FEEL THE FEAR. DO IT ANYWAY.

Child of Deimos

[penrosemun-blog]

whxtemagic:

“oh, is it not?” keith spoke cluelessly, a bit shyer than he usually is. truth was, he was a demigod who was able to learn to use weapons quickly, but rose didn’t know that, therefore… it definitely wasn’t wrong to pretend he was accidentally doing things wrong. keith was tense when the other came closer, and he could hear his voice close to his ear that he resisted the urge to shiver. he fixed the way he was standing like he was told, and internally squealed to himself when the other boy put his hand over his own. “okay.” he said quietly. keith tried to keep himself together, and shot the target, getting it close to the center this time, compared to the last times where he was purposely shooting away from it. “i almost got it.” he grinned widely, turning shy once again when he looked at rose. “you’re… really great at this whole gun thing.”

Rose grinned and casually nudged the other with his shoulder when he saw that Keith nearly shot the center. The boy’s smile was infectious, it caused Rose to have an urge to tell him he was pretty. But just the thought of voicing that, made him go a little red. Rose had the thought that Keith was 'pretty’ since he first saw him. He seemed to be always smiling, and gods knew that Rose needed someone in his life who smiled often. He chuckled at the other’s comment, propping his own, silver shotgun on his shoulder. It felt cold against his shoulder that was exposed due to the tank top he had thrown on. “Well, I’ve had a lot of practice.” He replied vaguely, grinning again. “You’re a natural, though. You didn’t really need my help. What’s your normal weapon by the way?”

[penrosemun-blog]

Rose studied Keith for a moment as the boy held a spare shotgun from the weaponry. “Your stance isn’t... quite right. You’re holding the gun a little off.” In truth, Keith’s stance wasn’t bad, but Rose found himself wanting a reason to show him how to do it properly. He hesitantly moved closer, mirroring the direction the other was facing.  “Your legs are too wide. Shoulder width is ideal.” He said quietly, breath rustling the other’s hair a bit as he pushed Keith’s knees with his own, trying to move his feet closer. “And your fingers...” He put his hand over the other’s adjusting them. “There. Now try shooting again.” He gestured towards the target and stepped back a bit shyly. 

@whxtemagic

[ohcameron]

Cameron gritted his teeth as he pulled himself through the window, reaching for the edge of the sink, in order to avoid falling. Normally he wasn’t the type of person to just climb through a window- it was just, odd. Yet here he was- climbing through a window into the Hades cabin to surprise Hyacinth. Yet as he looked up, he quickly realized that he was not in the Hades cabin and that he was not alone. “I am so sorry!” he exclaimed as he looked at the person, “Let’s just- pretend this didn’t happen?” he offered with a shrug as he started to back up. 

[penrosemun-blog]

Rose nearly choked on his toothpaste as someone came through the window, hands slapped down right where he was. A small scream, muffled by the pink toothbrush in his mouth, came out of his throat. “Goddammit!” He let out, looking  at the other with perplexity for a few moments. “Do you often climb through cabin windows? Is it a hobby of yours or something?” 

[penrosemun-blog]

photos on Rose’s phone

[vanmorison]

my life is constantly just an inner monologue of “why did I do that”

[hyacinthbae-blog]

islacortland:

“You can`t always rely on instinct or panic to do things for you,” she said, stretching her arm. “It would fail you after a while.”

“I’ve never learned strategy.”  Rose sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Instinct hasn’t failed me yet. But then again, I was only fighting other humans.”

[penrosemun-blog]

wrenofmisery:

Wren raised a brow from where they stood, leaning against the wall watching Rose. They didn’t usually venture to the arena, but since combat with actual weapon wasn’t a strong suit of theirs, they figured they ought to train a little. They felt sympathy for the other and pushed off the wall to walk closer to Rose. “You and me both. Wanna suffer together?”

