— CHILDREN OF THE GODS

Hidden among the blinding lights and busy streets of New York City lies the epicenter of contemporary life for demigods who’ve managed to survive to adulthood. With the help of the mist – a supernatural force controlled by the goddess Hecate that twists mortal’s from seeing supernatural occurrences and replaces them with things the mortal mind can comprehend – demigods have regained a life of normalcy, free from the constant threat of monster attacks and world-ending prophecies. Though their lives are still nothing less than extraordinary, given their godly parentage, they’ve earned their right to a life of success and peacefulness. Welcome to the next chapter of their story: — WELCOME TO NEW GREECE. | mobile navigation |

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can we own already established businesses or submit our own?

You can, yes! So long as the business doesn’t have a player already owning it, your muse may own a pre-existing business or you can submit one of your own!

— Admin Kristen.

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hey interested members, this is a great group and everyone's super friendly. you should definitely check us out!

This is such a nice message! And we’re incredibly biased but we also agree!

— Admin Kristen.

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Meme Blog!

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application count updated!

(+1) fc reservation -- chris evans (son of hephaestus). (+1) fc reservation -- parveen kaur (daughter of athena).

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Due to personal reasons, please unfollow:

Charlotte Cheng.

Gemma Chan is now open for applications.

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I notice only a few gods are represented in the list, are all the Greek deities available to potential muses?

For now it’s just the major Olympian gods! We might add others in the future, but for now the ones on the list are the ones we’re going to focus on.

— Admin Kristen.

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Is there any wanted connections at this point? I looked on the Navi and the link went nowhere.

Not on the main currently, no! But if any of our members want to link their own wanted connections page, you can look there!

— Admin Kristen.

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This group looks awesome! I love Greek Mythology but have never found a group to really get creative with it! Are you guys active?

We’ve just opened so it’s hard for me to answer the activity question! Also loads of people have different views on what active actually means. We, personally, hope to run the game to where our players feel comfortable in their reply speeds and never feel stressed over them. I don’t ever expect our dash to move a million miles a minute, but as far as OOC plotting and conversations and the like, we’re very active on that front.

— Admin Kristen.

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This group looks so unique! Question — Would a throuple be allowed within the group? We understand that bubbling isn’t allowed and that wouldn’t be a problem for us to adhere to.

I’m not entirely sure what you’re asking, but if it’s in regards to pre-established relationships than I guess as long as you don’t bubble roleplay I think it will be fine? Not bubble roleplaying would be the key.

— Admin Kristen.

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Most wanted fcs by members?

Ohh this is a good question! Members, why don’t you help out on this one!

— Admin Kristen.

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Is there a minimum age for muses? As in is this group for older muses or can younger muses join?

I’d say 21+ for muses! Keep in mind, though, that in the mythology for our rp the Battle of Manhattan happened 15 years ago. So 25 would be the youngest age now that someone would be (if i did math correctly).

— Admin Kristen.

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Hello, tags!

We hope everyone has been going through a lovely weekend! We also hope everyone’s enjoyed that extra hour of sleep!

We’ve come with some exciting news: it’s acceptance day today! We’ll be holding two rounds of acceptances, one at 2pm EST and another later in the night at around 7pm EST. So if you didn’t have the chance of applying for the first round, you’ll have a couple of hours to send your application in for the second one!

So, if you’d just found us, make sure to check out our plot, our navigation and, last but definitely not least, our application!

If you have any questions, feel free to reach us out! We’re here for you!

— Admin Kristen.

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NAME: Francesca “Frankie” Garneau.

AGE: 30.

BIRTHDAY: November 16th, 1989.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

GENDER: Cis woman.

BIRTHPLACE: Seattle, Washington.

OCCUPATION: Artist.

GODLY PARENT: Aphrodite.

FACECLAIM: Zoe Kravitz. 

BIOGRAPHY.

drug mention tw, alcohol mention tw, death tw, car crash tw, drunk driving tw.

