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๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jacynth Evangeline Palmer.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ The girl who arrived at Camp introduced herself as Evie. No one questioned it, nor truly cared enough to even think twice about it. Even though her name was sometimes shortened to Eve for moments to quickly yell across the yard, it was mostly just Evie. No reason to call her anything else.๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Hades.
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Evie spent nearly an entire year convinced she was the daughter of Athena; after all, she had a father. However, as she returned to camp for a second summer, her temper ignited when another Athena child was claimed while, yet again, she was not. This fury summoned a small chasm in the ground coupled with The Helm of Darkness glowing above her head, which clearly marked her as one of Hadesโ brood. It should have been a special moment, but the newest camper, Serena Oumarou, was claimed moments after by him as well. Apparently, their father thought it best to announce them at the same time. Evie was always a bit bitter to have shared such a moment.๐๐๐ โฆ Twenty-Three.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ May 29th, 1997 | 04:09 am.
๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ โผ Gemini ยท โฝ Pisces ยท โ Taurus.๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Cisgender Female.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Has there ever been a straight demi-god before?
๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Giza Lagarce.๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Las Cruces, New Mexico.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ N/A, but she would have been back to her life at Camp. Though not necessarily a year-round camper, Evie only spent a handful of time living with her father. His non-Camp life wasn't the most stable, and sometimes she got tired of the nomadic lifestyle and made her way back. If she would've had the money, she might have gotten herself a place in Rhode Island. But, you know, she didn't.๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Hell's angel? Jk jk. Being dead put quite a damper on her job prospects.
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โ โ โ โ Like many demi-gods, Evie had an unpredictable childhood that molded her tremendously. Her adoptive father had no idea she would be plagued by "misadventures" and monsters if she stayed in any one place for too long; it was simply a happy accident that their lives took them all over. As such, Evie did not learn to fear the darkness radiating from her blood as a child, and she felt that way even as an adult. Even before she fully understood what she was, she relished being a demi-god and fully owned the highs and lows that came with being one with the shadows.
โ โ โ โ This blatant strength and confidence often made her intimidating, even later amongst her own kind. For humans, however, it was always worse. And it was years before Evie met someone that wasn't a fragile mortal. Children cowered under her gaze. Adults grew uncomfortable in her presence. Evie's reputation as one who was a bit harsh, a bit standoffish, and a bit terrifying always clouded the path before her. While this was not entirely reflective of the girl underneath, not many took the time โ or were given the chance โ to see that. In fact, this was a curse nearly all Hades children endure. Their powers give them an unsettling chill that does not make them popular with peers or authority figures.
โ โ โ โ With so few friends in her formative years, Evie quickly learned to rely on herself. She was often bullied in her new schools for various reasons, and she quickly adopted a hardened persona. The goth style came as a natural progression. If she seemed standoffish just at a glance, all the better. At least, then, it felt like her choice to not interact with her classmates. Things at Camp were so different. As a child of the Big Three, Evie was powerful, successful, and alluring. People cooed about the dark and mysterious Hades kids and the firecracker Zeus one. Loathe to admit it to herself, Evie liked the attention. It was also nice to have people to relate to. Her bad luck, dyslexia, and ADHD no longer made her an outlier. She belonged.
โ โ โ โ But years of pent-up resentment couldnโt be shed overnight. She didnโt know how to let go and be free right away, even though her heart ached to do so. It resulted in two sides of the girl. Evieโs ability to flip on a momentโs notice from an "angsty loner" to cooing over someoneโs cute pet was strange. People were often confused by her. Sure, sometimes she left them dazed on purpose, but other times, it was simply too chaotic to understand her. It was like Evie did not have a grip on her real identity enough to know how to interact with others, especially in groups. Individually, she was mostly fine. Even around the small circle of her closest, trusted friends, she could get by. But in larger social circumstances, she seemed to fall apart. She had a habit of letting her boyfriend light up the room enough for both of them. It was so easy, and he was so charming. She could simply enjoy him in his element. while maintaining her own cool aloofness. Even if it was only skin deep. But was it the real Evie, or just a fake identity she projected to save herself from being hurt?
โ โ โ โ Even if she struggled to face the truth on the matter, there seemed to be two separate Evies. The outer surface girl with a hardened line for a smile, dark clothes, always antagonizing her boyfriend Max. Then the inner one with a soft nature and self-sacrificing heart. She was stubborn, too much so for anyone's good. Evie preferred to call it dedication. Nonetheless, others โ often fellow outsiders โ were inexplicably attracted to the kind of confidence she radiated. She never found stability in her lifestyle, so she had to create it in herself in order to survive. Evie always kept her cool in times of stress. Unless she was using her Hades gift to spread terror { which she did on accident as a child all the time but had since learned to control }, being in her presence could calm even the wildest of nerves.
โ โ โ โ Through her years at Camp Half-Blood, this changed somewhat. She found comfort in her siblings, boyfriend, and friends in a way that let her be more authentic overall. Her intense need for privacy at times could keep people at bay; this was a fact that never truly dissipated. But she did reach a level of happiness that gave her the security to open up a bit more. Of course, not everyone was willing to look past her old ways and believe she could change. A few campers still saw the same old Evie. Yet others got to know the girl who would do absolutely anything for others, no matter the cost to herself.
