Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Welcome to our site! We are so glad you are here my friend. Pull up a seat, set your weapons down and let's chat. We are a non-canon, percy jackson RP site based in Camp Jupiter. Both Greek and Roman demigods allowed. Legacies are limited. We have a very small word requirement for posting and we're pretty relaxed around here. We like drama but not the RL kind so keep this place nice and friendly. If you've got questions don't hesitate to ask!
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All the Greeks knew of Alessia's attitude had since her sister died. They barely commented on it now, mostly ignoring and avoiding her when they could. Only a fair few knew to stand up to her to meet her rage with their own strong words. It was rare, but it was something that Alessia respected. The Romans were mainly the ones that stood their ground against the daughter of Zeus, but that was because they saw themselves as more robust. They were warriors, children of a more violent side of their parents. Though they were technically the same gods, just different names, they held diverse attributes. And those attributes had translated into the DNA of their child.
But this guy, a familiar yet not familiar Greek, was enough to stand his ground against her. Calling out her attitude in a level tone, one that had her lips purse and her eyes narrow at him. But she didn't comment. Instead, her boiling rage was slowly diminishing, as if a fire had been thrown on it. She sighed, nodding her head, "I do," she breathed out, her voice sounding like a hissing fire that had water thrown upon its stones. It was her calming rage, the boiling of it all disappearing. It was still there, but like a calming storm, so was she. It was still electrifying but not enough to hurt. "No more attitude, do what you have to," she added, nodding her head as if that was the only apology that she was going to give him.
She very rarely said the words 'I'm sorry' anymore; those two words were right up the pole as a three-letter word that she refused to think about. "I'm Alessia, by the way," she said, her eyes staring straight down at the injured hand, refusing to look at him. Though her face didn't show it, she felt somewhat bad for snapping at him. While she was a Hellhoundess, it didn't mean she was unfeeling of remorse or guilt; it just rarely breathed life in her.
Alessandra and Alessia were identical twins and had looked exactly alike their entire lives. Many people confused one for the other, at least, until they got to Camp. They had shown different talents since the moment they were welcomed into the fray, and it was enough for them to spread their wings and fly. They weren't confused as quickly, but there were times that it happened. Even after her sister's death, there were a few people that would look as if they had seen a ghost until they remembered. Those moments made it harder for Alessia to mourn her sister, but as time went on, people didn't do it as often.
For many, like Nikolai, she hoped that seeing her face was enough for the ghost of his past to haunt him. He wanted him to remember what he did, what pain he had caused her. Alessia didn't realize that what happened in the past hurt him as much as it hurt her, and she didn't care. Sandra was her sister, her twin, but she was also one of Nikolai's close friends - but she didn't care. The pain was her's alone; no one else could feel it. Maybe that made her ignorant, but again, ignorance is bliss. And for Alessia, taunting and insulting the man that practically killed her sister made her feel somewhat better. Would it bring her twin back? No, but she didn't care.
'I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's not mine. Is there anything I can help you with? If not, I'll continue the work I was given,' Alessia had plenty on her tongue that she wanted to say at that moment, but she kept it in. She was seconds away from telling him that what she needed help with was killing him, but she stopped herself. As much as she wanted his blood on her hands, she couldn't voice that. "At least you know how to clean, even if it isn't your own mess. Maybe it'll help you with your own one day..." she taunted, not answering his question about needing help with something. She wasn't about to be shooed away.
She remained where she was standing, watching as he picked up a bucket that he had been using. Her eyes watched him like a hawk as he drew closer to her, needing the sink that was a few feet away from her. He refused to look at her directly, something that she was used to. He hadn't looked at her since she turned her spiteful nature towards him, Alessandra's blood upon his hands, staining them for the rest of his life. And then, he did the one thing that would have made her laugh if she hadn't been in the splash zone. He tripped, tipping the bucket over and spilling the content of the gross water everywhere. Including the bottom of her pants and shoes, her eyes went wide.
"Are you f**king serious?!" she screeched, her fingers practically turning into live wires from anger.
