Tyne Harlowe

𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙼 𝙽𝙾 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, ⋆˚࿔

Name: Dennis Martina

Nickname/s: Deni, D, Denise, Den, Dion, Jesus. [From Mr.D.]

Age: Appears 18-22 [Actually 500-ish years old.]

Gender + Pronouns: Genderqueer | They/He/She

Sexuality: Unlabeled, but will date any gender.

Parentage: Dionysus & Poseidon.

Domain: God of the waters edge, partying, reckless decisions, madness, frenzy, adrenaline, forests, water vegetation.

Appearance: Usually appears as an androgynous person with long curly black hair, tanned brown skin, beauty mark on cheek, tall, green eyes, slightly toned.

Some Personality traits: Laid-back, encouraging, listening, deep, protective, empathetic, caring, stubborn, grudge-holding.

Some of their powers/abilites: coming soon…

Backstory/extra info: coming soon…ask about their mortal mother or fathers for more information…

Voice claim: N/A

𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚆𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺…

(𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑐𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑚? 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝐷𝑢𝑏?)

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The trail wasn't really a trail anymore.

It had narrowed into nothing more than flattened ferns and scattered pine needles, weaving between towering cedars until the sounds of camp had completely disappeared.

No clashing swords.

No laughter from the cabins.

Just wind and the distant crash of waves against the the shore.

Suddenly, the trees opened into a tiny clearing perched overlooking the ocean.

A small shrine sat nestled beneath a cedar tree. It could barely be called a shrine though — A flat stone with a spiral engraved into it. Someone had left wildflowers, a few seashells and pieces of sea glass that glimmered in the afternoon sun, and several candles — some melted nearly to nothing.

It wasn't grand. not by a long shot. but it seemed loved.

Do you approach the shrine? Try to figure out who it belongs to?

So after a couple minutes, she stumbled into a clearing near the edge of camp. She more so sensed the waters edge than saw it. Glancing around, she noticed something wedged in the ground at the base of a tree..

It looked kinda like- a shrine? Maybe? It was hard to tell, it was so bare. But the candles and tiny trinkets were undeniably something you’d see on a shine. Klio knelt before it, examining it closer.

“Huh. Who’d you belong to, huh?” She spoke to it as though it—or the thing it was honoring could hear her.

Just the faint sound of waves and the whistle of wind between the trees.

Crack.

A twig snapped behind Klio and when she spun around to see what, or who was she was faced with a girl.

She looked young. Maybe 20 at the oldest, her clothes were every shade of the ocean—soft blues layered together, light enough to dance in, practical enough to climb rocks or disappear into the forest.

Silver and gold gleamed together on her neck and at her wrists in the filtered sun, tangled with sea glass, and gemstones.

Or…was she a person?

The girl in front of her was undeniably beautiful, something about her brought peace to her mind. Klio looked them over for a second before quickly clearing her throat and driving her eyes away. Not meaning to ogle.

“Sorry, uhm.” What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t exactly sure if this person was a camper, or…possibly who the shrine was dedicated to?

“I could be asking you the same thing.” She hummed, teasingly. “Lots of monsters in the woods…though— less so around these parts.”

She was quiet for a moment, looking Klio over and then heading over to sit at the little shrine.

She smiled, although it was a bit awkward and slightly forced. She wasn’t the best with people. Clearing her throat, she spoke — “It’s nice to meet you,”

She traced the spiral of the shrine with her finger, as the smell of the sea salt drifted into the woods from the inland.

She watched her silently for a moment before shaking her head, realizing she still needed to respond. “No- no. Just..wandering.”

Tyne sighed happily, and leaned over the shrine. She placed a gentle finger to the wick of one of the candles that lay upon it, melted almost entirely.

A flame sprung to life.

She watched it silently, calculating. The gears in her brain seemed to be turning—and she simply sat there before letting out a soft sigh.

She smiled, pushing some hair from her face

The trail wasn't really a trail anymore.

It had narrowed into nothing more than flattened ferns and scattered pine needles, weaving between towering cedars until the sounds of camp had completely disappeared.

No clashing swords.

No laughter from the cabins.

Just wind and the distant crash of waves against the the shore.

Suddenly, the trees opened into a tiny clearing perched overlooking the ocean.

