It all started when I was grounded and forbidden to watch any television. To think that back then I was just some crazy kid that loved a book series and searched for others that shared this adoration. I however didn't find this role playing community because of my search. No, this place and all the wonderful people that I've met along the way were met through coincidence. So thank you Teen Titans and Young Justice Fandom (Season 3 is on!).
Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of memories, all written for all of you. Well, the ones still here.
I'm proud to say that my first roleplay was a Percy Jackson roleplay. I was introduced by my now boyfriend of five years, Andrew. Trying to look back, I don't remember whose child i was, but I do recall loving every moment. Being introduced to Isso, that fabulous daughter of Apollo. I wish her good luck. To Blaze, an honest to gods hellion meant to lead, you are a trooper. I wished we got to know more about each other, all of you, even the ones that joined after I " disappeared ".
Also, the enigma that is Ace. She was a mystery, a literal myth among geeks who study myth. She was the one that started the Camp Half-Blood roleplay club the founders of this place started in. The Golden Age of our little community, she was our Prometheus. She took fire and gave it to all of us. I'm saddened to say that maybe this fire has begun to fizzle, but at one point it was a raging maelstrom.
Now to the real reason why I'm here after four years. Why I'm writing this, well it's because high school is ending. I started here when I was a freshman, now I'm a senior looking at my future. Yes, I am scared. A type of anxiety that towers over everything like a giant stone sentry looming over the common folk. But, I found it appropriate that I end what I started here.
Jaeda is no longer going to be exerting time here, maybe an odd look here and there, but I'm a ghost now. This is like the little After Story post I put in the old club. A middle aged woman looking at her old stomping grounds. The memories, the laughs the tears, it all happened there. Camp Half-Blood was real to us. It was amazing and honestly so are all of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. With all my love, I send the most sincerest of good-byes.
With a tearful farewell,
Jaeda
Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of memories, all written for all of you. Well, the ones still here.
I'm proud to say that my first roleplay was a Percy Jackson roleplay. I was introduced by my now boyfriend of five years, Andrew. Trying to look back, I don't remember whose child i was, but I do recall loving every moment. Being introduced to Isso, that fabulous daughter of Apollo. I wish her good luck. To Blaze, an honest to gods hellion meant to lead, you are a trooper. I wished we got to know more about each other, all of you, even the ones that joined after I " disappeared ".
Also, the enigma that is Ace. She was a mystery, a literal myth among geeks who study myth. She was the one that started the Camp Half-Blood roleplay club the founders of this place started in. The Golden Age of our little community, she was our Prometheus. She took fire and gave it to all of us. I'm saddened to say that maybe this fire has begun to fizzle, but at one point it was a raging maelstrom.
Now to the real reason why I'm here after four years. Why I'm writing this, well it's because high school is ending. I started here when I was a freshman, now I'm a senior looking at my future. Yes, I am scared. A type of anxiety that towers over everything like a giant stone sentry looming over the common folk. But, I found it appropriate that I end what I started here.
Jaeda is no longer going to be exerting time here, maybe an odd look here and there, but I'm a ghost now. This is like the little After Story post I put in the old club. A middle aged woman looking at her old stomping grounds. The memories, the laughs the tears, it all happened there. Camp Half-Blood was real to us. It was amazing and honestly so are all of you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. With all my love, I send the most sincerest of good-byes.
With a tearful farewell,
Jaeda
Hey guys,
It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.
I just wanted to let you guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable space to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my writing here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so important to me during that part of my life and I’ve grown so much from it that I wouldn’t dare change a thing.
Thank you all so much for being such wonderful friends and sharing that time with me. I’m doing well, and I sincerely hope the rest of you are too. Maybe we'll manage to get back in touch again sometime, but even if not, I wish the best for all of you.
Love,
Jaz
It's been almost seven years since I first joined this website, which seems hard to believe. I came back to check this place out on a nostalgic whim, and wow, the memories hit me hard.
I just wanted to let you guys know, this club really meant a lot to me. It gave me a wonderful, comfortable space to try to express myself, and experiment making stories with other people. It felt like we had our own little private corner of the world to play around in, and I’m grateful for that. I'll admit my writing here makes me cringe a bit now, but it was so important to me during that part of my life and I’ve grown so much from it that I wouldn’t dare change a thing.
Thank you all so much for being such wonderful friends and sharing that time with me. I’m doing well, and I sincerely hope the rest of you are too. Maybe we'll manage to get back in touch again sometime, but even if not, I wish the best for all of you.
Love,
Jaz
Mark Ivory
*Nickname¬
"Marky", "Ivory"
Age¬
16
Mutagen Aspect¬
Hades
Demeanor¬
Playful, Snarky, Rebellious
Appearance¬
Family¬
His Father was Adam Ivory, a key figure in the Grazer Military. Jordan is his brother, a Late teen trying all he can to protect his little brother from harm. His mother is an entirely diferent story. Sarah was a devoutee christian and loyal wife to Mark's father, yet was deeply kind to Mark and Jordan.
Origins¬
(You all know the rest, and if not, here
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