โ โ โ โ Those who grew close to Evie were quick to find the goth girl was just a front to hide the bubbly one inside. She loved to play truth or dare, and she certainly never backed down from even the most terrifying feats. Unless it involved a spider. Then she melted like a little puddle. Evie could be alluring and charming; she got a good laugh from being Max's beautiful magical assistant more than once, so long as the crowd was small and trusted. She was an individualist who would not back down from an argument and resisted admitting she was wrong { even when it was quite plainly so }.
โ โ โ โ People around Camp tended to love her or hate her, with very little room in between. On one hand, she could be fun to be around, curious about every little thing, and a good listener. On the other, she seemed fickle and disingenuous. Prone to mood swings, she flitted about and seemed to lack any loyalty. That wasn't necessarily true; however, her trusted circle was kept so small that anyone outside of that sort of was viewed as expendable, for better or for worse. Additionally, her interest in knowing everything could easily blur into being nosy, or simply not having the work ethic to finish anything.
โ โ โ โ Evie was not judgmental and made a point to avoid stereotyping. Sure, a part of her wanted to change her own style. A goth Hades kid? Really? But she used it as a security blanket. She would be lost without it. Evie put a lot of pressure on herself and was often dissatisfied with her accomplishments. She could build others up but tear herself down for the same thing. This was another reason people thought her to be so fake; she always wanted the "right" side of her to be shown. This was largely due to a perceived inability to express or reveal her true personality to others. She struggled with a deep need to control herself and every part of her future. Especially sensitive to criticism, Evie could be intensely fearful of or threatened by change. She tried to overcompensate by micro-managing her whole life, which of course, generally backfired.
โ โ โ โ The truth is, those who knew Evie well were not surprised when she didn't return to Camp. Anyone as stubborn as her, who loved Max as much as she did, who would do anything to keep her loved ones safe . . . well, when it was a question of sacrificing herself or letting something happen to Max, there would have been no hesitation. If you look into Max's eyes whenever she's mentioned, you can see that reflected back: Evie made the choice quickly enough for the both of them.
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โ โ โ โ The week that Mason and Georgia Palmer adopted a baby girl was meant to be one of the happiest of their lives. Georgia was friends with the birth mother; though she did not understand the intricacies as to why Jane was giving up her child, she stepped forward when asked nonetheless. The couple had been trying and failing to have their own for years. Adoption had been among their discussion countless times. Was it not its own miracle that her friend, who had never wanted to be a mother in the first place, could entrust the little one into their care? Truthfully, Georgia was surprised Jane was keeping the baby at all. However, she did not protest. It felt like the fates had aligned. And in some ways, perhaps they did โ not as anyone expected them to, though. It is never that easy for the children of the Underworld.
โ โ โ โ A few short days after officially becoming Evangeline Palmer, a tragic accident took the life of her new mother Georgia. Jane had already disappeared . . . as if she expected the darkness that may taint whoever dared to love the helpless baby. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Perhaps not. But with none of his own family to turn to, Mason was set to raise an infant grief-stricken, lost, and completely alone.
โ โ โ โ It was a rocky start. Knowing nothing of the world beyond The Mist, the duo was unaware that Evangeline would be a beacon for monsters and evil. The creatures would care little for her young age. Children of the Big Three were an especially delectable treat; why wait for them to mature? However, Masonโs work as an illustrious international consultant created a most unusual childhood, more so than what Evie would have dealt with otherwise. They traveled the world together. He juggled some years with homeschooling, whether with his own knowledge or some random tutors in whatever country they found themselves in. If they were going to be somewhere for at least a few months, Evangeline was enrolled in any school that happened to be nearby. Sometimes that meant a prestigious private institution. Other times, a public one. It was tumultuous and unpredictable. She saw every side of life all across the globe. Perhaps it helped build her empathy and drive for understanding others; or, maybe, it fostered her inability to connect with others beyond a surface level since she never stayed somewhere long enough to build it. But most importantly, she was protected from the trouble that would come by staying in any single place too long.
โ โ โ โ Mason was the one responsible for her rather unorthodox childhood, but Evie never blamed him for it. When she looked at him, she only saw the very best father a girl could ask for. She rarely fit in among her classmates and had few friends of her own. Even her tutors seemed a bit distant or afraid of her. But her father never was. He worked a lot, yet his free time was always devoted to creating memories and having adventures with her. โItโs you and me against the world,โ Mason would say. Evangeline cherished that bond more than anything. With her father beside her, nothing was too scary. She could take on any obstacle because he would always be there to support her. Together, there was nothing they could not accomplish.
โ โ โ โ Despite Masonโs encouragement, Evangeline never cared much for her formal education. Her dyslexia and ADHD made it difficult to focus and learn traditionally. His lessons with her always catered to this; he was happy to adjust their curriculum to teach her fantastical things that widened her understanding of the world without the same { "boring" } traditional methods. Everything was a bit more hands-on and engaging. However, especially when Evie was of high school age, he thought it was important for her to have a more formal way of learning. How else would she get into a university? But Evie loathed being in classrooms, studying for exams, and feeling stuck in a rigid schedule. It was at war with her very nature, and she lashed out often. Her grades slipped. She got into fights with her classmates, ending up suspended and expelled more than once. Mason felt his hands were tied; he had no idea what to do with this rebellious side of her.
โ โ โ โ Their first big fight was when she told him she would absolutely not be going to college, not anywhere for anything. Mason came from a family of highly educated people; both of his parents had PhDs and he had two Masters. It was simply unfathomable that Evangeline did not want the same. He asked her, infuriated, what on earth she was going to do with her life since he certainly wouldnโt be paying for her to live in his basement like a spoiled brat forever. Truthfully, she had no idea, but she wasn't about to admit that. Evie stormed out the front door of their temporary Utah apartment and took off on her bike to anywhere but there.
