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hello, gorgeous people ! as we announced in our group chat on discord a little while ago, there have been some doubts about what to do with this group. the plot has come to a bit of a standstill, so to say, and activity has generally been lacking ( let us please just clarify that this is on all parts. we’re both guilty of not getting online and posting as much as we used to either, so please don’t feel attacked ! ). because of this, we’re sad to announce that among us is going to take a little bit of a break for a while. we’re going to distance ourselves from the main, figure out what we can salvage of this universe and our plot, and if we find enough material to work with and people willing to re-join, we will come back. this may take a short while, but it could also take a very long time. for this reason, we ask that you do what you like with your characters. if you want to continue rping them, then please, be our guest ! we’re not definitely closing the group, we’re taking an indefinite hiatus to clear our heads.
if no one ends up posting, we’d like to direct you to our wonderful affiliate, @pepromenohq, which is looking absolutely stunning. if this doesn’t suit your fancy, three of our members have started to branch out to their own old rp - @fireandgloryrpg, so you could also give that a look over if you’d like. we’re still here, we’re not leaving the rp community. you can hit both of us up on discord if you’d like to just talk or if you have any questions regarding this decision. both of us are in other rps as well, so if you’d still like to rp with either of us, just let us know.
then there’s nothing else to say but thank you - thank you all for the wonderful time we’ve spent together. both of us re-connected with old friends, made some new ones and we just generally had a lovely time ! and that’s all thanks to you.
How’s everyones saturdays going? I’ve spent mine binge watching Hell’s Kitchen which was a great time. It would be super lovely to have to apps in the inbox for tomorrow's acceptances or even to see some interest in the wanted connections or wanted characters.
If anyone has any questions they want answered feel free to send them this way, I’ll be around the main for a couple of hours yet!
Welcome to Among Us, KITTY! Z GOLDSBOURNE ( with the faceclaim of JULIAN MORRIS ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope HE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!
It’s so nice to see some older Greeks turning up, especially some of the minor gods. Z clearly has some pretty strong feelings about the gods, not all them being good, so it’ll be really interesting to see what he makes of the recall and all the demigods he’s not stuck living with for the foreseeable.You really gave us a nice sense of his character, his dislike of his full name and how he knows he’s antagonistic but wholly accepts that part of himself without real apology. It’ll be really interesting to see what he makes of his current situation.
AND YOU ARE…?
What is your full name, and when were you born?
Z considered the question for a moment, but decided it was better to give the truth than to go about telling the interviewer one of his signature fake names. “I was born on Scheherazade Amadeus Goldsbourne,” he murmured, face a bit pained. Saying it aloud was like speaking in archaic curses, as if letting every syllable drip from his lips would invoke a demon. Granted, he was fairly certain it would. No one uttered his name and got away with it. Not even his parents. “I know…I know—it’s a mouthful and my mother was a hippie. You can just call me Z. Never had much of a connection with the source material.” The way he spoke the words made a pointed message that it wasn’t a request. They would call him Z; they didn’t have a choice. “My birth date is August 31st, 1998, so that makes me what? Twenty-eight? Twenty-nine? I never bothered with keeping track of my age.”
Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.
“Yeah; I’m one of the bastards of that lazy, floating bloke Hypnos.” Z’s voice had lowered an entire octave, eyes somehow getting darker underneath his heavy lids and thick lashes. He hated the idea of being claimed; hated the thought of being related to Hypnos even more. The cowardly man had done little more than plant a seed in a drugged out flower child and left her with the bill of taking care of a deeply troubled child during the day. During the night, his thoughts were plagued with a portly man with silver hair and teakwood skin lulling him to sleep and filling his head with pleasant nothings. Until, of course, his powers manifested at the precipice of adolescence. Then, the man was nowhere to be found, no matter how far into the realm of dreams Z wandered. In his stead, he found his half brother Morpheus, who he liked even less than his father.
Being insufferable must’ve run in the family.
Z shook away the thoughts and decided to occupy his attention with his nail beds. They needed tending to. “He claimed me immediately after I got here after the recall,” he said, offhandedly before looking up. “Perks of being a minor god’s child, I suppose. No having to wait in line for that sweet, sweet validation.”
Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?
“I’ve been moved to New Athens after the accordance. You’d think I’d lodge with the little gremlins or the Romans? Not blooming likely.”
