Son of Nemesis

"I am Ethan Nakamura, son of Nemesis. My mother's love is hard. I made a deal with her: I could change the world, and in return, she took my eye. I didn't realize how steep the real price was..." Indie RP blog for Ethan Nakamura, from Percy Jackson & the Olympians.

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[roleplaymmemes]

The 6th icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to successfully taking over the world

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[lillythespringspirit-deactivate]

Talk dirty to my muse to try to get them hot and bothered.

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"Now, a chess game between Athena and Caïssa... I suspect it may take years to finish."

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Luck

It can be said that Ethan's fortunes and misfortunes are very, very well balanced. He may find a $20 bill one day only to be swindled out of exactly $20 the next. He may barely avoid a broken leg only to break a rib instead. Overall, he has learned to never rely on chance: skill is the only thing he knows to be reliably in his favor.

Being a son of Nemesis always has its drawbacks.

[nosestealer]

Lou’d cringed at the end result, but had shoved those feelings to the side as soon as Ethan yelled a command. Two of their fellow demigods had shot away past Ethan, catching a flash of the archer in question, yelling that 'we got it, don't worry!'.

It was probably Kayla Belmont. Either Kayla or Austin. An Apollo kid, to be sure. Or a huntress, but Lou’s money was on the Apollonians. A lot of time to think wasn’t something she had, for Lou herself was also busy, deflecting the flying projectiles that had come soaring towards them.

With her own shield; still, Lou was not worried about that. Her dagger would return to her pockets sooner or later.

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Of course there was resistance on the other side. The first clue to the trap was the heavily overgrown and overly green grass on the other side, spilling over onto the road. As a demigod ran towards the opposite side, thorny vines shot up and caught the boy, causing him to yell in pain and hack at the troublesome vines. Ethan noticed three children of Ares and a daughter of Athena charging to engage, but there was yet no sign of Percy.

He saw a flock of Stymphalian Birds flying towards the tree the archer was perched in, which would at least distract them. Ethan himself challenged one of the sons of Apollo. He didn't recognize the face, which made things a little easier.

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Percy twitched, the concerned look soon turned into an irritated one. Fine, it wasn’t rational, not to mention probably not the best idea. Yet, the sea child was stubborn about his choices, and actions. Right now, he wanted to at least help the bleeding stop.

"Barely a scratch my ass—" he quickly answered, and moved closer.

"Just let me help to stop the bleeding, okay? Then you can go back to be a pain."

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Oh, he's the pain, is he? Ethan considered arguing, but it was obvious it wouldn't do any good. With no small amount of grumbling, Ethan sat down and uncovered his chest. He pulled his blood-soaked shirt off to reveal three massive gashes across his abdomen. He pressed the shirt back against the wounds to keep pressure on them.

"If you plan on using those powers of yours, I hope you can manipulate water half a mile away," he said sarcastically.

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"And do you honestly think he would’ve kept that promise?” she snapped back. “Lord Kronos hates the gods, and everything they stand for. Don’t you think he would’ve got rid of you eventually? He would’ve used you for his bidding, and then destroyed you. He wouldn’t want any trace of the gods left in the cosmos.” Annabeth did understand the feeling of not being cared for, but who was he to say that no one else gave a crap about him?

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"This isn't even worth arguing anymore," he growled. "You don't understand what it was like; the desperation we felt. Do you think we leaped into Kronos' arms? That we were eager to turn our swords on our friends? It wasn't an easy choice, and you insult our loyalties by thinking it was. 愚かな 雌犬."

He wasn't afraid of what she might do in the off-chance that she understood his message. He wasn't afraid of her at all anymore. He turned his back to her and walked.

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Percy hadn’t realized who he saved till after he had done so. And really, the punk would have repeated the action again. He wasn’t exactly one to leave a person who needed help. Even if he with his attitude, and slightly foul mouth. The sea child would like to believe he wasn’t that much of a jerk. Frowning at Ethan, he took a step forward; “Shut up, I don’t have to be a friend to stop you from bleeding—-” he insisted. He had gotten there just in time, the other had been injured, otherwise Percy was sure he could have taken the monster. Ignore Ethan’s previous words, he made his way over towards him, “Let me see how bad it is—”

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Oh, this was annoying. Ethan kept his hand over his chest tightly, trying to pressure the wound into closing on its own rather than accepting the offer for help. He didn't know what to think of the so-called hero, but he certainly didn't trust him.