'I mean, you are kind of putting out those I'll murder anyone who sits next to me vibes.' Sienna's admission almost made the young brunette laugh, but she kept it in. Alessia was sure that was the vibe that she was giving off; it had been since her sister died. The news had come to her not long after the quest went south, and it was all Nikolai's fault. While most people had forgotten about the fallen campers from that quest because they were forced to abandon their camp, Alessia couldn't. There were multiple ways for her to forget, let it go, and she didn't see any of them happening anytime soon.
But, I kinda feel like no one from Camp Halfblood should be alone right now.' Alessia shrugged her shoulders, not agreeing nor disagreeing. Unlike the rest of those that came over from their previous camp, she did not feel the need to be with others. She rather keep to herself; not that many enjoyed her company anymore anyway. Not even her fellow siblings liked to be around her since Alessandra died. It was one of the reasons that she and Sienna had broken up. And yet, here was her ex-girlfriend, trying to be there for her. It was one of the things that the old Alessia would have enjoyed; it was one thing that drew her closer to Sienna. It was one of the personality traits that had Alessia developing feelings for the crazy-haired daughter of Iris. She shook her head out of her past, out of the thoughts that didn't matter.
"I'm not like the others, though; I prefer to be alone. You know that Sienna," she breathed out, her words holding a little more bite than she intended. Whatever little she still felt for Sienna was buried beneath the surface, never to return. Maybe her demeanor towards the woman she once cared for was to protect her; Alessia knew that she couldn't handle losing another person that she loved deeply. Was her relationship with Sienna even love? Had they gotten to that point? Alessia had never said that three-letter word to Sienna, but had she felt it? She'd never know now.
The female did not take any of Alessia's hints to be alone. Instead, she continued as if the girl hadn't said anything to turn her away. She let out a bitter laugh, "I doubt they'd appreciate my strengths. They don't like any of us; they don't trust us. I don't blame them," she said, taking a bite of her food. Not when we have a murderer within our group, she thought to herself. A few of the Romans had been somewhat interested in her talents as a fighter, but there was only a handful. They'd never really be accepted into the fold, no matter how much they tried. The Greeks weren't fighters, not like the Romans.
Trusting people, let alone allowing them to help her, was not something Alessia was okay with. Trusting people? It got you hurt. Needing their help? It got a persona a one-way ticket to the Underworld. But was getting someone to look at the wound that she had inflicted upon herself going to get her killed? The Camp protected them, and if it came to it, many would fight to protect everyone inside. They weren't on a quest...she wouldn't end up like her sister. An internal conflict brewed inside of her as the expression upon the male's face changed.
He likely was judging her for what she had done to hurt herself, and really, she was judging herself as well. Who the Hades punched a tree? A wall, maybe; a tree, that was the worst idea. Beating a person, now that was a better idea. Her attention changed to daydreaming about punching Nikolai in the face. A sadistic grin slowly appeared on her lips as she thought about it. She was barely listening to the male as he went on about shards from a tree, not guaranteeing sepsis, but it's a trigger point, blah, blah, blah.
Alessia slowly agreed to the help, though she had hoped he couldn't do much. He'd send her on her way, but the minute she mentioned tweezers, he told her that he had a trauma kit. Her brain instantly labeled him as a nerd. 'Would you like to sit down next to me, or would you prefer standing?' He looked at her, the kit that he mentioned having produced before her eyes. She rolled them, moving forward and plopping down next to him, not answering his question, and instead, she held out her hand.
'So, was this a normal tree that you took offense to? Or some sort of poisoned one that you had to fight your way out of?' Alessia let out a dry laugh, lacking emotion and only frustration, "It was a normal tree," she huffed out. Was she about to tell him that she had imagined it was Nikolai's face? No, she wasn't.
