Alrighty!! Would you mind being from Camp Jupiter? I've already come up with my charrie for the House of Life. :-)
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-Veronica (Ron) Rode
-Female
-15 years
-Ron is neither tall, nor short. She's also not particularly skinny, although her movement does have a willowy quality to it. She has shoulder length mouse brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin and a smile that makes you want to lock up all your family heirlooms after counting all of them twice. She's almost always in a faded blue hoodie, tan cargo pants and scuffed up sneakers.
-Ron is a prankster. She loves to joke around, often using herself or her friends as the base of the joke. She never means to insult those who don't deserve it (if you're a bully, expect a lot of shaving cream pranks) but often accidentally goes too far. She knows when to be serious, although she hardly ever puts it into practice since she takes it upon herself to lighten the mood when everyone is gloom-and-doom. She's very loyal and will stop her never-ending stream of jokes to defend her friends ferociously.
-Hermes
-She can pick a lock with her mind, but only when there is zero things she wants to look at, listen to, talk to or smell. Can teleport slightly, although this is an instinctive thing. She has to be in bad danger with no weapon and no way out before she teleports to the last place she was fairly safe. (Typically only puts her around fifteen feet away from the danger, which gives her a head start.) Her last power(and most frequently used) is the power of attraction. Not to boys (much to her dismay and pleasure, depending on Ron's mood) but to small, unclaimed objects like pens and coins and bobby pins and pocket lint. They typically just appear in her hoodie pocket or in one of her cargo pants pockets. Is basically uncontrollable. She can try to control it (say she wanted food; she could try focusing on the idea of food) but it doesn't typically work. (A pair of pizza patterned leggings, an unshelled acorn, a hunk of raw meat)
-Scavenger
-Ron had been going to Camp Half-Blood from the ages eight to twelve. As she matured, so did her power. It went from random things like cool rocks, to important ones, like expensive jewelry, books and daggers. The last one was particularly worrying, since her fellow campers didn't want to have to worry about loosing their weapon in the midst of battle. So, they 'asked' (Ron says they told her none too politely) to leave once it became apparent she couldn't control it. She left Camp Hal-Blood and wandered for a while, surviving only just. Her finding Camp Rouge at age thirteen was totally accidental and relied a lot on angry griffens who wanted their gold back.
-Ron's weapon of choice is daggers, although she doesn't completely suck at using a sword.
-Ron ducked her head and kept running as the griffen dove at her head, throwing the gold that was filling up her pockets behind her shouting: "That's yours! So is that! And that! You're welcome!" and things like that. She'd figured out that once verbal claim was spoken about an object, it didn't reappear in her pockets, which she was grateful of. Unfortunely, griffens don't speak so Ron was basically trying to stop the tide with a tiny bottle-cork. She muttered some choice words that would have made her mother wince and scold her good and proper as she chucked a thick, tarnished gold necklace over her shoulder. Why her? And why griffens?? Of all the monsters she could have encountered, she walked through the territory of a gold-hoarding, speechless feather-brain who would not leave her alone. She was sure that, by now, she was at least a mile out of the beasts territory. Right after she threw a blunted bronze knife over her shoulder("Here! Take that you stupid winged hyena! It's yours!") she felt a weird tugging sensation in her hands and feet and a super-quick upset stomach. Oh great, Ron thought, then braced herself. Sure enough, her vision blurred then cleared and she was ten feet away from where she had last been standing. She stumbled, then resumed her race against the griffen. When she reached the crest of a hill, however, she saw an unexpected safe-haven. That is if they weren't opposed to accidental kleptomaniacs. Ron decided to take the chance and charged down the hill, still throwing griffen treasure behind her. As soon as her foot passed an invisible boundary, she felt her pockets grow instantly heavy again. But at least she was safe from the griffen. She heard someone shout, then spotted a really angry boy stomping towards her. Her automatic response was, of course, to joke. "I hate going on a stroll. You think it will be fine and that you'll meet new friends when actually you just make big screeching enemies. Care to help a girl out?" She smiled awkwardly, lifting her hands so he could see she was unarmed before noticing she had a necklace in one hand and a random gold bar in the other. "And J'm not a thief," she added a little sheepishly.
-Other: She's definitely a rouge. x3 -
Ron leaned back against a stunted tree trunk, rubbing her arms. Attack Camp Half-Blood? Capture Percy? Was that really necessary? Her hands dropped to the pocket of her hoodie and she shoved them inside it, too lost in thought to notice the drachma and chess piece her fingers found in there. If she was bitter about Camp Half-Blood telling her to leave, she would have been celebrating this announcement with everyone else. But she understood their reasoning and didn't hold a grudge. She ducked her chin a little before reaching up and pulling her hood over her head and sticking her hands back into her pocket, somewhat trying to hide from the rest of the campers at Camp Rouge. Who knows what Kit and Cammy would do if they found out she had torn loyalties about this.
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I can probably do any of the seven if needed. Leo I know I could do, although Ron and his personality being similar might make him a little less in character. I could also do Hazel or Piper, possibly Jason. Basically, what I'm trying to say is I can have whoever I need to. x3
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Ron sighed and stood, lifting her shoulders in an abrupt shrug. "No use moping around, Rode," she muttered to herself, heading towards the cabin. As she entered, she paused to drop the chess piece and drachma into the cardboard box with the words: 'I found this in my pocket, please claim soon -Ron' scribbled onto it in thick black Sharpie. She grabbed her dagger, sheath and all, and fastened it to her belt before heading out of the cabin and towards the training area.
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Could you do Piper? She's going to be pretty important
Yep! I can do Pipes. :3