Posts by ALIAS MCARTHUR

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ALIAS MCARTHUR - no nicknames / Zeus demigod / lovely silver-haired sinnamon roll / FC: lucky blue smith
- charming, loyal, manipulative, charismatic, sarcastic, arrogant, proud, conflicted, greif-filled, masked, sociable
- he's very loyal, but only really to his close friends. he'll either like you and automatically add you to his group or he won't and will basically ignore you or be passive aggressive
- he has some past trauma that he doesn't talk about
- kind of a flirt even when he doesn't mean to be

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Why was he here?

Alias had been asking himself that question every day since he had arrived. That was three days ago. He had long since figured out the answer: he had nowhere else to go. Yes, there was a nice house and an even nicer inheritance waiting for him in Manhattan, but that wasn't his home anymore. He couldn't go back. Every time he stepped through the front down he'd replay the events of that night over again, retracing his steps, haunted by the flashes of blood that should not have been spilled. But he couldn't sell the house either. Perhaps because it used to be his home, or perhaps because he couldn't quite let go of his past; and that was a problem. But I sure as hell can act like it never happened, he reminded himself.

Nobody would know.

So, here he was, charming smiles and charismatic words never faltering under the tension that twisted and molded thickly around every body. He had made himself busy over the past few days, needing something to distract himself from the grief that would like a lesion in the pit of his stomach. A voice pulled his cerulean oculars from the dusty ground at the base of his tent, and he noticed two- no there was a third approaching them now- demigods that he didn't recognize. They would have to be a good enough distraction, so Alias pushed himself off of the ground and wiped his now dirt-pressed hands against each other, approaching them silently.

"I'm Alias," he dove right into introductions, seeing that nobody was speaking at the moment. He lips curved into a nice smile at the edges as he crossed his arms over one another, glancing at the fire they were all so captivated by. "We haven't met before. I've been here a few days already."

// dude, classy, they don't know they're brothers yet… this is monumental
also managed to find a fetus alias
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Alias always packed more than he needed. He always regretted it during the process of lugging his suitcases across the rough terrain of Olympian Hill towards the Zeus cabin, and that was the stage he was at now. A slim sheen of sweat had graced his forehead during the process, matting silver hair like a halo around his temples. This wasn't necessarily a hard task, he had been through much more daunting quests during his first summer at Olympian Hill alone, but this was Alias' third trip from the entrance of the camp to his room, and the sun was reigning down on his shoulders much too heavily. "Screw you too, Apollo." Alias cursed the sun God in the heat of the moment (no pun intended).

Alias collapsed onto his mattress with a long sigh when the last of his bags were finally within the confines of his room. The bed was hard and uncomfortable, and he wished he had remembered to get another mattress for this summer, but it was familiar and for that Alias was grateful. The Zeus demigod lifted his upper body from the bed, eyeing the luggage slung haphazardly around his room. He knew he could have packed less, but the male had lived with an excess of luxury his whole life, and habits were always hard to break. Alias stood up, taking only a moment to decide that he didn't feel like unpacking his things, so he left the room.

Familiar faces were easy to spot. There was Ava and Stevie, but the presence of his half-brother, Jackson, was enough to halt any desire to greet them first. You'd think that when someone finds out they have a long lost sibling they would immediately want to start making up for lost time, or form that sacred brotherly bond (like in the movies); Alias and Jackson seemed to take the opposite route, which was to avoid and ignore each other at all costs. It seemed like a goal of Alias' to act like they weren't related in any way, shape, or form. Alias prided himself in the fact that he considered himself much more fun than Jackson, whom he thought followed the rules too strictly. Why his half-brother wasn't a captain already was unbeknownst to Alias, maybe his determination too closely resembled desperation.

Alias looked past the trio, a supple crowd drawing his attention as it grew fuller with more bodies. More familiarity coveted his attention in the form of Micah and Petra, who looked to still be hovering along the periphery of the busier portions of the camp. Alias knew the two from many annual months at camp, so he skirted around Ava, Stevie, and Jackson, giving a mock salute to Ava (who seemed to be in a hurry) as he passed. "Oh captain, my captain", was his short greeting to her alone, but he didn't neglect to flash Stevie a charming grin.

It didn't take long for the long limbed boy to reach Micah and Petra, and the last snippets of their conversation reached his ears with ease. He lifted an eyebrow, looking between the two with a curved smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. Alias couldn't tell if the two were trying to flirt and failing miserably, or if being reacquainted after long absences were simply just stress inducing for them.

"I could feel the awkwardness from the Zeus cabin, guys, and it's only the first day. You should leave that to Stevie and Jo." Alias was never a gentle participant in conversations, but the way he spoke sounded neither brash nor rude, and the grin he bore was often used to blur rough edges into smooth seams. "Anyways, did both of you get here today?"

// sorry this took so long!!!
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how do you think petra and alias would get along? i posted that he knew her, but didn't really know what their relationship would be like.