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[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

BREATHE FOR ME
don't wake me from this slumber
STAY WITH ME

If you could talk to your dead mother, did it qualify you as insane or just the son of Hades? In a way, one could assume that it was the perk of being the son of Hades, thus making you a Demigod. But really, how would you work that into a conversation? "I'm Jacoby Kraemer and I'm the son of Hades. No, literally I am. Would you like to meet my dead mother?" Oh yeah, that always went over real well with people. Or at least he assumed it wouldn't go over all that well with someone. Afterall, who wants to talk someone who talks to their dead mother? And why was he obsessing over his dead mother? It had only been seven years since he'd found his mother dead. You'd think it would have an adverse affect on him. Well, it did but once you find out that you're the son of the god of all things dead...dead things didn't really affect you anymore. At least they didn't affect Jacoby. He was eighteen years old and a god. Well, Demigod anyways. His mother and Hades did the dirty and here he was. Of course he wasn't the only one but still. One would wonder why an eighteen year old was walking around near a lake at three in the morning unless you knew said eighteen year old.

Jacoby loved all things belonging to the night. Except for nocturnal spiders, they could go to hell. The dark, the solitude, the peace; it made life easier. Of course he also loved the nightlife in New York City. There was a lot of a trouble one kid could cause in New York City, especially if your daddy made you go to one of those elite prep school things. Not that he liked his dad, his dad had killed his mom. So, you know, it kind of sucked going home. The only reason he went home was because on his little sister and make sure no strange bruising was showing up on her. Afterall, that might just break the proverbial straw on the proverbial camel's back. Jacoby, for his appearance, was really only deathly terrified of one thing and that was his dad, his human one that is. Long story short, the Gods don't live with their mortal lovers, simply too many most of the time. His human dad killed his biological mother after years of abusing her. Jacoby had seen much of the abuse, felt a little of it himself. And yet, despite him being able to do things that could scare his father to death (it was possible), he was still terrified of the man.

And he really had no explanation for what caused his fear of the man. It really didn't matter anyways, he was barely at home long enough to see his dad. School, partying, Camp Halfblood, it all ran together so much that he was barely home at all. With a groan, Jacoby lowered himself onto the ground beside the water and glanced down at his fingers.Tattoos decorated most of his fingers, including one thumb, along with two rings. His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, looked at the chipped black nail polish before looking around at the shadows on the ground. After a few minutes of watching them dance around, Jacoby laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky. He was very...different looking than most people here. The multiple tattoos and piercings, along with eyeliner and nail polish made some people look at him and decide to pick an argument with him. Those people made his life about ten times more fun for a few seconds until it became monotonous. Did they really need to repeat themselves every few seconds to get a rise out of him? Apparently so, but he never reacted face to face with them. Infact, he reacted by getting them in the dark when they weren't expecting it. And they never knew what hit them. Sometimes, it was more fun to get skeletons to come and party. That made everything more enjoyable. Coby let his eyes close as he heard someone walking nearer. Let them sneak up on him, he didn't care for now.

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tag ;; open
status ;; finished
music ;; avenged sevenfold
lyrics ;; waking the demon - bfmv
outfit ;; sexy
notes ;; so yeah...whomever wants to
join, go ahead. more fun that way. :D

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[Elliana Bristol Dominick]

Elliana was mad, which didn't really differ from any other day, but she was extremely pissed today. Some random half blood kid just got in a... err... disagreement with her, just because they were older and thought they knew better. Elliana had been here for how long? Eight years, she thinks. It was hard keeping track of time, especially when you didn't want to. Elliana didn't want to remember how long it had been since her mother and twin brother had been murdered and since she found out she was the daughter of Zeus. Not that being a daughter of the god of the sky wasn't anything to brag about. Her father let her family die. As far as Elliana was concern, Zeus was dead to her.

Going back to the fight with the other demigod, well it didn't turn out good. Actually it could have turned out much worst when dealing with Elliana. At least there was no lightning involve this time. Of course there was a lot of yelling and just a little swords play, but at least Elliana got control of herself before things got really out of hand. So instead of frying the retard she just ran away heading to the lake.

It didn't dawn on her to be quiet. Usually, she was very silent and light on her feet, resembling the movement of a cat, but at the moment she had to much on her mind to ever think straight, much less walk straight. Her golden brown hair fell into her fast, as she hastily pushed it out of her eyes as she quickly made her way to the lake. Elliana didn't know someone was already there. Whoever it was should probably already know not to mess with the daughter of Zeus. She didn't spend time welcoming new campers, she didn't need to for people to hear the name of Elliana. New campers, like the one who mouthed off to her, learned the hard way.

Word got around quickly in Camp Half Blood, and Elliana knew what they said about her. About the demigod who had the looks of an angel, but looks who could kill. Who was well known for her sharp tongue, but even sharper sword that she kept on her at all time. The girl who wouldn't hesitate to fight, who felt no sorrow or remorse. All of that was true of course. Elliana didn't feel much these days. What was she suppose to feel? Her family was dead. Her father might as well be. Friends were a weakness so was love. Who needed any of that crap? Not Elliana. She now lived by her own philosophy, where the more monsters you killed, well it was a good day for you. Her motto? Kill monsters and not die. Easy enough words to love by, right? It's not like she was here to please anyone.