The last time she had seen Sienna Watson up close, they had been breaking up. Alessia knew the reason that the other woman had broken things off, but at the time, she had nothing to say to her. Their relationship hadn't been the worse thing that happened in her life, but the fact that the woman had broken her heart during a tough time made her hate her more. But she didn't blame her. Alessia would have done the same thing if Sienna had become a cold-hearted Hellhoundess before her eyes. She didn't hate Sienna like she hated him, but she did find annoyance in her presence. It brought up the past during her time of peace, and she didn't always want to set things on fire. Sometimes she wanted a level head, doesn't everyone?
She growled out her question, narrowing her eyes as her appetite disappeared. She started pushing the food around, staring at the woman that stood before her. There were no romantic feelings between the two of them, at least not on Alessia's side. 'I saw you eating alone, thought you might need some company. So, how has Camp Jupiter been treating you so far?' A bitter laugh broke free from the reddish-brown hair as she threw her head back.
She held in the snort, bringing her attention back to the woman. "You didn't think that I was alone because I want to be?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders at the second question that broke free from the woman's lips. Should Alessia humor her? She thought against it but found herself answering. "It's been treating me splendidly," she said, her tone bitter, and she didn't even ask how it was treating Sienna.
Life within the Roman Camp was probably something that Alessia both needed and didn't. While it fueled the flames of her anger, it also cradled her with distractions. Maybe not the best distractions when it came to her anger, but hitting people with swords and not worrying about being kind, was what the doctor ordered. She noticed the differences between the two camps, and maybe, just maybe, she needed this camp. She needed it to heal, but she didn't see that yet. Her anger clouded her better judgment, and she had already proven that she had a hot head when she punched that tree and was forced to allow a guy by a pool to clean up the wound.
Accepting help, at least, right now, was not something that she enjoyed. But, on the other hand, one needed to look out for themselves to survive, and if her sister had seen that, maybe...maybe she'd still be alive. Alessandra would still be alive with a lot of different factors that could have come into play. One of the main ones? If that stupid Jupiter's backside was either the one that died or hadn't been picked for the quest. Hades, her thoughts never went to Alessandra joining him. If she hadn't been there, maybe she would still be alive. She'd be here, at Camp Jupiter, calling her out on her morals.
A growl left her lips as she threw the dagger that was in her hands, hitting it straight in the bullseye that she had plastered to a nearby tree. It was sticking out, and her mind saw red. She practically pretended that it was his body that she had pierced, blood pooling to the surface of his shirt as the life left his eyes. Was that what it looked like when Alessandra died? Did the light slowly leave her eyes, or was it quick? She swallowed, hissing out a breath as she stalked forward and grabbed it.
Her feet stomped against the ground as she headed towards the armory. It was similar to Camp Halfblood but better at the same time. Maybe it was a little more filled with different weapons and definitely more organized. But as she entered the building, she stopped dead in her tracks once something inside caught her attention.
Nikolai. Her eyes narrowed, willing that he would combust just from her gaze. "So you do know how to clean up your own messes, huh?" she questions, her voice deadly calm and yet filled with malice.
The curses that were muttered from the woman's lips were barely heard in the echo of the pool. The sound of the water lapping against the sides of their confinement filling the void and covering the swear words that would make any child cover their ears. She could practically hear a toddler screaming something about a swear jar in mind—the splintering pieces of bark, the feeling of the water soaking through to her socks.
This day couldn't get any worse, right? She thought to herself as she stepped back. And then it happened, a voice that echoed around her and made her groan internally. Had to jinx yourself, Alessia, she thought to herself.
'I'm a healer. Do you want help cleaning the wound, or are you content with a round of antibiotics for the sepsis later?' Dark eyes moved from her knuckles to take in the voice, a male that looked around her age; he wasn't bad looking, but not her type. She wrinkled her nose, "Sepsis? From punching a tree?" she questioned, as if not believing him. What was she to know though, she wasn't a healer; she was a fighter.
"Unless you got some tweezers for these stupid splinters, I doubt cleaning it will do anything..." she muttered to herself, making no move from her current position.