Rose lifted his head up to look at the other. He offered a small grin and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead. “Are you any good at this?” He gestured a bandaged hand over to the sandbag. “Gods know I need help. I was told that I need to clean up my hand-to-hand.” He chuckled slightly. “According to the Ares kids, Hand-to-Hand combat isn’t the same as street fighting. Who knew?”

[uzone]

[penrosemun-blog]

PENROSE MUN AESTHETIC: the past that haunts

I want to be more than who I am

[penrosemun-blog]

TASK ONE //:

PERSONAL:

Full Name: Penrose Mun (pronounced like Moon)

Nickname/What they go by: Rose

Gender: Cismale

Age: Twenty two

Education (do they go to school? where?): He hasn’t gone to school since he was in 3rd grade

Career ambition: Hell if he knows. Something that doesn’t involve criminal activity?

Hobbies: Painting, Charcoal sketching mostly

What does ambrosia taste like for them?: Strawberry suckers

What is their fatal flaw? A tendency to be a follower and Hot-headedness

FAMILY:

Parents: Deimos and Mun Bora (deceased)

Did their mortal parent know about the Gods?: No

Siblings: A younger sister, but he has not idea where she is.

Pets:  A White Swiss Shepherd named Baby

Ancestry/Heritage: Korean

ROMANCE:

Romantic orientation: Bi-demiromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual 

Significant other: None

If none above, do they have a crush?: No

Are they a virgin?: No

CAMP:

How did they arrive at camp the first time?: Rose was raised in a gang in New York. He was mostly used to interrogate (given his abilities) or assault those who the gang needed him to. His only protection was by his mother, who was killed in a shootout. He heard of Camp Halfblood after suspecting that he wasn’t human and came to Camp in order to escape his gang and the life he lead.

Have they been on any quests?: No. He’s not been there too long.

Weapon of choice?: A silver shotgun

Strongest ability or power? “ Ability to make one see their worst fear first through body contact and with practice through eye contact

Favorite activity at camp? Chariot racing

Favorite place in camp? The Arts and Crafts building

MISC:

Theme song: Hold Me Down

The most important people/things in their life: His dog honestly

Significant information about their past:  Don’t let his gangster past fool you, he’s a soft bean on the inside. He wears his mother’s ring on a chain around his neck. 

Random/fun fact: He loves Christmas. It reminds him of his mom before they were pulled into the gang

[penrosemun-blog]

Rose pressed his damp forehead to the sandbag, panting. He was seriously regretting stepping foot in the combat arena. He was a great fighter only when running on instinct. Strategy was not his forte. “I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.” He moaned. It frustrated him, the patterns and certain fighting maneuvers. “This is why I never come down here.” 

[jasperthedoctor]

“Oh man, I should not have eaten all of my candy in one go….” Jasper grumbled and leaned against the wall.

[penrosemun-blog]

“Shouldn’t someone be supervising you? Or is that not a thing around here...?” Rose asked, brows pulled together.

[lionessvictoria]

Paintbrush in hand, Victoria slid the soft tip of it over her canvas. She’d never been great at painting, but this summer she’d spent a lot of time trying to develop her skills. So far her landscape drawings had shown the most improvement, which was why she now stood not too far from the archery range, faced towards the strawberry fields, using them as her image.

[penrosemun-blog]

Rose had decided to take a short stroll around the grounds to give his legs a stretch. He couldn’t take too long of sitting in the Deimos cabin. It was a bit of a depressing place to spend time in. When he spotted a girl painting, he stopped to observe for a few minutes before speaking. “I’ve never painted landscapes before.” He tilted his head. “I’m more of an abstract person. I like this though, you’re talented.”

[ofxscavengcrs]

¸.•*¨) ¸ “I know it is not a good thing to lie, but, given the situation, would you agree if we just pretend that everything is like always, and that I did not end up falling asleep in a bed last night that was obviously not my own?”

[penrosemun-blog]

“Thank your lucky stars that I was dead on my feet or I would have violently shoved you out of my bed.” Rose ran his hands through his hair tiredly, still half asleep. He nudged the other with his foot. “I’m exercising a lot of restraint not doing so right now.”