โ โ โ โ Fate pulled at the strings of her life again. She finally got too angry { or perhaps too tired and too stubborn to admit it } to continue her little trek and pulled up at a shitty little gas station in the middle of nowhere. As she was arguing with the clerk for overcharging for her snack { she hadnโt exactly thought to bring her wallet with her }, another demi-god slinked in. His aura was overpowering. Evie couldnโt help but pay attention to him, despite knowing nothing of the world they both reluctantly belonged to. When his goofy smile lit up the entire store, it didnโt seem so dingy and dilapidated.
โ โ โ โ He winked.
โ โ โ โ Somehow Evie knew it meant, โWatch this and trust me.โ The boy pulled out a deck of cards. The clerk was equally as enamored by the magic trick; he didnโt notice Evieโs products slip off the counter and into her bag. Nor did he see Evieโs spare change slink back into her pocket. But they all three failed to pay attention to the third customer lumbering in: an awkward, curious man who seemed on the verge of vomiting.
โ โ โ โ โI know you have our gold, you dirty thief,โ it yelled. The voice was not quite human. Max turned around in horror just as the thing dropped to all fours and opened its mouth. He grabbed Evieโs arm and dragged her behind a shelf. Nothing seemed to make sense. The assailant seemed to turn into a giant ant before her very eyes. Poison erupted from its mouth only moments after they found safety behind the chip aisle, but their protection was soon melting from the acid. Max reached into his pocket for a second deck of cards, and with a flick of his wrists, the little blades-in-disguise glided over into vulnerable crevices of the ant-thing. Only a few tiny places were not protected by its sleek, black outer shell, but Max's Apollo gifts had no problem aiming at even the smallest of targets. It cried in agony and thrashed wildly, giving the pair enough time to sneak toward the front door. Evie thought they would run out undetected, but Max did not back down. He sliced through its abdomen with a sword { that . . . appeared from nowhere?! } and retrieved his cards. Unfortunately, during the small battle, some of its acids had unknowingly splattered Evieโs arm.
โ โ โ โ Both of their instincts were roaring. Evangeline wanted to run home to her father and apologize. Max wanted to leave her behind. It made sense to part ways. He was a solitary guy on his own mission. She wanted her abnormally normal life. But this beautiful girl had seen the monster. She was one of them. Could he leave her for more monsters to find, when it was clear she had no training, no knowledge, no connection to their terrible dark world? Despite his better judgment screaming for him to do it, Max couldnโt abandon her.
โ โ โ โ The desertโs midday heat made him feel even more powerful. The sun illuminated him, increasing his powers just a little bit more โ just enough. He tried to explain how they had to get out of there; the others of the Myrmekes colony would not be far behind. Evangeline was in shock and, secretly, in agony over the injury eating its way through her arm.
โ โ โ โ This boy had stolen their gold. It was his fault she was now in excruciating pain and that more assailants might be coming. This was his problem, not hers. However, the scent of two demi-gods, especially a Big Three alongside one already using his gifts, was too much for any monster to ignore. Max didnโt know how powerful Evie would be, but he knew that their actions had already caused enough damage. Little did he know that a giant, an Empousa, and a Blemmyae had already caught their delicious scent and were stalking after the pair.
โ โ โ โ But someone else did. Maxโs satyr Rosen, whom he did not trust and was always giving the slip, pulled up in a car and yelled at them to get in. Despite his reluctance, Max knew it was their only good choice; his own vehicle had been smashed in by the Myrmekes looking for its gold. Evangeline still refused, but Maxโs light-amplified persuasion started to eat away at her resistance.
โ โ โ โ As a show of good faith, Max knocked the satyr unconscious and told Evie she could drive โ just as long as they all left together. Instead of walking to the driverโs seat, she swayed from the pain. Max rushed in to catch her. He was healing her before she could even admit to being hurt. A moment of authentic vulnerability sparked between them. โPlease,โ he whispered. โI canโt leave you here to die.โ
โ โ โ โ The moment Evangeline accepted his invitation and got into that car changed everything. Although they let the satyr come with them in that moment, they staved off Rosen's whims of taking them to New York a bit longer. Max was too good at running away from him for anyone's good. Evangeline called her dad from a burner and sent him the occasional postcard, but she was too scared to see him. Max was right; more monsters were bearing down on them than ever before. Evie would never forgive herself if she let one of them hurt Mason. The only way to keep him safe was to stay away. Plus, she was eighteen; her father couldnโt force her to come back to him even if he wanted to.
โ โ โ โ Ignited by the thrill of the chase and the chaos of their clandestine meeting, Evie and Max tangled into a tumultuous relationship. It was too fast, too hot, too heavy โ much like the world around them. Running from responsibilities and monsters alike allowed the two of them a few adventures across the Southwest like some kind of modern Bonnie and Clyde. They would always recall this era with rosy-eyed nostalgia. { Freddie Walker IVโs origin story seemed to change every time Evie told it. But donโt ask Max about Motel 6, okay? } Eventually, they could not deny the increasing rate of monsters finding them . . . and almost winning. It wasnโt safe. They finally allowed Maxโs satyr to escort them across the country and over the border of the only place beings like them could be safe: Camp Half-Blood.
