back home in new mexico, andrés prided himself in being fairly active. he had a gym membership, played basketball with his little cousins, and even went jogging sometimes when the mood struck. all in all, if you were to ask him, he’d say he was physically fit. three months at camp half-blood, however, has really made him question what constitutes as physically fit by demigod standards. if he’s not getting knocked on his ass during combat training, he’s getting knocked off the climbing wall by boulders. either way, it’s knock knock central — party of one. he’s sitting on the ground icing his shoulder and his wounded pride when a shadow casts over him. great. the only thing he loves more than making an ass out of himself is making an ass out of himself in front of other people. “ by all means, you go ahead. ” suddenly, he’s good where he is. the climbing wall can wait.
physicality comes with his territory, to an extent. he’s been at the camp for years now ; has learned the INS AND OUTS of keeping himself alive ( and upright ). that’s why he takes pity on the newbies, offers them a metaphorical hand up out of the mud. “ thank you. ” his following movements don’t hint at any overtone of gratitude at all. because he glances at the climbing wall, at the various demigods testing their might and their strength as though the wall were everest. he turns away, as though he’s not the least bit perturbed, and sits himself down next to the man with an exhale when he hits the dirt. “ but i’m not in much of a climbing mood. ” one of the demigods reaches the top of the wall, is met with due congratulation, and he takes the oncoming cheers from other campers as the prelude to his speech. “ you know, your problem is that you overextend. ” between the shoulder and the damaged pride, he’s fairly certain he’s seen this before. “ it’s a fairly common problem. nothing to do with strength or ability. ” even if he wasn’t innately gifted. “ always shoot for a couple of inches lower than you think you should, then you can adjust. ” he reaches out to tap the other males knee in SOLIDARITY. “ as long as you’ve got your footwork all straightened out. ”
·˙‧̍̊ the introduction video shown to every single demigod that set foot within the limits of camp half-blood was … iconic — diana figured that was one way to put it — extremely unhelpful , not at all informative , and just one big meme after getting more and more outdated with each passing decade — but iconic nonetheless . in reality , she should’ve just left well enough alone but she couldn’t , could she ? no . she’d had to drag her ass down to the big house and prodded chiron and mr. d about it — as head of cabin eleven , it was only fair she reported that most kids who watched it just got more confused by the time they were dumped to fend for themselves . what she hadn’t expected was to be told by a cranky , unbothered god that if she thought she could do a better job , she’d just do it herself . that did well to explain why she’d spent her day trailing after other campers , clipboard in hand , her tone half - pleading half - energized as she followed after another unsuspecting victim — “ it’ll be fun — we just have to make camp look good , and not too unsafe , and show off a little . please ? ”
he loves responsibility. thrives on it, as a matter of fact. ( his EARTHLY FATHER had swallowed that, among many other things, down like poison. their relationship is on the outs, to say the least. ) naturally, to that end, he sees a CLIPBOARD and recognises authority. or, at the very least, someone nominating themselves as a leader. he respects the drive. ( it reminds him of an ongoing moral complex ; is he right or is he simply moral? there’s a difference that’s felt like a sword of damocles over his head since he marched out of the battle alive. ) he’s leaning against one of the rocks, arms crossed as though he’s really going to say NO. “ i can’t promise it’ll look safe, ” he comments, as an opening. he pushes himself off the rock, walks over to take a look at her clipboard. ( he’s reading upside down, and english at that ; both of which have become somewhat challenges, but he’s making do. ) “ but it’ll look FUN. ” and really, isn’t that better ?
“hey,” ophelia’s only half paying attention at the moment, enough to know there was someone nearby but not enough to guess at who it was ─ she seemed more interested in the clothes she was shoving in a bag. “i’ve gotta make a trip into manhattan to get the last of my stuff. don’t suppose you wanna tag along?” she finally shifts her focus to the other, offering a small grin. she has no real reason to ask, aside from the boredom she knows she’ll face on the two and a half hour drive she has ahead of her.
𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: in front of the apollo cabin
𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎: late afternoon / early evening
𝚏𝚘𝚛: open
@ambrosiaextra
what was the point of RECLAIMING manhattan if they couldn’t very well enjoy it? the spoils of battle were sorely needed in his opinion, and even if that wasn’t her intention, he was more than happy to convince her. ( he could’ve been a lawyer in another life. ) “ well, if you’re taking volunteers, ” he’ll casually inject himself into the situation. ( casual being the key word. ) “ WHO’S DRIVING? ”
〔 GAVIN LEATHERWOOD, 21, CISMALE, 〕╰ WAYLAND KENNEDY just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of NEMESIS who was claimed four years ago ? i’ve heard chiron say that he is INTELLIGENT & RESOURCEFUL , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they’d say they’re CUNNING & VENGEFUL . i’d say they remind me of a coin toss before a match , vintage leather jackets, old vinyl records and fingers crossed behind backs when they’re lying especially since they’re FOR THE NEW CABINS . ( ✎ samuel , 21 , he/him , gmt . )
basics .
