name; cordelia ‘delia’ monroe
likes; swimming, mermaid folklore, the beach, bandeaus, flip-flops, any shade of the color blue, seaglass, salads, dancing, tv that’s so bad it’s good, calming music, poetry, riddles, and postcards
dislikes; high heels, the color red, metal music, any piece of clothing that would drag her down in the water, winter, ice, most popular music, fatty foods, make-up, formal clothing, stuck-up people, and people who try to force their beliefs on her (i.e. Prometheus)
bio; Delia has always loved the water. It’s where she felt the most at home her entire life. She’s been attending Camp Half Blood since she was eight, and has been wary of Prometheus ever since she met him. Her mother had always only had kind things to say of her biological father, and Delia trusted that her mother wasn’t lying to her. But Delia also knew the dangers of remaining at home for too long and not knowing how to defend herself, and her loved ones. So she returned to Camp Halfblood each summer, each year growing more and more angry at the way Prometheus was handling things. When she was fourteen, she learned of the resistance, and knew what she had to do. Since then she has been an active member and is just biding her time until the orders are given.
strengths; amazing with water (obviously), can create hurricanes larger than most of Poseidon’s children, very sneaky, good organizational skills, big heart, will sacrifice herself for others
weaknesses; hero complex – she wants to save everyone, gives everyone second, third and fourth chances even if they don’t deserve it, can be very stubborn and set in her ways, hates heights
“Delia! Delia, honey, time to dry off!”
I lifted my head up out of the water and saw my mother standing at the edge of the sand, hands cupped around her mouth. “Five more minutes, Ma!”
“Your train leaves in an hour, and it takes at least forty minutes to get there. Come on, sweetie.”
“Fine,” I groaned, and made my way back in to the shore.
It was two days after my graduation – or rather, my last day of school. Graduation wasn’t for another three weeks, but I couldn’t stay at home any longer. They’d send my diploma along in the mail. I didn’t need to be here for the ceremony. It was just that – a ceremony. Maybe it would’ve been different if I’d gotten an RSVP back from Pegasus, but I hadn’t, so... Things were gonna be the way they were. And I was going back to Camp Half-Blood.
I raced into the house, throwing on the clothes that David had so carefully laid out for me. While I was checking to make sure I had packed everything I was going to need, I heard him in the doorway. “Are you sure you want to do this, Cordelia?” He was still one of the only ones who used my full name on a regular basis. “You know that you can stay with us. You don’t have to go back.”
I turned around, and hugged the man who had raised me. “I know, David. I know. But I do have to go back. I can’t stay here – there’s too much at stake. Plus, I do have friends there, you know.”
“I know. I just hate the thought of you missing your own graduation because you’re worried about your mother and I. We can take care of ourselves, you know.”
“I do know that. But I’d rather you not have to.” I kissed him on the cheek, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “C’mon, help me take this stuff down to the car.”
He obliged, and I took the stairs two at a time.
Mom was already waiting in the car, futzing around with the radio. “Come on, you slow pokes!”
I clambered into the backseat, sitting directly in the middle so I could look out the windows. Partially because I liked the scenery, and this would be the last time I would see any of it for at least three months, but mostly because I needed to keep an eye out for any threats. I played with the charm bracelet on my wrist – it had been a sixteenth birthday present from my mother and David, filled with ocean-related charms. I pulled at the pearl, a gift from my father for that same birthday. I stayed quiet the entire car ride, and Mom and David followed suit. When we arrived at the train station, I was the first one out of the car.
“All right, well... This is it,” I said, pulling both of my parents in for a hug.
“Be safe,” Mom whispered, one hand on the back of my head. “Please, just... be safe.”
All three of us had tears in our eyes when we stepped back. “This is ridiculous,” I said, laughing while wiping my eyes. “Why are we crying? I’ll be back in September, maybe sooner, if camp gets sickening. It’s not like I’m never going to see you guys again.”
“That’s very true,” David said, putting an arm around my mother. “But we’re just gonna miss you, sweetie.”
“Don’t make me cry any harder!” I said. “Seriously! I’ll see you guys in a few months. I love you.”
“We love you too,” he said. Mom was crying too hard to say anything at that point. I wondered if maybe she knew something I didn’t. But I put that thought of my mind as the final boarding call for my train was announced, and I ran to make it to my car. As I was sitting in my room, I had a feeling that this summer was going to be different. This summer, hell was going to be raised, and I wasn’t just talking about Hades.
I want to be a part of this roleplay because I love Percy Jackson and CHB, and this concept is so so interesting. It's currently the only roleplay I'd be in that's active, so I'd be able to give it my all.