Frankie remembered a small fraction of what her life was like before the other shoe dropped and the world as she knew it changed forever. It was a little hazy around the edges, the more she tried to recall. But she was eternally grateful for the bit that stayed fixed in a memory, tucked away safely from the otherworldly. The memory was a singular, delicate thread that kept what remained of her heart intact. To her, back then, life was perfect.

Her father was the first one to ever call her Frankie, and the name stuck for the rest of her life. Dashawn Garneau became a father by accident, finding himself alone with a newborn baby girl that had his eyes and his last name. It forced him to grow up, and whatever dreams he had of chasing the new music scene sweeping through Seattle died at the sound of Francesca Grace Garneau’s first cry into the new, strange world.

She was a beautiful, beautiful baby, in a way that went beyond the general cuteness. People were in awe of her, and Dashawn felt a certain pride in knowing that he wasn’t a total fuck up after all, that he was capable of creating an angel who was entirely his own. And in the time that they both grew up together, their bond became indestructible.

Was it the best environment for a child? Probably not, but she was safe and happy, that’s all that mattered. For a short while, that is. By the time she reached the age of five, she watched backstage with massive headphones sliding down her ears as her dad’s band played onstage at a local bar. Dashawn’s aspirations had changed, but music was still his second love, only bumped down the list after the birth of Frankie. And if it took a village to raise a child, her village was full of  tatted and pierced musicians and their significant others who always smelled of cigarettes.

It was the only way she’d ever known.

The majority of the people in her young life only had a high school diploma, if that. When her struggles in the classroom became a recurring issue, it was waved off as no big deal. To them, Frankie was a dyslexic busy body who wasn’t good at school. It wasn’t the end of the world. After all, Frankie was a smart, independent, beautiful girl who brought out the inner beauty of those who had the fortune of knowing her. She would figure it out like they all had.

But things were different for Frankie. The older she got, the stranger things became. What once could be written off as silly, childish imagination began to draw concern from her teachers, from her little village, from her father. Seemingly out of nowhere, every word she ever learned suddenly had a French counterpart that flowed with a fluency that seemed impossible. The doodles in her notebooks were perfect, ancient Greek symbols. The worst of it, she was seeing things.

Things that weren’t human.

People with one eye that centered their foreheads. Men who were covered in fur and capped in hooves from the waist down. And they became even more pronounced in her dreams. Other monsters stormed her unconscious mind, their danger feeling tangible. But she also dreamed of a gorgeous woman, more beautiful than any woman she had ever seen, who would come to rescue her.

She learned to keep her vivid dreams to herself, instead filling the pages of her sketchbook of what she couldn’t comprehend. No one would believe her if she told them the monsters in her dreams were real. It was a lot easier to put it all out on paper. Paper wasn’t judgmental.

And even then, she couldn’t have loved her life more. She had a cool dad, and she was different from other kids.

It was at the age of twelve, Frankie realized just how different she truly was.

Walking her short distance from the bus stop to her house at the end of the street, Frankie unlocked the front door to hear the sound of her father’s voice traveling from the kitchen, accompanied by a woman’s. She dropped her backpack on the floor as she went to see who made a stop by their house that day since visitors weren’t uncommon. When the woman turned to look at her, Frankie froze.

It was the woman in her dreams, the one she’d been trying to perfect the features of in her sketchbook. Her beautiful, high cheekbone. Her full lips. Her crown of coily hair cascading down her back. Her light complexion that matched Frankie’s. The irresistible twinkle in her eye.

Frankie, awestruck, looked from the woman to her father who sat next to her at their little kitchen table. She saw the man she’d known her entire life in a completely different light, the expression he held was foreign for his face. He was nervous.

Her name, it turned out, was Aphrodite. She was the mother that was always missing from the picture, yet Frankie never craved or missed. Her mother was there, a total stranger. And she felt nothing. No anger. No resentment. Nothing. Just as the woman was to her…nothing.

