Name: Lauretta Renato
Age: 26 (Physical), 394 (years alive)
Roman Godparent: Bellona
Graecia Cohort Position: Consul
Personality: Surprisingly witty and sassy, Lauretta isn't the type of person one immediately imagines when they try to picture consul. However, Lauretta is fiercely protective of her family, be it the Salacia's Treasure's crew or the whole of New Rome and New Athens. She has a strong sense of justice and excellent motherly instincts, and will do whatever it takes to take care of her loved ones. She isn't a stickler for protocol or tradition, preferring comfort over rules. But in the end, she does a great job as a legionnaire, pirate and mother, and if you threaten the people she cares about, you're in for a world of pain.
History: Bellona, goddess of warfare on enemy soil and destruction, was intrigued by the British army. Powerful, driven... she could respect that. As she looked from above at the various ranks, she decided to investigate one offshoot currently in Barbados.
When she landed, she was impressed. The troops had seemingly completely taken over their enemy's land. Disguising herself as a British woman, she went over to one of the officers.
"Excuse me, sir."
He turned around, shocked. "You. Who are you? You're not one my troops' wives, are you? We were to bring no one with us."...................Read More
Name: Lyle Guo
Roman Godparent: Stata Mater
Graecia Cohort Position: Consul
Personality: Once a bright and cheerful young boy who was eager to live his life, Lyle has since been hardened by a world that wasn't ready to accept him for who he was. While still retaining a portion of who he once was, he now has a more serious like nature to him. It wasn't a complete rework of his identity, as deep down Lyle is still the same person he was just more reserved. He knows when to take things more seriously as when a stricter personality is required. Being a praetor in Camp Jupiter taught him well in both leadership and responsibility, with his more mature nature now displaying those characteristics quite well. While not necessarily favouring the stricter side that comes along with a leadership position, there's no doubting that Lyle is quite good at separating emotions from leadership...
History: Guo Donghai was a proud Chinese immigrant living in a pre-World War I Los Angeles. A very white dominant society wasn't quite welcoming to their new "Japanese" neighbour, and made sure to let their distain be known. Despite the sour taste in the mouth of his neighbours, Donghai was still able to find success in a world that outsiders didn't want him apart of. Having major shares in an insurance company, purchased for him by his father back in Beijing, Guo Donghai was set for life come his immigration to America.
Having immigrated in January of 1910, Donghai had two successful years as the major share holder of his insurance company. His less than pleasant neighbours had finally had enough of a "Japanese" immigrant having more power than they did in town and took it upon themselves to set the building ablaze. Showing up to an already burning building in the middle of the night, Donghai rushed inside to save any documents and files he could as to not have to start from scratch with nothing. The ash and smog swirled through his nostrils and into his lungs before he could even reach the head office, tears streamed down his cheeks as the smoke stung at his eyes. Before he knew it, Donghai had collapsed to the floor. While not a religious man, he prayed to whoever would listen to save him and his business. Ashes seared his clothes, and the next thing he felt was his body engulfed in a cooling like flame that rushed him elsewhere, all before exhaustion set in....................Read More
Name: Jesse Villarreal
Age: 20 y/o
Roman Godparent: Tartarus
Graecia Cohort Position: Centurion
Personality: The most obvious thing someone would note when they look at Jesse is that he's completely unlike what a Centurion usually acts like. Some, in their heads, may equate centurions to being serious, militaristic and ready to fight at a moment's notice. Jesse is all of those things, don't get him wrong, but on a day to day basis? You'd be right in thinking he was a Greek demigod because he lacks some of the seriousness that's often attributed to the Roman ones. As a son of Tartarus and a legacy of Apollo, often the inherent traits within him are fighting for which influences his personality more and the only reason he resembles a son of Apollo rather than a son of Tartarus is due to the upbeat positivity that he grew up with. It's not a stretch to call Jesse a silly person and it's very fair to describe him as a trickster. Simply put, Jesse enjoys having fun and having a bright personality. He's sure his Dad's probably seething down in Tartarus itself that he's not constantly doom and gloom with a hint of seriousness but, if he's honest, he couldn't care less. Jesse inherited the positivity that his mother seemingly tried to repress throughout her life and he's determined to not fit in a neat box - it's much more fun to break whatever mould people pre-emptively put him in...
