* sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴡ / 𝑀𝐸 !

✗ ┊▋ LOVE IS LIKE A BOMB, baby, c'mon get it on. livin' like a lover. with a radar phone. lookin' like a TRAMP, like a video v a m p. demolition woman, can i be your man ?? razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light. television lover, baby, go all night. SOMETIME, ANYTIME, sugar me sweet. little miss INNOCENT. so c'mon, take a bottle, ( shake ) it up. break the bubble, break it up. POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME !

[metancias]

                    ╰  °  —   meet  colton . 

〔 KEITH POWERS, 22, CIS MALE, N/A 〕╰  COLTON HEARST  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  DIONYSUS  who  was  claimed  4 MONTHS  ago ?  i've  heard  chiron  say  that  he  is  CHARMING & VIVACIOUS ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they'd  say  they’re  FINICKY & EGOCENTRIC .  i'd  say  they  remind  me  of  chaotic vines ,  bottle service ,  and  glancing at reflections in windows   ,  especially  since  they’re  NEUTRAL . 

HISTORY . 

born  in  the  city  of  angels ,   colton’s  birth  was  a  headliner .   after all  ,   it’s  not  everyday  that  a  supermodel  gets  knocked  up  by  a  complete  nobody .  kiara  hearst  was  among  the  ranks  of  naomi  campbell  ,   claudia  schiffer  &  kate  moss  when  she  got  pregnant  with  colton  &   was  left  heartbroken  by  dionysus  (  who  never  revealed  his  godly  status  to  her  ) 

colton  was  raised  by  his  nonna  &  his  nanny .   his  mother  had  been  too  focused  on  amassing  her  empire ,   while  his  new  step - dad   was   too  busy  in  the  nba .   he  was  the  definition  of  “  poor  little  rich  boy  ” . 

having  a  supermodel  as  a  mom  &  an  la  laker  as  a  step - dad  certainly  helped  raise  his  popularity  at  the  private  school  he  went  to .   colton  was  known  to  throw  the  best  parties ,  whether  it  be  in  his  calabasas  home  or  their  beach - front  malibu  mansion . 

he’s  quite  the  social  media  mogul ;   all  of  his  verified  social  media  accounts  have  an  average  of  500k  followers .   he  has  even  created  a  few  iconic  vines  back  in  high  school . 

it’s  surprising  how  he  has  managed  to  evade  monsters  for  so  long .  perhaps ,  it’s  due  to  the  fact  that  he  was  never  in  one  place  for  a  long  time .  he  often  travelled  in  between  cities ,  and  even  countries  to  fulfill  his  wanderlust .  

just  a  month  before  the  battle  of  manhattan ,   colton  was  brought  to  camp  after  surviving  an  attack  by  a  monster  posed  as  a  bodyguard  while  vacationing  in  florida .  his  new  personal  assistant ,  turned  out  to  be  a  satyr ,  and  ensured  his  safety   as  they  travelled  to  new  york .  monsters  were  rising  at  this  point  &  targeting  demigods  regardless  of  status . 

with  only  less  than  three  weeks  to  train ,  it  was  a  miracle  how  he  survived .  he  probably  did  more  running  than  fighting  during  the  battle . 

after  the  storm ,  colton  settled  in  quite  nicely  at  camp .   he’s  known  to  be  a  chaotic  mess ,  who  throws  the  wildest  parties .   when  he’s  around ,  a  good  time  is  a  guarantee ,  however  it  is  clear  that  he  still  has  a  lot  to  learn  about  being  a  demigod . 

PERSONALITY. 

colton  is  rarely  ever  serious .  he’s  the  life  of  the  party  &  will  always  try  to  find  a  way  to  have  fun .  

always  cracking  jokes  ( even  if  it’s  at  your  expense  ) 

literally  would  “ do  it  for  the  vine. ” 

very  loud  &  big  cr*ckhead  energy 

picky  &  finicky .  doesn’t  like  getting  his  hands  dirty . 

can  be  vain  at  times .  people  swear  he  has  some  aphrodite  in  him . 

HEADCANONS . 

has  a  spotify  playlist  called  “  when  aphrodite  girls  show  up  ”

one  time  at  a  party ,  he  made  it  rain  with  drachmas  instead  of  dollar  bills . 

tried  to  persuade  mr.  d  into  doing  a  tiktok  with  him .  of  course ,  his  dad  threatened  to  turn  him  into  a  weasel  if  he  attempted  this  again . 

[metancias]

𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚔𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 !!