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)
Dark looks don’t always mean a dark person, but one could propose that Z’s not doing the rage against the stereotype any favors. He tended to have quite the wicked tongue and possessed a bad attitude to boot. He doesn’t say any of this. Instead, he offered a toothy grin. “I’m told I can be rather antagonistic, which I consider a compliment,” he commented without missing a beat. His disdain for pleasantries stemmed from the constant isolation he’d received in his life after his powers had manifested. At the early stages, he could hardly control his hypnokinesis and people didn’t like being around him because it made them feel groggy and gross. Classmates who were once friends became strangers, never daring to even look in his direction. He’d become a pariah. The hardness of his person, the penchant for dark colors, and habit to be vexing blossomed as a defense mechanism to make himself feel less like a victim.
The presence of his powers were also the reason behind why he even took up psychology. He thought that having others open up to him would help him fill a void in his chest, which in turn would help ease their suffering. It also served as the only place he felt in power. Somewhere along the way, megalomania had taken up a permanent residence in his heart.
He paused then after, but began again once he’d considered out it sounded. “I’m not all bad, though. I have a soft spot for the dreamers of the world, something my mother says I inherited from my father. I think it’s important to hold onto your wonder for as long as you can. Life is dreadful without it.” Z was quite the dreamer himself. He had always wanted to be center stage, adored by many, but his penchant for sleeping and general lack of punctuality kept him from ever securing any auditions he set out for.
What were you doing prior to the Recall?
“Immediately? I think I was finishing some light reading—Sacré Bleu by Christopher Moore,” he shared with ease. He didn’t mention where he’d been reading or what circumstances had given him enough leisure time to do so. Instead, piercing eyes washed over the interviewer to really take them in physically, something he hadn’t bothered doing before. If memory served correctly, their kind were called satyrs. They were…cute. He wondered idly if they were as plush as they looked or if their furry bits were coarse. He hoped for the former; it would put them on the top of his to-do list. “…but, I suppose that’s not exactly the answer you were aiming for.”
Z received a response in the affirmative. Nosy little bugger, weren’t they?
The demigod thinks back to what specifically he’d occupied his time doing before being uprooted and forced to move in with the weird colorful characters of his father’s world. “I worked as a psychiatrist and danced in performances in my free time. If you’ve ever seen a Broadway Bares performance, you’ve probably seen a lot of me.”
Welcome to Among Us, MEL! POPPY THOMPSON ( with the faceclaim of HAILEE STEINFELD ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS, where we hope SHE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!
You had us at the answer to the first question already, with the clever little line about being dropped off at a shop, a detail some people tend to forget about demigod lives. Poppy’s major is such a fitting one, and it’s very nice to see her very realistic view of her family; even though she clearly loves them all to bits, there have been times where she doubted that happiness. No family is perfect, and Poppy knows it. It’s going to be a wild ride for her, juggling a major and her job at the greenhouses, but we have all the faith in her that she’ll make it through. Welcome aboard!
AND YOU ARE…?
What is your full name, and when were you born?
”My full name is Poppy Isabelle Thompson, but please, just call me Poppy. I was born on April 3rd, 1997, or at least that was the day I arrived at my dad’s shop.”
Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.
”Yes. I am a claimed daughter of Demeter. I wasn’t claimed as soon as I arrived though, I don’t quite remember exactly how long I was at camp before my mother claimed me, but it felt like forever. But when it finally happened, it felt very right. I mean, I wasn’t exactly surprised, and I felt at home in the Demeter cabin as soon as I had one foot inside the door.”
Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?
”I’m currently living in a slightly cramped dorm at New Athens University, but don’t get me wrong, i love it there. I also spend some time at Camp Half Blood, as I help tend to the greenhouses from time to time.”