Life in the Roman camp was much different from the life that many Greeks lived. They were tougher, meaner, and maybe a little better when it came to battles. She wasn't complaining, though; maybe their lifestyle was something many of the Greeks needed. Perhaps that fracker would learn how to keep his teammates alive while living among the Romans. She laughed at the thought; she doubted he would learn anything. He'd just get the next bunch of Greeks killed, or maybe, the next quest he receives will include Roman demigods. She'd love to see them abandon him to die instead of fighting to keep him alive.
Was she a little angry? Maybe. Did she wish for the death of a fellow demigod because of it? Yes, yes, she was. And she didn't care one bit. They may be family from some weird god-point of view, but she hated his guts. It was his fault that Alessandra had died, and she wasn't going to let him forget it. Because if she had to have nightmares of her sister dying over and over again while he laughed or stood shell-shocked, she was going to kill something. Maybe a little electric zap to his gluteus maximus would state her thirst for his blood?
She grumbled to herself, seated in the mess hall, pushing her dinner around the plate. There were a few empty spots around her; most of the campers knew to avoid her when she was in one of these moods. Then again, when wasn't she in a mood? The table shook a little as someone sat their food down and seated themselves near her. She glanced up, seeing a familiar face, and grimaced, "What the Hades do you want?"
The anger that radiated off the young woman was toxic to those around her. Many that knew her, especially her siblings, learned to keep far away when she was angry. Today was one of those days. The random sparks of rage that she felt were enough to cause an earthquake from the feet running out of her way. They knew to stay away, and she was glad. People that knew her had learned that staying away and letting her rage was the best option. It was something they had discovered three years ago, after her sister's death and the rage within her grew. She had let the darkness in, and it consumed her.
The only difference now? Camp Halfblood was gone, destroyed, and they were left homeless. At least, for a little while. The move to Camp Jupiter, a Roman camp for the demigods of the Greek's counterparts, had welcomed them. Or rather, begrudgingly allowed them a shelter to stay safe. The way some of them looked at the Greeks, she knew they weren't trusted. They weren't like them; they were darker, more powerful, and maybe a little scary. The only thing was, Alessia was also frightening. One of her siblings had even joked that she should have been born to Jupiter instead of Zeus, her anger mirroring the Romans. She glared at him, and he practically peed himself as he disappeared.
Alessia had wondered how Alessandra would have taken to the move if she would have found Camp Jupiter as attractive as she had. Or if she too would have been on edge and untrusting. Alessia didn't trust well; she looked out for number one most of the time. At least, when she was at camp, if she were out on a quest, that would have been a completely different story. She would have made sure everyone survived, unlike a certain son of Hades she loathed. The thought of that bastard had her hands ball into a fist as she moved, her boot-covered feet practically shaking the earth as she stomped. Her emotions fueled her, and before she knew it, she found solace in the silence.
The Irish-tempered woman growled to herself as she became lost; she didn't know this place. This wasn't her home; this wasn't the life that she wanted. She should be the one dead, not her sister...slowly, a sting of pain went up her arm, and her gaze moved down. She had punched a f**king tree, a curse leaving her lips as she gazed down at it. Slowly, the young woman began to pick splinters out of her knuckles, her feet walking as she headed in whatever direction she was. She wasn't sure, at least, not until her shoes grew wet and the sound of water filled her ears.
Moving her eyes away from the blood knuckles, she took in where she was standing. It was a pool...and her socks were slowly becoming moist.
[attr="class","vplotextra"]greek cohort. daughter of zeus. bi. single.[break] ❝ NO DEEPER MADNESS THAN YOUR OWN MAKING VISIONS LASHING BLADES OF SHAME, ❞
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3 YEARS AT CAMP / CLAIMED!