โ โ โ โ Evangeline likely should have stayed there year-round, but she didnโt get claimed her first summer. She probably belonged to some minor god. Assuming the frequent attacks were due to traveling with another demi-god and not her own gifts, she was allowed to go home. The only caveat? It was permitted only so long as Evie and Max did not visit each other. She thought she was trained enough to survive the real world again. Evie jumped at the opportunity to reunite with her father, despite the strains it put on her relationships with Max. They did not exactly have the type of connection that could easily be maintained with letters and scarce phone calls, since demi-gods were encouraged to avoid technology as much as possible. They only half-listened to such advice. Their temporary break-up during winter was never made known to other demi-gods, as an unexpected romantic move from Evie helped them repair the damage. And by the time the summer rolled back around, Campโs golden-and-goth couple was as inseparable as ever.
โ โ โ โ Just as Evangeline felt like she had herself and her role at Camp figured out, Hades finally claimed her. One whole year after her first arrival. But another girl was announced as a daughter of the Underworld at the exact same time. It all stung more than she could explain and left her with as many questions as answers. What did it mean, two daughters of Hades at once? Why had Mason never told her that he wasnโt her real father? What other secrets about her family was he hiding? After all, he had always refused to talk about her supposed mother. Now Evie was faced with the truth that she had two . . . and one was still alive.
โ โ โ โ Over the next four years, Evie found herself going โhomeโ less and less. In fact, it was Camp that felt like home. Gaining siblings in Serena and Theo meant more than she could say. The adventures โ and even the fights โ with Max made her feel alive. When the two of them received a quest together, they were elated. It was back to being Bonnie and Clyde. Everyone thought Max and Evieโs task seemed easy enough; the prophecy was not nearly as foreboding as the ones they heard in stories around a fire. So why didnโt she make it back?
โ โ โ โ Evie was eager to explore the world once again, especially with Max by her side. Visiting whatever new city or country her father was living in was nice for a while, but it always left her empty. It was a shadow of a life she could never have again. Evie was not the same little girl he had known; spending too much time together just reminded both of them of that truth. However, her dad โ her real one, not the smoke-and-mirrors god that never cared enough to say hello โ was still her favorite person in the whole world.
โ โ โ โ In fact, it was his name she cried out right before her breath was stolen from her lungs. Max could no longer hear her, but Hades could. It was his domain, after all, where her porcelain body and eager spirit would be trapped forever. At least by dying in the Underworld, she was saving herself a trip.
โ โ โ โ โDaddy! Save me! Daddy!โ
โ โ โ โ Hades heard her. But he knew that those words were not meant for him . . . so they became her last.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ These girls arrived the same summer, but something immediately set them apart. Mona was claimed by "the Biggest Guy Upstairs" on the very first day; Jack remained in Hermes Cabin for a long, long time. It caused envy in Jack, who just wanted to know her own place in the world. When Jack went an entire year without being claimed, she didn't even hit Mona's radar. Why would a little quiet goth girl register on her scale, except for being skilled in combat? Which, yes, did bother Mona, but not enough to really care. So their relationship was basically nonexistent. Mona shifted her attitude after Hades claimed two girls at once. Still, however, her focus was more on the interesting and unpredictable Serena than little Jack. But that relationship was turbulent at best, and of course, Jack always took her sister's side when things between the two of them spiraled out of control. Mona is also . . . a lot to handle. As Jack grew more comfortable in herself, things repaired a little bit. Mona kind of warmed to Jack because she could be a passive follower on occasion. Although Jack wasn't that interested in drama or showing off for the newbies like Mona was, she didn't mind wandering around Camp with her. But Jack always felt their relationship was very one-sided. Mona would ramble about her boy problems and stories, yet never cared to listen to Jack. Then Mona would go on to ignore her for a week. It was chaotic, but Jack wasn't angry. She had other people she could form these bonds with, and it seemed like Mona needed a steady presence in her life to just . . . absorb some of the energy she radiated. The Big Three kids always have their scheduled classes together so they don't beat up anyone else too badly, which meant the girls still spent a lot of time together. Mona joked she would throw a big raging party for Jack and Max once they returned from their quest. She knew from her own outing that the best part was coming home victoriously. But Mona didn't get to throw that party; not in the way she meant. A funeral isn't the same. She will be thrilled when Jack comes back to Camp. This new girl seems to be a bit too much for Mona's taste, and they might finally be butting heads like their fathers if they can't learn to keep their mouths shut. Mona doesn't like having her spotlight taken. And if Mona ends up having reason to suspect that Jack did die on her quest and is lying about what happened to her, she may very well try to blackmail her into bringing someone else back too. Lucie doesn't deserve to die, and Mona doesn't deserve to lose her sister.
{ k8we }๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Lucie and Jack both seemed to shrink a little bit under the personalities of their other siblings, so they didn't get to know each other very well. They almost seemed to be polar opposites. Lucie, with her incredible charisma that hid a secret dark side. Jack, with her standoffish attitude hiding a soft one. They were never confrontational or at odds with one another, but they never sought each other out either. They spared well, quite evenly matched, and they could enjoy each other's presence in activities. But they never spent free time together or got beyond a surface-level connection. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like they'll get the chance to.
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack has an unfounded bias against Loren. She reminds her profusely of all the human girls who used to shun and bully her. In truth, Loren isn't like them. However, Jack didn't seem to be able to get that out of her head for a few years. Geminis can be either inseparable or at odds with one another. Due to Jack's closed-off nature and small group tendencies, Loren and she never had a lot to bond over. They were almost too similar to get along. With the new Jack, things could warm up between them . . . unless Loren can't get past those old grudges.
