just what the world needs, more warriors. he’d make the argument that they haven’t seen a war that requires axes, or swords, in centuries, but apparently that’s not true anymore. ( turns out, most of what he thought to be true has been a misguided, inaccurate, perception. ) instead he grimaces under the blinding sun, hand raised to shield his eyes as he shrugs. “ sure. whatever you say. ”
he understands the concept of the camp; take powerful kids, train them to embrace what makes them special, so that one day they can use it for good. they almost had him up until they dropped the H word. HEROES, like they’re some — modern times versions of hercules. he’s no hero. hell, he’s not even a decent person. he sure as hell didn’t ask for this responsibility, or all of the expectations that come with being the child of a god. yet here he is anyway, trying to figure out what this all means, because it’s important to his mother. ( that doesn’t mean, however, that he’s happy about it. ) “ — can’t be any worse than i am. ” he’s already got a cut on his arm and sadly, it’s self-inflicted. he, too, hasn’t managed the aiming thing yet.
Lucy looked over at the man and shook her head.
“No no, none of that. You really aren’t that bad. I promise, I have seen so much worse. You just need a bandage, I’ve seen some who needed full on infirmary care, because they had no idea how to properly fire a bow and arrow. It was actually kind of scary, not gonna lie. “
She offered an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.
“Trust me, your doing fine. Plus not everyone is even meant to be front line fighters. We need people to make weapons, we need ranged fighters, we need medics, we need more than just someone who can do a full frontal assault. Like your Hephaestus’s kid right? I mean man I’d kill to be able to do the things you guys can do! All I can do is hit things hard... well and apparently raise dead soilders, but like I don’t know if that was just a one time thing or not..”
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・ 。 ◟ enchanted newspaper in hand , she struggles to read the headline of the new york times while she listens to lucy instruct a younger demigod . over the edge she can see them , a kid with armor two sizes too big waving around a sword of celestial bronze – to fight for the gods , to become a 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 . a pipe dream that most children shouldn’t have – when is it ever okay for a child to dream of dying for the divine twelve ?
her features remain unimpressed as she folds up the newspaper , picking up a small dagger next to her place on the bench ( not hers , it’s too small for her taste – lacks in proper lethality ) while lifting up her left wrist to look at the almost broken watch . she’s been here as long as she’s required to be , nobody said she had to actually fight . ❝ let’s hope that potential isn’t wasted on the gods . ❞ she muses , ignoring the quiet rumble of thunder that comes after her words .
Lucy looked back at Dana and shook her head slightly. She didn’t understand it. Like don’t get her wrong, did their parents suck, hell yes. Gods don’t let her father ever know what she thought about him, but he was kind of a dick, seriously. She got that people were upset, but they didn’t just fight for the gods, at least not in her mind. They fought for the safety of the world. And yeah was it a heavy cross to bear, hell yeah, but they did so the rest of the world wouldn’t have too.
It frustrated her when people just thought that they blindly followed. Lucy didn’t blindly follow anyone. She had learned early enough that if anyone just demanded absolutely trust and submission from you, without given you reason to, then they should not be trusted. But she didn’t fight to please the gods, she fought so the mortals didn’t have too.
“ No, the potentional will be used to protect the world..”
“i’m going to be honest with you right off the bat… i don’t think i’m that great judge of character to tell who will actually be a great warrior or not.” fernanda confesses, gaze remaining on the kid lucy was practicing with and watching him practice on the dummy just like the other demigod instructed.
with her hands placed on her hips, fernanda turns toward lucy with a friendly smile taking over her face. “i’ll believe and agree with you though. you’ve got a lot of patience even though half these kids want to go straight into battle. and i don’t blame them.”
“Yeah, when you get these preteen and early teenagers, all they want to do is go to battle, which like don’t get me wrong, I totally condone, I’m always up for a friendly battle, but like, they gotta take a chill and learn to fight first, you know? If they don’t they are going to get hurt, and I don’t need the Apollo kids yelling at me for sending them injured children. But thanks, I really try to keep my patience, even when they are being little snots. That kid really tries though, he’s a good one.”
She smiled at the other girl, and looked at the kids practicing, they were a good group.