But Aphrodite, in their brief meeting, made her feel understood. She knew of the monsters from Frankie’s dreams in great detail. When she spoke French, Frankie replied to her in French with perfect clarity. And everything about her life that didn’t seem to make sense suddenly did. Everything would make sense, Aphrodite reassured her. She reassured Frankie that she wasn’t alone, that there were kids just like her at a camp just for them.

The more Aphrodite talked, the more Frankie was suddenly interested in going, until a few days later Frankie was saying goodbye to her father in a way that felt a little too final. They hugged, and Dashawn clung to his daughter as if it would be for the last time. With a few things packed, and with her mother guiding her, she left for New York.

Camp Half-Blood was much, much more different than Aphrodite explained. In some ways, it was worse. Homesickness struck quick and lingered in the pit of her stomach, never fully going away. Her new half siblings did nothing to cure it. Nothing about them or that place felt like home to her.

She didn’t look anything like her half siblings, and they constantly reminded her of that. They had long, beautiful silky hair in various shades of blonde and degrees of brunette. Their eyes ranged from blue, to green, to light brown, to hazel. Frankie’s melanin went beyond a sunkissed tan. Her hair was curled in tight coils that seemed to defy gravity. Her eyes were dark, rich. Frankie, she found out, was a product of Aphrodite’s rebellious phase, who had a taste for musicians.

In the house of beauty, they made her feel like the ugly duckling.

Frankie didn’t fit into the walls that were created for her, and she hated it. She found comfort in kids from other cabins who made her time a little less lonely. She held them close until she could go home again, her real home, for periods of time that felt entirely too short. She owed everything to those friends, but there was only so much she could do to dilute the envy she felt.

She never had any real desire to go on any quest or to fight, per say. She was envious of the ones who lived up to their demigod reputations of dying young. She craved it, that way, her death wouldn’t be any sort of real tragedy, but rather an expected casualty. It would make everything so much easier.

But life was a cruel joke, and Frankie continued living, continued counting her days until she finally aged out of camp. With her new life, a gift they called it, she was free. She wouldn’t end up in New Greece like the rest of them, no. First, she would go home to Seattle to see her father and their makeshift family. And then, she was going to see what the world had to offer.

That’s how Frankie ended up in Texas and in love. Real, genuine love. If anyone could tell the difference, she was the one, and there was no one like Evan.

In her time in the real world with nothing life threatening on her trail, she learned that mortal men were something of monsters themselves. Simply put, they were gross. She could read through them as if they were made of glass, but never Evan. He was different, wonderfully, refreshingly different.

He was the love of her life, her missing piece and other half, and she was his.

The Frankie he knew was different from the Frankie that was. She was happy, filled to the brim with joy, and everyday she thanked the gods for not letting her die when she begged night after night. For Evan was the very thing that made life worth living. The Frankie that Evan loved was the Frankie who loved herself.

The tattoos that stained her skin were mostly done while drunk or high, and she wore each of them with pride, because they made her feel beautiful in her own right that had nothing to do with Aphrodite. She loved a good time and had a way of getting the party started no matter where they went. She had a laugh that filled up a room, and before you knew it, you were laughing right along with her.

It was shortly after Evan’s birthday and their first year together when he proposed the idea. Not right now, but one day. And Frankie knew exactly what he meant, and she never wanted anything more.

What neither of them knew at the time was that Evan’s birthday a few weeks earlier would be his last. A drunk driver hit Evan head on one night, killing him instantly, and their eventual forever came to an end before it had even started.

It was less than six months after Evan’s death when Frankie returned to New York, making her final move to New Greece. She needed something stable, familiar, and Seattle simple wasn’t that anymore.

Not that it mattered, nothing was right anymore.

Frankie turned to her art, as she was accustomed to doing. She turned her pain into art for others to consume instead of letting that very pain consume her. She closed up her heart, using whatever ability her mother gave her to play with the emotions of men who got stuck in her web when she didn’t know what to do with her own emotions.