                                    °   —   𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊  𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙆  .

basics .

name: colton zachary hearst  nicknames : colt birth date :  december 2, 1997 gender :  cis male  pronouns :  he / him  ethnicity :  african - american  nationality :  american  hometown :  beverly hills ,  california  demigod abilities :  chlorokinesis  ,   ability  to  cause  &  cure  madness  ,  expert  actor  cabin number & godly parent :  cabin  12  — dionysus  how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? :   

courtney  hearst  —  one  has  probably  heard  of  her  name .   after  all ,   she’s  an  iconic  heiress  turned  supermodel .   

she  loved  the  glitz  &  the  glamour  of  hollywood .   photographed  at  every  gala ,   courtney  was  an  integral  asset  of  the  90′s  party  scene .   

how  she  caught  the  eye  of  a  greek  god  would  not  be  a  surprise .  she  and  dionysus  crossed  paths  at  a  new  york  fashion  week  after  party .   it  was  unlike  the  career - oriented  model  to  be  smitten  so  quickly .   it  was  a  whirlwind  romance .   

six  months  in ,  courtney  found  out  she  was  pregnant .  of  course ,  it  made  headlines .   would  she  be  able  to  bounce  back  after  this ?  was  her  modeling  career  over ?  though ,  she  was  determined  to  not  let  a  child  come  in  the  way  of  her  career .  

dionysus  &  courtney  ended  things  four  months  after  colton  was  born .  she  never  knew  the  true  nature  of  her  ex - boyfriend ,   other  than  that  he  was  a  total  douchebag .  

muse  appearance .

faceclaim :  keith  powers  height :  5  ft .  11  in  hair colour :  black eye colour :  brown  dominant hand :  right distinguishing features :  has  a  light  splatter  of  freckles  across  his  nose  &  the  apples  of  his  cheeks dress style :  always  up  to  the  latest  trend ,  colton  can  be  found  sporting  designer  clothes .  though ,  when  he  isn’t  in  off  white  or  balenciaga ,   he  can  be  found  in  a  laidback  zara  button - down ,  or  the  latest  nike  release .  

camp - related .

go - to  weapon : a  celestial  bronze  kaskara  sword  ambrosia :   he  only  had  to  take  ambrosia  once  &  it  was  during  the  battle  of  manhattan .   upon  first  taste ,  he  swore  it  was  his  nonna’s  apple  pie ,  but  it  later  shifted  to  his  childhood  nanny’s  homemade  strawberry  milk .  favourite camp location :  cabin  12  their opinion of their godly parent :  colton  never  quite   cared  about  not  growing  up  with  his  biological  dad ,  since  his  mom  remarried  an  nba  player  who  took  him  in  as  his  own .  he  hates  having  mr. d  around  at  camp ,  though .  it  means  he  can’t  fuck  around  so  much .  age they were claimed : twenty - two  how they were claimed : a  golden  thyrsus  surrounded  in  a  purple  aura  appeared  on  top  of  his  head  during  his  first  camp - wide  meeting  at  the  amphitheater .  it  was  followed  by  a  groan  from  mr. d’s  direction .   stance on the new cabins : neutral .  reason for their stance :  colton  hasn’t  been  at  camp  long  enough  to  understand  the  politics  of  it .  even  then ,  he’s  just  here  to  have  fun .  their opinion on lyssa pentelute :  who ?  quests : none  &  he  wouldn’t  want  to  go . 

personality .

positive traits :  charismatic  ,   vivacious  ,   fun - loving negative traits :  egocentric  ,   finicky  ,   squeamish  mbti :  esfp .  alignment :  chaotic  neutral .  hogwarts house :  gryffindor  kinsey scale :  3  archetype : the jester  what candle scent are they :  mango  mai  tai  goals & desires : fame  &  fortune   fears : being  alone .   hobbies :  shopping  ,   going  to  the  beach  ,   travelling  ,   making  stupid  vines  ,   pranks  habits : it  might   be  the  adhd  but  whenever  he’s  seated ,   he  always  has  to  bounce  his  right  leg .  

[metancias]

                                                     𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  half  blood  hill                                                             𝐟𝐭 :  @necrmnce​

              THE  COOL  BREEZE  did  little  to  soothe  the  pain  the  half - blood  felt  as he  trudged  up  half - blood  hill .  a  throbbing  eye  &  fresh  cut  on  his  lip  were   familiar  occurrences  at  this  point  to  sawyer .   just  a  little  ambrosia ,  and  he  wouldn’t  feel  it  anymore .   it  took  a  little  more  than  uppercuts  to  faze  him ,  considering  the  amount  of  monsters  he  had  come  in  contact  with .  

              A  SHINING  GLIMMER  emanating  from  the  golden  fleece  grew  larger  with  every  step  sawyer  took .  nobody  would  be  awake  at  this  hour  to  even  be  patrolling  the  entrance ,  so  he  would  be  able  to  slip  in  without  a  trace .   though ,  an  odd  dark  figure  perched  against  thalia’s  tree .  out  of  instinct ,  the  son  of  ares  drew  his  ulfberht ,  allowing  its  celestial  bronze  gleam  menacingly  in  the  darkness ,  though  he  immediately  lowered  his  sword  once  he  noticed  who  it  was .  “  ah ,  shit .  ”  the  twenty - two  year  old  looked  like  a  kid  who  was  caught  with  his  hand  in  a  cookie  jar .  “ hey ,  brooklyn .  ”  sawyer  shifted  awkwardly  ,  sheathing  his  weapon  again .  “  uhh ...  nice  night  for  a  walk ,  huh ? ”

[metancias]

brooklyn .

