#hoth:intro

Indigo naturally excelled in performing arts. Dance, music, and things of the like came just as easy as breathing to him. As such it was no surprise that after being recognized for his talents in middle school he was showered with scholarships and consequently he and his adoptive parents moved from his home in Detroit to a school in New York where he trained to perfect his talent in the arts. 

Indigo’s ability to inspire energy and passion in others works the same way as stimulant drugs. While it gives the receiver more energy and focus it can also result in addictions and withdrawals. 

The record that Indigo is able to conjure is Whitney Houston’s 1987 self-titled album.

On his first day of sixth grade Indigo ran home to his father and stepmother eager to tell them how he’d joined the dance club and choir at his quaint school in south east England. They both told him to quit the next day. They insisted he join a sport instead. So naturally, Indigo stayed in dance and choir and told his parents he was at basketball practice. All the while he trained in ballet and rehearsed the loveliest of vocal repertoire. His instructors were stunned at how he seemed to have trained all his life despite having just started. Indigo came clean to his parents on the night of his first dance recital. He urged them to watch him in the audience, as did several talent scouts and recruiters from arts schools. At the conclusion of the production every one of them in attendance was offering scholarships for the promise of his talent at their school. When Indigo’s parents realized he could make money on stage they became quite a bit more supportive. They registered Indigo for the school with the highest bidder and moved to New York the next semester. 

Indigo had been a summertime camper for the past two years but recently had to start attending year round.

Hi! I’m Josh, scorpio, californian, long time pjo stan and regular late night lurker. I present to you Indigo, a slow to warm up, but easy to love singing dancing child of a muse.

.Micah writes sonnets to try to impress women, but they usually end up depressing them instead. He thinks of himself as a Romeo when he is more like a Hamlet.

 Micah was adopted so he had no idea who either of his real parents were until he ran away. It was when a voice spoke in his head and guided him to Camp Half Blood did he find out who his mother truly was.

Micah enjoys all instruments, but the piano is his favorite. He is a wonderful song writer, but tends to only share his most heartfelt pieces with people he is close with.

Micah fell in love with a girl when he was 14 years old. She was everything to him. They dated until he was 17 years old. It only ended because he found out she was sleeping with one of his friends. 

Since then, Micah has had a tragic view on love, much like his mother. 

Micah found his biological father through his adoptive parents. It turns out he had a family already and didn’t want Micah in the picture to screw things up for him. Micah tried to contact the man but ended up being told to never call again. 

Micah loves his adoptive parents but when his powers started to emerge, he knew he couldn’t stay around them. He was lucky enough to leave them before a monster could attack their household. 

Micah loves to flirt with women, despite his past. He enjoys having all the control so he doesn’t get hurt again. He knows true love isn’t real and believes that anyone that says so is going to end up like some Greek tragedy. 

Micah developed a drinking problem after his breakup. HE wants to believe that he doesn’t have an issue, but anytime he starts to feel something he would rather get drunk that feel it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

best friend: partner in crime, a drinking buddy, someone that he goes to when he is wasted and just word vomits all of his feelings to., someone that he can get into trouble with.

Enemies: someone he sees as a threat. someone that he just doesn’t quite get along with. 

friends: his peeps, his buddies, the ones he lets think he is a carefree flirt rather than a man that’s severely hurting on the inside. 

love interest: someone to show him love isnt bad. someone he hates having feelings for. someone that he gets drunk over then confesses his feelings in a long, drawn out sonnet.

hey !!  i’m lucky and this is grey--- they’re a v old oc of mine who’s getting a revamp for this group so im excited to write them !  i’ve got a stats page for them here and an about here ( which is basically just the info from their app tbh ) but i can also throw a couple basics down here :

even though they’re unclaimed and therefore living in the hermes cabin, grey assumes themselves to be a child of ares, so mostly aligns themselves with the other ares campers.

they guess this because their anger is their defining characteristic, not helped by the fact that they indulge all their whims, leaning into their tendencies as they believe it to be the result of their godly parent.

most of their time at camp is going to be spent training and fighting. they think that if they can make something of themselves they’ll be claimed, but they’re never quite good enough. for all their rage they’re never the strongest or fastest or best, and they’ll get their ass kicked often and just bounce back for more.

while they don’t talk much, they also aren’t exactly subtle about their tendencies, and you can pretty much know what you need to know about them by looking at them--- angry, out of place, bruised up, wannabe edgy, and honestly kind of unimpressive.

     the truth hits like a snow storm.

     it’s february in winnipeg and the temperature is dropping to that point where it’s almost too cold to snow. the winters are harsh here, harsh enough to turn lakes into hard glass ( but harsh winters bear the toughest people ). jason hearthstone laughs at his son –newly turned twelve– who begs him to let him play shinny on the frozen pond in the woods behind their house. he lets him go after bundling lawrence in clothing with a stern reminder to be back for dinner to which the child enthusiastically nods.

     there are some days that jason hearthstone sees so much of himself in his son.