She turned into a person she never hoped to come. She was her mother’s daughter. No drink, no drug, no party, no distraction would ever allow her to forget that. Just as she’d never forgive her mother for the life she gave her, for the love of her life she took away.

Played by: Kaylin.

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NAME: Charlotte Cheng.

AGE: 35.

BIRTHDAY: March 13th, 1985.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

GENDER: Cis woman.

BIRTHPLACE: Oxford, United Kingdom.

OCCUPATION: Researcher at The MET.

GODLY PARENT: Athena.

FACECLAIM: Gemma Chan.

BIOGRAPHY

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Charlotte and her father were two hands on one belly. Ever since she could remember they were close and there weren’t many moments where she missed her mother. Her father had told her that her mother was a very smart and beautiful woman who he had loved intensely. But that - even though she wanted it badly - she could not stay with them. Athena had left them when Charlotte was a year old, after her presence had been moments here and there. There were no memories with her mother and that has probably been a good thing for the kid.

When she was younger, Charlotte was very frustrated with the fact that she simply was unable to focus on things. She learned the best way to deal with her dyslexia but the focus point was something that she simply could not deal with. Something that was frustrating because the young girl knew that she understood the subjects, that she knew that learning the new things would be a lot easier than it already was. By the time that she was near the start of her secondary school in Oxford, her father told her the truth about her mother, the truth that her mother had given her father to tell her when the time was there.

To learn that Charlotte was the daughter of Athena was both a relief but also a big scare. It suddenly made sense why she had such interest in learning so much. It made sense why she always felt different from all the other children in her classes. But the biggest scare came because at the age of twelve, she was going to have to part with her father. She wasn’t going to Oxford University, something that she had been dreaming about ever since she had seen the buildings within the town where she was born.

Despite having to part from her father, her start at Camp Half Blood felt like coming home. She had found people that looked like her, that were like her, who understood her struggle with being different from the other kids surrounding her. Training was fun, finding ways to contain her weaknesses and to use her strengths to her fullest ability. The hand to hand combat with others was the most fun to her, simply because her strategic abilities gave her the power to quickly know what moves they were about to throw at her.

At the age of twenty, Charlotte felt like she was outgrowing the Camp, but where else was she supposed to go. It was then that the Battle of New York happened and together with the others at Camp she decided to protect the entrance to Olympus. Not just that, she needed to keep her family safe as well. Throughout the years she had visited her father and other relatives, the visits growing longer by the time she grew older. And if she could keep them safe by doing her part in the Battle, she would go for it. And luckily, she survived it.

The Battle of New York hadn’t been the end of her life, but neither one of the other monster attacks that would follow after. By the age of twenty-two, she just knew that she was too old for Camp, there was no way that returning was an option. So Charlotte returned to Oxford, to see her family once more and apply for Oxford University. She didn’t have any prior education but with being a daughter of Athena, getting into the University wasn’t a very hard task. She did two studies after one another (Greek Languages & Literature and Greek History), graduating with top grades. At the age of twenty-seven she got a job at the British Museum in London, where she started out as someone who would help out the visitors with questions at the Greek and Roman mythology section but she worked herself up to a researcher of artifacts.

After eight years of working at the British Museum in London, the senior manager at the same department in New York at the Metropolitan Museum of Arts requested for her availability in changing jobs. Charlotte agreed and after a difficult decision (having to leave her family behind), she left England behind for the States, moving to New York City where she had been eleven years ago for the Battle of New York. Back at the place that still woke her up in the middle of the night due to nightmares of what happened there. She’s been here for a few months now but Charlotte still needs to get used to the streets of New York City as they are now.

Played by: Myr.

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NAME: Nadia Blake.

AGE: 32.

BIRTHDAY: August 16th, 1988.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

GENDER: Cis woman.

BIRTHPLACE: New York City, New York.

OCCUPATION: Model.

GODLY PARENT: Aphrodite.