           .・。.・゜☆ .・☾   her  fondness  of  the  darkness had  to  have  come  from  her  mother ,  but  her  favoring  the  night  itself  came  from  her  dad .  she’d  leave  the  hecate  cabin  and  stroll  along  the  edge  of  camp  before  taking  a  spot  out  by thalia’s  tree ,  occasionally  messing  around  with  different  types  of  spells  or  seeing  if  her  raising  the  dead  was  limited  to  people  or  if  she  could  do  plants  too .  from  time  to  time ,  she’d  run  into  those  evading  camp ,  but  made  it  routine  with  one  in  particular .  

the  silhouette  making  its  way  up  the  hill was  one  all  too  familiar  this  time  of  night , clearly  not  recognizing  her .  brooklyn  smiled  to  herself  when  he  drew  his  weapon ,  waiting  for  the  moment  he  realized  it  was  her .  the  curse  he  let  slip  caused  a  soft  laugh  to  leave  her  as  she  moved  from  her  spot ,  crossing  over  to  him .  “ so  you  do  have  a  death  wish . ”  she  shakes  her  head  at  him ,  mimicking  the  tsk  of  a disappointed  parent .  “ i  thought  we  got  over  this  stage  of  our  life . ”

                HIS  LIPS  CURL  in  a  sheepish  grin  and  complete  with  a  shrug  —  the  son  of  ares  was  an  image  of  a  little  clueless  boy .   sawyer  took  a  step  back  as  she  approached  him ,  almost  as  if  trying  to  avoid  the  shame  of  getting  caught  doing  something  he  promised  not  to  do .   “  demigods  notably  find  themselves  in  more  dangerous  situations  than  mortals ,   ”   he  said  as  a  matter  of  fact  —  a  poor  excuse .   it  was  certain  that  his  old  friend  clearly  could  see  through  his  lies .   a  large  exhale  exited  his  lips  with  the  deflation  of  his  shoulders .   “  my  mom  needs  a  bit  of  help  with  the  rent  back  home ,   and  writing  for  the  modern  eggs  society  blog  won’t  cover  even  half  of  it .   ”  

               BROOKLYN  WAS  WELL  aware  of  his  history  of  his  participation  in  an  underground  fight  club  in  new  jersey .   she  had  been  there  to  hand  him  ambrosia  when  he’d  sneak  back  into  camp ,  or  help  him  count  his  earnings  from  bets  made  on  him  when  his  fingers  were  too  fractured  to  do  so .   sawyer  just  wasn’t  sure  if  she  would  keep  covering  his  tracks  for  much  longer .   “    please  don’t  tell  chiron .   ”   it  was  barely  a  whisper ,  but  in  the  silence  across  long  island  sound  ,  it  was  clear  as  day .

[metancias]

                                                            𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  the cabins                                                                 𝐟𝐭 : @jordanfakir​ 

             SAWYER  KNEW  RAGE  like  the  back  of  his  hand .   it  was  like  a  stream ,  slowly  trickling  up  his  veins ,  before  pouring  into  a  turbulent  waterfall .  it  was  never  a  good  idea  to  anger  a  child  of  ares ,   but  for  unknown  reasons ,  there  was  a  particular  son  of  hermes  who  found  enjoyment  on  getting  on  his  nerves .  

             THE  HEAD  COUNSELOR  was  a  sight  to  see  as  he  stormed  down  the  courtyard  ,  heads  turning  as  he  stormed  down  the  line  of  cabins .   demigods  knew  exactly  where  he  was  headed :  the  hermes  cabin  two  houses  over .  

             “   WHERE  IS  HE ?  ”   sawyer’s  voice  boomed  as  he  stormed  into  cabin  nine ,  eyes  lit  with  fury .    “   jordan  fakir ,   how  many  times  do  i  have  to  tell  you  not  to  touch  my  shit —  especially  my  fucking  journal !? ”

[metancias]

jordan . 

“Knuckles split and start to fly, the cage is shut, no place to hide,”

Jordan raised his eyes when Sawyer entered, but his cheshire grin didn’t falter as he continued reading through the man’s yelling, growing louder and more excited to cover Sawyer’s voice. “My anger boils! Chants subside! Your body cold and petrified!”

Jordan was on his feet now, knowing the boy would recognize his own poetry being read aloud to a small audience of three or four Hermes campers, and Jordan intended to get to a window before Sawyer could pound him into oblivion. There was mirth and laughter in his voice, almost sing-song as he found intense joy in ruining this man’s morning.

“Eyes stuck shut, the blood has dried! Can’t see the monster still inside!”

Jordan screamed a little: a short, shrill thing, and fully tossed the diary at Sawyer like it was a projectile before dashing towards the window. He intended to hurl himself bodily through it into the grass outside his cabin, and seek the safety of running away until Sawyer calmed down.

                IF  NOBODY  WAS  going  to  stop  him ,  sawyer  could  actually  strangle  the  kid .   sawyer  threw  a   self - conscious  peek  at  the  snickering  hermes  bystanders .   they  were  enjoying  the  dramatics  put  on  show  by  the  little  prankster .   “   you  little  shit !  give  it  back !   ”   

               QUICK  REFLEXES  WERE  to  thank  as  the  little  punk  tossed  the  leather - bound  journal  in  his  direction  ,   but  no  amount  of  adhd  could  prepare  sawyer  as  he  watched  jordan  fling  himself  out  the  hermes  cabin  window .   that  kid  was  clearly  nuts .    with  a  shake  of  his  head ,  the  brunette  stuffed  the  journal  in  the  back  pocket  of  his  jeans  and  dashed  out  the  door .  