Elliana came to a halt by the lake. Someone-- a boy... or maybe not... he looked kind of old-- was there. The kid wasn't facing her, so Elliana couldn't figure out who he was. Even if she talked to no one at this camp, she knew each camper by name. You learned fast when you have been raised in Camp Half Blood for seven, going on eight years.

The kid had to know she was here, unless he was deaf or something. Elliana wasn't exactly quiet back there. Now this was probably an interesting scene to be looking at. A fourteen (almost fifteen girl) who looked much younger then her age and what looked like a emo, punk guy. What fun. Elliana fingers brushed the top of the fencing sword which was attached to her hip. She had no idea who this guy was at the moment, and well she wasn't going to not be prepared if anything went down.

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[jacoby demetrius kraemer]

BREATHE FOR ME
don't wake me from this slumber
STAY WITH ME

No, he wasn't going to be left alone tonight. With a long, overdrawn sigh Jacoby sat up and glanced over his shoulder while brushing his dirt from his muscular body. "If you're going to lurk in the shadows, you might as well come sit. Unless you have a highly imaginative imagination in which you believe I'm a vampire. Which is very unlikely," Jacoby remarked a little tiredly, his wanted night of peace gone for now. He kept his back to her but began playing with the shadows again, letting them twist and curl around his body like cats. The shadows amazed him and he closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the eerie feeling of something touching you but nothing actually touching you. With a little reluctant he allowed them to return to their respective areas and glanced down at the waters. He'd actually come out here with the intent of speaking to his mother but that seemed unlikely now. Unless the person behind him decided to leave, which he hoped they had. He didn't like people bothering him and they were bothering him with their presence here. But it was probably just something he would have to tolerate considering this world was already over-inhabited.

It was no secret at Camp Halfblood who Jacoby Kraemer was. He was no secret among any of the halfbloods, unless they were new camp members. He liked to torture them until they went crawling to someone who would take care of them and tell them who he was. It was a dog-eat-dog world and he was being considerately lenient with them. At six feet tall, he was well-muscled and tattooed, two things that scared people greatly because he wasn't clean-cut and well-mannered like everyone else. Most of the tattoos that adorned his body were monsters being tortured on his arms and a Grim Reaper decorating his leg, things that went bump in the night. Those were the things that scared people and he fed on that fear. It gave him a thrill to watch the fear possess their faces, the terror building in the atmosphere made him feel alive. Maybe he was insane afterall. It wouldn't really be a surprise that he liked causing people pain. After watching abuse rained down on his mother and occasionally on himself, he knew of no way to release the anger that broiled just underneath his hard exterior. Instead, he let it build and build until he could no longer contain it. Then, Coby did what he did best. He bullied people into submission, kicking them while they were down and ripping them to pieces. Oh how he'd love to find entrance into their dreams and haunt those as well.

Unfortunately, things didn't work like that. He really didn't mind though. Being a child of Hades, he could do what he pleased when he pleased with things that could be classified as dead. Skeletons and ghosts were favorites. And it gave him ideas for Halloween, his favorite holiday of the year. Consequently, it was also his birthday. And this year would be his nineteenth birthday, nine years since his mother's death. Eight years since he'd been attacked by hellhounds, left for dead and somehow survived long enough to make it to Camp Halfblood. At first, it had been nice. It seemed like people understood what was going on. That was until he'd been claimed by Hades. Then it seemed like people expected nothing of him, a perk, and stayed far away from him, another perk from time to time. At least with the other halfbloods it was a perk because they knew about him. With mortals, he was just another strange looking young man with a rich father and an easy connection to booze. So high school arrived and Coby found himself attending too many parties than should be allowed. Drinks were consumed, maybe a few recreational drugs occasionally and virginity was gone, no big deal.

That was his life unless things were getting bad and then he returned to Camp Halfblood to wait out the monsters. Really, he found it ironic that the monsters from the Underworld, the only place they existed, attacked him when he was the son of Hades. It amused him, that cat and mouse like game. It was still fun to test out while he was in the city though. New York had plenty of hidey-holes and it was a good thing that swords could be disguised as many things. If they couldn't, he might actually be dead by now. And that would just be a damn shame after all. It wasn't like many people would miss him, assuming the other Hades children liked him, they might miss him. His younger sister would miss and he'd be living with dear old dad in a way Hades probably least suspected. 'Hi Dad, one of your monster pets killed me so I'm dead now. Can you put in a good word?' Oh yeah, that wouldn't be awkward at all. With a sigh, Jacoby glanced over his shoulder to see if they'd decided to come out of hiding yet.

words ;; nine eight seven
tag ;; open
status ;; finished
music ;; sick puppies
lyrics ;; waking the demon - bfmv
outfit ;; sexy
notes ;; la de da...la de da

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