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[wxldhxrt]

Greyson Darcy: Scent Profile

Pine Forest

London Rain

Wild Animal

Fresh Brewed Tea

Lingering Cigarette Smoke

Dark Chocolate

[necroheir]

               dior cologne     •       gunpowder     •      leather     •      crackling fire

[asher-jones]

Name: Nova Lineage: The Progeny of  some of the vary horses that pull Apollo’s chariot across the sky. Appearance: While he looks the most similar to a classic Palomino horse, Nova’s appears much more celestial. While his main tail and legs are a bright, almost luminescent that appears to be almost the color of sunlight itself, his coat is a rich golden blond that almost appears to radiate sunlight on it’s own. Even in the darkness, it’s as if the creature gives of a natural sunlit glow that radiates from his main. His wings match the color of both his mane and coat, a rich gold that feathers out into a brilliant sun kissed white. The wings themselves have the anatomy similar to a hawks wings, powerful and imposing, but when pulled in against his body, rest elegantly, like two petals on a flower.  Temperament: Nova and Asher have already been considered two peas in a pod. Their differences seem to compliment one another, in a way that even took Asher by surprise. He possesses an almost regal heir, not prone to submit to many, certainly not other horses or Pegasus, but eager to surround himself with them. As prone as the creature is to preening in the sunlight, nothing makes him happier than when he he’s in the sky, racing the other Pegasus. Whenever he’s running or flying to a destination, it always seems to be his goal to be the first one there. While friendly may not be the word exactly to describe him, he is bold and unapologetic, known to pluck feed and fruit from people’s hand uninvited, bumping people and pegasi alike when they are standing in his sun. Despite it all, he has developed a strong and devoted bond to Asher. As it stand his demigod is and has been the only master he heeds to, and even Asher has had his fair share of squabbles with the steed on occasion. Relationship: Nova was always meant for Asher. Asher would have liked to say that he walked into the stables and the pair just magically found each other by the will of the fates. It was actually the acolyte breeder that had offered the steed to Asher. The chemistry wasn’t immediate. Nova very clearly didn’t like the prospect of being someone’s, anyone’s steed, and preferred the freedom to fly as he pleased. Asher, having been from the city and very unfamiliar with horses or animals of any kind that weren’t domesticated cats or dogs, was at a loss. For days the horse would ignore him, even avoid him when he came to fetch him. It wasn’t until Asher had been sitting in the stables, playing the a lyre he’d been given, di something click. The music of the instrument, the way Asher played it, drew the creature to him. Nova listened for what must have been almost an hour as Asher played, slowly but gradually inching closer until his snout was resting on the demigod’s shoulder. That song is what sparked their connection, and even now Asher can play a particular melody on any instrument, and Nova will not only recognize it, but attempt to go to him.

[wrxn-blxkely]

 Wren Blakely; task 001 ↳ scent profile

   You smell SWEET; as if the air the wafts from you like a warm bakery. Scents of toasted vanilla, newly whipped buttercream, delicate pâte à choux, almond oil, powdered doughnuts, & apple tarts.

   You catch a whiff of something BRIGHT; like a glass of lemonade on a hot day. Inhale the scents of crushed lemongrass, mouthwatering apples, & Meyer lemons 

    A wave of something FLORAL comes; as if a jar of jam had just been opened. the fragrances of pomegranates seeds, fig preserves, steeped Earl Grey, seared plums, and jasmine petals fill the room when you enter.

   Sometimes you light up smelling EARTHY; as smoke washes over you like incense. Your clothes reek of hot resin, peppery bergamot, rolled clary sage, & wet cedar.

[knightmaring]

DAILY TASK || ONE ABILITY

dread - /dred/ -  1. anticipate with great apprehension or fear.  2. inspiring awe.   3. one causing fear or awe.   4. causing great fear or anxiety.  5. fearful expectation or anticipation.  

NIGHTMARE ACCORD -

Hudson's mind is built with natural defenses against frightening creatures. He can use his innate knowledge of fear to amplify fear in others or nullify it. He has a better understanding of what others find frightening and can pull them out through means of hope. furthermore, if he chooses to attack a frightened creature, they will remain frightened and take more damage from him.

hope - /hōp/ - 1. to cherish a desire or wish with anticipation.   2. A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.  3. A person or thing that may help or save someone.  4. A feeling of trust.