               “   I’M  NOT  GOING  to  hurt  you !   ”   called  sawyer  as  he  jogged  a  few  feet  behind  jordan’s  retreating  figure .  though ,  maybe  a  little  ear  pull  would  teach  him  a  lesson .   “  let’s  talk  like  the  adults  we  are .   ”

[avalonbalinor]

this wasn’t an unusual sight by any means: avalon balinor, surrounded by and covered in paints outside of her cabin (it had gotten to the point where she tended to be so messy that her siblings preferred her to do it outside if she wasn’t going to be in the arts & crafts area of camp), singing beach boys songs just a little bit too loud. 

“wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up in the morning when the day is new –” she jumped at the sudden appearance in front of her, but allowed a wide grin to spread over her face, the yellow paint on her cheek cracking with the movement. “oh! hey there – how’re you? don’t mind the mess, you’re welcome to join me, i have extra canvases, and obviously lots of paints. don’t tell chiron though, because i took a lot of them from arts & crafts.” @ambrosiaextra

[metancias]

                     AVALON  BALINOR  HAD  always  been  an  enigma  — the  cheery  disposition  she  carried  all  over  the  camp ,  as  if  she  carried  the  sun  itself .   it  was  an  unfamiliar  sight  to  the  son  of  ares .  though ,  he  should’ve  been  used  to  it  by  now ,  five  years  down  the  road .  

                    THEY  BARELY  SPOKE .   after  all ,  they  didn’t  exactly  run  in  the  same  social  circles .   most  of  the  time ,  he  often  caught  himself  glancing  in  her  direction  during  dinner  at  the  mess  hall .  or  desperately  trying  to  avoid  getting  in  her  way  whenever  ares  &  apollo  were  teamed  together  in  capture  the  flag .   avalon  was  a  ray  of  sunshine  &  sawyer  acted  as  if  he  were  seeing  the  light  for  the  first  time . 

                    MUCH  TO  HIS  surprise ,  she  called  out  to  him  as  he  was  strolling  back  to  the  ares  cabin  after  finishing  up  at  the  climbing  wall .  sawyer  had  to  turn  around  to  make  sure  she  hadn’t  been  speaking  to  anyone  behind  him .   “  you  talking  to  me ?   ”   it  sounded  more  irate  than  he  intended  to .   “   i - i  don’t  know  how  to .   ”   sawyer  shoved  his  hands  into  his  pockets .  the  twenty - two  year  old  was  good  with  written word  and  fighting —  not  splashing  paint  on  a  canvas . 

[redeyedwarricr]

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

Location: The Arena 

Time of day: mid afternoon

“Ok ok, no, stop. Your flailing is going to cut someone’s arm off. Dang kid. You’ve got some good force, but like you’ve got to aim. Here..” 

Lucy pulled you her axe and demonstrated the proper way to wield one.  “See, you’ve got to control it more, okay?” The child nodded as she spoke, which she returned with a pleasant smile. 

“Ok, why don’t you go over to that dummy and practice with it, alright?”

As the child ran off, Lucy sighed turning to one of the older campers by her “That kid is gonna be a great warrior, just you wait.” 

[metancias]

                     SAWYER  GRINNED  AS  he  watched  his  sister  expertly  wield  the  axe ,  instructing  the  younger  demigod  the  proper  mechanism  of  the  weapon .   lucy’s  easiness  around  the  younger  generation  is  the  main  reason  why  he  left  her  in  charge  of  mentoring  them .   dealing  with  people  with  adhd  ( like  he  was )  was  a  challenge  enough — them  being  gremlins just  made  it  a  living  tartarus . 

                     “   I  DON’T  DOUBT  you  .   ”   sawyer  raised  his  hands  in  mock  surrender .  “   you’re  one  of  the  best  trainers  here .  are  you  trying  to  give  me  a  run  for  my  money  as  head  counselor ?   ”

[metancias]

                                                         𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  the big house                                                             𝐟𝐭 :  @trcvellinghcart​  

             EARLY  IS  ON  time ,  on  time  is  late ,   and  late  was  unacceptable .  at  least ,  these  were  the  words  engrained  in  the  demigod’s  subconscious .  but ,  perhaps  arriving  in  advance  for  the  head  counselor’s  weekly  meeting  was  just  an  excuse  for  sawyer  to  get  away  from  any  annoying  campmates .   he  sat  by  the  head  of  the  ping  pong  table ,  elbows  perched  up  on  the  surface   as  he  turned  his  attention  to  the  only  other  person  in  the  room .   “   are  you  guys  prepared  to  be  wiped  if  you  play  against  the  ares  kids  in  this  week’s  capture  the  flag ?   ”   sawyer’s  lips  curled  in  a  mischievous  grin ,  contorting  the  little  scar  he  had  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth .   “   i  would  hate  to  see  you  get  upset ,  di .   ”

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 andromeda. 

  𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮  of comfort —- the ocean was always reliable. steady.  it never went anywhere,  it always elicited the same emotion,  it never changed its pattern.  the rhythmic lapping of the waves somehow it reminds her of falling asleep on the porch swing, the gentle back and forth motion washing away the troubles pervading her,  lulling her off to sleep.  

  she sees sawyer the moment she even considers the beach tonight.  but christ, she isn’t heartless and she’s never considered herself stiff, and andromeda supposes company couldn’t be all that bad.   (  besides, he’s already done his damage, how much worse could it get ?  )   she shakes her head upon approach as his words reach her, and a hand is held up to indicate him to stay.     “ beach is big enough for us both,  pardner. ”     a seat is taken a few steps to the left of him,  enough space to not make things any more awkward than they already were.   (  the ocean isn’t loud enough,  the waves only gently lapping the shore tonight,  but she isn’t one to enjoy this kind of silence.  )      “ what happened to your hands ? ”

                  FOR  REASONS  UNCLEAR ,  andromeda  barely  displayed  distaste  towards  sawyer .   what  he  had  done  years  beforehand  was  terrible — even  for   the  spawn  of  the  personification  of  war .  their  night  together  was  a  mistake ,  and  he  didn’t  anticipate  her  romantic  feelings  at  all .   rejecting  her  was  a  band  aid  solution  for  a  wound  he  hadn’t  expected . 

                 HE  SNEAKED  A  glance  from  the  corner  of  his  eye ,  puzzled  at  her  concern  at  his  marred  skin .   “  oh .   got  into  another  fight .   ”   it  was  partially  true  —  he  had  racked  in  a  couple  grand  from  his  work  in  new  jersey  the  week  before .   just  enough  to  cover  his  mom’s  rent  for  the  month .   “   you  know  i’m  used  to  it .  ”   it  seemed  rather  inappropriate  to  mention  their  past  relationship ,   but  the  words  left  his  mouth  before  he  could  even  register  them .   “   how  are  things  going  with  jesse ?   ”   it  was  a  feeble  attempt  to  shift  the  topic  to  his  best  friend . 

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                                                           𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  the beach                                                           𝐟𝐭 : @andromedapresley​

            THE  ORANGE  NOVEMBER  sun  cast  an  orange  glow  over  camp  half - blood ,  and  from  his  spot  on  the  beach ,   sawyer  could  almost  see  apollo  driving  his  chariot  across  the  sky .   the  sound  of  his  pencil  scratching  on  the  worn  out  pages  of  his  leather - bound  journal  accompanied  the  sound  of  the  waves  lapping   against  the  shore .   though ,  it  was  hardly  enough  to  drown  his  thoughts .   

            THE  TWENTY - TWO  year  old’s  head  whisked  around  as  he  heard  footsteps  approaching  the  beach — but  he  immediately  regretted  the  action .   “   i - i  can  go .   ”   his  chestnut  eyes  fell  down  to  the  healing  wounds  on  his  knuckles .  pathetic .  he  couldn’t  even  look  at  her  in  the  eye .   it’s  been  two  years  since  he  had  broken  andromeda  presley’s  heart ,   but  the  guilt  still  ate  him  alive  like  it  just  happened  yesterday . 

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                                                            𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  the cabins                                                                 𝐟𝐭 : @jordanfakir​ 

             SAWYER  KNEW  RAGE  like  the  back  of  his  hand .   it  was  like  a  stream ,  slowly  trickling  up  his  veins ,  before  pouring  into  a  turbulent  waterfall .  it  was  never  a  good  idea  to  anger  a  child  of  ares ,   but  for  unknown  reasons ,  there  was  a  particular  son  of  hermes  who  found  enjoyment  on  getting  on  his  nerves .  

             THE  HEAD  COUNSELOR  was  a  sight  to  see  as  he  stormed  down  the  courtyard  ,  heads  turning  as  he  stormed  down  the  line  of  cabins .   demigods  knew  exactly  where  he  was  headed :  the  hermes  cabin  two  houses  over .  

             “   WHERE  IS  HE ?  ”   sawyer’s  voice  boomed  as  he  stormed  into  cabin  nine ,  eyes  lit  with  fury .    “   jordan  fakir ,   how  many  times  do  i  have  to  tell  you  not  to  touch  my  shit —  especially  my  fucking  journal !? ”

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                                                            𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  the armory                                                                   𝐟𝐭 : @pyritics​. 

              “   YOU  KNOW  IT’S  not  fair  when  you  do  that ,   ”   remarked  sawyer  cheekily  as  he  strapped  himself  into  a  rust - colored  breastplate .  the  son  of  ares  had  walked  over  to  his  best  friend  a  few  feet  over  with  a  wicked  grin  just  as  chiron  announced  that  capture  the  flag  was  about  to  begin  in  half  an  hour .  purely  out  of  coincidence ,  the  twenty - two  year  old  found  out  that  cabin  five  was  paired  up  with  the  tyche  kids  again .   “   that  whole  luck  thing .   we’re  going  to  embarrass  these  kids ,  ”   the  demigod  chuckled  with  a  shake  of  his  head .   “  but  don’t  use  it  all  up  now .  we  need  that  luck  for  the  rest  of  our  team .  especially  since  we  need  to  be  teammates  with  the  demeter  kids .   the  gods  know  how  terrible  they’d  make  it  for  us  if  we  were  playing  against  them .   ”   sawyer  shot  a  pointed  glance  at  jesse .   a  spoken  warning  was  not  needed  for  the  message  that  he  was  trying  to  convey :  a  particular  daughter  of  demeter  was  not  happy  with  both  sawyer  and  jesse .  

