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Profile Zoe JacksonOC PROFILE (Percy Jackson, next generation)
Name: Zoë Ariel Jackson
Nicknames: Zow, Starfish
Birthdate: December 18th (Sagittarius)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: 6 (since age 12)
Godly blood: Poseidon blood
Family: - Althea Lockwood (mother, daughter of Demeter)
- Percy Jackson (father, son of Poseidon)
- Rowen Jackson (younger brother, 2 years younger, Demeter blood)
- River Jackson (younger brother, 4 years younger, Poseidon blood)
- Sfea Jackson (younger sister, 6 years younger, Demeter blood)
- Demeter, goddess of grain and nature (maternal grandmother)
- Rowen Lockwood (maternal grandfather, deceased)
- Sally Jackson (paternal grandmother)
PJ 6. Home6. Home
Luke pulled the car to a stop in the underground parking lot and took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ve got to warn you.”he started. “When I said that my place was small, I meant it. So no judging or whining okay?”.
“Lukey, you know I don’t whine, I demand.”I pointed out with a smile causing my boyfriend to roll his eyes yet he couldn’t hide his amusement. I think that also had to do something with the fact we were taking the ‘next step’ in our oh so complicated relationship.
It was begin January and since I turned eighteen late last year, I thought it was time for a change of décor. Being raised at Camp Half-Blood had been fun and all… But it was time for me to see the world outside the safe boundaries. It was time to finally become a New Yorker instead of a Camper.
My dream was short lived though… The moment I saw the hire prices of even the smallest apartment, I realised I would be
Summer sun 2Summer sun 2
Of course Alcmene was more than thrilled about having an extra person over for dinner and the fact it happened to be girl lightened her spirits even more.
“I hope you will like my cooking, Lio.”Alcmene spoke as the loving mother she was. “I’m sure I will.”Lio promised her. “Hercules, be a dear and set the table, will you?”Alcmene instructed her son who immediately complied. “And Iolaus, why don’t you help Lio with bandaging her wounds. We don’t want her to bleed out before she got the chance to eat, do we?”. “Even if she already ate, her bleeding out would be a shame.”I replied as I reached for the well-known basket which held everything one could need for patching up wounds.
With much care I cleaned out the young woman’s wound that ran over her stomach. It wasn’t deep enough that it needed stitches, still it was one bloody mess.
“So Lio, when did Apollo handed
Tiger spirit 17Tiger Spirit 17
“Because my animal spirit is that one of shark, I’ve always had this strange connection with water.”Drew started to explain. “As a teenager I used to live in a house close to the ocean and I would always know exactly when a storm would hit or when a surfer or swimmer was in need.”. A small smile played on his lips as he thought back of his younger years.
“So when I got this dream of a car crashing in the river and a young girl crawling out of it, I knew it wasn’t just a dream.”. “We were living together for just a few weeks back then.”Sunday added. “I had gotten used to Drew’s crazy connection with the water but never had I seen him panic that much when waking up after such a dream.”.
“I did some research and quickly discovered that the accident I had relived in my dreams had happened days before.”Drew continued. “I was curious about you since I just knew th
Profile Sita ClarkeOC PROFILE
Name: Sitara ‘Sita’ Clarke
Nicknames: Starshine, Starlight, star freak
Birthdate: July 15th (Cancer)
Hometown: Baltimore but born and raised in Philadelphia
Years at Camp: first year
Family: - Asteria, goddess of fallen stars and nocturnal oracles (mother, godly parent)
- Aaron Clarke (father, astronomer)
- Lydia Masters (owner of café The Hideout, took Sita in after she ran away from home)
Love interest: Angelo Marco, son of Thanatos (Ragemoon’s OC)
Future family with Angelo: - Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Marco (daughter, eldest part of twins, ‘angel of
light’, ghost whisperer – helps souls cross over- )
Profile Derek DeLucianOC PROFILE
Name: Derek DeLucian
Nicknames: Der, Hot Stuff, Der-bear
Birthdate: July 22nd (Cancer)
Hometown: New York
Years at Camp: just spend his first summer there
Family: - Bridget DeLucian (mother, nurse)
- Hephaestus, god of fire (father, godly parent)
- Nolan DeLucian (uncle, older brother of Bridget, owner of his own garage)
Love interest: very, happy, single (and he prefers to keep it that way)
Looks: - dirty blond hair which he mostly wears in peaks, otherwise messy
- blue eyes
Style: gamer meets tinkerer. Jeans, t-shirts which are game/music/superhero related and worn-
out sneakers. He tries to keep the grease stains to a minimum.