[break] Darkness is a thing that is always lying sleeping in a person. Sometimes it opens its jaws and howls; other times, it quietly remains, waiting for the right moment to strike. For some, it could be put to bay over the years; for others, they aren't so lucky. A temper always came with this darkness, and sometimes, one just wanted to give in to it, let the emotions break them, and watch them swim. [break][break] Alessia had always had a temper, that much was for sure. Her competitive nature made it so, but she also had a good side. One that showed more often when she was younger. There is a balance within Alessia, but a mysterious one at that; some might even call her bipolar, moving from one emotion to the next within seconds. However, she's far from that disorder; instead, it's just her short-fuse temper. [break][break] While the young woman can be extremely loyal, flirtatious, and somewhat calm...whatever that means, she can also be quite coy. Many have noted that she can be pretty adaptable to the situations at hand and quite alert to her surroundings. She's bold, independent, confident, disciplined, observant, mature, and highly perceptive. However, just because she has so many positive traits to her demeanor doesn't mean they always show. [break][break] This is especially apparent after her twin sister's death almost three years ago; losing her made her let the darkness in. Made her angry, almost manipulative. She had lost all humor within herself and can be quite hypocritical. She's showing a cocky side, one that always hid in the darkness, compulsive and irrational behavior that shows its head from time to time. She's also quite impulsive when angry, not caring if she lives or dies. But Alessia makes sure to protect her own, putting her life before them. Some would call her a martyr, but she isn't; she's self-destructive. [break][break] And her anger? It's pointed directly towards the man that caused her pain, that broke her...a man that she wishes would have died instead. Nikolai Delaney. [break][break]
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[ ELECTROKINESIS ] Like many other children of Zeus and Jupiter, Alessia was gifted with summoning, controlling, and bending electricity. Unlike her sister, who seemed to take to it pretty quickly, it took Alessia a while to control it. Summoning it? That had been a piece of cake. But when it came to controlling and bending it to her will? That took some time. However, after the death of her sister, and the anger that boiled inside her, she practically took to it. She used her anger to fuel the electricity within her, to use every fiber of her being to control it. And after a while, she surpassed the stage that her sister was able to do, becoming stronger in this power. Eventually, it became second nature to her. And while she's gotten better at it, it is something that drains her pretty quickly. She's like a battery that drains the minute electrical current surges through her, but when she uses it gradually, she can last much longer. [break][break] [ AEROKINESIS ] The ability to bend air and wind was always in her favor, something she found much easier to control since the beginning. She's used it a few times in battle, either to show an enemy far back or to use it as a wall when she's down. She even used it to send her teammate's arrow flying into the target they stupidly missed. She's also used it to help her dive faster towards her weapon, breaking the fall that definitely would have cut into her skin. Though Alessia had always wished she could fly with this ability, it had stopped one from getting a concussion or two when it came to falling - who said one couldn't fall with style? And just like electrokinesis, she finds that this drains her almost as quickly, leaving her practically breathless. [break][break]
To learn more about, ALESSIA NIMUE O'SHEA, you can find her biography here.
[attr="class","vplotextra"]first cohort. daughter of bellona. hetero. single.[break] ❝ THE DANGER IS I'M DANGEROUS AND I MIGHT JUST TEAR YOU APART. ❞
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3 YEARS AT CAMP / CLAIMED!