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                                                     𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :  half  blood  hill                                                             𝐟𝐭 :  @necrmnce​

              THE  COOL  BREEZE  did  little  to  soothe  the  pain  the  half - blood  felt  as he  trudged  up  half - blood  hill .  a  throbbing  eye  &  fresh  cut  on  his  lip  were   familiar  occurrences  at  this  point  to  sawyer .   just  a  little  ambrosia ,  and  he  wouldn’t  feel  it  anymore .   it  took  a  little  more  than  uppercuts  to  faze  him ,  considering  the  amount  of  monsters  he  had  come  in  contact  with .  

              A  SHINING  GLIMMER  emanating  from  the  golden  fleece  grew  larger  with  every  step  sawyer  took .  nobody  would  be  awake  at  this  hour  to  even  be  patrolling  the  entrance ,  so  he  would  be  able  to  slip  in  without  a  trace .   though ,  an  odd  dark  figure  perched  against  thalia’s  tree .  out  of  instinct ,  the  son  of  ares  drew  his  ulfberht ,  allowing  its  celestial  bronze  gleam  menacingly  in  the  darkness ,  though  he  immediately  lowered  his  sword  once  he  noticed  who  it  was .  “  ah ,  shit .  ”  the  twenty - two  year  old  looked  like  a  kid  who  was  caught  with  his  hand  in  a  cookie  jar .  “ hey ,  brooklyn .  ”  sawyer  shifted  awkwardly  ,  sheathing  his  weapon  again .  “  uhh ...  nice  night  for  a  walk ,  huh ? ”

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𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚊𝚛𝚎  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜  &  𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝  𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛  &  𝚢/𝚌 .   𝚒𝚏  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍  𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ,  𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝  𝚖𝚎  𝚊  𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎  𝚘𝚗   𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚘𝚛  𝚘𝚗  𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍  !!

                          °   —  𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉   𝙄𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙎  .

⌈    —    platonic . 

former quest partners : sawyer  has  been  on  a  total  of  three  quests ,  mostly  taking  place  when  he  was  younger .   he  doesn’t  open  up  much ,  but  sharing  near - death  experiences  would  be  enough  for  sawyer  to  call  y/c  a  friend .  

polar  opposites :  sawyer  is  known  as  a  bad  boy  around  camp ,  with  bruises  on  his  cheeks  &  cuts  on  his  lip . y/c  is  a  happy-go-lucky  camper  who’s  a  ray  of  sunshine .  nobody  can  quite  figure   out  how  they  even  became  friends ,  but  seeing  them  apart  is  unheard  of .

mentee :  as  the  head  counselor  of  the  ares  cabin ,  sawyer  has  a  lot  of  experience  with  fighting  and  different  kinds  of  weaponry .  he  could  help  out  y/c  become  a  better  fighter .  plus  points  if  this  develops  into  an  older  brother / younger  sibling  sort  of  relationship .

sharing a secret :  sawyer  often  sneaks  out  of  camp  to  go  back  to  new  jersey  to  participate  in  paid  underground  fighting ,  while  y/c  also  sneaks  out  of  camp .  one  night  while  traveling  back  to  camp  on  the  subway ,  they  run  into  each  other  and  have  to  fight  a  monster  together .  now ,  they  help  each  other  sneak  out  of  camp ,  even  if  it’s  to  have  fun  together .

mischievous friends : it  may  take  a  bit  of  alcohol ,  but  y/c  and  sawyer  are  each  other’s  go  to  when  they  need  to  let  loose .  he  doesn’t  allow  himself  to  unwind  a  lot ,  but  he  knows  he  can  count  on  y/c  for  the  task .

⌈    —    romantic .

like we used to :  sawyer  and  y/c  used  to  have  a  summer  romance  three  years  ago ,  when  sawyer  was  nineteen .  it  was  the  first  time  he  truly  allowed  himself  to  be  vulnerable  to  anyone ,  but  y/c  broke  it  off  and  found  love  with  another  camper .  it  took  sawyer  a  while  to  get  over  her ,  and  he  hasn’t  been  the  same  ever  since .  inspired  by  like  we  used  to  by  a  rocket  to  the  moon .

playful  flings  / regular  hook  ups : pretty  self - explanatory .  sawyer  is  not  into  commitment ,  and  he’d  rather  have  short - lived  affairs  now .

slow  burn :  y/c  makes  sawyer  feel  a  way  he  hasn’t  in  a  long  time ,  but  he  won’t  admit  it  to  himself .  their  time  together  is  full  of  longing  glances  &  lots  of  tension  ,  but  sawyer  refuses  to  make  the  first  move .

the  chase :  y/c  likes  to  tease  sawyer ,  and  leave  him  hanging . it’s  okay .  he  enjoys  the  chase .

drunk  mistake :  one  time  at  a  party ,  y/c  and  sawyer  might’ve  gotten  too  drunk  and  hooked  up ,  or  had  a  threesome .  now , things  are  awkward  between  them ,  but  the  attraction  is  still  there .

awkward crush :  sawyer  has  had  a  crush  on  y/c  for  as  long  as  he  could  remember  ,  but  she  seems  way  too  out  of  his  league  &  he  would  never  make  a  move .  they  could  be  friends ,  it  could  be  one  sided .