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)
”Sure thing, not that there’s really that much to tell, a part from the whole demi-god thing, my life is pretty normal and dull. But here goes: I grew up with dad, Andrew Thompson, we lived in a small apartment above his flower shop, and spent most of my childhood playing hide and seek amongst the flowers. Then I started school, which was kind of bad at first, because I was super shy, and I pretty much never wanted to go. But eventually, I came out of my shell and made some friends. However, I was still hanging behind a bit when it came to schoolwork due to the A.D.H.D and dyslexia, but once we figured out why I was struggling, I got help, which I hated at the time since I thought it was so embarrassing, but now I’m very grateful for it. After I started school, it didn’t really take long until I was begging my dad to let me start playing sports. I tried pretty much every sport in the entire world, but I ended up falling in love with soccer and volleyball, which I still play to this day. I wish I could say I was artistic, but unfortunately, I’m not. I’m definitely more of an athletic person, but I really do appreciate art, even though I couldn’t draw anything more complex than a stick figure to save my life. In high school, I, like everyone else, was trying to figure out what to do with my life. So I joined a variety of clubs, including a charity club to raise money to save the rainforest, just to see if anything really piqued my interests. And it was then that I realised my passion for the environment, and how I wanted to make a change for the better. So that’s how I ended up studying Renewable Energy engineering… even though math has never been my strongest subject. It’s hard, but I definitely think it’ll be worth all the hard work I have to put in. Oh, I forgot to tell you about Lauren! She’s my step mum, her and my dad met when I was around seven I think. Either way, Lauren and her two sons, Mason and Will, moved in right after my ninth birthday. And not too long after that, Violet was born. And I love them all to bits, even though there have definitely been days, or months where I wished I could go back to the times when it was just my dad and me.”
What were you doing prior to the Recall?
”Well, I was mainly just finishing high school and working in my dad’s shop, nothing special. Of course,I was both excited and nervous about moving to New Athens and start studying, new things are always so exciting, but I knew that I would really miss my family. However, I never thought The Recall was what would push me out of the nest.”
Welcome (back) to Among Us, DANA! ALICE AATTO ( with the faceclaim of PENELOPE MITCHELL ) has found shelter in NEW ATHENS and NEW ROME, where we hope SHE will fit in nicely. Please make sure to check the “after applying” section of our navigation here!
Alice’s backstory is such an original one. Not only is she an Amazon for the second time in her life, she was also a werewolf. The fact that she cured herself of this terrible fate only shows what a strong person she is. Her not liking to talk about herself is quickly solved by your inclusion of a para, showing us everything that happened to her after her bite. It’s going to be very interesting to not only see her interact with the other Amazons and inhabitants of the cities and camp, but also to see what city she chooses as her residence until she’s allowed to go back to Seattle. Her perspective regarding demigods and legacies is one we haven’t seen before either, and it was generally just a nice application to read. We’re interested to see what she brings to the dashboard!
AND YOU ARE…?
What is your full name, and when were you born?
The blonde sits up straight in her seat, looking tense but it’s easy to tell that this is her default. She looks like she’s on guard for something or nervous about being interviewed. She doesn’t like to talk about herself and there are things in her past that she would rather not discuss anymore. Still, she smiles at the interviewer. Clearly it’s a forced one but at least she’s trying. “My name is Alice Rhiannon Aatto and I was born on December 10, 1992. My mom is an Amazon and I guess I’m considered one of the legacies. You know, they have to keep the Amazons going somehow even if some of them are more old-fashioned than others.” Her smile falters for a moment before she lets out a laugh. “Sorry, I just thought of something funny. It was nothing, really. Nothing to worry about. Anyway, what about you?” She flashes the interviewer a toothy grin. “What’s your name and birthday? I mean It’s only fair if you tell me yours now that you know mine. Don’t you agree?”
Have you been claimed, or do you belong to a legacy? If yes, state your godly parent / heritage.
Alice let out another laugh. “You see, my mother wasn’t very clever. She actually named me after our legacy, you see. I’m a third generation legacy of Alce. My grandmother was a daughter of Alce and my mother ran away and joined the Amazons when she was about…15. Sh’e always had this weird thing about being the strongest and the best at everything. Maybe it comes with Alce? I mean you can’t really live up to being a legacy of the goddess of battle strength if you’re a weakling, can you?” Alice thought back to the time when she was on the run. Scrawny, scraggly, and barely what someone could call a ‘healthy’ weight. If anyone had seen her then, they would think she was a totally different person than the one sitting in front of them and, in truth, she was. She’d gotten healthy again, colored her hair, and worked hard to get back into the good graces of the most important Amazons. Sometimes she had the feeling that she wasn’t entirely there yet, but it didn’t matter. Her mother and the few cousins she had in the Amazons had accepted her back with open arms and so had a few of the others. Some in secret, of course. But she couldn’t really blame them after what had happened.