[break] Since a young age, Esma has always held her head high and showed confidence in herself. When she came to Camp Jupiter, that confidence was pointed towards her abilities as well. She always believed, as long as one is courageous, the outcome will be bright. Esma is also highly mature and refined, but there is a fiery temper that lies beneath it. Her father always joked that their Spanish heritage gave her a quick-fire tongue and a spunky attitude. [break][break] Esma is exceptionally loyal to those that she calls family or friends, and sometimes, it takes a little warming up to her. Though she doesn't hold ill-will or prejudice towards the lower cohort, she will put them in their place if they prove themselves as troublemakers. Esma can take care of herself, and because of this, it means she can take care of those around her. She's probably the best person to take with you on a quest; she'll make sure everyone makes it out alive. [break][break] Though she is fierce and strong, there are some downsides to the young woman. She can come on a little intense, and she is extremely cautious on those that she befriends and trusts. To some, she might come off as cold or Hellhoundessy, but really, you just gotta warm up to her. A friend once described her as a cat; you never know what kind of person she is until she trusts you completely. Sometimes, it takes saving her gluteus maximus on a quest or in a game for her to realize that she can't always do things alone. [break][break] With Esma, darkness and light go hand-in-hand, the positives always come with the negatives. And while she doesn't try to scare people away, sometimes they do. She wants to make sure everyone is included in things, and sometimes they aren't. She tries to get along with everyone, but sometimes that doesn't work. But just because she tries and fails, doesn't mean she gives up. She a determined and stubborn young woman, and doesn't take "no" for an answer. So if you know what's good for you, don't tell her no. [break][break]
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[ TELUMKINESIS ] Just like any other child of Bellona, Esma is no exception when it comes to this ability. She, like many others of a warrior god/goddess, is a natural-born weapons expert. While it took some time to learn to use weapons, it was like riding a bike. She picked it up much easier than someone born of another god that wasn't as warrior-like as her mother. Along with her extremely agile ability with weapons, there is a say that she has a type of magical sway over them. However, just because she knows how to use many weapons, doesn't mean she is 100% good with all of them, her sway over swords, knives and even a whip is higher than her abilities over another weapon. She especially finds some difficulty in using weapons that belong to other people, especially when it is a gift from their godly parent. [break][break] [ EMPOWERMENT ] As a daughter of Bellona, Esma can share strength and courage with others around her, especially in the face of battle. The only downfall is, it comes at a bit of a price. While giving people courage around her, their emotions are like prickles against the skin, she can feel them as if they were her own. But that isn't the only price, the more people she shares her strength and courage with, the more she is drained. Due to the need to concentrate on those people, she is forced to refrain from the battle. [break][break] [ FIGHTING SKILLS ] Esma is extremely fluent in the art of swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat. She is a warrior, through and through, and pushes herself to the limit each day. Mix that with having been at camp for a good three years, and you have yourself a beast in the ring. [break][break]
To learn more about, ESMA ISABEL MORALES, you can find her biography here.
[attr="class","vplotextra"]third cohort. daughter of proserpina. bi. single.[break] ❝ GUESS YOU DIDN'T CHEAT BUT YOU'RE STILL A TRAITOR. ❞
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4 YEARS AT CAMP / CLAIMED!
[break] Life has a way of ing people over before they put one foot out the door. And in this case, that foot is being born into this messed up world. Being the daughter of a Roman Goddess, it had always meant that Dahlia would be an outcast, but maybe it was better that way. To look at one's life and only rely on themselves meant less heartbreak. [break][break] As a young girl, her father was never around, not as much as she liked. He was always away on business or came home when she was already tucked into bed. Because of this reason, she had to grow up pretty fast. She was mature for her age, almost like a modern-age Matilda. She was strong, proper, obedient, intelligent, and brave. She was everything someone would want in a daughter, and yet, her father barely wanted her. She was damaged because of that, believing that no one would ever want her, that she could only look out for herself. Dahlia is highly resilient; she had to when it came to the bullying for being different. Not being able to read, having all these complications, and being a child without parents, she had to take it all in strides. It only pushed her. As a teenager, this all turned into a darker side, which many could have seen coming if they looked hard enough. She became stubborn, willing to put herself through any pain to be seen by her father or even the unknown mother she knew nothing of. [break][break] Eventually, when Dahlia found her way to Camp Jupiter, she had struggled to forge meaningful connections with people, and making friends was not something that came easy to her. Having endured such a weird and bitter childhood, filled with heartbreak and the need for someone to understand her, she closed herself off. She can be somewhat violent, having a short temper towards those that wrong her. Dahlia resigns herself to isolation; she did let someone in. She thought she fell in love, even dated a guy for a year before she learned that he was cheating. Well, she assumed he was, and jealousy rang free in her. The minute he started dating someone else only a few days after her, she assumed the worst and closed off even more. Though there is some forgiveness after two years, she's slowly becoming more optimistic but still holds to her trusting issues. [break][break]
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[ CHLOROKINESIS ] Like any child of Proserpina, Dahlia has the ability to manipulate, bend, and grow plant life. She can bring any plant back from its dead state, and can even make new saplings grow to full maturity. However, her only problem is, these powers are their strongest during the Spring and Summertime. When it comes to Fall and Winter, she can't even bring back a piece of too ripe fruit. Though there are still times when she has no control over what becomes of the plant life, leaving her to have moments when her abilities don't follow her control. She could be attempting to bring a sapling to fruition, and instantly kill it. Or could revive a dead flower and instantly cause it to disappear back into the ground. In reality, there is no knowing what will become of anything she touches, especially when it's Fall and Winter. [break][break] Dahlia, however, is extremely passionate about taking care of plants that are attributed to Proserpina. Finding it easier to control things like pomegranate trees, willows, lilies, etc. She even has a better chance at her powers working on these types of plants during the dead-power months that she has, aka Fall and Winter. [break][break]
To learn more about, DAHLIA TAEGAN BARLOW, you can find her biography here.