Some would call Lily Villarreal-Fletcher the best surfer in all of Malibu whilst others would simply call her a child of the sun. A woman whose energy knew no bounds, Lily's zest for life was unparalleled and often times did people look in with envy on how she was able to achieve the surfer-girl aesthetic whilst maintaining some academic prowess. Those who lived around her never failed to notice that, as she lived carefree, her family was regimented and strict and many would wonder just how it happened. How did the parents that seemingly never waver on anything who had uniformed son after uniformed son have such an untamed, wild daughter? From her eccentric fashion to frizzy, unruly hair that had a mind of it's own, Lily stood out in her family no matter what. Such carefree attitudes and a love for life and it's experiences was what initially attracted Apollo, enamouring him with how the mortal woman approached life's challenges and tackled them. She responded well to his charming, suave ways and their love affair was one of fiery passion that started as weeks, then months, then years. Apollo introduced a new level of carefree, sun-filled adventure into Lily's life and, as she had done so before, she matched his energy and was determined to have fun with it. Few on Olympus could remember the last time a mortal had captivated the sun God and some, namely Aphrodite, watched eagerly to see how the love story would pan out. ...................Read More
Name: Marigold Prescott
Age: 24 y/o
Roman Godparent: Mercury
Graecia Cohort Position: Centurion
Personality: One could describe Marigold as a mix between a squirrel who's had too much caffeine and a goblin that only collected shiny trash. She is very energetic and highly extroverted to the point that she fears being alone. She genuinely enjoys meeting new people and spending time with them. She is fiercely loyal and trusting to both her friends and her camp and would kill gods to save them. Despite her constant high energy and squirrel like tendencies, she is a level-headed quick-thinker when she needs to be.
History: "She is beauty. She is Grace. She is going to punch your face." This was the crowd's chant from the sidelines as Hanna Grey strode around the ring her arms stretched wide to embrace the enthusiasm resounding through the stadium. Turning back towards her opponent who was lying dazed on the ground, she scaled the turnbuckle behind them, turned toward the middle of the ring, and jumped. Hanna elbow dropped her opponent and the referee declared her the winner of the match.
The crowd went wild as she took another victory lap before leaving the ring. People shook their posters will such writings as "WE LOVE YOU MISS VAL" and "#1 MISS VAL". Hanna took her time getting out of her wrestling gear. She took her shower, changed into her plain clean clothes, and packed her bag....................Read More
Name: Mickey Kováč
Age: 2410, but appears 30
Roman Godparent: Mors
Graecia Cohort Position: Senator
Personality: Mickey is tired. Mickey is truly, honestly, wholly just so fucking tired. Her life weighs on her constantly. Every mistake, every bad call, every hand she didn't hold hard enough - feels like that's all there is sometimes. The hardships. The pain. The loneliness.
By god, the fucking loneliness was enough to drive her to the edge some days. Nothing hurts more than finding herself alone over and over and over again. Everyone around her dying and changing and leaving and she can't forget any of them. If she does, what becomes of those she once held dear? If she's the last to remember them, and she forgets...well, then it's like every moment they spent together never happened, isn't it? Time washed away almost every physical imprint, and those that remained often had little meaning. No one holding the remnants of Iulius' urn would know of his tenderness, or the outlandish figures he could make from the stars. No one would find her father's name in the annals of the Republic and hear the echoes of his boisterous laughter or feel the confidence he could instill in a man with only a few words. No one would read letters telling of a woman in the city comforting people in their final moments and know she sometimes slipped poisons to her patients, or that her words were sharp enough to still sting even millenia later...
History: Anastásia killed her first patient when she was fifteen. He was a young soldier, wounded terribly in the stomach, fully delirious, and by the time she got to him she was exhausted and every last nerve was frayed by the stress of her day. She made a mistake - his death wasn’t intentional; she just grabbed the wrong jar, applied too much of what was in it, and that was it for him.
Sure, he was too far gone for anything beyond pure divine intervention, but that single mistake was enough for Anastásia to swear off patients who wanted to live.
That is, that single mistake was enough for her father to beat her within an inch of her life, which led to her devoting her abilities to those content to die. Her mortal father believed that since she was a daughter of Asclepius, she wasn’t capable of such mistakes, so any missteps she made were deliberate attempts to hurt patients or to spite him, or both. ...................Read More
Name: Xiomara Gutierrez
Age: 24 y/o
Roman Godparent: Mefitis
Graecia Cohort Position: Senator
Personality: Xio is a confident, driven woman, who stops at nothing to get what she wants. She is direct, having no need for subtlety's, and decisive. She is also as stubborn as she is loyal, but equally as funny. She has a taste for drinking, smoking, and other life shortening hobbies, but is fairly good at separating that persona from her public figure persona, in which she is strict, mature, and fair. This duality is something that helps her gain the trust of the soldiers under her, as they know they can trust her as a leader, but also know she can be fun to be around. It is hard for her to open up, in the sense that she will tell you many things about herself in order to distance you, if she thinks you're getting too close for comfort. Otherwise, she avoids talking about her personal life completely. This has changed a lot as she's aged, but she's still a bit untrusting with her emotions...
History: One by one, a line of men stepped up. Their faces were masked, but the cut eye holes gave away their emptiness. The women tittered in mock excitement. Hands touched. The women, who's faces were once so clear, began to drip off, blood oozing off each pimple, eyes watering and sliding out of their heads. They continued to laugh. And so, the dance of the corpses began.
Was Xio's dream always so predictable? She walked around, stepping lightly, careful not to awaken the demons behind the mask. Where is he? The elaborate golden and silver dresses draping the women grew stiffer by the second, solidifying into precious metal. The laughs turned into fervent coughs. The dead began dying again. The tuxedos of the men turn into shadows, and their masks tightened until they exposed the skull underneath. Xio payed no mind, having successfully touched the doorknob of one of doors that led out of the grand ballroom. She smirked. He's not as smart as he claims to be. ...................Read More