     ( there are other days that he’s reminded of her, though –from cold eyes to cold hands. perhaps he had always known that was going to be more than a one night stand ).

     on a frozen pond, lawrence hearthstone practices his skating and shoots pucks into a net. these are the drills he’s known forever now –from watching is father, from the little leagues, to elementary school. but pond ice is not perfect. it’s shaped by the elements, rough and imperfect. lawrence’s skate blade catches in a flaw and he twists his ankle as he goes down.

     lawrence falls to the ice, to cradle his leg, gritting his teeth against the pain. a few tears escape as he tries to stand again only to fall back down. the snow seems to fall more thickly, and when lawrence looks up, she is there.

    “ my dear— ” her hand is cold on his skin. 

    the khione lawrence sees is young, barely looking past twenty one, probably the same she looked to his father all those years ago. “ —any child of mine knows to be wary of tears for they can freeze. ”    with his face in her hands teardrops freeze in their tracks.     “ do you know who i am? ”

    lawrence blinks back, silent.

     “ i suppose your father never would tell you about me— he never had a reason to. ”

    and that’s “ —-mom? ”

    her laugh is like icicles rattling together, bell-like but a touch too sharp. “ most know me as khione —but you’re not wrong. i trust you will do me well. ”

    she says very little after that, disappearing in a burst of snow that drifts slowly down with the rest of the flakes. jason hearthstone would find his son hours later, half buried —and he would know that the truth was out.

    three weeks later, lawrence freezes his waterbottle solid in the middle of practice. he thinks he can almost hear her laughing in his ear.

    it all starts to snowball after that. it’s perhaps a mixed blessing that he spends so much time at the rink --- ice disguising ice and snow well.

    and his cyrokinesis isn’t the only thing that gets better. 

    it’s like a switch gets flipped in him, an extra sense he can feel all ends of the ice when he’s on it, feels slightly off when he’s not. he gets better and better and better and his father is delighted --- his laugh never seems to quite meet his eyes, though, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to finally drop.

    for a while it’s easy. easy to play hockey, easy to catch the eyes of scouts already, easy to wipe away a sheen of frost, easy to disguise a few snowflakes.

    lawrence turns sixteen and things stop being so easy.

    he’s locked into a playoff game when the puck drops --- along with the other shoe.

    it’s all a blur, monsters, a whirlwind of action. breaking his stick across the nose of something. a satyr --one of the team’s trainers-- finds him, and takes him where things will never be the same.

    it’s snowing when lawrence crosses the boarder by thalia’s tree for the first time. one minute his boots are in a foot of snow and the next they’re on grass and the sun is shining above. almost immediately, he starts sweating in his jacket.

    ryan –his satyr– guides him to the big house while lawrence remains in a stupor —still rattled from the attack and exhausted from the plane ride from winnipeg to new york. he never needs to be claimed with a glowing symbol. they ask him that first night and he says “khione” as snowflakes drift above his head.

    he stays the summer and learns how to protect himself –learns the details of greek myth and all the things his father had half hinted at but never really told. but he wants to go back home –he has a future built on ice, but not the kind his mother gave him. the future he wants is the same as his father’s ( sweat and ice and skates and goals and team ), but his mother’s blood in him has other ideas.

    lawrence goes home and learns the hard way that once things go bad there’s no returning to the past.

    the gorgon severely injures his best friend josh as it and its cohort attack the team in an attempt to get to him. lawrence still doesn’t know what nightmares they saw in those moments manipulated by the mist. his best friend out for an entire season, his team in shambles —only then did lawrence see.

    ( maybe he’d always known --- dating back to a frozen lake in winnipeg, his mother warning him of the dangers of crying as tears froze on his face ).

    it’s snowing when lawrence crosses the boarder for the second time, alone and unsure.