Darkness is a thing that is always lying sleeping in a person. Sometimes it opens its jaws and howls; other times, it quietly remains, waiting for the right moment to strike. For some, it could be put to bay over the years; for others, they aren't so lucky. A temper always came with this darkness, and sometimes, one just wanted to give in to it, let the emotions break them, and watch them swim. [break][break] Alessia had always had a temper, that much was for sure. Her competitive nature made it so, but she also had a good side. One that showed more often when she was younger. There is a balance within Alessia, but a mysterious one at that; some might even call her bipolar, moving from one emotion to the next within seconds. However, she's far from that disorder; instead, it's just her short-fuse temper. [break][break] While the young woman can be extremely loyal, flirtatious, and somewhat calm...whatever that means, she can also be quite coy. Many have noted that she can be pretty adaptable to the situations at hand and quite alert to her surroundings. She's bold, independent, confident, disciplined, observant, mature, and highly perceptive. However, just because she has so many positive traits to her demeanor doesn't mean they always show. [break][break] This is especially apparent after her twin sister's death almost three years ago; losing her made her let the darkness in. Made her angry, almost manipulative. She had lost all humor within herself and can be quite hypocritical. She's showing a cocky side, one that always hid in the darkness, compulsive and irrational behavior that shows its head from time to time. She's also quite impulsive when angry, not caring if she lives or dies. But Alessia makes sure to protect her own, putting her life before them. Some would call her a martyr, but she isn't; she's self-destructive. [break][break] And her anger? It's pointed directly towards the man that caused her pain, that broke her...a man that she wishes would have died instead. Nikolai Delaney.
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father ;; zeus, immortal, god of olympus. [break] mother ;; ciara o'shea-thorpe, forty-two, professor. [break] step-father: johnathan thorpe, forty-six, scientist. [break] ✝ twin sister: alessandra o'shea, sixteen, greek camper. [break][break]
7 YEARS AT CAMP ;; CLAIMED
[break] Nineteen years ago, a woman met a man so Godly (pun intended) that she swooned at the mere sight of him. She had been young, a pretty fresh-faced college graduate that had found the guy among a crowd at a bar. Why did she go over to him? She never really knew, but something drew her to him, like an electrical current that raced through her. They hit it off pretty quickly, and before she knew it, they were back at her place getting it on. One thing led to another, and not long after he disappeared, leaving no trace that he ever existed, the fair maiden missed her period and realized the shocking truth. She was pregnant. And she wasn't just pregnant, oh no, that would have been too easy for the young woman. She was pregnant with twins, and a good nine months later, they came kicking into the world. [break][break] It was funny, actually; being a child of one of the big three should have been more, especially with twins. But they lived their lives as if it were any other, and by the time they were three, her mother remarried, and they relocated to Amityville, Long Island, New York. Maybe it was a sign that Camp Halfblood awaited, but in reality, Ciara had gotten a job at a local university, and their step-father Johnathan had been more than willing to relocate. The girls didn't complain, seeing as they were so young at the time. It was unbeknownst to any, including Johnathan, that it was all a part of Ciara's plan to get closer to the home of the demigods. She had learned some time after the truth of it all, maybe it was a dream, or perhaps it was reality - she never shared it with anyone, a secret that she would hold until the right moment. [break][break] They lived a good life there, a wonderful one. Each girl grew into beautiful little girls, the apple of their step-father's eyes and the pride of their mother. However, it was around the time they were eleven that everything changed. However, they had already started to show signs of the struggle of being demigods - dyslexia and all that fun stuff. It was