⌈    —    adversary .

rivals :  they  both  have  been  at  camp  for  around  the  same  time ,   and  are  equally  good  at  what  they  do .  their  childish  rivalry  has  been  going  on  since  they  first  started  out  at  camp ,  but  will  it  end  anytime  soon ?

polar  opposites:  they’re  so  different  that  they  just  don’t  click .

ex - fling :  things  might’ve  not  ended  well  between  these  two ,  and now  they  just  don’t  get  along .

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𝚒𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍'𝚜  𝚜𝚘  𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 ,  𝚑𝚘𝚠  𝚌𝚊𝚗  𝚠𝚎  𝚋𝚎  𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 ?

                                      °   —   𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊  𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙆  . 

⌈  —  basics .

name :  sawyer  gage  bennett nicknames :  sawyer  /  the  kid  dynamite  birth date :  november  19 ,  1997 gender :  cis male  pronouns :  he  /  him  ethnicity :  norwegian  nationality :  american  hometown :  houston ,  texas  demigod abilities :  telumkinesis ,  enhanced physical prowess ,  odikinesis  cabin number & godly parent :  cabin  5  --  ares  how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? :  lisa  bennett  wasn’t  living  in  the  safest  neighborhood  during  her  younger  days .  when  going  home  from  a  late - night  shift  at  the  local  diner ,  she  was  jumped  by  a  bunch  of  hoodlums .  ares  was  about  to  jump  in  to  save  her ,  but  she  was  able  to  hold  up  on  her  own .  impressed  with  her  tenacity  &  fighting  skills  ,  ares  offered  to  bring  her  to  a  hospital  to  heal  her  wounds .  the  rest  is  history . 

⌈  —  muse  appearance .

faceclaim :  herman  tømeraas .  height :  6′1 .  hair colour :  dirty  blond .  eye colour :  light  brown  with  flecks  of  green .  dominant hand :  right .  distinguishing features :  crooked  nose ,  faint  scar  on  his  upper  lip  dress style :  laidback ,  not  too  concerned  with  trends .  usually  found  sporting  jeans  &  plain black  v-necks  with  vans .  sometimes ,  you  can  catch  him  wearing  his  clubmaster  reading  glasses .  

⌈  —  camp - related .

go - to  weapon :  a  celestial  bronze  norwegian - styled  viking  sword  favourite camp location :  the  arena .  he  feels  most  in  his  element  when  he’s  in  battle .  on  a  good  day ,  sawyer  can  be  a  sparring  partner  or  an  instructor .  their opinion of their godly parent :  indifferent .  he’s  just  glad  he  has  a  place  to  stay ,  so  all  his  income  would  go  towards  his  mother .  age they were claimed : seventeen .  how they were claimed : sawyer  was  brought  to  camp ,  by  a  satyr .  just before  his  first  capture  the  flag  ,  ares  claimed  him  by  bathing  him  in  a  red  aura  &  clothing  him  in  fine  celestial  bronze  armor .   sawyer  was  to  credit  for  this  win ,  though  people  say  it  must’ve  been  thanks  to  ares ’  blessing .  stance on the new cabins : for  the  new  cabins  reason for their stance :  as  an  ares  kid ,  sawyer  is  all  about  strategy .  having  the  minor  gods  at  camp  seemed  advantageous  in  terms  of  boosting  morale  of  unclaimed  demigods  &  would  provide  opportunity  of  learning  skills  &  powers  of  more  kids  for  proper  training .  their opinion on lyssa pentelute :  while  he  can  understand  her  motivations  &  wouldn’t  invalidate  her  feelings ,  he  simply  doesn’t  agree  with  it .   quests : sawyer  been  on  three  quests  since  his  arrival  at  camp .  proven  to  be  an  asset  due  to  his  physical  prowess ,  there  is  no  question  as  to  why  he  is  a  recurrent  quest  member .  thanks  to  his  experience ,  sawyer  was  given  the  title  of  head  counselor  of  cabin  5. 

