・ 。 ◟ there’s more 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 among the stalks than in the camp . satyrs are too intimidated by a titan blessed demigod , nymphs don’t care enough to hold grudges for the nature destroyed by an army she almost held in her palm . but camp ; where the stares never stop & the whispers never quiet – dana would rather them charge her than hide behind gossip , the orange clad warriors never had much 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 . with her eyes trained on a dead clearing – yellow grass & wilted branches , she leans against a tall spear dug into the dirt . ❝ it’s a bit late to be out here , don’t you think ? ❞ she asks the demigod stepped into the clearing , hues remain cast downward . ❝ should get a plant kid out here , heal this clearing . ❞
after dinner had been cleared & everyone had returned to their cabins for the evening , nazareth had gathered a sketchbook , his headphones , and a flashlight & slipped away into the camp half - blood forest for some genuine quiet time . at camp , there was always something going on , always some hustle & bustle that would ultimately drive naz crazy if he didn’t escape every once in a while . the sun had begun to set when nazareth settled himself as far as he could justify within the woods , legs tucked beneath him & sketchbook settled on his lap . the clunky headphones blasted some weird punk rock band in his ears as his nimble fingers took to SCRIBBLING black ink all over the page in some sort of scribblism art form .
time passed faster like this because before he knew it , the sun was almost fully settled over the curve of the earth & he could hear the faint mumblings of someone speaking to him . sliding one headphone off of his ear , naz glanced at dana , catching the tail end of her question . ever the awkward one , the boy simply gazed back down at the piece of art in his hands so as not to hold eye contact a beat too long . “ uh … maybe ? i don’t know . doesn’t really matter to me . ” he gave a small shrug of his shoulders . “ i brought this if it makes you feel any better , ” he muttered , lifting the flashlight into view . “ what about you ? isn’t it a little late for you to be out here , ” nazareth questioned , pointedly , deciding to ignore her comment about the rotten nature of the clearing .
“ hey ” his voice cuts through the early morning silence like a hot knife through butter . birds in a nearby tree take flight , opting for the safety of taking cover not an option to his fellow demigods . jesse’s presence takes up room , fills the camp’s protective barriers suffocates . his big head is 90% of his volume . “ wanna play a round of hearts ? ” he taps his deck of cards on his knee before standing up , arm wrapped around a column that blinks with casino lights , half - hanging off of his cabin’s front porch . “ unless and my apologies ” he pauses , worn deck pressed over his heart . “ unless you’re too fucking chicken shit . ” it’s a cheap attempt at goading his opponent , he’s well aware and yet he doesn’t care . he’s looking for entertainment , a rush greater than sitting in the doorway of his cabin shuffling cards . his course of action is well oiled and thought out should they decline , he’d poke at them incessantly . should they accept they were stupid .
nazareth’s feet dragged as he wandered back to his cabin from the climbing wall . he had made his way down to train early in the morning before all the ares cabin kids invaded the place . but that didn’t make the training any less exhausting . naz stared down at his singed boots as he shuffled along , causing jesse’s voice to catch him off guard . his dark gaze snapped up to meet the other’s , already rolling his eyes at the offer . everyone at camp half - blood was GOOD at something , some were extraordinarily good at certain things . but you could only be so good when luck wasn’t on your side .
which is exactly why nazareth had no intention of entering into ANY game of cards against jesse . a rare chuckle shook the raven - haired boy’s shoulders as he shook his head . “ you must think i’m fuckin ’ stupid , huh , jesse ? that i was born yesterday or somethin ’ ? ” nonetheless , naz approached the tyche cabin , a smirk on his full lips . “ we all know you would absolutely kick my ass at hearts … ” he trailed off , eyeing jesse .
Mabbie skipped out of the arts and crafts area, holding a bunch of string friendship bracelets in her hands. She smiled as she went back towards the cabins, looking for people to give them too.
She worked very hard on these bracelets and was very proud of herself. They were each different patterns and they were so much fun to make.
She stopped as she saw someone passing by, and stopped, excitedly running up to them.
“Hello there! Would you like a bracelet? I worked really hard on them, and I have a lot of different patterns.”
nazareth had made the decision to cut through the arts & crafts area in an attempt to lessen any social interactions along the way . over his years at camp , the boy knew where the younger campers often resided or where the more rambunctious cabins would spend time after one of their activities for the day . whatever the case , the demigod donned from head - to - toe in black garb had no intention of stopping for small talk . or so he thought . until one of the hebe girls all but burst from the arts & crafts area , holding a PLETHORA of rainbow - colored bracelets .
nazareth tried to pick up the pace before she saw him , but just his luck , she decided to call out for him , offering him one of the multi - colored bracelets . “ i uh … i think i’m good . it probably wouldn’t look right with the other shit i have , ” naz muttered , gazing down at the silver barbed - wire bracelets that adorned his wrists . one of his large hands came up to scratch uncomfortably at the back of his neck as he tried to sooth the blow . “ but i can … uh … tell that you put in a lot of work on those … ”
[ HWANG HYUNJIN, TWENTY, CIS MALE, PYROKINESIS ] ╰ NAZARETH SONG just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of HADES who was claimed five years ago ? i've heard chiron say that he is INDIVIDUALISTIC & TRANQUIL , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they'd say they're BIZARRE & RECKLESS . i'd say they remind me of smudged black eyeliner , frigid fingertips , floppy raven hair being held from your eyes , and bass vibrating from speakers , especially since they're NEUTRAL .
hi tiny angels !! my name is moe , i am twenty years old , i use she / her pronouns , and i live in the est . i haven’t been in an actual rp group in ... months because of some bad experiences :/ but this rp seemed so cool & the admins seemed so sweet ... i just had to join . i really hope you guys enjoy naz as i continue to flesh him out a lil ! many kithes for u !