DREAD DEVOURER  -

Hudson is able to sense and devour fear in others. He can use their fear to bolster himself by transferring it into a hopeful state. Siphoning too much fear can be overwhelming on both him and the person whose fear he is absorbing which could render them useless.

elpis -  /el-pece'/ - 1. to anticipate, usually with pleasure.  2. expectation of evil, fear.  3. expectation of good, hope.  4. expectation of what is sure (certain); hope.  5. expectation , whether of good or of ill.  

Darkness pulses out of his veins from temples towards his eyes when he first senses the fear in others. On others, he see’s it as a dark, (taking on a more fungal and toxic look the stronger or more crippling the fear), webbing with bright refracted edges obscuring their senses.  If it’s a particularly strong fear where the individual is unable to hide or contain it, it happens automatically, but with weaker fears he does have to reach out with his magic.

Transferring or nullifying the fears feels and looks a lot like shifting a refraction for Hudson. He can shift the fear so it doesn’t seem so scary anymore, make it even more terrifying or, shift it until all the individual can focus on is hope — the good that could come out of all of this.

When nullifying it with his Nightmare Accord, the individual’s temples pulse black, and the webbing shrinks away, drying and turning light blue while taking on a more cotton candy look and texture.

When using Dread Devourer to transfer it into a hopeful state, Hudson and the individual’s temples pulse a rainbow of colors until settling down on the color the individual finds most hopeful. The color spreads to the webbing as it crystalizes, and shifts away from their eyes and ears to instead frame them as if to focus their sight and hearing on the positive. Along both their temples little sugar flowers and butterflies sprout, the rainbow of butterflies batting their wings lazily. This process often leaves Hudson with a sweet or fruity taste in his mouth and a bit of an sugar adrenaline rush.

[cfserpents]

SCENT PROFILE

Viorel is many things, and his scent can be described as similar. Ever since joining camp, there’s the unmistakable scent of dog on his clothes, likewise hints of lavender from the garden, gauze, and metal from his collection. The demigod’s softer side is made apparent through the smell of fresh sheets, petrichor, worn books, and wisps of smoke mingling between it all.

[crowntorn]

𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: citruses & spices / mint leaves  𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: jasmine & cacao / orange blossoms  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: agarwood (oud) & patchouli / vanilla madagascar 

amadeo’s scent is pretty much determined by the mindset that he wakes up in, choosing a different fragrance for different occasions. the pairs on the left combine to make he’s scent when he’s feeling more empathetic, they’re the mix of a cologne his father uses. citruses, jasmine, & patchouli have been known to combat stress and he wears this when he wants to help others through something. 

the one on the left is a fragance that sandra put him onto, it’s also symbolic of the mornings he spent out in the garden going through the various trees. mint has been known to relieve headaches, but this fragrance is much more personal / selfish. he wears it mainly when he feels like he’s pushed a limit with his telepathy and needs to relax himself. 

[ofnorthernwind]

GABRIEL MONTGOMERY

MOODBOARD

[rldlnghood]

𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔰𝔦𝔵

with almost endless resources, IVAN almost didn’t know where to go. he landed on a BLACK SUIT JACKET with GOLD, FLORAL EMBELLISHMENTS on the cuffs and lapels. from out of the jacket wraps a LONG, DARK ARM SHAWL, which goes around his waist and his back, to go over his opposite arm -- black, with a pattern of white and pink roses. on the half of his chest that remains uncovered, is a PINK CAMPFIRE PIN, with black and gold logs. his pants are dark and fitted, leading into POLISHED BLACK BOOTS. down his ears, it’s a pair of long industrials that ride through all of his helix rings on either side, along with a golden nose ring. and even for the event, he doesn’t take his face further than a narrow pass of eyeliner, but his nails bear golden roses over their normal black polish.

[lawyerlocke]

Formality is more than just normality for Lex. Between court, meetings, life in general, there’s very rarely been a time where he wasn’t forced to dress up for an occasion. So, he decided to tone down what he’d typically wear. Still formal, pressed shirt, waistcoat of deep burgundy and yes, pants that are probably a little tighter than necessary. Red rose boutonniere pinned to his left side, and rose gold accenting his outfit. Even down to the bow tie at his throat, looser than he’d typically wear it, but he’s gotta try and stay comfortable.