A small shrine sat nestled beneath a cedar tree. It could barely be called a shrine though — A flat stone with a spiral engraved into it. Someone had left wildflowers, a few seashells and pieces of sea glass that glimmered in the afternoon sun, and several candles — some melted nearly to nothing.

It wasn't grand. not by a long shot. but it seemed loved.

Do you approach the shrine? Try to figure out who it belongs to?

So after a couple minutes, she stumbled into a clearing near the edge of camp. She more so sensed the waters edge than saw it. Glancing around, she noticed something wedged in the ground at the base of a tree..

It looked kinda like- a shrine? Maybe? It was hard to tell, it was so bare. But the candles and tiny trinkets were undeniably something you’d see on a shine. Klio knelt before it, examining it closer.

“Huh. Who’d you belong to, huh?” She spoke to it as though it—or the thing it was honoring could hear her.

Just the faint sound of waves and the whistle of wind between the trees.

Crack.

A twig snapped behind Klio and when she spun around to see what, or who was she was faced with a girl.

She looked young. Maybe 20 at the oldest, her clothes were every shade of the ocean—soft blues layered together, light enough to dance in, practical enough to climb rocks or disappear into the forest.

Silver and gold gleamed together on her neck and at her wrists in the filtered sun, tangled with sea glass, and gemstones.

Or…was she a person?

The girl in front of her was undeniably beautiful, something about her brought peace to her mind. Klio looked them over for a second before quickly clearing her throat and driving her eyes away. Not meaning to ogle.

“Sorry, uhm.” What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t exactly sure if this person was a camper, or…possibly who the shrine was dedicated to?

“I could be asking you the same thing.” She hummed, teasingly. “Lots of monsters in the woods…though— less so around these parts.”

She was quiet for a moment, looking Klio over and then heading over to sit at the little shrine.

She smiled, although it was a bit awkward and slightly forced. She wasn’t the best with people. Clearing her throat, she spoke — “It’s nice to meet you,”

She traced the spiral of the shrine with her finger, as the smell of the sea salt drifted into the woods from the inland.

She watched her silently for a moment before shaking her head, realizing she still needed to respond. “No- no. Just..wandering.”

Tyne sighed happily, and leaned over the shrine. She placed a gentle finger to the wick of one of the candles that lay upon it, melted almost entirely.

A flame sprung to life.

The trail wasn't really a trail anymore.

It had narrowed into nothing more than flattened ferns and scattered pine needles, weaving between towering cedars until the sounds of camp had completely disappeared.

No clashing swords.

No laughter from the cabins.

Just wind and the distant crash of waves against the the shore.

Suddenly, the trees opened into a tiny clearing perched overlooking the ocean.

A small shrine sat nestled beneath a cedar tree. It could barely be called a shrine though — A flat stone with a spiral engraved into it. Someone had left wildflowers, a few seashells and pieces of sea glass that glimmered in the afternoon sun, and several candles — some melted nearly to nothing.

It wasn't grand. not by a long shot. but it seemed loved.

Do you approach the shrine? Try to figure out who it belongs to?

So after a couple minutes, she stumbled into a clearing near the edge of camp. She more so sensed the waters edge than saw it. Glancing around, she noticed something wedged in the ground at the base of a tree..

It looked kinda like- a shrine? Maybe? It was hard to tell, it was so bare. But the candles and tiny trinkets were undeniably something you’d see on a shine. Klio knelt before it, examining it closer.

“Huh. Who’d you belong to, huh?” She spoke to it as though it—or the thing it was honoring could hear her.

Just the faint sound of waves and the whistle of wind between the trees.

Crack.

A twig snapped behind Klio and when she spun around to see what, or who was she was faced with a girl.

She looked young. Maybe 20 at the oldest, her clothes were every shade of the ocean—soft blues layered together, light enough to dance in, practical enough to climb rocks or disappear into the forest.

Silver and gold gleamed together on her neck and at her wrists in the filtered sun, tangled with sea glass, and gemstones.

Or…was she a person?

The girl in front of her was undeniably beautiful, something about her brought peace to her mind. Klio looked them over for a second before quickly clearing her throat and driving her eyes away. Not meaning to ogle.

“Sorry, uhm.” What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t exactly sure if this person was a camper, or…possibly who the shrine was dedicated to?