Face claim: Lucas Till
Personality: kind but with a short temper, stubborn, passionate, smart thanks to his almost
The price of shadesThe price of shades
A Percy Jackson one shot
“Oh come on Narnia! It can’t be that bad!”the daughter of Iris said. “I’m telling you Indy, it is.”I argued. “I’m a son of Nyx which means my skin and eyesight are on their best at night. Sun however is my arch nemesis. Even with a whole bottle of sunscreen on my skin I am a walking baking cookie and even with my shades on, I’m still as blind as a mole.”.
“Nemesis has nothing to do with this.”Indy argued as we kept walking over the Camp grounds. “Please Cas? Play basketball with me?”. Even without her adorable puppy eyes, there was no way I could say no to my secret crush. “Fine.”I sighed. “But I’m telling you, I suck at it during the day.”. “We’ll see about that!”Indy exclaimed happily before she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the basketball court.
“Oh my Iris! You weren’
I liedI lied
A Percy Jackson one shot
I sighed as I stared at the ceiling of the silver tent that formed my bedroom. Ever since this war with Kronos in the leading role started, I’ve been off my game. Well… Not really since Kronos popped up. More like when Luke turned his back to Camp and revealed he was the Titan’s new vessel.
Things changed after I found that out. I laughed less because my laughter sounded weird without the echo of Luke’s. My nights seemed darker without him by my side plotting out to which cabin we would head next and what we would steal. My days felt empty without the weight of his body next to me on my bed and the strange yet soothing feeling of his arms around me when I would wake up near dusk.
I won’t admit it out loud. Not even if Aphrodite or Cupid or even the great and overdramatic Eros himself tortured me, but… Truth is, I love Luke. I always have and I always will. The way he can be all adult-like and responsi
Profile Amaya Fray
Name: Amaya Fray
Nicknames: Moonlight, Queen of Darkness, shadow runner, shadow walker
Birthdate: December 23th (Capricorn)
Hometown: Camp Half-Blood
Years at Camp: her whole life
Family: - Selene, Titaness of the moon (mother, godly parent)
- ‘poet guy’ (unknown father who wrote an ode to the moon and swept Selene off her
feet by doing so)
Love interest: Luke Castellan
Future family with Luke: - Nathan ‘Nate’ Mageno Castellan (eldest son, Selene blood with
- Jacy ‘Jace’ Daren Castellan (son, eldest part of twins, 4 years
Sticky Fingers...Full Belly
Thief’s Journal – August 17 20XX
I got caught...I got fricking caught.
Tonight’s lesson? Pick your targets. Pick your targets CAREFULLY: I’ll just say that right now.
If you don’t know what you’re getting into, you’ll end up like I did tonight. (Okay maybe not EXACTLY as I did tonight, but not any less screwed.) I’m sure that seems obvious and that I’ve said it before, but sometimes when you get good, you get cocky…and clumsy…and caught…
I mean, before then it had been a good night. And I mean REALLY good: 15 gallons worth of milkshake from a Pump-Bump-N’Go (5 different kinds!!), 2 shelves of goodies on the snack-food isle at Güdbuy Grocers, and a whole BOATLOAD of leftover chili cheese and beef from Sassy Patties that I didn't even wait to take back home.
This kitty was sitting pretty, lemme tell you.
Then came that damn house. It was supposed simple: Get in, felony, get
The Ogre and the Leprechaun
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There once lived an ogre who loved to frolick about freely in his forest domain; setting traps for prey, picking fresh daisies, climbing mighty oak trees and the like. The other forest creatures feared him, for after all, he was an ogre, and ogres have certain, shall we say, reputations. But truth be told, he really wasn't interested in playing the role of a monster. No, he was content with making strawberry jams, wonderful porcupine puddings and a number of other fine ogre recipes handed down from his grandmama. His only weakness was that he had a ravenous appetite!
One chilly winter morning, a wee leprechaun happened to stray onto the ogre's land. He was searching for his lost newt, his much beloved pet. Newts can be very difficult to find, as they like to hide under rocks or in tiny crevices. So it had been many days that this pa
A Simple MelodyToo damn cold.
That was the only way to put it.
It was simply too damn cold. The rusty old train car provided protection from the barrage of the snowstorm outside, but the metal confines did little to stop the freezing air from becoming any less freezing. The inside wasn’t exactly comfortable, either. It had been a cargo train, not a luxury transportation system for the rich to sip wine and debate over the economy. At the very least, the temporary shelter’s door could slide shut and eliminate the wind chill.
Travis was already bundled in two t-shirts, a hoodie, and a coat, but he certainly didn’t turn down the opportunity to nestle into the pile of abandoned blankets in the corner of the train car. A guitar was also propped up against the wall. The strings were rusty, and it was horribly out of tune, but he was thrilled by the discovery anyway.
