<span style="font-weight: bold">Name: Darius<br/>Location: Camp Half Blood: Lunch Room<br/>Attire: Black tee shirt+Black Jacket and Jeans<br/>Weapons: Stygian Iron Sword given to him by presumably his father.<br/>God Parent: Hades</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120118173322/deadliestfiction/images/thumb/3/3a/Stormbringer_replica.png/165px-Stormbringer_replica.png">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/a2/c9/27/a2c9278769818a37b4f474d730348632.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">(The best I could find and not quite what I had in mind but it will have to do.) His eyes are sapphire blue like the gems on his sword and hair the color of the blade, is also about six foot one inches in height.<br/>Tagging: None<br/>---------------<br/>---------------</span><br/>As his swords edge fell to the ground he took a deep breath before sheathing it and walking around the camp half blood, where the half children of gods trained to be hero's and warriors of there god parent and the gods in general. Defending the human race from destruction and to stop the destruction of the gods as a whole. Because that is what they were born for, to do the dirty work of there fathers or mothers who have no ability or time to do what they want to do.<br/><br/>He decided he would try for a quest again, and if they said no he would find something to do on his own. Possibly his father could contact him himself and tell him about a quest, though they were not usually able do so if he remembered correctly.<br/><br/>---------------<br/>---------------<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Name: Clara Greendale<br/>Location: Walking to the Mess hall<br/>Attire: a unique hard battle leather jacket with iron pauldrons on the jackets shoulders with a black tank top under it. She often wears the jacket open to have a black tank top/jacket combo and a pair of grey jeans. (What she is wearing in the picture) <br/>Weapons: A celestial bronze short sword and shield along with her trusty javelin which she keep's holstered onto her back when she needs it.<br/>God Parent: Ares</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Date/Time: 8:45 (Just after the others are leaving the mess hall) </span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span><a class="postlink" href="https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1996576185/image.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tagging: No one in particular.</span><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">---------------<br/>--------------- <br/></span><br/>Clara took a step past sparrow as he left the mess hall, and she entered the mess hall herself. Looking around at everyone and everything that was inside. Slowly, she stepped toward the Ares table and sat down talking to her fellow children of Ares, her half brothers and sisters greeting her with a simple 'hi' and others a 'whats up' while some just shrugged off the greeting and went back to eating there food. Ready for the day and ready for any activities or war games of the hours the would spend in anticipation. Looking around, she spotted the apparent goddess lydia daughter of Zues, and the only son of Poseidon named Dietrick. Sometimes, she wondered what it was like to be alone as a child of a certain gods, but she did not feel pity for them. If anything it was jealousy. They must be pretty powerful and that would make for a great battle with someone else who was a child of the big three.<br/><br/>Even so, she enjoyed being a child of Ares, her siblings rarely had nothing in common with her and it was rather simple. You loved to fight, it was in your blood.