{ at0mic-soul }
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Ale never knew "Evie;" the only girl she has met is this fun and sunshine-y Jack. People seem to be claiming that her return is a miracle, but as someone who witnessed neither her "death" nor her comeback, Alejandra is simply . . . apathetic. The old Evie would have ignored a new camper, but this new Hades child is eager to show Ale the ropes. Jack will probably find her initial presence to be a nuisance secretly โ a lot of naivete she doesn't want to deal with. But she will bury that under her new friendly persona. Once claimed, Ale will be alone in her little seashell cabin, and Jack knows how crippling loneliness can be. The new girl will join the training circuit for all Big Three kids, and that will give them more in common. However, it might be difficult to grow closer than the surface level. Alejandra's concerns are so human; Jack isn't sure how human she is anymore. Maybe that means a friendship with Ale is exactly what she needs to bring her back down to earth, if it's not too late. Or perhaps it sets them up to be the perfect enemies.
{ mint }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ธ ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Demeter still holds a grudge against Hades for "stealing" her beloved Persephone, so there's a natural, unexplainable distrust that runs between their children. Neither of them was very outgoing, so this alone was enough to keep them distant despite their years at Camp together. What would they have in common to discuss anyway? But Jack isn't the same girl anymore. A lot of her old relationships feel stale and superficial. The blunt honestly of Micah is rather refreshing, and it's something she values greatly. She isn't afraid to approach people she avoided in the past. A rather unexpected friendship begins to bloom between the two of them, so much so that Jack might be inclined to one day tell Micah some truths of her past. After all, he might be invaluable in finishing the quest Max and Jack never got to complete.
{ sanctuary }
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ {"๐๐๐๐๐๐"} โฆ Oliver and Jack had an intense rivalry, and they each relished it. His sense of style is great, and he knows it. Sure, it makes him a bit arrogant, but what's the harm in being proud of what you're good at? Jack also prided herself on her fashion sense, though goth is certainly not to everyone's taste. They often made jibes to one another and lowkey competed to be known as Camp's best-dressed warrior. This often led to heated battles between the two of them when they were paired during any training. Or even worse, on opposite teams in capture the flag. People loved to get a bucket of popcorn and watch them explode when fighting one another. However, despite their petty words about clothes, it never ignited into something brutal or underhanded. They fought honorably and didn't prank or mess with one another in any silly way outside of these moments. Oliver was a bit more upset by her death than he expected to be, and now that she is back, their passionate competition is more intense than ever.
{ npc }๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack and Freja used to never interact, but since her return, Jack has been paying more and more attention to her. She can't help but feel like Freja has an interesting role to play in the way of things. Sure, disaster always follows Freja's path, but maybe chaos is exactly what Jack needs these days. After dating Max so long, the secret tiny crush she has always had on Freja is tempting to act on . . .
{ npc }๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ {"๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐"} โฆ Although Jack didn't really ask to be part of Mona's posse, it did sort of happen nonetheless. That put her at immediate odds with Charlotte. Not that Jack really cared in the end. A bubbly cheerleader and a goth are natural enemies, after all. Especially given her rivalry with Charlotte's brother Oliver, their relationship was only further divided. Charlotte isn't going to admit it out loud, but she did think about it a few times. Jack was never really good enough for Max. And if it had been Charlotte on that quest, she would've come back alive, saving Max all this turmoil and darkness. You can't change the past, but you can take charge of the future. Maybe it's about time Charlotte's influence expanded outside her own cabin.
{ npc }
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack used to love and admire Ali, but now she's terrified of him. Sure, he's a teddy bear with the best advice. How could anyone be worried in his presence?! Well, Jack's very existence is basically a lie these days. She can't let her guard down at any point, especially around him. He could ruin everything for her. So she will do whatever it takes to avoid him, especially being alone with him.
{ npc }๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Isabelle used to like having Jack on her teams; she took direction well and carried her weight. But this new outgoing attitude doesn't sit well with her. And it's not like Iz will back down either. Their old happy acquaintanceship is slowly descending into an unhealthy dislike for one another . . . which, insert eye roll here, Jack is pretending not to notice under layers of bright smiles. Jack feels like Isabelle knows the world from a book, not through experience. Winning an argument doesn't mean you know better; it means you can better manipulate your audience. Isabelle thinks, ever since Jack returned, she's been acting like she deserves the world. It WAS sad that she seemed to die on that quest. Isabelle did mourn her. But her life isn't about to stop and revolve around Jack now. If Jack is going to keep being this ridiculous, Isabelle doesn't want anything to do with her.
{ npc }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ธ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ Incredibly intertwined, chaotic, and complicated. Seems moot to write it here.
{ grace-note }๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Given her relationship with Max, Jack was no stranger to the Apollo cabin or its inhabitants. People probably wouldn't notice how close these two became. Their friendship was whispers cloaked in shadows. Their understanding of one another was more than words described, so they didn't often say much. A quiet evening watching the sunset with August smoking cigarettes and Jack drinking beer while polishing their sword was enough for them both. They had secrets, and they shared a few of them. But not everything. And for a long time, they didn't bother either of them. Their relationship didn't have pressure or expectations. If they were too busy to hang out, fine. If not, great. But that meant they occasionally fell out of touch when the other needed them the most. And then they were too scared to reach out. Jack did try to visit August once outside of Camp, and his harsh dismissal when she arrived hurt. He didn't come to pick her up; he didn't tell her his address. She had to go back home. And Jack nursed that bruise for a while. So much so that when she left for her quest, they were still on rocky terrain. August regretted a lot of things when she didn't come back. Not enough to change. But it still broke a little piece of his heart. And he is not sure what to do with this new Jack. It puts him at odds with himself. He doesn't really want to deal with her shit when he has his own bubble to be in. On the other hand, August doesn't want to make the same mistake twice โ especially if he can use Jack's situation to be in denial of his own pain.
