I've edited mine for you, Ticko.
I'm new to the subject of Fancyposts so bear with me, please.
Posts by Redfeatherstar
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[size=7pt]Thanks to Silent for making this!! <3[/size][sup]IC;;Header - Title Text
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Aaaaaaah, thank you. The text code was just a reminder to myself. I'm drawing the background.
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You can take me off, Silent. I'll be a while.
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*rolls away* I'm sorry, Star... :( I'm very lost and have no muse for Kyntak... I don't think I ever will... Sorry...

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tiger pattern! cx
[/fancypost][/fancypost]IT CHANGES COLORS!! WHAT?!

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I was randomly stating one of my OC's names. Sorry to spoil YOUR dreams, Star. XD
Lol. XD
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We already had thanksgiving.
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OOC: Oh dear God what happened here? I see we got some new people. Sorry I haven't been on in forever... School is being a pain and when I do have time, I can't write Oliver correctly... >_<
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OOC: There isn't any possible way I can jump in.... Is there?
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OOC: Dansdan07, is your character free?
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OOC~ define 'free' bid u mean not doing anything than yes and relationship wise also yesOOC: Sorry, I meant not doing anything. I'll hop in with you, if that's not a problem.
And yay!
depressed/angry Oliver is fun to write...IC: Oliver walked into the infirmary, walking into the last conversation he wanted to be in. The campers were talking about how long they'd been in camp. Oliver decided to linger in the door for a moment before entering. As Japheth started saying something about empousai, the demigod leaned in beside Daniel. "Hey," he muttered, trying to keep his voice low, so to not be noticed. Oliver had originally came to the infirmary to ask Joe something but now he wanted to be noticed as little as possible. All he needed was his sour mood to get worse.
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(Note to self: p.3, I'll forget if I don't write it here)
IC: Oliver half crouched half sat beside Daniel, giving him a look. "I'm not," he muttered with little conviction. "Anyways, " He continued, trying to mask the irritation in his voice with a thud on the ground, forgetting to be quiet. Oliver noticed his actions as Josephine called out a greeting and momentarily paused his conversation with Daniel to reply.
“Nothing, I was just going to ask you about something.” Oliver's voice lost most of it's tone as he realized she wasn't going to continue the others' conversation with him. And then Joseph continued to speak with Pita. Even if he was not part of the conversation, it still put him on edge. “I-it's not important...” He lied. “I don't even know why I bothered, you probably couldn't answer it anyway... But yeah, naps can do a lot.” Oliver said, rubbing he cheek as he looked at Celest. She may be able to answer it, she did have an idea about that thing earlier... He couldn't remember what it was, his sleepy brain muddling his thoughts.
Either way, she probably didn't want to be bothered about some 'dream' he had right now. He wasn't a medic like either Joes, but he did know she needed rest.
OOC: Oh dear that was confusing.. Sorry. And yes, a 'dream'.
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I'll bump this for you, and I can give you a brief summary if needed.
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Name: Amber Davvies
Gender: Female
Parent: Aeolus
Age: 14
Years at camp: 6
Claimed?: Yeah
Looks: Wild brown hair, hazel eyes, freckled, rather short and scrawny
Personality: Has a sense of humor, and fiercely determined. Do not ask her to hold back or stay behind. She is desperate to prove her strength and loyalty to the main twelve Olympians.
Crush/Gf/Bf: None
Weapon: Mildly competent with a bow, but prefers her double daggers.
Other: NopeFor Missy:
Joseph smiled and poked Celest's bruise in a couple spots and rubbed it. "This I learned from Asclepius. It cuts off a couple nerves signals and soothes the pain," he said to Celest. He then turned his head to Pita and revealed his pearly white, gentle doctor smile. "I just need to check your hairs for any signs of leftover monster DNA, such as blood, hair, etc. There's been an increase of attacks, so I need as many samples from our patients to enter into the database."
---Joespehine rolled her eyes. "You and recording stuff. How on earth are you a Hermes kid, being so organized," she teased. She tilted her head at Oliver and gave him a concerned look. "Do you wanna talk after I fix up Alfie?" asked Joe, almost positive that something was still bothering him.
IC: Oliver nodded slightly. "Uh, sure." He replied. Perhaps talking with Josephine would help with what he was feeling and it was quite possible she might know what was going on. After all, he had found out that her being a Hermes kid didn't damper her fighting skills. An ill-humored thought that she might be a child of Ares popped into Oliver's head and he dismissed it with a sharp tap on the floor with his fingers. Wincing in slight pain and of how stupid his idea was, the demigod rationalized with himself that she was already claimed by Hermes and therefore could not be a child of Ares. He hit his hand against the wooden floor once again and winced, feeling a small amount of tears well up in his eyes. This time not from pain.
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Ooc~ Sleep is for the weak!OOC: Unless you like sleep. Oh and my gods, sorry about how long this post is! *_* I think I let Oliver rant a bit too much....
IC: Oliver laughed half-heartedly, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "Ah, I'd tell you it's nothing but that'd be a lie." He slid down the wall, resting his head on his hand, looking away from Joe. "It's just a dream... Small thing to get worked up about, but it's a thought that made me lose it..." He made a noise between a chuckle and a sigh. "Dreams... I was always told that..." Oliver's voice broke and he tried again, fingering a burnt bead on his camp necklace.
"I've been told for all my f-fifteen years, that dreams were a message from your mom or dad with advice. You know, something to help you along the way." He shifted his head a bit and rested his hands on his knees. "All it did was piss me off. I could see them but the image..." Oliver closed his eyes, no longer caring about his composure. He started to sob softly but tried to continue anyway.
"I was going to... A-ask Celest about it, because s-she knew. She knew. But she wouldn't remember, be..ecause of what she went through today... P-probably. You offered a-and I doubted you. You aren't a c-child of Athena. But I-I've under...underestimated you be..efore. You f-fight like a c-child of Ares but..."
Oliver's voice became shrill. "YOU WERE C-CLAMED." He barely managed to choke out the last word before losing it completely. "T..th..they a..all ar..re."
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OOC: Woah what. I'm alive.
Um... Celestic, would it be okay if I still roleplayed here? I know I haven't been on but I'll be able to catch up and try to be on as much as possible, even if my schedule got a lot tighter.
You know, also if Missy, you don't mind if I continued going on with my little mental Oliver.

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OOC: Oh that's too bad...
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Not sure, but she says she's still banned for about a week and a half more.
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Daniel was walking across camp and felt another soul one of malice and pure hate fill him. His eyes went from calm stormy grey to a sick green. He had been possessed.OOC: Page 67, Celestic ^^
Do we need more dudes? I can arrange that.