FACECLAIM: Summer Bishil.

BIOGRAPHY.

death mention tw.

Nadia doesn’t remember much about her father — warm eyes, a soft smile, and the faint scent of his lemon laundry detergent if she tries hard enough. He’s ripped away from her at the tender age of five after she’s the sole survivor of a car accident. With her mother out of the picture and no immediate family around to take her in, she’s thrown into the foster care system relatively quickly. It’s a difficult adjustment and the workers on Nadia’s case are less than optimistic. She’s labelled as having “behavioral issues” due to her ADHD and they knew parents weren’t too enthusiastic to adopt a child with a disability such as dyslexia. Not the mention her rather overactive imagination as nobody would believe when she said she saw the lady in the hallway molting feathers.

For her first few years in the system, Nadia bounces between homes. It’s odd. Within the first few minutes of meeting her, those looking to adopt are instantly charmed by the small child. There were jokes that she could talk herself out of a murder if she had to. She was in high demand as many were instantly enamored with her when all she did was ask if she could go home with them. She never questioned her unique ability to get whatever she wanted, but the problems would soon come after. Nadia had always been used to people doing what she wanted, she was used to the constant adoration. It never lasted, though, as wherever Nadia went it appeared that trouble followed. There would be calls of missing jewelry, perfumes, and so on and no matter how much Nadia defended herself saying they gave them to her when she asked, no one would believe her. She’s written off as a trouble maker and thief.

Nadia is ten years old when she is finally taken in by Nancy and Felix Devonshire, an eccentric, well meaning couple who were looking to start a family. She’s cautious when she first meets them, far too used to being wrongfully accused of things she didn’t do but to the Devonshires, she was their little miracle. When she asked them for things they never backtracked or yelled at her, they never accused her of wrongful behavior. Nadia soon becomes comfortable around them and is the happiest she’s ever been the day she’s adopted.

Life is normal for the most part. Nadia still gets in trouble in school for causing trouble when she still doesn’t fully know what she did wrong. She would find that she’d be followed, often, by things she swore up and down were not entirely human, running all the way home and crying in Nancy’s arms. They give the girl pepper spray and tell them that if she comes across any “monsters” to use it and run the other way. It’s the first time her fear and confusion is taken seriously.

The night of her thirteenth birthday she’s getting ready to go out on a birthday dinner with her adoptive parents. A dove flies through the window, which was odd since she could have sworn the window had been closed. Another one appears. And another. Nadia screams just as an apple tree appears, growing rapidly through the tiles in the small bathroom. Felix is quick to come to her aid and rushes into the room only to find his daughter standing in the middle of a completely normal bathroom, free of birds and fruit trees, but Nadia swears up and down what she saw was real.

Her case worker, who had already been doing regular visits to the family, comes over that night after a call from the Devonshires who were unsure how to calm Nadia down. The two had grown close during Nadia’s time at the agency, and he asks her parents to leave the room as he says he has to talk to her in private. He starts going off about gods and monsters and halfbloods. Nadia is convinced he’s lying at first, calls him crazy, until he reveals his hooves, and she nearly passes out from the shock. Daughter of Aphrodite was a hard pill to swallow. She didn’t feel particularly loved by the goddess of love who never bothered to show up once in her life. He explains to Nadia that she can’t stay there, that monsters can smell her from a mile away and that it isn’t safe for her. It’s his job to take her to Camp Half-Blood to ensure that she’ll survive the next few years of her life at least. Leaving is the last thing Nadia wants to do, but it was clear she didn’t have much of a choice.

Reluctantly, she leaves with the satyr and asks if she’ll see her family again. He says he isn’t sure as it was too dangerous for mortals.

