Posts by Azureclaw

OOC: Sorry 0~0 My phone isn't any good at these things and it's just gotten worse I'll try harder next time...really sorry

IC: Marth cringed as his foot stepped on a metal plate and it scraped, creating a rather grating noise. He eventually found a brush, whatever was left of it anyway. As he turned he noticed the rather awkward scene going on behind him. 'Well isn't that adorable?' he thought to himself. 'I need to whizz...' he thought.

OOC: I'll look into it, thanks for the heads up :) and yeah I know what you mean, it's like they're purposefully out to ruin your life

IC: Marth walked of very far to go before he splashed some water on his hands to wash them and squirted some alcohol onto his hands from the first-aid kit, he wasn't a germophobe, but he liked to be clean. As he returned he noticed that the car's paint job was coming along, he quietly slipped in next to Cassie and whispered "Hey, remember that guy from the dream? He's back. And now I have some more info, we only have about 12 days left before the monsters start moving out to find us...sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but we better start to move. I know you're already hurrying, don't worry though, they're disorganized, although I really shouldn't underestimate..." By now Marth was just rambling off and thinking about all the possibilities and issues.

OOC: Yeah, but I guess there's no rest for the weary in their minds T^T

IC: Marth's rambling slowed down as Cassie spoke and he gave a weak smile and a small nod. The brush that he had was rather large. However, half the bristles were missing. It still served its purpose very well and eventually he got into the rhythm of painting. Soon, with both of them working diligently, the car would be done and they'd be able to start for real.

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IC: Marth moved methodically with the brush and was almost so absorbed in painting that he didn't hear poor Raven almost get a concussion. Without looking up he asked aloud "You alright ?" He stood up slightly from his slouched position and stretched his back, and massaged his hand and moved it to ensure it wouldn't cramp. "Almost like I'm writing an essay..." he mumbled to no one in particular. However, Marth quickly continued, as he stooped back down to continue his painting.

OOC: That's admittedly what I was worried about, but yeah, If I knew more about it I would definitely join

IC: Marth nodded and stood back, he was almost done anyway. He stretched a bit and shivered despite himself. He brushed his hair back with his fingers in a vain attempt to get it to settle into less of a mess. He gave up after a few attempts and resigned himself to the messy rat's nest he had.

OOC: alright...so its a plan ;)

IC: Marth shook his head and gave a smile. "I'd like to think so." he said and laced his hands together behind his head. "I have the bed head that says I slept." he said and attempted to tuck a stray strand of hair back into line 'I knew I should've cut my hair while at camp.' he thought with slight dejection.

OOC: Alright... I'll go check it out

IC: Marth took a good long look at Cassie's face, she was raring to go, she needed to get done, or else she wouldn't rest. Marth finally stepped back with a begrudging nod and took a few steps back. "More sleep won't do me and good, but I am going to go find some food, I'll be back...soon." He said. With that he turned around and walked to the exit, he was an accomplished woodsman, and by the time sunset came, he'd be back with whatever edible material he could find. As he walked, he thought to himself how few bird calls there were as the chorus of birds gave way to the orchestra of crickets and other nocturnal animals. He soon came across a bush with small round berries he recognized, they were called Bird's Eye berries due to the small black dot on the tip and the golden-yellow coloring of the ripe fruit. After somemore foraging, he had gathered a small array of various roots, berries, and wild vegetables. He figured they'd make a good enough stew, so he walked back to camp and rummaged in his bag to find the collapsable pot he usually carried. As he lit a small fire with some wood, he poured whatever water he had left and it seemed they would have just enough. As he prepared the food he hummed to himself and then waited for the stew to cook.

|Alexander|Metterneff|Shreave|

Nickname: My mother and close friends call me Lex

Gender: Male

Age: 19 years old

Caste #: 1

Personality (at least 6 sentences *Put effort into this please*):
" When first spoken to, I guess I can come off as a playboy? But, really this has got me nervous, there's going to be 35 girls? And I am the one to send them home, changing their lives forever? No thanks. My father says I need to be more realistic and to take charge and "be a man", but what does that even mean?"
As stated previously, Alexander can come off as a playboy, his gallant manner, his words, they are all focused on making the person he's speaking to feel enchanted. He was bred for this moment and groomed by his mother and father, the king and queen. He is also seemingly, a very relaxed person and at first glance he seems to be very talented in all fields. To be blunt however, he's a klutz, he sometimes gets nervous and he ends up saying the wrong thing which can insult to other person, although he never means for it. He is also very determined to give every girl a fighting chance, he hates being told "No.", he can be immature that way. Also, secrets are a big thing to him, he's a little nosy. His love for the arts is unmatched by many, as a young child he could be found in the library, reading. He also loves music and art, dancing never intrigued him as he was more forced to learn than anything. As can be seen, on the outside, Alexander is the perfect prince. However, on the inside, he's terrified, the responsibility he holds in his hands is massive to him. He also fights bouts of depression at times and those will be the times that no one seems to be able to get to him. He normally locks himself in a dark room and won't come out for nearly a week. This is a carefully hidden fact in the royal family, only the head maid and a few of the royal guard know about this predicament.

Appearance (at least 4 sentences): Alexander has a head of dark hair that is straight, but left alone, it can grow into an unruly mess. His eyes are normally a strange combination of olive green and gray blue. He's average in height at 5 "7 and he has a scar on his back from a climbing expedition gone wrong with his cousin. He's muscular and toned, his body is the lean type, with visible muscles, but not like a hulking juggernaut either.