“I could be asking you the same thing.” She hummed, teasingly. “Lots of monsters in the woods…though— less so around these parts.”

She was quiet for a moment, looking Klio over and then heading over to sit at the little shrine.

She smiled, although it was a bit awkward and slightly forced. She wasn’t the best with people. Clearing her throat, she spoke — “It’s nice to meet you,”

She traced the spiral of the shrine with her finger, as the smell of the sea salt drifted into the woods from the inland.

The trail wasn't really a trail anymore.

It had narrowed into nothing more than flattened ferns and scattered pine needles, weaving between towering cedars until the sounds of camp had completely disappeared.

No clashing swords.

No laughter from the cabins.

Just wind and the distant crash of waves against the the shore.

Suddenly, the trees opened into a tiny clearing perched overlooking the ocean.

A small shrine sat nestled beneath a cedar tree. It could barely be called a shrine though — A flat stone with a spiral engraved into it. Someone had left wildflowers, a few seashells and pieces of sea glass that glimmered in the afternoon sun, and several candles — some melted nearly to nothing.

It wasn't grand. not by a long shot. but it seemed loved.

Do you approach the shrine? Try to figure out who it belongs to?

So after a couple minutes, she stumbled into a clearing near the edge of camp. She more so sensed the waters edge than saw it. Glancing around, she noticed something wedged in the ground at the base of a tree..

It looked kinda like- a shrine? Maybe? It was hard to tell, it was so bare. But the candles and tiny trinkets were undeniably something you’d see on a shine. Klio knelt before it, examining it closer.

“Huh. Who’d you belong to, huh?” She spoke to it as though it—or the thing it was honoring could hear her.

Just the faint sound of waves and the whistle of wind between the trees.

Crack.

A twig snapped behind Klio and when she spun around to see what, or who was she was faced with a girl.

She looked young. Maybe 20 at the oldest, her clothes were every shade of the ocean—soft blues layered together, light enough to dance in, practical enough to climb rocks or disappear into the forest.

Silver and gold gleamed together on her neck and at her wrists in the filtered sun, tangled with sea glass, and gemstones.

Or…was she a person?

The girl in front of her was undeniably beautiful, something about her brought peace to her mind. Klio looked them over for a second before quickly clearing her throat and driving her eyes away. Not meaning to ogle.

“Sorry, uhm.” What was she supposed to say? She wasn’t exactly sure if this person was a camper, or…possibly who the shrine was dedicated to?

“I could be asking you the same thing.” She hummed, teasingly. “Lots of monsters in the woods…though— less so around these parts.”

She was quiet for a moment, looking Klio over and then heading over to sit at the little shrine.

The trail wasn't really a trail anymore.

It had narrowed into nothing more than flattened ferns and scattered pine needles, weaving between towering cedars until the sounds of camp had completely disappeared.

No clashing swords.

No laughter from the cabins.

Just wind and the distant crash of waves against the the shore.

Suddenly, the trees opened into a tiny clearing perched overlooking the ocean.

A small shrine sat nestled beneath a cedar tree. It could barely be called a shrine though — A flat stone with a spiral engraved into it. Someone had left wildflowers, a few seashells and pieces of sea glass that glimmered in the afternoon sun, and several candles — some melted nearly to nothing.

It wasn't grand. not by a long shot. but it seemed loved.

Do you approach the shrine? Try to figure out who it belongs to?

So after a couple minutes, she stumbled into a clearing near the edge of camp. She more so sensed the waters edge than saw it. Glancing around, she noticed something wedged in the ground at the base of a tree..

It looked kinda like- a shrine? Maybe? It was hard to tell, it was so bare. But the candles and tiny trinkets were undeniably something you’d see on a shine. Klio knelt before it, examining it closer.

“Huh. Who’d you belong to, huh?” She spoke to it as though it—or the thing it was honoring could hear her.

Just the faint sound of waves and the whistle of wind between the trees.

Crack.

A twig snapped behind Klio and when she spun around to see what, or who was she was faced with a girl.

She looked young. Maybe 20 at the oldest, her clothes were every shade of the ocean—soft blues layered together, light enough to dance in, practical enough to climb rocks or disappear into the forest.

Silver and gold gleamed together on her neck and at her wrists in the filtered sun, tangled with sea glass, and gemstones.