Despite her background, Nadia has never been a shy child. She was always open about what she wanted and had the ambition do just about anything to get it. When she arrives at the camp, she’s as lost and confused as every other newcomer but she knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere by being a loner. That was just life. She didn’t necessarily want more family, rather just wanted to hold onto what she already had. Nevertheless, Nadia climbs her way up the Camp Half-Blood social circle. She didn’t even have to use her powers every time, rubbing shoulders with the right kids and cabins. She would never call herself a mean girl, but once she was crossed it was arguable just how safe you were. Camp was a chance to hone her abilities and she excelled. She learned to fight as well, and she trained herself to be pretty damn good at it too, but her beauty was always her strongest weapon.

Then where she had grown up was under attack, as well as the rest of the world. Nadia, like many other demigods, never put much of her faith into the gods when they couldn’t bother to see their own children. She joined the battle to keep the world safe for herself, for those few she truly saw as family, and not anyone else. The world ending would have put a damper on things, anyway even if one could argue the world didn’t deserve it. They fight, they win, and Nadia is one of the lucky ones to come out of it alive.

Half-bloods seldom made it into adulthood and Nadia knew that she deserved it. Enough had been taken from her. She doesn’t have the desire to stray far from the place she called home, so when she’s too old for camp she moves to the city and settles in New Greece. It was pleasant, not having to worry for your life whenever you stepped outside of camp, and she wanted to take full advantage of that.

It doesn’t take long for Nadia to make her way into the modeling industry, when you were blessed with naturally beautiful features you could enhance it felt like a no brainer to the young woman. She would be one of the first to admit she used her powers to help her excel her status and why shouldn’t she? To not use her gifts, the only thing her mother gave her, would be a waste. Nadia doesn’t see it as unfair and it’s the least the mortal world can do for her when they helped saved humanity. She thrives under the attention and adoration, no longer the misunderstood little girl.

Played by: Peyton.

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NAME: Rian Carter.

AGE: 30.

BIRTHDAY: April, 2nd, 1990.

PRONOUNS: She/Her.

GENDER: Cis woman.

BIRTHPLACE: Santa Monica, California.

OCCUPATION: Swim club instructor.

GODLY PARENT: Poseidon.

FACECLAIM: Conor Leslie.

BIOGRAPHY.

There’s not much that Rian remembers about life when she was younger. Bits and pieces are always there, of course, like waking up to the sound of the ocean, going to swimming lessons almost every day of the week, watching her mother, Blair, tame the waves so effortlessly… But one thing she has never forgotten is the story her mother kept telling her about Rian’s father. How he was such a charming man, who shared the same love for the ocean as she had, how they met one early morning at the beach after she’d finished surfing and just talked and talked and talked. Rian has kept that story close to her heart, though even as a young girl, she never stopped wondering why he’d never stayed with them.

That thought was always with her but in the back of her mind. So much so that she rarely thought about her father unless something reminded her of the little she knew about him. For as long as she could remember, it was her and her mother against the world. She taught her everything Rian knows, including how to stand on a surfboard without falling over, how to swim and how to find the prettiest shells at the beach. Ever since she was a young girl, water had always been a constant in Rian’s life and it was all because her mother made it so. Looking back, Rian can’t help but wonder if it was because her mother wanted to see just how much of her father Rian had inherited.

And for a while, Rian made her mother wonder about it. When she was younger, her eyes would see stuff that her friends’ wouldn’t; like the barista at the coffee shop near their school had one too many arms or reading words that to others seemed to be nothing but scribbles in another language. For a bit, Rian dealt with it because, no matter how hard her day had been, all she needed to make it all better was to go over to the beach and just be. As long as her feet were inside the ocean, it seemed like it was all better. And her mother would watch her for a bit before joining in. Looking back, Rian was sure her mother was looking for her daughter’s connection to the man she had once loved.

One day, her mother wondered no longer. Rian had grown tired of keeping everything that went on with her a secret from her mother. After all, her mother was and continues to be her best friend (and Rian remembers that, after that day, she promised herself not to keep any secrets from her mother). The day Rian told her mother what had been going on — seeing stuff, reading tuff that wasn’t written in English, the restlessness, her love for water —  was the day she finally understood everything. You’re the daughter of Poseidon. And all she knew about her father was the basic mythology she’d been taught. He was a stranger to her, no matter how big and powerful he was.