“I happen to like being a legacy more than I would like being the child of a god. Can you imagine what kind of hell that would be? No offense if you are, but it’s hard enough living with someone’s legacy on your shoulders. Make one wrong move and you can ruin it for your whole immediate family. I would be terrified of being smited if I made one wrong move if I was someone with a direct connection to a god,” Alice nods her head. She knows a lot about ruining things for her family with one decision. The interviewer didn’t have to know that though. But what if they already did? What if they already knew and they were just interviewing her to see how good she was at hiding who she really is. What she really went through? That was a possibility that seemed to be running through her head more often than not lately when anyone tried to be to nice to her or too welcoming. Still, if anyone really knew about the things she did, she doubted that they would be having such a pleasant conversation with her at all.
Where are you currently based? Are you attending a Camp (Half-Blood / Jupiter), or are you living full-time in New Athens / New Rome? Is it a combination of both?
Alice tilts her head curiously. She immediately went to answer Seattle but the Recall had ruined that. “For now? I’m bouncing back and forth through the two cities. I can’t decide which one I like more at the moment.” She flashes them a charming smile.
Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? ( If you’re applying for a canon character, are you diverging from book-canon? If so, how?)
This was where the girl dropped the charming, innocent act. Her expression turns cold and she leans forward in her chair, looking more like a predator ready to strike than anything. “Listen, buddy. I don’t have to tell you anything except for the fact that I was born an Amazon and now I probably have to spend until my death trying to get back into the good graces of everyone else. Understood?” She paused and waited until the interviewer gave a weak nod.
What were you doing prior to the Recall?
Since the Recall, she’d found herself living in certain fear. Fear that people would find out about the monsters that live in the dark and haunt their nightmares. People finding out that those were real might be worse than finding out about demigods, but the interviewer didn’t need to know that. “Prior to the Recall? I was stationed back at the Amazon Headquarters so my mother and everyone else could keep a closer eye on me.” She drums her fingers on the arm of the chair, staring at the interviewer until they motioned that she could leave.
SHOWTIME!
Dusk
Alice Aatto never believed the things her mother said to her. Sure, she knew that things that go bump in the night existed and that they were more dangerous than people could possibly even imagine but she didn’t have any idea what would happen to her. Alice was 17 when she ventured away from the small group of Amazons, consisting of her mother and her cousins for the most part, that she was traveling with at the time. She was young and ignorant and she paid for it. Her mother followed the sounds of Alice’s panicked screaming into the woods and by the time she found her, whatever had attacked her was long gone, yet Alice was close to falling unconscious. Blood was everywhere and it was cited as a miracle that the animal (Alice insisted it was after all and there were no other witnesses) hadn’t killed her.
There was no hint that anything was wrong for a few more weeks. Alice returned to her full health very quickly to the surprise of her mother and the other Amazons who knew about the attack. The blonde was careful as anything to keep the bite hidden from anyone; insistent on the fact that the thing had healed just fine with ambrosia and nectar, there was no getting her to show anyone so the point was moot. She’d even fooled herself into thinking everything else was fine until the full moon hit. She’d told her mother that she was too tired and not feeling well to avoid going to dinner and she ended the night early, though not in the way most people would imagine. Alice knew that someone catching her would get her killed, so the second that her fingernails started the painful transformation, she slammed herself as hard as she could into her bathroom door in a panic. Unconsciousness came, along with a rather annoying mark on her forehead the next morning and she still found herself with the soles of her feet dirty.
The fear of not knowing led her to confide in her cousin. Her closest cousin who she had grown up with for as long as she can remember but her cousin betrayed her by telling her mother. Her mother couldn’t have anyone knowing, of course, so she made up a lie that Alice had been sent on a special scout approved personally by Hylla which most people knew better than to question. Instead, Alice spent the next few months locked up in her own personal prison. Her mother had rented an abandoned house close enough to the headquarters that it would be easy to keep an eye on anything. The only sign of anything different were the howls that echoed from the direction of that little house everytime the full moon came around, until one day when Alice’s cousin didn’t manage to slip through the door quick enough. The now 18 year old, delirious from being locked up for so long in her own personal hell, bashed her cousin over the head with a coffee pot and ran.
