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So basically, right now, my girl is the only Ares Kid in Camp. I would like her to have one (or more) sibling that has been around Camp longer than she has. Face claims, genders and personalities are all yours to make. I don't have something specific I want to see. Except maybe the fact they would fight at first because of initiation and they could and probably will, fight in the future. Hopefully all in a non-murderous relationship in the long run.

That's pretty much it. If you're interested, have any questions reply here or shoot me a PM or find me in the chat box.

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Atalanta couldn't stop the urge to facepalm and so she did. "Thanks smartpants! I didn't know the exact definition of little." She shrugged with a smirk. She tilted her head to the side a little. "You know.... For a guy who doesn't like being around people and scares them off, you seem pretty decent." She said as that was her initial assessment of him. Sure she had very little to go by at this point. But the guy was okay if you managed to get passed that fear vibe challenge of his. At least she thought it was a challenge. His repeated 'fun' was something which created doubts in her mind, but then again, these days everything created doubts in her mind. Nothing was as it seemed to be anymore.

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Cleo Price: That was what I thought when I read her profile. These two are opposites, but they could work together. If they become friends, Atalanta is going to always have Cleo's back even die defending her if we're talking about a war. But even if they don't end up being friends, Atalanta would teach her how to fight. But for now she has no idea about any civil wars coming or what has happened before her arrival. Only bits and pieces that don't really make much sense to her. So yes, I want to put these two together and see what happens.

Charlotte Low: I don't know yet how things with Harper are going to play out because Rachel and I have yet to thread with the two of them, but the initial idea is for Harper to help Atalanta out with how Camp works. Take her under her wing, that sort of thing. Atalanta would only see a friendly face in Harper so she doesn't care what other people might say about her. She will probably defend her from anyone trying to mess with Harper. That could either help clear Char's doubts or intensify the jealous feelings in which case they might end up in a fight? I'm not entirely sure.

When it comes to the two pups, yes moms look out for their kids and in her pup's case, she looked out for him even when she was attacked by monsters. So I can definitely see her fixing a mess he made or try and keep him out of trouble. She would be happy with Lycaon playing with Ray, especially since her siblings want to train her pup to become a K-9 and she doesn't want that.

As for Char trying to teach her proper aim... I must warn you that Atalanta won't be able to be anything other than 'medium lousy. You have been warned!

But yup! I'm game for any of them in a thread. I can start anything whenever and with whomever. Just say the word!

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I can definitely see these two becoming good friends, but I can also see them get in the occasional fight. But I think that Atalanta will mostly think of Royce as a rival, at least when it comes to training. She is not a tracker runner,
which means she is not that fast in a straight line, but she can definitely dance on the roofs and fly over obstacles.

Atalanta doesn't know much about Camp and she tries to see how she can fit in, but she also lost her mother a month ago and she didn't have time to mourn properly and to think how her life is going to be from now on. So she may look alright on the outside, but on the inside things are a bit more complicated. She mostly tries to keep that to herself though.

So these two could either meet through their German Shepherds, while Atalanta works out at the Beach or in the Training Arena. Any other ideas you might have are most welcome. I'm cool with starting a thread whenever.

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She hadn't been called a banshee in a long long time. Back when she was still a little kid, her warcry, whenever she got into a fight, was really high-pitched. Banshee material. Now that she was older it was a lot deeper. Yet, compared to a man's shout, she was still a tone higher.

"There's a thing called ADHD. Basically my brain can't focus long enough on just one thing. Put me in a place with too many distractions and I won't be able to focus on Shotokan properly. Put me in a completely peaceful environment and I will go nuts. Music, my playlist to be more specific, keeps my brain occupied enough to not go nuts, but also this place has less distractions than the training arena." She explained, crossing her arms over her chest. She was about to ask him what kind of fun he was looking for, but his creepy smile made her reconsider. Whatever it was it had to be unpleasant for other people and she felt like, if she asked, she would be on the receiving end of his fun-time.

"If I were on angry bull mode you would end up with something broken. Your nose most probably." She told him, the smirk slowly widening in her face, but as he spoke about his family, she frowned. "I don't mind getting my hands dirty. But I've seen what a war-zone can do to innocent people. Mindless violence I don't like and I try to keep myself in control most of the time. So yeah, my mom told me it's okay to fight, but it shouldn't be a fight just for the sake of it." Her fists clenched, but they were not directed at Agni. It was merely a reaction to the way she felt about all this. Her hands were still folded.

"And you go about judging a book by it's cover. I barely know those kids, so don't assume I'm exactly like them. But if I feel like fighting, then be sure it's gonna be ugly."

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She felt her anger rising as he continued to argue she could've done more while she was on the run. That running away only made things worse. When he laughed about how it would be fun to watch her as she broke the nose of her half-brother, she was tipped off. Her fists clenched. It was clear that she was putting great effort in not punching him. "You don't know how it was! What would you have me do? Fight the two Cyclopes disguised as social workers in a small appartment? Or maybe try and kill a dracenae in the middle of Manhatan?" She yelled at him angrily and clenched her teeth. She bit down on her fist to calm down.

She wasn't entirely sure what was making her so angry. Maybe it was the fact she was being called a coward. Atalanta never liked that. It frustrated her to no end. Maybe it was her reaction to fear. Whenever she felt fear she lashed out,
even as a toddler. But if anyone knew what had actually happened to her before she got to Camp all bloodied in the hands of a satyr, they could tell it was because she didn't have the time to mourn properly. To actually sit down and process what had happened.

Taking a deep breath she swiftly sat down again, putting her sneakers back on. "Just...." She wasn't looking at him,
she had focused more on her shoelaces, tying them up, than she should've under normal circumstances. "I came out here to train, alright? Not to pick a fight." She told him, still not looking up at him.

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Atalanta's face darkened when Agni mentioned her innitiation. "Don't remind me. Makes me wanna beat the crap out of them." She growled. Then she looked down as Lycaon seemed to be getting used to the dark teen's presence and began to explore the beach again, venturing farther than where the two demigods currently stood. She had to cross her arms over her chest when he said it was okay to show her fear and that running away was due to fear.

She shook her head in denial. Showing fear only made matters worst. What you had to do, her mom always told her, was to face and defeat your fears. "I may be the daughter of a war god, but I am not stupid. Fighting an enemy with no chances of defeating them is not exactly my idea of a fight. Running away was a means to survive. I fought my way out of it. And I couldn't scare them to death or something like you would've done. With no celestial bronze I didn't stand a chance." She explained in exasperation as if it was obvious. Then Agni's godly side of the family registered with her and she took a step back.

"Wait! Would that make me your aunt? Because that would be creepy." She said and she wasn't teasing at this point. To have a boy your age as your nephew without never knowing they existed was indeed a creepy concept to her.

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