{ spacelava }๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฆ As much as Jack wanted to be perpetually annoyed by Jamie โ and she certainly pretended to do so โ she couldn't help but have a soft spot for him. She might have mimed throwing a tomato at him during a performance of another terrible song or called out his terrible puns at any given opportunity, but it seemed like she would do anything for this little fool. Despite that one time she snapped his guitar in half. Now she is with him more than ever; he's happy to blindly accept this new side of her. And she likes that.
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โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ธ ๐ธ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Suda and Jack hadn't met before, considering the Hunter only recently arrived. But Jack seems like the remedy she needs. To go through so much and not be stuck with anger issues? Can she teach Suda her ways? Suda wants to get back to fulfilling her purpose alongside Artemis, and Jack seems like she might be able to help.
{ npc }๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack knew of Chloe the way she knew of all Max's half-siblings, and she was always happy to be enraptured by another tale from Chloe. If she were being honest, Jack might say that Chloe being a Hunter is a mistake. Did she really think through how long eternity is? But it's probably for the best that she keeps such an opinion hidden behind her fake happiness. At least that's what Jack can tell herself for now.
{ npc }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ธ ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack and Camila were a bit of an odd pair, but as loners who found themselves attached to the hip with more outgoing counterparts, it wasn't exactly crazy for them to find one another. Jack always liked her sarcasm and often tried to gang up on Camila alongside Lawrence to convince her to try some wild outfit on. But they weren't very emotional with one another; their friendship dealt with matters of Camp, not of the heart. Camila was devastated when Jack seemed to be dead, but now that she's back, it's like she doesn't exist to Jack. She's too busy flitting around like a social butterfly; their connection lacks the substance it used to have. And that almost hurts more than losing her in the first place. She might use her sharp tongue to stand up to Jack and call her out on it, but Jack hasn't truly forgotten her. In fact, she might have a use for Camila down the road. She just doesn't know how to bring it up yet . . .
{ monkey-manda22 }
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Lawrence and Jack once loved to play dress-up with Camila. While he is best friends with her, Jack was only somewhat close to both of them. Sort of like fair-weather friends, more than anything, so it was not like they were a trio walking around Camp together. However, Lawrence did find Jack's tumultuous love life with Max intriguing enough. She would go to him for advice from time to time. It was his idea to do a big romantic gesture when they broke up once. She can't exactly return the favor. His love drama is way out of her league.
{ npc }๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Mona thinks she runs the camp, and Claudia probably lets her think that for the most part. No need to knock her down, not when her hold on things is so secure. Jack is very intimidated by Claudia and, without seeing the softer side of her, thinks she is impervious. She often assumes that Claudia barely knows who Jack is, which was only half-true. She didn't not notice the cute goth girl bouncing around. But what Claudia did do was reach out to Max once Jack didn't return with him. That was a pain she knows all too well. And a small part of Jack, even if she won't admit it, is grateful Claudia did. Jack doesn't even care if Max responded to her kindness or not. She won't ask. But she's glad someone tried to help him, someone who understood. Too bad that's all irrelevant now.
{ npc }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ ๐ธ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ When Jack arrived, Caspar found her a bit interesting. Goths are fun, are they not? He didn't even mind that much she had a boyfriend; things like that don't last. But when she was immune to his charms, he simply moved on. Why would he care or linger? Frankly, Jack seemed a bit boring under her exterior. The goth look was cool, but her personality was lacking in anything interesting. So this new Jack that's walking around Camp . . . she's at least a bit more intriguing. At least for a night. And he heard from her brother Theo that she's brought back some interesting things from her quest. He's a bit more inclined to find out what that means than he will admit.
{ npc }๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Though Lia and Jack are aware of one another, they don't have much bringing them together. It's not like Jack hangs out with V inside the Hermes cabin. They're pretty much doing anything to get away from there. Since returning, Jack kind of finds Lia to be childish. She's easy to overlook. Sure, she can play Capture the Flag better than anyone. She can fake a conversation at a party, but what else is there to her? A silly Instagram? That's not exactly what Jack values anymore, so the two of them really don't engage outside of niceties and training.
{ npc }๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ V is a weirdo, make no mistake. But as a goth outcast herself, Jack has always loved her fellow weirdos. In fact, she warmed up to V more than she expected. Jack had mostly surface relationships with most campers, even those she considered friends, but V was different. She could tell her anything. They don't have a lot in common on the surface, and sometimes, V got drained simply hanging out with Jack. But the Hades girl still seemed to have a soft spot especially for her. She got a little upset over anyone who kicked V's ass a little too hard in training. She played little games to help V connect with her more specific powers, as if finding something might convince her dad to claim her. Jack knew how much it sucked to go a long time without knowing your parent; she wanted to help. V appreciated the little gestures, even if she found them pointless sometimes. A reminder that she might be stuck in the cramped, boisterous Hermes cabin forever. Jack didn't necessarily want to listen to strange little facts about god knows what, but she also didn't mind. It was sweet, all this random stuff V knew about such odd topics. However, Jack tended to push V a little too far with the demi-god stuff. Yes, she hated seeing people mess with V, but didn't that mean it was her job as a friend to help V overcome that? Jack naturally excelled at combat; why couldn't V try a little harder and connect too? So that led to a few . . . not fights, per se, because V didn't really stand up for herself. But certainly a few episodes where V would try and avoid Jack and her "extra training hours" as much a possible. Jack meant well; she wanted V to feel more at home. But it certainly came across as a bit overbearing. V was gutted to lose one of the only people trying to tie her to Camp, and that added to her feeling even more distant from the demi-god haven. This new side of Jack doesn't exactly make sense, either. A lot of people are eager to welcome Jack back. They didn't truly know her that deeply, so they're more accepting of this new side of her. Perhaps it was always hiding under the surface. But V did know the real Jack. This girl is something different, something . . . broken. She's not so easy to trust and move on like everyone else is. Jack hasn't noticed yet, since V keeping her head down is quite normal. But she might eventually realize V isn't so interested in being close anymore, and that might be too hard to accept.
