dealer, but she doesn't have to know that). He made it a habit of bringing her back shiny objects and rare artifacts as part of her birthday surprises. At 13, Euphemia was brought to Camp Half-Blood when her father explained that she was a 'special' child. The appearance of the Satyr and her status as a Demigod came as a huge shock, but also left her strangely pleased. This would be the start of feeding her ever growing ego.

Claimed by Aphrodite, she was welcomed into the cabin with open arms, and underwent trials and tribulations for years to become a Demigod worthy of her mother. Unlike some of the other children of Aphrodite, Euphemia looks to impress her mother with her intrigue and manipulative prowess. All done with her impressive skill set.
Other: Euphemia carries a small sacrificial dagger coated in a fast-acting paralytic. Courtesy of her father. She normally keeps it strapped to her upper thigh.

RP example: Here

Did you read the rules?: K

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Name: Paul Smith
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Godly parent: Hymenaios- The Greek God of Weddings
Powers: (This can range from manipulating flowers and plants to simple, physical fitness. Some powers are passive, others are not) While nowhere near as powerful as that the average Aphrodite demigod possesses, Paul has a natural beauty and grace about him, and unfortunately inherited his father's habit of constantly trying to set up the other campers. Paul has the limited ability to mask some of his basic features to throw others off his trail if he gets caught do something.
Appearance:Paul
Personality: Paul is a fairly nice, if not a bit mischievous. He genuinely cares about his fellow campers, even those he doesnt like, and automatically thinks about potential matches for every camper he meets. Paul is fairly insecure about his lack of any 'Useful' powers, and will sometimes sulk when he sees another demigod perform a great feat, a condition which was probably not helped by the fact that he had been at camp for more than two years before getting claimed, with Hymenaios barely meeting the deadline of Paul's thirteenth birthday. Paul is terrified of spiders, and comes from a shady backround.
Biography: (Please have it be at least one or two paragraphs) Paul was born in North Carolina some seventeen years ago in November nine months after a meeting between Hymenaios and his mother, a middle-class nurse. When he was three, Paul's mother married a woman named Samantha who owned a dry cleaners. Four more years later Paul had his first encounter with a monster at the age of seven, barely escaping a hellhound that attacked him in the suburban neighbourhood where he resided.
Paul was finally taken to camp by a Satyr at the age of Eleven, where he stayed in the Hermes cabin and tried his best to be as discrete as possible, showing a decent proficiency in fighting with a longbow, using a knife as his last-resort. Two years after he arrived in camp, he was finally claimed by Hymenaios at the age of Thirteen, Paul has since remained fairly quiet the last four years, keeping mostly to himself out of the paranoia that he would be teased over his lackluster godly heritage.
Other: Work In Progress, it is thirty past midnight.
RP example: (Ignore if you've already given one) Work in Progress, it is Thirty past midnight.
Did you read the rules?: Aye. Dont be a Sue, keep it in your pants, you are some sort of arbitrary monotheistic god, and we should keep a modicum of basic forum/RP standards.

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: (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, he enjoys being out in the wild. He enjoys the thrill of the hunt more then anything. He's not the type of person one would call a hero, preferring to just let things happen as they happen. In combat he is cold, calculated and almost sadistic in the way he will "hunt" his enemies, stalking them for a long period before ending them with one strike.

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 --> (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.

Edited with a better back story and added bit to personality

Both of these seem good, and of course, Templar, you're good as well.

And Shadow, like Templar said, I'd rather you not use primordial gods or goddesses.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Maybe.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Maybe.

I like maybes. That's my favorite answer.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

I'm kinda disappointed... Only Roman and Greek... When in fact in the world that Rick Riordan has Egyptian wizards and now Norse demigods

[The Flame Dawn]

Good Morning Everyone!

I will finish my app today!

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

I'm kinda disappointed... Only Roman and Greek... When in fact in the world that Rick Riordan has Egyptian wizards and now Norse demigods

Well, I wanted this to mostly be centered around Greek and Roman, if only because I don't think I'd be able to find a way to incorporate Egyptian magicians, unless you have an idea of how they can be involved. The same goes for the Norse demigods.

[Faal Lot Himdah]

I'm kinda disappointed... Only Roman and Greek... When in fact in the world that Rick Riordan has Egyptian wizards and now Norse demigods

Well, I wanted this to mostly be centered around Greek and Roman, if only because I don't think I'd be able to find a way to incorporate Egyptian magicians, unless you have an idea of how they can be involved. The same goes for the Norse demigods.

Well, what are you planning?

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Well, I wanted this to mostly be centered around Greek and Roman, if only because I don't think I'd be able to find a way to incorporate Egyptian magicians, unless you have an idea of how they can be involved. The same goes for the Norse demigods.

Well, what are you planning?