HEADCANONS:

the one time lawrence has left camp boundaries was at the beck of hestia who no doubt found his last name to her amusement. her cat had escaped and found itself literally on thin ice and lawrence was recruited to retrieve it. honestly, he’s not even sure if this counts as a quest.

ironically, lawrence’s most prominent scar has nothing to do with his demigod genes. under his left eye there’s the remains of a nearly two-inch scar slightly paler than the rest of his skin from a wayward puck while he was playing shinny. he has other very small and various scars from accidents, pre-chb and post.

when it happened, he had planned to have his draft day tattooed on him, but that passed six months ago. he doesn’t think there’s any chance of that ever happening now.

lawrence is always extremely cold to the touch. his hands are freezing and his skin never warms even if he’s sweating. he functions much better in cold temperatures and thinks CHB is too hot literally all the time. if it’s above freezing, it’s too hot.

the water nymphs HATE him because he always wants to freeze the lake to skate.

lawrence is VERY competitive. boy may not be the happiest here, but bet he goes HARD in capture the flag.

lawrence is very aware of what khione had done and her role in the fall of olympus –obvious he does not condone it, but he’s not ashamed of the power he has either. you cannot help who your parentage is –but you can decide what to do with the power you’re given

personality-wise, lawrence is very loyal and down to earth --- but he is very good at hiding his emotions and intentions, and that he did not get from his father. 

CONNECTIONS

i’m too terrible at this to really list random ones. but come to me or give this a like or something and i’ll read ur chara’s intro and i’m sure we can rustle some fun things up !!

Her mother was deployed over seas when she first came across Ares.  Her mother carrying on a long tradition of  warriors.  When Lily first read about her mother, it was after claiming, when her father gave her a journal that she kept.  

Her mother was a light in the battle field, according to fellow soldiers she tracked down.  She always had a smile on her face in the darkest times, and could make even the darkest scenario bright.  It was what brought Ares to her bed.

She was stationed state side for the duration of her pregnancy but when Lily was born.  She gave her up in a sealed adoption believing military bases weren’t the places for kids to grow up. 

This lead to Lily being adopted by a family of four, raised by two loving parents who wanted to give nothing but the world to their kids.

Lily grew up primed and primed for all types of pageants.  She preferred dresses and heels and would never get her hands dirty.

While her three older brothers played rough, she simply sat b y her idea of pranks was painting their nails in their sleep and hiding the nail polish remover.

Lily’s temper, however, was a big red flag in her life.  When agitated she turned their house into a war zone.  This caused her adoptive parents to search for anything on her actual birth parents.  

When Lily was plastered across the internet, she began attracting monsters to her family’s door and Camp Half-blood came knocking, but a bit too late.  Her and her older brother were playing outside, when a cyclopes stormed them and threw her brother into a tree severely hurting him, and paralyzing him from the waist down.  A Satyr and older Ares counselor showed up in time to save her.  

They informed their parents that there was a place that Lily needed to be to be kept safe and so she was shipped off.

She entered the grounds of Camp Half Blood and immediately became enamored with it all.  She thought Eros and Aphrodite’s cabins were little slices of heaven, and that Ares cabin was perfect for her brothers if they too had been demigods.  

She was claimed two weeks after her entrance to Camp, and much to everyone’s shock when Ares symbol was floating over her head.  

She assumed it was a mistake and became so frustrated that she refused to move Cabins, which brought Ares himself down to speak to her in a dream.  

He gave her the only real connection she has to her mother, and told her about the day they met and how she must move Cabins because her siblings are waiting for her.  

That next morning she packed up and moved into Ares Cabin. 

Lily set off several trip minds on accident, and often complained about the interior and exterior decorating that went along with the cabin.  

Her bed stands out in stark contrast with a make shift vanity covered in make up, and her sheets are always washed and pressed.  She leaves the cabin dressed in pastels and flowers braided into her hair.  

When her half siblings tried to initiate her into the Cabin, they returned to half their weapons destroyed and their beds tossed about.  There wasn’t a second attempt, and no one could confirm if it was actually her.

Lily spends her free time sketching and designs dresses and clothes and sewing them together.   She sometimes designs battle garments, which she has found new and creative ways to make kevlar fashionable.  She considers it a person challenge.  

She’s deadly with a blade, if the rest of her cabin could ever get her to join them at the arena outside of sitting in the stands.

As always, bio is on my muse page, just a heads up though for a heavy death TW in it. A few facts:

Noel hates pretty much everyone including herself.

She claims to not have powers hasn’t used them on purpose in 3 years.

She is really into singing and has this hauntingly beautiful voice that leaves people with chills.

She hates being compared to Elsa (but I love it so pls do it just beware she will be furious).

She refuses to talk about her dad or almost anything of her life before camp.

Once again, Celina’s bio is in my muse page!

Celina is asexual is proudly sports a black band with a black diamond on it on her right hand middle finger as a symbol of this.

She loves pegasi, she just is fascinated by their beauty and general mystical selves. Almost as much as she loves looking at the stars anyways. Growing up in a city, she didn’t get to see much of the stars until camp.

She is more into beautiful objects than her own beauty, and secretly loves designing buildings. She taught herself all about architecture and secretly wants to do that as a career.