The new found stamina was certainly a gift as she found she didn’t stop running until she was almost out of Washington state entirely. She was a deserter now, a traitor to her own family. It could be a lot worse, though. She could be being tortured or just shot and put down like some kind of rabid animal. It was thoughts like this that kept Alice going while she was on the run by herself. No amount of good thoughts could replace human needs like food, water, and a place to sleep. Alice found herself living like an animal and within the first 5 months she’d turned into something that her family probably wouldn’t recognize. The only way she could describe herself was as feral. She was wild and totally untamed, stealing food from trash cans behind diners and restaurants in order to sustain herself. The food was enough to help her cope at first until one day the smell of hot food hit her and she went into what could best be described as a frenzy. Alice jumped out at the person, stole their entire bucket of KFC, and ran off with it. She was glad as ever that her mother wasn’t there when the boy caught her because the threat of her first hot meal in months being taken from her drove the Amazon to tears. Maybe it was the hysterics that made him change his mind, but he shared his food with her and she learned very quickly that he was like her.
Full Moon
Alice hated being on the run more than anything else in the world. Sure she was a werewolf now, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to spend her whole life wandering trying to find somewhere safe to call home. She wanted to go back to Seattle and beg for forgiveness, beg for help, and hope that they wouldn’t return the favor by killing her on the spot. Instead, she kept running like it was the only thing she would know for the rest of her life. Plus, she wasn’t alone now and that made it easier. She was praised like she was a goddess in her own right and told how she was special and for someone who had spent her whole life waiting to get some sort of recognition, it was great.
And great it was for a while until she had her eyes opened. It all started when they’d made their way to New York. It was closer to the borders of Camp Half Blood, as close as monsters like them could get in fact when they met a few rogue demigods. Alice had announced herself as a legacy of Alce and had denied their courtesy when they offered for her to come in. The war between the Romans and Greeks was over now, after all. One of them, a girl who had to be 15 at most, made a passing comment about how she wished she could meet something that was mystical or different. Alice stared at the girl, the expression on her face a mix of panic and pity, “No you really don’t.” Alice had taken it like it was, a comment made by a little girl who had no way of knowing that the people she was talking to were actually the monsters that people talked about in storybooks.
Her partner didn’t take it that way, though, and made a comment about killing the girl before she told someone. Alice wasn’t too sure if he was being entirely serious or not, but it still scared her. After all, above everything else, she still felt it was part of her mission in life to protect people. Years on the run can change you, but she’d been an Amazon for far longer than she’d been a monster. Little pieces started to fall into place after that and it didn’t take long to realize that it was like making a deal with the devil and she wanted out. So one night, not at all close to the full moon, she left without taking anything in the middle of the night and caught as many buses as it had to take to get back to Seattle.
Dawn
Just because she was back in Seattle didn’t mean she was ready to face anyone she knew. She was still a werewolf and that was a problem that wasn’t going to fix itself. Alice rented a crappy little apartment which just so happened to be across from someone who was a practicing Wiccan who was in a phase of making potions. That was in her mind the second she started looking into werewolf cures. Wolvesbane was what she needed but it could be poisonous if taken in large doses. Through connections she thought were long lost, she managed to get her hands on a sufficient amount of ambrosia and nectar that she thought would get her through.
Over the course of a few days, she dealt with the convulsions, nausea and other symptoms of wolvesbane poisoning. Fighting back death every time with a piece of ambrosia and a drink or two of nectar. Finally, the real test had arrived. It was the night of the full moon and even though Alice felt weaker than she’d ever felt she managed to sit up on her couch and watch the moon rise through the windows of her apartment. It took a while for it to register in her brain fogged with sickness but the moon had no effect on her.
Alice took another few weeks to fully recover, mostly due to the help of the nectar and ambrosia, before she decided that it was time. So she bid her neighbor a fond goodbye and took cab as close as she could to the Amazon Headquarters where she knew her mother would be. Walking with a slight limb, she pushed her way through the front door and hobbled up to the front desk. The woman behind the desk tried her best to hide her shock as Alice shot her a wicked smile.
“Alice, you look like hell.”
“Thanks, I just crawled out of it. Now can I speak to my mother please? We have a lot to talk about.”