What am I planning? For this RP, you mean? Well, not much for now. It's mostly just going to be a casual roleplay, but eventually I'm thinking there'd be a quest involving quite a few campers at camp. Of course, I'm not against the ideas of there being other things as well, just like how I'm not against the idea of Norse and Egyptian bring incorporated somehow. The only reason why I chose only Greek and Roman was because of the result of the final book of the Heroes of Olympus series, and I thought it would be easy to explain why the Romans are at Camp Half-Blood.

[Parcia]

So is my OC accepted or no?

Disregard this, didn't read your reply right the first time.

[Great Order]

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.

((Sure, sorry for not including it there. I had been working on it for a while and started to feel a bit weary from writing it.))

While Rick was still not entirely sure why he was training to fight monsters that he had not encountered - which Lupa noted was rather odd - he still put forth his best effort to go along with her training if only due to the promise that it would lead him to a place where he belonged. That had led him into their current part of his training - how to become not the hunted, but rather the hunter. In this he was to be hunted by a wolf, but it was his job to try and mess up his tracks to lead the animal into a trap that he had set up. He was not given much of a warning to this and was told that he would either succeed or fail - no middle ground and no second chances. After being given a head start his first instinct was to head for some form of river to try and mask his scent, and so he did so. However, he quickly understood that submerging himself into a cold creek was perhaps not the most pleasant experience and left him and his clothes very cold. However, he did not want to let this bother him and remember a line that Lupa had pounded into his head over the time that he had known her - You must be tough. It is kill or be killed. And so he endured the cold and then began thinking of a way to formulate his trap. It took him a few seconds, however the not so distant howl of the wolf was enough to jump start his thinking. In the end he decided to do something simple that he hoped would be effective - tear off a piece of his shirt and leave it attached to a bush while he hid in the foliage of a tree above it. When the wolf paused to sniff the clothing he would just down and hopefully not kill himself in the process. He felt that his mother would not be too pleased to have their first meeting in a long while be his death. So he quickly set his plan in motion. He tore off part of his sleeve - biting into it to create a tear and then using that to make it easier to tear, he completed its removal. Next, he attached it to the sticks of the bush and then attempted to climb the tree as fast as he could. Arriving in the branches, he tried his best to steady his breathing and keep his calm. Mentally he was anxious that his plan would be too simple and would lead to him being trapped in the tree, but he was not given too much time to worry himself as the wolf quickly appeared into view. As expected it quickly made its way over to the piece of fabric and began sniffing it, and it appeared to realize rather quickly that it had fallen into a trap by being able to detect the same smell coming from above him. However by then it was too late. Rick quickly jumped out of the tree and landed on the wolf, which replied to his presence with a pronounced yelp of pain. Careful to try and not hurt the wolf but also careful to make sure that it was subdued, Rick placed his hands on the wolf's snout to hold it closed while hopefully he needed not to keep up that position for long. However, his dreams were not quite inline with reality and the wolf struggled to try and escape from its captor's grip for minutes that seemed much longer than they were before finally Lupa arrived to find her new pup's exercise a success. After giving a small nod of approval she spoke, "Very good. Now, unhand my child. We still have much more to do." Rick did not doubt that in the slightest.

((Sorry to add to the clutter, but this is acceptable, right?))

[The Flame Dawn]

((Sure, sorry for not including it there. I had been working on it for a while and started to feel a bit weary from writing it.))

While Rick was still not entirely sure why he was training to fight monsters that he had not encountered - which Lupa noted was rather odd - he still put forth his best effort to go along with her training if only due to the promise that it would lead him to a place where he belonged. That had led him into their current part of his training - how to become not the hunted, but rather the hunter. In this he was to be hunted by a wolf, but it was his job to try and mess up his tracks to lead the animal into a trap that he had set up. He was not given much of a warning to this and was told that he would either succeed or fail - no middle ground and no second chances. After being given a head start his first instinct was to head for some form of river to try and mask his scent, and so he did so. However, he quickly understood that submerging himself into a cold creek was perhaps not the most pleasant experience and left him and his clothes very cold. However, he did not want to let this bother him and remember a line that Lupa had pounded into his head over the time that he had known her - You must be tough. It is kill or be killed. And so he endured the cold and then began thinking of a way to formulate his trap. It took him a few seconds, however the not so distant howl of the wolf was enough to jump start his thinking. In the end he decided to do something simple that he hoped would be effective - tear off a piece of his shirt and leave it attached to a bush while he hid in the foliage of a tree above it. When the wolf paused to sniff the clothing he would just down and hopefully not kill himself in the process. He felt that his mother would not be too pleased to have their first meeting in a long while be his death. So he quickly set his plan in motion. He tore off part of his sleeve - biting into it to create a tear and then using that to make it easier to tear, he completed its removal. Next, he attached it to the sticks of the bush and then attempted to climb the tree as fast as he could. Arriving in the branches, he tried his best to steady his breathing and keep his calm. Mentally he was anxious that his plan would be too simple and would lead to him being trapped in the tree, but he was not given too much time to worry himself as the wolf quickly appeared into view. As expected it quickly made its way over to the piece of fabric and began sniffing it, and it appeared to realize rather quickly that it had fallen into a trap by being able to detect the same smell coming from above him. However by then it was too late. Rick quickly jumped out of the tree and landed on the wolf, which replied to his presence with a pronounced yelp of pain. Careful to try and not hurt the wolf but also careful to make sure that it was subdued, Rick placed his hands on the wolf's snout to hold it closed while hopefully he needed not to keep up that position for long. However, his dreams were not quite inline with reality and the wolf struggled to try and escape from its captor's grip for minutes that seemed much longer than they were before finally Lupa arrived to find her new pup's exercise a success. After giving a small nod of approval she spoke, "Very good. Now, unhand my child. We still have much more to do." Rick did not doubt that in the slightest.

