Camp Half Blood

[shippingmath]

Welcome, Demigods!

"If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Being a half-blood is dangerous."

[Basically, if you've ever wanted to throw your character into the world of Heroes of Olympus, now you can! Make them a Greek demigod! Make them Roman! Make them a Satyr if you want. Just make it so that they've always been here (If they have, all the better for them.) Post with a few options, or let people respond with their own! Have fun.]

Comments

[cephalopodcounselor]

"To eat" was probably the most vital portion of that statement. Without that qualifier I'd have no choice but to laugh.

[shippingmath]

You're determined to reduce me to a wreck today, ain't you?

[cephalopodcounselor]

You have to let me have my fun if I'm going to help you re-hone your wits.

[shippingmath]

If that's the case, I'll go somewhere else.

[He even almost gets back up.]

[cephalopodcounselor]

[Rose rolls her eyes.]

And who is going to help you instead? You've already informed me that no one else here is a worthy enough adversary for you.

No pain no gain, Strider.

[shippingmath]

I'll go on a quest. To find a proper snark trainer. Chiron is sure to grant my request.

[cephalopodcounselor]

Chiron is as likely to grant your request as Mr D is to be able to drink wine. In other words, you're 50 years too early.