name : wayland kennedy.
nicknames : way, w, ken, ken doll.
birth date : april 15th 1999 .
gender : cisgender male .
pronouns : he/him .
ethnicity : native american / european.
nationality : american citizenship.
hometown : born in colorado, usa.
demigod abilities : the ability to make difficult decisions quickly in battle, vengeance sensitivity and superiority and loyalty as an ally in battle.
cabin number & godly parent : cabin sixteen, nemesis.
how did their godly parent meet their mortal parent? : it was 1998 and wayland’s father, a serial adulterer, decided to go out to cheat on his then girlfriend. he met a mature looking woman and took it as a challenge to take her to bed. he was allergic to responsibility but loved the thrill of the chase and when a child was dropped on his doorstep nine months later with nothing but an address ( to camp half blood ), she must’ve thought it was a fitting punishment. not only did he have to admit he cheated on his still then girlfriend, but now he had a kid to prove it.
muse appearance .
faceclaim : gavin leatherwood .
height : 5′9 !
hair colour : dark brown .
eye colour : brown .
dominant hand : right - handed.
distinguishing features : curly hair that is always somewhat out of place . a horizontal scar along the length of his chin from when he split it open in a practice fight at fifteen, another scar in between his index and middle finger from a piranha bite, a third scar under the right side of his jaw from the battle of manhatten.
dress style : he likes to cuff his jeans at the ankle but he will die before he wears skinny jeans. even cuffs his shorts. he puts pins on literally everything he wears, even though that isn’t practical. there are pins on his t-shirts, on his dress shirts, on his jackets, on his jeans. he will never be seen without one. fight him. also loves suspenders hanging down at his waist washed out crew necks because that’s basically all he wears. ( here’s a visual. ) different colours of the same shirt, sometimes with a graphic, sometimes without a graphic. owns approximately two ( 2 ) flannels because they had graphics on the back, refuses to wear any other kind. lives exclusively in converse.
camp - related .
go - to weapon : a double bladed axe.
ambrosia : distinctly like a key lime pie.
favourite camp location : north woods. he loves the mystery that shrouds them and he loves the adventure too.
their opinion of their godly parent : wayland is actually very close with nemesis. he can put it down to being claimed before the deal was struck, and the fact he felt that was somewhat of a personal victory.
age they were claimed : he was seventeen , it was four years ago.
how they were claimed : he was one of the lucky ones that got to be claimed prior to percy’s deal. he has a more generous relationship with his mother, and he can only assume it’s due to making the best of a bad situation when it comes to his upbringing. he isn’t at all phobic or allergic to responsibility but rather formed himself into the
stance on the new cabins : for the new cabins / against the new cabins / neutral .
reason for their stance : here is where you’ll explain why your character feels the way they do about the new cabins .
their opinion on lyssa pentelute : as a child of nemesis himself, he thinks she’s spiting herself at the end of the day. he knows that she suffered under the hands of a mother who wouldn’t claim her, but would claim him, and while he resents that decision, he thinks there are bigger fish to fry. their world was almost destroyed by disputes burning just like this and frankly, he’s in no hurry to charge into another battle of manhattan.
quests : yes, he hasn’t made a habit of it, but he does enjoy stretching his legs and his talents in battle.
personality .
positive traits : intelligent, resourceful, loyal, direct .
negative traits : cunning, vengeful, unforgiving, taunting .
mbti : entj-a . the commander .
alignment : lawful good .
hogwarts house : gryffindor .
kinsey scale : kinsey 2. predominantly heterosexual, but more than incidentally homosexual .
archetype : “ the innocent child ” self & “ the innocent child ” persona .
what candle scent are they : mahogany teakwood .
goals & desires : being known for victory, keeping the peace after the battle of manhattan, maintaining a respectful & generous relationship with his godly mother, the refining of his skills day by day . also, key lime pie . always pie .
fears : realising he’s been living a lie, losing the respect of the gods, being ex-communicated by camp half - blood, questioning whether he only does things from a place of strategy not legitimacy .
hobbies : he plays the guitar, not well, but in his spare time he likes to mess around with the few chords he’s learnt. also a very amateur dancer to the music he’s always listening to. ( he really should be more alert most of the time, he needs to work on that. ) he’d love to get into piercing. like actual piercing. he’s for hire if you’re willing to risk the infections.
habits : he fidgets with the material of his suspenders when nervous, characteristically pulls them up and over himself a few times in the morning while getting dressed, before letting them hang at his waist as always. will never be seen without a protein bar but never seems to actually buy them. ( he won’t tell anyone how they materialise, even if it’s entirely mundane at the end of the day. ) once shaved a slit in his eyebrow and hated it so much he now subconsciously rubs over the area that was shaved when stressed. ( or feeling exposed. )
