The Son of Hermes and the Daughter of Isis

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    Another private thread for you and I! I am going to write a book off of how this roleplay goes. I will play a son of Hermes, and you a Daughter of Ares. Sort of a demi-god lovestory. *wiggles eyebrows* How about it?


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    Name: Holly McMahon
    Age: 16
    Parent: Isis
    Looks:
    Weapon (include picture [s] peas):
    Special Powers: Magic, Divining
    Pet: Doesn't have one.
    Other: Heyo!

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    Okay, do you want to play the guy this time?

    YES! >:D

    Name: Matthew Sanders
    Age: 17
    Parent: Hermes
    Looks:
    Weapon: [img width=510 height=510]http://www.edgesofreality.com/…/collectible%20dagger.jpg[/img]
    Special Powers: Sneaking and trickery abilities, natural talent. Slip of hand, could be a mortal magician if wanted to be.
    Pet: [img width=420 height=510]http://s017.radikal.ru/i438/1111/96/7ff886f10b55.jpg[/img] - Mini Dragon
    Other: HEE HEE

    Accepted, dearie :) Start?

    Okay! I have used that picture of fairies before!

    Ooc: I don't remember that -evil grin-


    Matthew Sanders was not battling and sweating in the training arena like most other boys, trying to outwit and slice their opponent to smithereins. Instead, Matthew was relaxing beside the lake, legs stretched out and eyes closed with glee. What was the point of learning the art of war if you could outsmart your opponent and seize fighting all together?
    Winchester, Matthew's mini dragon, fired enough flames to light a torch, then screeched, the animal running in circles behind Matthew. Matthew raises an eyebrow at his animal, re-shutting his eyes.

    Holly McMahon was unconscious. She couldn't even remember being knocked out, just a BOOM, and then silence. She slowly blinked open her eyes, she saw up and looked around. Holly's green eyes felt hot and tired. She noticed a boy not far away. She reached for her wand, closing her fingers stiffly around it. She waved one hand at him cautiously.

    Matthew felt static, the hairs on his body standing straight. His head swiveled to the side, searching for the cause of such a random popping noise. Winchester was gone, probably playing with the pegasi. Standing up, Matthew eyes a girl sprawled on the ground. Well, if she was going to attract attention like that...

    "Well, if you aren't going to help me, then I'll get up all my my bloody self!" Holly snapped at him under her breath. She grabbed her staff, and used it to push herself to her feet. She looked around, her odd green eyes bright in the sunshine, her eyes lined with dark kohl. She wore an outfit made entirely out of cotton, but she was rocking it. "YOU!" she pointed at Matthew. "Where am I?"

    Matthew stares dumbfounded and points to himself. "Me? You? Camp Half-blood, weird girl. Why are you lying on the ground?" He asks, having the audacity to approach Holly. She was pretty, and whenever there was a pretty girl, Matthew thought of two things. One: What should I do? Run? Hide? Bow down? Two: Hehehe...

    Holly's eyes lit up with green fire. She pointed her wand at him. "Thanks. Now how do I leave? Who are you anyways? What country am I in? I need details." she snapped.

    Matthew rubs the tips of his fingers together, taking a casual seat beside Holly. "Well, if you'd like I can give you a tour, lunch and a smile." He grins, his stark white teeth showing. "I'm Martthew, son of Hermes."

    Holly frowned. He gave his name away so quickly? And Hermes? Wasn't he like, a Greek god, or something? "Pardon?" she asked.

    Matthew sticks his hands in his pockets, slightly annoyed in that boy way. Matthew had always been the patient one, though. "Eh, food? The thing you eat."

    "Not about the food!" Holly snapped, she was snapping a lot lately. "What do youse mean, Son of Hermes?"

    "Hermes, god of Thieves and Trickery. You can't trust most of them." Matthew explains, motioning at a building. "This is Camp- Halfblood where all the children of the gods go."