History (at least 5 sentences):
- Family ties to other countries? A Swedish prince through his mother's side
- Past castes in your family? Mother used to be a 4 then married to the king through the Selection
- Deaths in the family? No one mentions it, but Alexander's younger brother died in said climbing expedition.
- Other? Other than his family, he has strong ties with the servants of the castle and he counts them among his friends.
Family:
- Mother? Queen- Elysia Alexandra Shreave
- Father? King- James Michael Shreave
- Brother(s)? Younger, deceased "Mark James Shreave"
- Sister(s)?

Job in Caste: He's the prince? I don't really think he has something else except for this.

Past Relationships (this should be blank unless you wish to be scandalous): N/A

Maids (list names and roles (i.e. Head maid and two regulars)):
- Head Maid: Magnolia Harier
- Other Maid: Seffran Medi
- Other Maid: N/A

Other: None

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IC:Marth looked up from the pot, "Stew, I learned to make it while I was on the run to Camp Half-Blood." He answered. He looked back down at the pot and tasted it, 'Needs some flavor...and more salt.' He thought to himself. "Cassie, tend to this please, I'll be back within a few minutes, this stew is in desperate need of herbs." He said. Then, without waiting for a response, he did an about face and ran off, he had to hurry or the ingredients would overcook. He was thorough and soon he had come across a myriad of wild herbs such as clove and he was even lucky enough to find some Sea Leaves, named so for the salty substance that it excretes when mashed. He jogged back and prepared the herbs as fast as he could without cutting himself and threw them in. Finally, he mashed the leaves and drained the semi-clear liquid into the pot. "There." he said with a sigh. "Thanks, Cassie." he said and then turned his attentions back to the pot.

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IC: Marth happily responded "Berries, herbs, roots, and few wild vegetables." After a few more seconds, he announce loudly that it was time to eat and he began to pour out bowl after bowl in an ssortment of pots and pans he'd scavenged and cleaned earlier. As he ate, it reminded him of the times he'd been forced to run for his life, 'Ah...good times." He thought to himself.

OOC: Hey The Writer ;)

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IC: Marth shrugged and then arched his eyebrows to look at Cassie, "You're the brains of the operation Cassie, is Washington still a place to go, or has our destination changed?" He asked, finishing his stew he held the pot and bent down, beginning to clean it out with sand as he waited for Cassie to respond.

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IC: Marth laughed and almost rolled his eyes, "Cassie, I don't think anyone here is older than 16." He finished "sand-washing" his plate and placed it in a pile. "But now that we have an actual destination, I think we should start off at the earliest time possible. Which means we should probably hit the hay now, which is just my advice, but I'll take the first watch." Marth volunteered.

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IC: Marth looked up at first with surprise, then seeing her finish quickly, he decided he'd have to ask about it later. Then Holly, of course asked the obvious, he gave her a glare, not that that would be able to stop her from asking further questions. "I'll be taking my leave to take first watch." he said and walked off.

OOC: sorry for the long post, hoping I'm not flooding

IC: Marth walked around the dark forest, he was careful where he walked, the forest was alive with life. Even though, being a son of Ares, most nature was fine with his presence. The dryads watched from near their trees and occasionally giggled as he waved at them. After walking for some time, he stopped near a huge oak and stumbled over a root by accident and Marth hands landed roughly onto the bark. On the tree branch above, a glow meant that the nymph of the tree had appeared. He looked up with surprise, mostly Dryads this old never appeared for anyone besides gods. She was young, but her voice betrayed her age. It was melodic, and reminded one of the sound of wind whispering through the branches. There was almost a magic aura to her as she jumped down, her leafy dress ruffling outwards. "Hey, klutz." she said 'And the magic's gone.' He thought. "I come at the request of the forest, she pleads to give you this." She said with a flourish and in my hand appeared three acorns. Marth looked up to question her, but she was gone. 'Damn Dryads." he said aloud and stored them in his pocket and continued his patrol before arriving back at the camp. "Hey Cassie," he said "how's she handle?" he asked, and waited before she responded, 'I should probably ask about the acorns.' he thought and resolved to do just that after Cassie responded.

OOC: Alright :)

IC: Marth scratched the back of his head and thought of a way to explain the acorns that wouldn't make it seem as if he were insane, before he finally realized, 'I'm a demigod, I live in a mystical camp protected by a pine tree, insane is everyday for these people.' He finally said aloud "Do you have any idea why the forest would ask a dryad to give me these?" He produced the tiny seeds from his pocket, they still resonated with an ethereal, green glow. "If not, any ideas on how to use them? Or at least who to ask?" he was started to over-think and continued to speak in fragments, walking back and forth.

OOC: Inky, can you make me one of the fancy posts, sorry for the inconvenience I just really have no clue how to make them

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OOC: Blue please ;) thanks

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OOC: Nothing much has happened, the car's ready and Cassie has a fake license no one knew about, and we're leaving for Washington in the morning, hope this helps

IC: Marth looked down at the seeds and huffed, "The dryad didn't deign to give me an answer, she only handed them to me." He fingered one and moved it across her palm. "I don't really know what they do, but I have a feeling if you ask a dryad, they'd tell you...but I don't know if I can get anything out of them apart from giggles...." He trailed off and then looked up at Cassie "Any ideas on how to ask trees what to do with these?" He almost cringed as he said it 'Never thought that sentence would pass my lips.' he thought.

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