[godspeeddr]

                     𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝙽𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙾                          DEADLINE: AUGUST 2ND MIDNIGHT PST                          REWARD: 100 TGP

DAILY TASKS are easy writing tasks that can be completed in return for small rewards. they are completely OPTIONAL and for people who want to develop their characters a bit more with the challenges that we provide. complete your task in a POST, then tag your task with GSDRDAILYTASK. if your submission is not showing up in the proper tag, please notify the main with a heads-up ask.

TASK NUMBER TWO: compile a PLAYLIST for your character. link a MINIMUM of 3 SONGS that represent their personalities and aesthetics. you can post a graphic that shows all the songs, or just come up with a spotify playlist. you are also welcome to elaborate on the choices, although this is optional. happy compiling!

[wxldhxrt]

Mantle’s Spirit

Kaiden is able to summon a wildfire spirit from the flames of his magic to aid him in combat or questing. The spirit can take on any form he chooses although Kaiden has two main forms. The most common is that of a phoenix, the spirits feathers made of fire, the other is a fox similar to his familiar Opal only the spirit’s fur is also laced with flames. 

When Kaiden summons the spirit his eyes turn orange and glow with the embers of the hearth and his tattoos and scars on his body also glow a hot orange in colour as if the hearths fire was alight inside him. He summons a rip of fire in the air that the wildfire spirit emerges from. 

The spirit is able to follow most commands Kaiden gives and will help him or those he considers allies in combat. 

[necroheir]

Shade is an undead pegasus that is kept “alive” by necromancy. Though his physical body has long since decomposed, the loyal steed smells of soot rather than decay, and behaves like a normal pegasus. Shade is a docile pegasus that loves rotten apple cores and potato skins as treats. At night, the skeletal steed shows its true colors, sporting a flaring mane and greenish coals for eyes in his sunken sockets.

His wings are also skeletal, with tattered black feathers and leathery skin stretched across the wing-frames that give him the token look of a bat rather than a pegasus. Despite his intimidating looks, Shade is a friendly and affectionate creature, often wanting to play with the other pegasi. He’s especially affectionate towards Jordan, nuzzling against him like a dog when the son of Hades is near. When there are a few accidents where Shade breaks a leg on a rough landing, Jordan is able to mend him on the spot using his own powers of necromancy.

[asher-jones]

Never one to miss a chance to revel in a quality, black tie event, Asher certainly made it a point to put some actual effort into his appearance. Bringing his Upper Eastside style to the unrifined culture of Olympus was something he’d always wanted to do, but was never given the chance. Now, at least, this celebration at least gave him the chance. His plan of course was to make every single fucking demigod at the celebration to regret not asking him to be their date.

While flowers and nature and general had never been something he was drawn to on a physical level, stylistically he was more than happy to let the nymphs around camp give him inspiration. Was quick to point out to them that his aesthetic was more classically refined than anything else, so naturally the nymph’s had urged him to be inspired by the rose, classic and beautiful, with a quiet danger in it’s thorns. 

His vest was the first article they had a greed upon. A beautiful, black vest with intricate silver rose brocade, providing the an almost gaudy pop that would catch anyone’s eye, especially the the light hit it just right. The fabric clung to his frame, taught and flattering, pressing perfectly atop his crisp white dress shirt that had a subtle gold trim along the collar, which only seemed to accentuate the black bow tie he wore at his neck even more.

Secondly of course, was his suit itself. Not much could truly be said about it, The nymphs and weavers did an exceptional job with the tailoring. The jet black fabric also clung to the natural curves of Asher’s body. Truth be told he wasn’t quite shore how creatures that seemed to be just fine walking around naked could be so skilled in the art of styling and fitting clothes, but he was beyond impressed. He looking in the mirror, he almost felt he was back in New York, attending one of his mother’s broadway shows on opening night.

His shoes were basic enough, though polished and sleek to perfection. Inlaid with red velevet, they too fit him quite snug, to the point where he was beyond thankful for the fabric inside, otherwise he would have certainly felt the abuse as the night went on.