around this age that they were attacked, their first encounter with a monster of lore. That was all it took for the two to be whisked away, sent to Camp Halfblood, and left behind by their mother. She told them that she had been planting little seeds of boarding school into their step-father's minds, knowing this day would eventually come. They hadn't to worry, and they didn't, not even as they stepped through the walkway. [break][break] Their arrival to camp was welcomed, but they were not claimed instantly. It seemed that their father, whomever he might be, was waiting. Or maybe he hadn't wanted them. It took a year before he finally did, the unfamiliar sign of Zeus appearing over their heads. Though Alessandra had been claimed first a few days prior, it was only a matter of time before Zeus had done the same for her. What made him wait, she had wondered. She never did get that answer. Things were pretty great from that moment on, at least until they turned sixteen. [break][break] Alessandra, skilled in combat and perfect at almost everything she put her mind to, had been picked for a quest. She had been paired with three other campers, and ultimately, it was going to be great. While Alessandra couldn't share much about the question, she promised to return, kissing her sister on the cheek. Neither of them knew that goodbye would be forever. They had gotten news that the quest was successful, but then, everything had gone downhill. Rumors spread like wildfire that everyone on that quest had died, and Alessia lost it. The darkness started to take hold of her, and her anger burned like a fire. [break][break] When one surviving member of the quest returned, Nikolai Delany, she blamed him. It was fault that Alessandra was dead, that she was all alone. Though she had other children of Zeus to call family, her blood sister's loss was worse. She promised Alessandra that day she would make him pay and get the revenge that she tasted on her tongue. He might not have killed her sister outright, but he was the reason she was gone. He didn't deserve to live. [break][break] She set on her mission to make his life a living Hades for the next three years. Snide comments here and there glares across the battlefield. He knew that she was angry, and she was glad. She despised the man, wanting nothing more than for his blood to stain her hands. She even wished that when Camp Halfblood burnt down, he had burned with it, but she wasn't so lucky. She had to watch as he, too, was moved to Camp Jupiter, mixing in with the Roman campers. Maybe one of them would kill him, now that would be divine.
[ ELECTROKINESIS ] Like many other children of Zeus and Jupiter, Alessia was gifted with summoning, controlling, and bending electricity. Unlike her sister, who seemed to take to it pretty quickly, it took Alessia a while to control it. Summoning it? That had been a piece of cake. But when it came to controlling and bending it to her will? That took some time. However, after the death of her sister, and the anger that boiled inside her, she practically took to it. She used her anger to fuel the electricity within her, to use every fiber of her being to control it. And after a while, she surpassed the stage that her sister was able to do, becoming stronger in this power. Eventually, it became second nature to her. And while she's gotten better at it, it is something that drains her pretty quickly. She's like a battery that drains the minute electrical current surges through her, but when she uses it gradually, she can last much longer. [break][break] [ AEROKINESIS ]
The ability to bend air and wind was always in her favor, something she found much easier to control since the beginning. She's used it a few times in battle, either to show an enemy far back or to use it as a wall when she's down. She even used it to send her teammate's arrow flying into the target they stupidly missed. She's also used it to help her dive faster towards her weapon, breaking the fall that definitely would have cut into her skin. Though Alessia had always wished she could fly with this ability, it had stopped one from getting a concussion or two when it came to falling - who said one couldn't fall with style? And just like electrokinesis, she finds that this drains her almost as quickly, leaving her practically breathless.
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