"Bit redundant to help a dead man, isn't it?" he asked dryly. "I'll be fine, it's barely a scratch."

It was so much more than a scratch, but it seemed survivable. Most likely.

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"Aye," was the only thing she said to his retreating back, lips almost but not quite curling up into a grin. She may have found the side she truly belonged at, but this didn’t mean she’d stop being, as many people say, annoying.

One of Lou’s fellow demigods brought the Greek fire as Ethan had asked and Lou Ellen had done the spell which would determine Jackson’s weak spot. As she’d said before, someone would have to strike fast. They had only one chance.

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Ethan took one of the glass jars of Greek fire and motioned for two dracenae to flank him, each carrying two of their own jars. Taking a shield off another demigod, he began to approach the bridge cautiously. He could throw from about 80 feet, but of course they'd be shot before then.

Luckily, neither he nor Kronos particularly valued the lives of the monsters. After all, they'd be reborn in a couple years. As soon as the first arrow flew from an unseen perch, he raised his shield and hurled his own Greek fire to distract the archers, while ordering the dracenae forward to destroy the barricade at any cost.

The reptiles surged forward as Ethan blocked another swift arrow, and before a third arrow could be fired both monsters had reached the barricade and detonated the bombs around themselves. Blood was all that remained of the duo, but now a large hole lay open in the barrier.

"Find the archer!" Ethan yelled. He knew now that the arrows came from somewhere to his right.

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Annabeth would be lying if she said that she didn’t understand Luke’s reasons for turning against the gods. She’d been at camp the entire time whilst the kids had been mistreated — the almost filled Hermes cabin every summer, the rarely claimed demigods, she saw it all. What she wouldn’t accept, however, was Luke turning against the gods for that reason alone. And to Kronos nonetheless.

"Kronos was a human-eating monster, and would have eventually destroyed all half-bloods,” she said coldly, her eyes like steel. “He has my respect for destroying Kronos, but that is all. Being led by the titans would have led to the permanent destruction of the human race.”

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"Do you honestly think that's what we were told?" he yelled. "Lord Kronos promised us peace, balance, and restoration in a new world order! He pushed aside questions about his past, because it was a one-sided story written by the Olympians! Hell, even now, I wouldn't give up any of my actions for Luke, because at least he gave a crap about me and my mom!"

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call off your demigods.

jason isn’t used to being ordered around—at least, not by a stranger. while he wants to be compliant, he can’t make himself trust this choice without the others opinions, too. especially not if he doesn’t know who this boy is.

              `now, hold on a second, here—`

his posture stiffens, arms folding over his chest, chin tilting up a little—an appraising stance, judgemental maybe. he’s sizing up the boy.

               `i don’t know who you are. how can i trust you to ‘handle’ it? alone?`

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"I'm Ethan, the son of Nemesis. If you've heard of me at all, you know why I can handle this. If you haven't, that's even better, but you're just going to have to believe me. Unless you'd prefer to continue risking your friends' lives over one of a stranger?"

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            he takes a minute to rub his jaw afterwards,             moving it around to make sure nothing was             seriously injured. “Damn, Ethan, forgot how             good of a punch you had.” he’s kinda proud,             actually. “Yeah, I was, for a while. Surprise!”

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Oh, what the hell? He was pretty clearly not dead, so that made no sense. He suddenly remembered the very real possibility that this wasn't Luke at all, and looked more closely at the male's eyes.

"This is... quite a... surprise," he admitted slowly.

He was feeling faint now. He was not prepared emotionally for a reunion with the dead. He swallowed hard and stumbled a bit.

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                “— Someone seems bitter tonight.”

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That voice.

He whipped around and saw Luke. He couldn't adequately figure out how to react, so his body went on autopilot: he slugged Luke across the jaw. He then realized what he'd just done and pulled his fist back.

"Oh, gods, I'm sorry!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know that you- They said you died!"

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"I am never going to understand people's obsession with sexuality."

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Sailing

Ethan actually has some experience sailing small crafts from the occasions when he would be assigned to the wheel of Luke's yacht. Needless to say, a few passengers were nervous about their boat being driven by the half-blind boy, but he was actually quite proficient with it.