“Have you practiced today?” She asked, still watching the other kids.
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 ? ”
Lucy laughed at her brothers comment and shook her head.
“Gods no, not yet. I have no desire to try and break up sibling fights yet, no sir. Give me like another year or two, then you can start worrying about your job. “
She had a lot of respect for the head counsilers, because dang, keeping the cabins somewhat in line was not a job that Lucy wanted.
She took a drink of her water before continuing.
“And I guess your a pretty good head counselor, so you can keep your position, I’ll stick to the little kids.”
“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.”
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〔 ODEYA RUSH, NINETEEN, CIS FEMALE, NECROMANCY〕╰ LUCY COHEN just came over half - blood hill . you know , the child of ARES who was claimed FOUR YEARS ago ? i've heard chiron say that she is WELL INTENTIONED & LOYAL , but if you ask the aphrodite kids , they'd say they're IMPULSIVE & EXPLOSIVE . i'd say they remind me of flannels tied around her waist, band t shirt, scuffed up boots, yelling at the night sky, angry tears, piercing red eyes, especially since they're FOR THE NEW CABINS .
Stats
Name: Lucy Cohen
Nicknames: Lucifer, Devil, devil spawn, devil eyes, evil.. she does like Lu though.
Age: 19
Birthday: March 13, 2001
Gender + Pronouns: cis female, she/her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Godly parent: Ares
Abilities: Telumkinesis, enhanced physical prowess, the blessing of ares, necromancy.
Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish
Birthplace: Portsmouth Virginia
Nationality: American
Faceclaim: Odeya Rush
Height: 5 foot 2
Hair color: brown
Eye color: red
Dominant hand: she is right handed
Distinguishing features: her red eyes, and a large scar along her shoulder, from the battle of Manhattan
Personality + Aesthetic
Positive traits: Loyal, well intentioned, caring, passionate, sociable
Fatal flaw: her un trusting nature, she doesn’t let others do things to help her, or follow others because in her experience, they will just lie to you and let you down.
Fashion: She dresses in a 90’s grunge fashion. She has one pair of combat boots that she found at a thrift store. So she almost always wears those, with some torn up jeans, flannels, and a crap ton of band t shirts.
Goals + Desires: she wants to be good. Like she wants to be good at being good. She really tries so hard, but she feels like the world is stacked up against her for her to be a bad person. She just wants to be good and for everyone else to see that she is good.
Biggest Fear: Herself. She is so afraid that she is just lying to herself, that maybe she really is bad. That maybe they were right. She is afraid that she isn’t a good person, and she just doesn’t know how to handle that.
Most Irrational Fear: Alektorophobia: a fear of chickens. One of the houses that she was at for about a year when she was eight was on a farm, that had chickens. She had to feed the chickens everyday, and the way they would run at her always freaked her out, she usually ended up dropping the food and running away crying. To this day she swears up and down that chickens are evil.
Hobbies: She enjoys practicing with her labrys. She can knit, not that she is telling anyone that. She is a total comic book nerd, and has a stack of those under her bed that she reads when bored. She likes to party as well, and man don’t start a prank war with her. She loves to pull pranks on people.
Habits: She usually always has some sort of squishy ball or rubber band that she plays with to keep her hands busy, she constantly drums her fingers on her thigh, on her books, really on anything. She also is always humming or singing when she has to think.
Favorites
Food: Pizza man, like the good greasy kind.
Drink: Diet Coke, she is addicted to that stuff.
Movie: She would probably try and say some cool horror movie, but really, it’s Monty python.
Book: The whole Harry Potter series, especially book 2 when people all start thinking he is the heir of slytherin and evil. She relates.
Song: American Music by the violet femmes
Flower: Tiger Lilies
Animal: Dragons or penguins.
Season: Summer
Day: Saturday’s, the best parties are always then.
Month: May/June, that time right on the border of spring and summer.
Time of day: she enjoys either the night on the weekends, or that time right before dawn, when everything is calm and peaceful.
Camp stuff
When did they arrive:About 2 months before she turned 15 .
When were they claimed: A week after arriving.