{ lonaxos }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ธ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Quinn loves getting into trouble alongside Mona, and as an occasional member in that little group, Jack found herself often forced to be the voice of reason. Most of the time, Quinn would stick out her tongue and carry on anyway. But Jack was not about to clean up the mess they all caused. So each of them kind of viewed the other as a fickle friend, where they both had more of a connection to Mona than one another. Yes, they liked each other just fine, but they weren't about to throw a slumber party and braid each other's hair while telling secrets all night. Since her return to Camp, Jack has found herself putting up with Quinn less and less. Yet she is forced to pretend the exact opposite. She thinks it's immature. Doesn't Quinn have any ambitions? These pranks are going to be meaningless in the long run, but now she is laughing alongside her and joining in the fun more than ever. She has a secret agenda, though. If Quinn's antics get her in the kind of trouble she can't talk her way out of, Jack can be there to bail her out . . . Because being owed a favor from Quinn could be of benefit to her. Maybe she wants someone so willing to disregard rules on her side when the time is right.
{ filthysoul }
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฒ ๐ฐ ๐ฑ ๐ธ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ธ ๐ธ โโโโโโโโ
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๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ At first, Jack hated Serena. They were claimed on the same day. Serena was better at everything. And gods, she was a chore dealing with. But the other girl couldn't keep up that hardened shell twenty-four-seven, so, inside the safe walls of Cabin Thirteen, Jack saw another side to her. They become as close as sisters who had known each other their whole lives. Yes, there was bickering involved. Sometimes even real fights that caused weeks of disputes. But they had each other's back no matter what. A very "I can shit talk my sister but I'll stick a knife to your throat if you do the same" connection. Serena brought out Jack's impulsiveness; Theo, her calm. Together, they accomplished quite a lot. Now that Jack is back, Serena is grateful to have her sister again. She was about ready to burn Olympus to the ground in retribution. { Theo might have been able to stop her, but no one is absolutely certain. } In fact, Serena was so stuck in the rage stage of grief that she never accepted Jack was gone. And now she doesn't have to . . .
{ npc }๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โฆ Jack kind of liked that Theo aired so much on the safe side; it was one less thing to worry about. Between the two of them, they could almost keep Serena from leaving absolute madness in her wake. Almost. The two of them were unbreakable. They often occupied the darkest corners together, practically inventing their own language in the way they could understand each other without even trying. It was the sibling Jack never knew she wanted. But the two of them definitely needed Serena to keep them in check with reality. Without her push, they'd be lost in the shadows. It's a balance, the Hades trio, but one that works best when they're all three together. Without Jack, things between Theo and Serena didn't run as smoothly. Theo is so glad to have Jack back that he's ignoring all the signs that something isn't right. He missed her so badly that he is willing to overlook all of it in the name of his family being reunited.
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โ ๐ฟ๐พ๐ป๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. โ
โโโโโโโโ ๐ท ๐ฐ ๐ณ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ ษขแดแด แดา แดสแด แด แดแดแด , แดษชษดษข แดา แดสแด แดษดแด แดสแดกแดสสแด | ษชแดแดแดสแดแดส | แดษชสสษชแดษด แดแดสแดสส }
Deity father of Jack, Serena, and Theo
โโโโโโโโ ๐ผ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐พ ๐ฝ โฆ ๐ฟ ๐ฐ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ แดแดษดsแดสแดแดษดแด | าษชาแดส-แดแดกแด | แดsแดษช แดแดสแดสแดs }
Jack's adoptive dad
โโโโโโโโ ๐ถ ๐ด ๐พ ๐ ๐ถ ๐ธ ๐ฐ โฆ ๐ฟ ๐ฐ ๐ป ๐ผ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ ษดแดสsแด | แด แดแดแดแดsแดแด แดแด แดแดกแดษดแดส-แดษชษขสแด | แดแดssษชแดแด แดสสแด }
Jack's adoptive mother
โโโโโโโโ ๐น ๐ฐ ๐ฝ ๐ด โฆ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ถ ๐ธ ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ สแดsแดแดแดสแดษดแด แดแดษดแดษขแดส | าษชาแดส | แดษดแด แด แด สแด สแดษขแดแดสแด }
Jack's birth mother
โโโโโโโโ ๐ ๐ด ๐ ๐ด ๐ฝ ๐ฐ โฆ ๐พ ๐ ๐ผ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐พ ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ แดแดแดแดแดส | แดแดกแดษดแดส-แดแดกแด | แด แดษขแด แดssแดสแดแดแดษดแด }
โ โ โ โ Serena got her anger issues from her mom. Well, probably also her dad. But her firecracker, roller derby-racing mom sure knew how to send a bitch flying, and if there's anything she taught Serena, it was how to not take shit from anybody. Being in the bright neon glow of the derby world was a strange childhood by many people's standards, but Serena loved it. Instead of having one badass mom to look up to, she had a whole team of them. { Plus, what else was there to do in Wyoming? }
โ โ โ โ Spoiled rotten by all the roller ladies, she was hardly ever told no in her young life. She got every toy she wished for. School was secondary to whatever her heart desired. And, yes, she wanted it all. Serena played every sport, though her favorite remains a tie between Krav Maga and aerial dancing. Don't point out a contradiction. Girls can crack open your nose and be incredibly elegant, thank you very much. She enjoyed learning the violin, despite being terrible. Her painting skills weren't as horrendous. And, oddly enough, she fell absolutely in love with collecting rocks.