((Sorry to add to the clutter, but this is acceptable, right?))

I can tell you're new to P2TM, there's no need to use "()" in the OOC thread =w=

[Krugeristan]

App

Name: Jaiek Valercan

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Godly Parent: Ares

Powers: Valercan has extreme durability, but loses power after every hit with any weapon. He is also able to communicate telepathically to birds of prey, namely falcons, as he grew up with trained ones.

Appearance: A little less than six feet tall, with white-blond hair and turquoise eyes. Skinny, but lean-muscled, and has a birthmark in the shape of a mouse on his right shoulder. Outside of camp, he's usually seen wearing either black or dark-blue clothing, and likes to wear black, knee-high boots.

Personality: A son of Ares is typically war-like and angry, but Valercan is very controlled, only releasing his anger when he or someone he cares about is in danger. His natural state is very calm. He's very intelligent, especially with battle tactics and strategies. He's also left-handed, and very creative because of it. He finds it hard to make friends, preferring to be approached rather than approach himself, but any person who becomes friends with him will find he's also loyal as soldier, and won't let you down no matter what.

Biography: Jaiek Valercan was born to a pet shop owner and a hunter--or at least, he thought his father was a hunter. His mother owned and ran a very successful pet shop, where, at a young age, Jaiek developed a love for animals, and tried talking to them as if they'd talk back. When he was ten, his father started taking him on summer trips to his hunting cabin, where Jaiek was taught how to train falcons, but it wasn't until he was twelve when he thought, Don't fail me while holding a falcon, and the falcon responded with, You've had me for two years. Do you really think I'd let you down?
Very shocked at this, and thinking he was crazy, Jaiek didn't hesitate to tell his father what happened, and, his father was hesitant to say, "Well, we'd knew this would happen someday." Confused, Jaiek demanded answers, and ended up sitting at the dinner table with his mother telling him, "Charles isn't your real father." The long talk revealed Jaiek was actually the son of the Greek God of War, and his "father" was just his mother's best friend, who agreed to help Jaiek because he still needed a father figure in his life.
His mother was concerned that Jaiek now knew the truth, and after several months of moving around and getting arrangements, Jaiek Valercan was pulled from school, and sent to Camp Half-Blood. He only goes home to see his mother and "Uncle" Charles around Christmastime.

Other: Valercan is prone to various illnesses.

RP Example: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=373954

Did you read the rules: Yes, sir/ma'am, I did.

[Flammaland]

Name: Sam Forester

Age: 17

Gender: Gender neutral, female presenting.

Godly parent: Thetis

Powers: Like their mother, Sam can shapeshift. At the moment they are limited to animals, but they have the potential to take on more esoteric forms such as fire or water.

Appearance:

http://img08.deviantart.net/6936/i/2015/089/0/4/mitch_grassi_by_drawing_weeaboo-d8nt2wm.jpg

Personality: Usually tense, with a frantic yet contagious energy about them. They are friendly and open, willing to give people second chances and happy to help out where needed. One of the their major sticking points is their half brother Achilles. As a child of Themis, comparisons get drawn between Sam and one of the most famous demigods to ever live. They're considering starting up a support ground for the children of gods who sired famous demigods.

Biography: Sam’s father, Alexander Forester, was a marine archaeologist who was employed as part of a team searching the Dardanelles for evidence of the Trojan War. While diving, he caught the attention of Thetis, who travelled with him back to London. Eventually, Thetis gave birth to Sam then left Alexander to look after the child. When Sam turned 15, Thetis came back and told them the truth behind their birth. Sam took it as well as can be expected, and travelled to Camp Half Blood.

Other: Has a bizarre love of IKEA.

RP example: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=344361

Did you read the rules?: Yes

[Great Order]

I can tell you're new to P2TM, there's no need to use "()" in the OOC thread =w=

I think it is more of the force of habit than anything else, but yes, I am relatively new to this board.