In one way or another, Rian’s life had always been connected to water, to her father. The waking up and listening to the ocean sounds and seeing the endless blue as soon as she looked out of her window. The swim team that she was part of in school — a natural, she’d been called by every trainer and teacher she’d had. The way she could hold her breath underwater for longer than normal. The way her mind would just… clear whenever she was inside the swimming pool, even if she was just floating. Water had always made her feel whole and it made sense why that was, after she found out about her father. And water ended up being the reason why her mother and her had to move away in the first place.

She was ten when she had to say goodbye to her home. As soon as her name got out after she won a swimming competition, word going around of a young girl that seemed more fish than human, how she could be underwater for longer than humanly possible, it didn’t take long before those that meant her harm came sniffing around. Poseidon had warned her mother that it might happen so she was prepared. Two bags inside the car, the two of them left their nice life in Santa Monica and headed to the middle of the country, instead. First Colorado for a few months, then Illinois and Ohio. And every time, Rian was the new girl and every time, she was part of the swimming team.

When she asked her mother why, all her mother could say was that being the daughter of Poseidon put a target on her back and that they had to head to Long Island. Camp Half-Blood, that’s what her mother said to her. That’s when she first learned about her next destination for years to come. Blair delayed the inevitable for a bit, wanting to keep her daughter with her for as long as she could. For three years, they stayed in small towns in the states they visited, hopping from one to the other every time the walls seemed to be closing in — half reality, half paranoia — and when Rian was twelve and the two of them couldn’t take the running anymore, Blair took Rian to the camp she had told her so much about before she headed to Virginia.

Life in Camp Half-Blood wasn’t half as good as life had been with her mother. At least, at first. Sure, there were others like her around her but she felt like she belonged with her mother, instead. The woman that had raised and cared for her. Instead, she was at a place that she was only allowed to be in because of a man she had never met. A child of the Big Three. At first, Rian kept to herself — she wanted to be there as much as the others around her seemed to want her there, it seemed. Rian had been the new girl enough times to know what it was all about. She guarded herself and convinced herself that she ought to not like the camp and those in it.

And yet, things change. Slowly, but surely, Rian grew attached to the camp and the life she had there. It was a life she didn’t know she was in need of. Learning how to fight, how to use the powers she had, Rian trained and trained and trained. And, again, slowly but surely, she grew attached to the people that she shared a life with. The camp had become a new home, though she would never forget the one that she had with her mother. As much as she was allowed, she’d visit her mother, keeping herself incognito as she did so. The last thing she wanted was to put her mother in danger just because she had a child with the wrong man… Or god.

When the battle of New York happened, Rian was barely fifteen but had the courage and strength of a small army. She fought beside those she’d come to call friends and, whether it was pure skill or pure luck, she ended up being one of the survivors. But the battle itself wasn’t the thing that stayed with her, even fifteen years later. It was seeing her father. Watching him control the Hudson river. Even in the midst of battle, she couldn’t help but stare in awe. And when it was all over and the campers were able to catch a breath, Rian will never forget the few minutes she was able to talk to her father, hearing him tell her how proud he was of her and how he always watched over her. A moment cut short by reality.

Life after camp was a giant question mark. Rian had never thought about life after camp because she’d heard that many campers didn’t make it to the age where they aged out of the camp. So, when she was one of the campers that actually was told she had to leave camp life behind, Rian had never felt more terrified — not even compared to when she had been told she’d have to fight mythical creatures as a sort of homework/quest. With the help of her mother — though they still lived apart for Blair’s safety — she finally found a place for her to get some money and still do something she loved. Rian became a swimming instructor at a swim club and though her mortal life pales in comparison to how she felt in the camp, it’s still something Rian is grateful for.

Played by: Lu.

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