How were they claimed: She was learning to soar and found an ease with each of the practice weapons. As she came out to spar, she was bathed in a red glow, being claimed by ares.
Opinion on the new cabins: She is for them.
Why? : Well she doesn’t believe it to be her place to tell someone they don’t belong. She spent so long searching for home that she believes everyone deserves a home.
Opinion on Lyssa: She can go choke on a bag of dicks for all she cares.
Go to weapon: Her Labrys, which turns into a bronze chain bracelet.
Ambrosia: Diet Coke, she really does have an addiction.
Lucy is a nineteen year old daughter of Ares. She was born to Talia Cohen. Her mother died during childbirth, leaving her to her grandfather. When he first saw her, he screamed, yelling about the devil, and fled, claoming he would not take her. She was born with red eyes, like the devil, as her grandfather said. Her mother had no other family, so she was placed into the system. She had been given the name Lucy by one of the nurses from when she was born. As noone had given her a name, it was decided that Lucy, inspired by Lucifer due to her grandfather's reaction. and due to her eyes, would be perfect.
She bounced back and forth between homes, never staying too long due she was labeled a problem child. No one wanted to help the kid who freaked everyone out, that no one wanted. They let her struggle in school, and when she didn’t behave like they wanted, she was sent away again.
This continued on for years, no one ever really believing in her. Except for one person. In her fifth grade year, she had a teacher who didn’t believe what everyone else said, but instead tried to really see her. She was the first person ever to tell her that she was good, that she was kind, and that she was loved. Lucy still holds on to these memories, she uses them as reminders when she spirals, and when she needs to be reminded that she is good. She tries to live up to her former teachers belief in her, and uses her as the memory to drive her towards remaining a nice person.
When she was 14, she was in a home in Virginia Beach. When she was walking home from school with one of the older children from the home when they were attacked by a monster. The other child revealed themselves to be sent from Camp Halfblood, and that they were here to bring her to camp.
She has been at camp Halfblood since, and is a year rounder. She has never tried to return to the 'real world'. Instead she stays at camp, and apparently occasionally, even fights in legitimate wars. During this war, she comes to the realization that she can raise fallen enemies to fight with her. That was a crazy ability that she didn't realize she was capable of before the war, and 3 months later, is still trying to process.
Wanted Connections
Family in everything but name: these are Lucy’s closest friends here at camp. They are the ride or die friends, and they always have each other’s backs.
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Adventurers live on forever: these are the ones that Lucy has gone on quests with, or even does just general adventures around camp with.
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Cheaters never win: This is someone that Lucy opened her heart to, and really felt she loved, until she found them with someone else. It has been about a year now, but she is still out for blood, holding out for her revenge.
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Forgive your enemies but never forget their names: Everyone has got to have some sort of enemy, right? Now Lucy has plenty of people in the past that make fun of her, but her and this person are legitimately at each other’s throats.
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If your life is going to be short, do dumb things: these are the crackhead friends. Like Lucy and then get into trouble when they are together. They are the prank era, the partiers, they just want to live loud and wild while they can.
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In the dark of night, clarity is found: When lucy can not sleep, she tries to sneak out and walk at night around the camp. This is a person who she started to see as well, and often they walk in silence, but sometimes this person gets to see the real Lucy, hidden by her loud exterior.
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Kindling a new flame; Lucy doesn’t know how it happened, but she somehow has found herself crushing over someone again. Lucy gets all embarrassed around this person, and she just wants to hold their hand. This can be one sided or reciprocated.
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Once I idolized you, now I despise you: Imagine like Percy and Nico, Annabeth and Luke kinda thing. This is someone that Lucy used to look up to when she came to camp. She followed this person around, and was attached to them. They could do no wrong in her eyes.. until they did. Now she can barely even look at them. She is hurt and broken up inside.
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Sour little lemon: This is some person who just won't leave her alone. Like she has no interest in this person, but they won’t leave her alone. Kinda like a Gaston Belle situation.
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Whoever said words don’t hurt lied: Lucy tries really hard to get most people to like her, and while people are nicer here at camp, you still always have those people who see the eyes and her name and go to the devil and make fun of her. She says it doesn’t hurt, that she is used to it, but that is a bold faced lie.