โ โ โ โ However, when she tried to drop out of high school at sixteen, Serena's mother was not having it. She had to at least graduate. So she stuck it out for a few more years, but it started to fester something in her. Something about being told no for the first time didn't sit well with her. She tried lashing out to get expelled, but her principal was having none of that. { Never mind that her mother was secretly sleeping with him. } Instead, she got put into "reform classes," which only unleashed more fury.
โ โ โ โ She was on the precipice of her eighteenth birthday when everything came to a head. Serena really only had one friend, a fellow derby baby named Kathryn. But she had started to slip in with the wrong crowd โ and those bored, rural kids were not afraid of even the craziest drugs. Kathryn tried to peer-pressure Serena into a few things she wasn't ready for. Her refusal to accept Serena's no was one thing. Being in the middle of nowhere, completely lost, was already terrifying enough. The group decided to tie her to a tree and leave here there all night.
โ โ โ โ Before Serena knew what she was doing, she Shadow Traveled out of the bindings and cursed the kids who had abandoned her. Kathryn was dead before the sun rose, and Serena was never the same again. Of course, the police could find nothing about the source of the murder. She finished high school with her head down, bursting at the seams and exploding at even the smallest provocation. She was angry at the world. Angry at herself. Angry at everything.
โ โ โ โ When she was brought to Camp after graduation, some of it made sense, but not enough to quell the rage inside Serena. She trains harder than anyone, pouring her soul into the movements and techniques, but there's no heart in it. No passion. Just fury. And without that, she has no idea who she is. People still beat her all the time because she's out of control and reckless. Jack's death only made it worse. She didn't deserve to lose one of the only people close to her. Serena was equally upset with their father for letting it happen, but her return muddles all of that. She doesn't know how to feel about anything anymore.
โโโโโโโโ ๐ ๐พ ๐ ๐ฐ ๐ป ๐ธ ๐ฐ โฆ ๐พ ๐ ๐ผ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐พ ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ แดแดแดแดแดษดแด, แด แดสสส สแดแดแดส | าแดสแดส-sแดแด แดษด | ษดแดแดแดษชแด สแดษดแดษชส }
Serena's mother
โโโโโโโโ ๐ ๐ท ๐ด ๐พ ๐ณ ๐พ ๐ ๐ด โฆ ๐น ๐ฐ ๐ผ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ แดแดแดแดแดส | ษดษชษดแดแดแดแดษด | แดสแดแดแดแดกแดษด แดษดแด แดสsแดษด }
โ โ โ โ Theo was probably the most powerful of the three Hades children, until Jack's little jaunt in Tartarus "juiced her up" quite a bit. However, most people don't realize it. He hates combat and will always choose stealth over direct confrontation. When you have two sisters who will throw the punches for you, it's nicer to focus your talents on reconnaissance. But being one with the shadows is what has made him so incredibly gifted.
โ โ โ โ Theo can also be very nostalgic. That's why he always has that damned Polaroid camera and snaps a photo each time he wants to remember a special moment. After all, he lost almost all of his family mementos in a fire that burned down their home and all their possessions. That's why he cherishes these little things so much. People find him a bit bumbling and perhaps too naive for his own good.
โ โ โ โ It's true that he has not endured much in his life, unlike most demi-gods. He came to Camp right after the fire; his mom wasn't sure where he would be safe. And he's stayed here full-time since then. That destruction was devastating, but ever since, he's lived a very sheltered existence in the New York haven. Most people would be itching to get out, but honestly . . . the more Theo hears about the outside world, the less he wants to see it. He did get his GED online and is thinking of applying for an in-person university! But trusting himself? Out there?
โ โ โ โ The truth is, Theo is in-denial about a lot of things. He's the one who started that fire that changed his life, and at first, it wasn't an accident. It wasn't supposed to get out of hand, but still, Theo meant to do it. It was an attempt to save his family from a horrific monster. As a child of the Big Three, he attracts so many. He doesn't want to go out there, where his presence alone could hurt someone. He's got his gadgets. He's always trying to find new ways to meld weapons and technology. He just doesn't want to fight with them himself . . . not until he's sure he's capable. And when will his self-esteem let him believe that?
โโโโโโโโ ๐ด ๐ผ ๐ผ ๐ฐ โฆ ๐น ๐ฐ ๐ผ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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Theo's mother
โโโโโโโโ ๐ฐ ๐ฝ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ธ ๐ฐ โฆ ๐น ๐ฐ ๐ผ ๐ด ๐ โโโโโโโโ
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{ sแดแดแด แดษดแด | าษชาแดแดแดษด | สแดสสแด สแดษชสแดส }
Theo's half-sister