⌈  —  personality .

positive traits :  sensitive ,  warm - hearted  ,  inquisitive  negative traits :  awkward ,  insecure  ,  stubborn  mbti :  isfj .  alignment :  chaotic  good .  hogwarts house :  gryffindor .  kinsey scale :  1 ,  heterosexual  with  incident  homosexual  tendencies .  archetype : the  great  father  -- the self ;  wise  old  man -- the persona  what candle scent are they :  vanilla  bean  goals & desires : sawyer  doesn’t  have  much  personal  goals ;  he  just  wants  to  provide  his  mom  with  a  comfortable  life .  as  he  is  protective  of  his  cabin ,  he’s  willing  to  do  anything  just  to  help  his  half - siblings  out .  but ,  something  he  won’t  admit  to  himself  is  that  he  desires  human  connection .  fears : rejection ,  failure  ,  anything  bad  happening  to  his  mother  ,  losing  people  hobbies :  mma  fighting ,  writing  ,  reading  ,  collecting  vinyl  records  habits : tends  to  express  himself  with  body  language  rather  than  words ;  clenches  his  jaw  a  lot  &  curls  his  fists  into  balls  when  frustrated .  sometimes ,  he  forgets  that  he  isn’t  wearing  glasses  &  habitually  presses  on  the  bridge  of  his  nose  like  he’s  pushing  his  glasses  back  up . 

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〔 HERMAN TØMMERAAS, 22, CIS MALE, ODIKINESIS 〕╰  SAWYER BENNETT  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  ARES  who  was  claimed  FIVE years  ago ?  i've  heard  chiron  say  that  he  is  INQUISITIVE & PROTECTIVE ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they'd  say  they’re  CYNICAL & INSECURE .  i'd  say  they  remind  me  of  bruised knuckles ,  burning cigarettes ,  tattered journals  ,  especially  since  they're  FOR THE NEW CABINS . 

THE BASICS.

full name: sawyer gage bennett birthday: november 19, 1997 birthplace: houston, texas hometown: wilmington, delaware

HISTORY.

the bennett family had humble beginnings. sawyer was never the type of kid who grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth; his mother, lisa, was just a humble waitress at a local diner in new jersey. though she was struggling to make ends meet, lisa made sure to compensate for the lack of gifts on sawyer’s birthdays and christmases with unwavering love.

during his elementary years, sawyer proved to be a clever and cynical child. although he received stellar marks in all classes, he was very awkward and reserved. he wasn’t antisocial, but he wasn’t mr popular either. his circle of friends was small, and he got into more fights than any other student, due to his adhd. his dyslexia never stopped him from keeping his head buried in books. oftentimes, he lost himself in fictional worlds when the real world was too much to bear.

as a teenager, things grew rough for the half-blood. money became a bigger problem than ever before for the bennetts. sawyer took odd jobs, from mowing lawns to delivering newspapers, but it was never enough. at fourteen years old,  sawyer took a job as a writer for an amateur magazine, the modern eggs society. he wrote about rising bands and trends to follow before they got famous. the magazine slowly got a cult following, and sawyer was one of their best writers.

with college applications just a few years away, things weren’t looking so bright for the bennetts. lisa couldn’t possibly pay for the bills and fund sawyer’s education. he wasn’t nearly smart enough nor talented to get a scholarship. so when he turned sixteen, sawyer took another job in an underground fight club. he was able to reel in more cash, but at the expense of his reputation. everyone at school noticed the bruises on his cheeks, and the recurring black eyes or cuts on his lips. he got stereotyped as a bad boy. at this point, people were too scared to go even near him.

though he was now able to help his mom pay the bills and shower her with gifts, his mom grew worried with her son’s beat up appearance and increasing absence at home. though sawyer always reassured her that everything was fine, and his main source of income was the magazine.

he learned about his nature as a demigod when one of his colleagues at the modern eggs society was apparently a satyr. sawyer was brought to camp half-blood in new york when he was seventeen, where he was claimed by ares. he still wrote for the modern eggs blog, and would make trips back to new jersey numerous times a week in order to train at the fight club to send money back to his mom.

sawyer’s ancestry made sense; no wonder he was bullied a lot growing up, and he was able to incite anger among his rivals.. it certainly explained how he was such a naturally skilled fighter. however, his reputation followed him to camp. he was still known as the quiet guy who probably got into too many fights when he wasn’t at camp. in spite of this, the ares cabin elected him as head counselor when he was nineteen.

PERSONALITY.

quiet and reserved, sawyer has been deemed as unapproachable. if only people knew how he's, in fact, a sensitive and warm-hearted guy.

he is very intelligent as a result of being inquisitive. sawyer is cynical towards life, his questions always being why and how, as opposed to what.

being introduced the indie scene has shaped his preferences. he appreciates underground stuff and chooses to not go with the flow, often staying out of the loop.

on the other hand, he can be very timid and insecure. within the first few moments, he can be awkward and hard to talk to, but those first impressions will be dispersed with his humble attitude.

something most people don't know is that sawyer is stubborn and insecure. he's afraid of letting people into his life with the fear that they will leave him.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

bruised cheekbones and split lips, it's no wonder why sawyer has been labeled as a bad boy. he has a wide forehead and a chiseled jaw with a pointed chin. his cheekbones are defined, yet have remnants of fading bruises from being in a fight club.

his lips are thin and upturned, and has a faint scar from one of his many fights.

his nose is long and crooked after having it broken far too many times.

he's lean and toned, thanks to his training.

sometimes, sawyer can be spotted with a pair of clubmaster-style reading glasses.

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