As an homage to his parents, he made sure to wear the golden watch he’d brought from home, a brilliant time piece a polished and luxurious flare. His mother had given him ages ago as a gift on the opening night of his first professional play. The fact that one of his most treasured gifts from his mother just happened to be a watch hadn’t been lost on him.

Lastly, of course he had to top of his look with the cufflinks. Truth be told he’d never been one to fuss over those, but tonight he figured he might as well embrace the floral theme. Two red roses made of painted silver were given to him to complete his look.

[wrxn-blxkely]

Wren Blakely; task 002 ↳ Character’s Pegasus

Glaukos (Ancient Greek: Γλαῦκος, Glaûkos meaning "glimmering") 

  Glaukos wasn’t exactly the steed Wren wanted from the beginning but became the one he needed the most. During Wren’s first week here at camp, along with the son of Hera, there might have been some hijacking and joyriding that landed Wren in the infirmary but also a reputation among the equine. Most of the mythical horses have a long history of respect tied to their name, they were the mounts of heroes and they only would present themselves to those who were right for them.

Wren was unliked by many Pegasus, viewing him immature or reckless (as they should) though there was one steed that didn’t seem fully repulsed by him; that is if Wren offered him sugar cubes. It took time and a few nights before the son of Asteria would win over the horse, yet it would take another week before riding was ever allowed.... 

Glaukos is based on the Andalusian breed of horses. They were known to be tremendous war horses; favored for their agility and speed.

Build: about 15 hands tall, 1,100 lbl. Compact body, animated gait, & elevated stance.

Coat: Dapple Iron Grey

Markings: Glaukos’ dapple patterning has created little blooming pigments of grey across his body, deepening in color as it travels down to his hooves. Just around his muzzle is as dark as his fetlocks.

Temperament: Is mostly the opposite of Wren being steely, persistent, & elegant. Glaukos is a bit standoffish and took much time and treats for him to allow Wren to approach. Though now the steed has built up a trust with Wren, he'll bow his head to have it’s forelock braided without much fuss anymore.

Glimmering one applies to this Pegasus in the way of it’s wings. Once unfurled the tips of his feathers are dappled with grey, yet in the light it seems almost silver in reflection. It is faint but does look like glitter flapping when he’s in full flight. 

Wren is the type to braid Glaukos mane from time to time, since his is so thick that the mage likes to swept up with ribbons or pleated to the side if he is flying for a long time.

[knightmaring]

PISTIS

faith, trust, and reliability.

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with an aura of fear such as hudson’s, animals that he hadn’t already bonded with wanted nothing to do with him. all the pegasi recoiled from hudson, running off to hide behind the stable workers or jumping over fences to escape his gaze, all but one. pistis, a buck skinned pegasus, with a pair of raven black wings and legs that appeared she had been dipped into an inkwell and never washed off. her mane, just as dark as her inky black hair, was so delicate and soft, it looked as if a trail of smoke followed wherever she went. pistis never ran. her gaze never wavered. she stared him down in challenge and rebuffed all of his attempts to buy her affection. the only thing she had to give was a kick to the face whenever he tried to saddle her or pass behind.

it took hudson six weeks before he was able to ride the pegasus without getting thrown off. but hudson tried day in and day out to gain her trust. he takes her grazing with his mixed herd of adopted animals, something he’s noticed she enjoys quite a bit. may it was the fresh grass and quiet, serene surroundings, or maybe it was the sight of hudson getting beaten around by a couple of goats, but the pegasus was far more relaxed out in the wild. out there, with only nature around them, she takes a protective role---watching and herding the other animals to stay close and not venture too far away from her or their demigod. she’s alert, watchful, as if she knows there are predators out there.

hudson treats her better than he treats himself. he fusses over her health, and whether she’s comfortable with her saddle and his spurs. he buys her blankets, little rings to braid into her hair (that she rarely ever lets him do), salt rocks, toys and the sweetest fruits he can find. he speaks to her as if she were human, asking her for her opinion on just about everything, and he trusts her to care for the herd when he needs to duck out of sight for a spell. things are better between them. she’s still a rebellious little shit, but she takes him where he needs to go and brings him back without further injuring him, and occasionally, she’ll show him a tiny bit of affection. there’s still a kick or bite here and there, but there’s trust, and for the most part, acceptance there. if need be, she’ll endure what she has to in order to bring him back.