𝟎𝟎𝟏 . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒
full name : nazareth icarus song
age : twenty
gender : cis male
pronouns : he / him
romantic orientation / sexual orientation : biromantic / bisexual
godly parent : hades , god of the dead and king of the underworld .
inspiration : april ludgate from parks & rec , sydney novak & stanley barber from i am not okay with this , machine gun kelly’s album hotel diablo , maybe trent lane from daria if u squint . and just for the clownery of it all ... jughead jones .
pinterest board : linked HERE !!
special power : pyrokinesis
𝟎𝟎𝟐 . 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
bullying tw ?? idk mans didn’t really have a terrible life sry fkdsfkjsd
nazareth was born and raised in chicago , illinois . his mother had him while still in college , much to her parents’ dismay . however , she was incredibly hard working & wanted to give her son the life he deserved . even though the young mother graduated with honors , her degree in marketing could only get her so far . while she got an unpaid internship at a company in the city just a few blocks away from the family’s tiny apartment , she also had to work as a waitress just to pay rent & keep food in nazareth’s mouth .
a few years passed & naz’s mother had moved up enough in the company to be able to quit her job at the local diner . she had met a woman at work who was suddenly spending a lot of time at the songs’ rundown apartment & sometimes naz would even catch his mother dancing around the kitchen to her favorite michael jackson songs . however , as things were looking up for his mom , nazareth was struggling at school . every single class was unbelievably hard for him to understand & the poor boy stuck out like a sore thumb when he was around other kids his age . he was lanky & awkward , but also gave off a weird , brooding energy that did not match any of the other kids . which would have been fine if that meant he would be left alone ! but kids are mean , and that instead meant that he would be frequently exposed to their ruthless torment .
this behavior carried on through the entirety of nazareth’s time in the public school system . there wasn’t much he could do about it besides weather the storm & return home to his mother’s warm hugs every day . luckily , nazareth’s mother never mentioned his father or the existence of demigods. this total ignorance brought him safety from monsters for most of his life . however , things started to change when the boy was around eleven years old . nazareth began to see spirits floating amongst regular people . they looked just like everyone else , but there was a heaviness hanging onto their forms as they breezed about . they would hear him if he called out to them , but wouldn’t usually take the time to stop & answer his questions . naz didn’t even like to think of the flames that would flicker at him palms for just a split second when he would get angry . all of these occurrences scared him , quite frankly .
finally , nazareth told his mother about all of the odd things that had been happening to him . with a forlorn look on her face & no further words spoken between them , naz’s mother began shoving as many things as she could into one large suitcase . within the next thirty minutes , the two of them were in a car headed to a place his mother called “ camp half-blood ” where the boy would be safe . nazareth continued to ask “ safe from what , mom ? ” but no answer came . she couldn’t bring herself to tell him .
𝟎𝟎𝟑 . 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 - 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃
nazareth got to camp half - blood when he was just eleven years old . however , he wasn’t claimed until he was fifteen years old . the little boy was lumped in with the hermes cabin for four - almost five - years until his father finally claimed him . as thrilled as naz was to be detached from the large number of campers who inhabited the hermes cabin , he still held a great deal of anger towards his father for taking so damn long to claim him . what was the fucking hold up ? he still isn’t sure to this day & continues to hold a little resentment at all times . but he rarely mentions it . ( partially because he rarely speaks )
now , with this whole conflict about claiming & cabins , nazareth tries to stay out of it as much as possible . if you ask him about it , good luck getting a straight answer out of him . he switches up what he says every time , just to get a reaction out of whoever he is talking to . nazareth knows too that if he actually gets into a conversation about the whole ordeal , his temper will act up & that isn’t good for anyone .
𝟎𝟎𝟒 . 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘
nazareth is anything but a people person . he doesn’t have good communication skills & doesn’t care to have them . he is severely sarcastic & does not care if he hurts your feelings . he is incredibly independent - almost to the point of being overly self - involved . it is extremely rare for him to genuinely care about others simply because how does caring about other people benefit him in any way ? quite honestly , he’s also a little weird . queue that ‘ i’m a weirdo ’ monologue by local Edgelord Fool Jughead Jones . idk man ... just ... good fuckin luck charlie . he’s annoying !
𝟎𝟎𝟓 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
we might have to get a little creative with connections for nazareth because he is not exactly Mr. Friendly or Mr. Sunshine so it is ... unlikely that he is going to get along splendidly with too many people .
some ppl he can relate to on some level [ friendly connection ]
unlikely pals [ friendly connection ]
people who he just loves to bug and bother [ ??? idk bro connection ]
people who love to bug and bother him [ ??? idk bro connection ]
aw spooky boy has a crush let me cry [ romantic / friendly connection ]
obviously there are going to be a good many people he would gladly fight any day of the week [ not so friendly connection ]
literally my brain is just mush now ... but im so so down to brainstorm or whatever !