The previous occupant of the train car had likely planned to return at some point, but judging by the untouched
A Borrower's Quest: Salt Acquiry
Smooth, warm light shines in through a small, opened window. Morning fog is outside, in the forest. The room is silent and calm. It’s crowded with furniture, shelves and chests all around the walls. All give home to clothes, glass jars and hundreds of books. In the middle of the room, a big, old wooden dining table stands. A few cups, a little clay jar and a vase are on top of it on a neat white tablecloth. Next to the wall opposite to the window, there’s a bed. A boy in his late teens enjoys a deep sleep in it. His occasional snoring is the only thing that disturbs the calm silence of the cottage.
And then small fidgeting is heard from the direction of the window. The sound of it is insignificant, nobody would give it a second thought. They would think it’s just some ordinary noise any house makes. But it wasn’t. From outside, the wall is overgrown by ivy leaves, the vines reach over the window, and on these, something is climbi
Trust Machines: Morning Coffee at the VennCafe (Food TFs, Coffee TF)
“So,” Rob said, slurping down a coffee before work. “What's up for tonight? It's Friday and I'm feeling the urge to be splurged upon.” He winked at his wife Mona, who was digging into a bowl of Cheerios.
“You know,” Mona replied between bites, “Claire at the Trust Motel keeps telling us to visit the VennCafé. She says she can't believe we haven't yet. You want to meet there for lunch?”
Rob snorted, “I'd rather be the lunch. But my boss kind of needs me this afternoon.”
“Well, we'll check it out, see what we think. Meet you there at twelve, okay?”
Rob nodded, picking up his coffee and swirling it around. “You know, I think I'd like to be this,” he stared into the brown liquid. “You'll drink me?”
Mona placed down her spoon. “Well, I'd like to try that too. See, how cool would it be to be Venned not just into a cup of coffee, but rather a coffee be
An Autumn Adventure"That's just about the last of them here in the front yard," I called out, brushing some of the crumbled pieces of leaves off of the sleeves of my hoodie. Autumn had apparently taken an early start on about half of the trees at my house, spreading a colorful, thin layer of leaves all over the lawn. Since there was still so much life left in the grass below, I decided it was a good idea to rake the stuff up.
Besides, little Cyndaquil could enjoy putting his flames to good use igniting something on purpose, for a change.
Nevertheless, I decided to invite a friend over to help me rake up the auburn mess of leaves. After all, everyone knows it's more fun to play in the leaf piles afterwards when you have someone else to take turns making cannonball jumps into the flaking foliage with you! But Dragonair was away for the afternoon, consoling some of the forest animals who weren't prepared for the half-and-half shift of the seasons. So naturally, I looked to my two-legged companions instead.
How to Make Your 100th Deviation
“Welcome to your100th deviation. Such an inviting sign isn’t it.” I sighed in frustration. “When I asked people for help, this wasn’t what I meant.”
Chelsea pushed me towards the building. “Oh come on Chris, what do you have to lose.”
I started walking towards the building with the weird sign on it. The only reason why I was here was because I was told by other deviants that whenever they were stuck on what to do, they came here for some help. I was a little skeptic at first, but at this point I was willing to try anything.
As we approached the door, Chelsea came out from behind me and began to walk beside me. She then asked, “So did your friends tell you how this place was supposed to help you?”
I shrugged my shoulder and replied, “Nope. All they said was that it would help me figure out what I really wanted to do.”
Blue Through the darkness…there was a flash of blue…
Not just any blue, but a clear shade of cornflower that brought flashes of images and memories so potent that they lanced through his failing mind with an almost agonizing degree of clarity.
Eyes….eyes that matched that perfect, delicate shade of cornflower; they had been the first thing he noticed. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then he’d just gazed onto a soul more beautiful than any of the sights he’d seen on all of his many travels. Yes they’d been what he’d noticed first, followed closely by the intimidating feeling of cold steel against the tender skin of his throat.
Another memory—a challenging voice demanding answers. Who was he? What was he doing in her forest? He’d been speechless, and not just because the dagger was pressing uncomfortably into his windpipe. In the end it was the indignan
HP. 27 A fine line27. A fine line
Being raised in the pureblood thoughts of the Black family, Sirius learned at a young age that nothing or nobody was grey. They were either white or black. Good or bad. Accepted or not.
When it rained, there was nothing else to do then take a seat in front of the window and be gloomy all day because you couldn't play outside. When you were sick you got angry at yourself because you had to stay in bed all day while there were hundreds of other things you rather be doing that day.
It took until he met the little Sarah Starnight that this view of Sirius changed. She teached him that how dark the situation may look, there's always this fine silver line at the edge of that black cloud. And that fine silver line became only clearder to the Black boy when he arrived to at Hogwarts.
Nothing became more fun to do on a rainy day then laying on your bed and listen to the newest muggle music. When he did this at his house, it was of course 'smuggled' muggle music...
Being sick was
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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