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Character name: Luke Castellan
Series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Age: 23
Job: Hobo Helper
Canon: In order to stop a dangerous prophecy from coming to pass, the still-powerful Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swear on the River Styx that they won’t have any children that could lead to the inevitable downfall of the age of the Olympians. Unfortunately, they fucked up (literally), and one day, Poseidon’s son, Percy, showed up at the demigod training center, Camp Half-Blood. Like all demigods, he has to deal with monsters, living up to expectations, and a seemingly deadbeat parent who can’t get involved because of godly rules that prevent them from openly favoring their children. But what if these very rules could be the catalyst for the gods’ downfall?
Every story needs a villain, and that’s where Luke Castellan enters the picture. When we first meet this son of Hermes, Luke is the charismatic nice guy who’s in charge of the most neglected (and often unclaimed by their parents) kids at Camp Half-Blood. Over time, his bitterness about their experiences, as well as his own, ends up helping him decide to turn against the gods to bring back the vengeful Titan father of the Olympians, Kronos, and destroy civilization itself. And he almost pulls it off! Most of his success is due to his charisma and ability to read what others want from their lives. Power, protection for a loved one, or even the chance to see someone who’s died again? He’ll promise that and more to get others on his side. And maybe some part of him actually wants them to have these things, too. Thanks to parentage from a trickster god, Luke is cunning in his motivations and slippery in his actions. However, his anger often blinds him, and it often turns his plans into flawed ones that can easily be foiled. But someone has to give him credit for trying.
Sample Entry:
It’s insulting, isn’t it?
You’ve all been faithful to her for a while. I mean, I’ve gotta hand it to you guys-the well-oiled machine of Camp Fuck You Die is impressive. But it isn’t all her button pushing that adds to the atmosphere, is it? It’s been you guys, I can tell. You’ve been the best and the most loyal, the ones who’ve been faithful to Elizabeth Sayre since the very beginning, right when she started out her experiments. But it’s obvious she’s stopped caring about you. Sure, you guys have gold stars for good performances every December and rubber brains in your stockings, but she’s just pandering to you. What about the black dye? What about the real brains? From the looks of things, those idiot campers wouldn’t miss them. She gives them everything, even someone designated to give them real homes, and I’m left wondering-what about you? How many times have you forgotten to drag a camper to breakfast? How many times have you toucans forgotten to trick a camper into believing she was born this way: a boring, good for nothing farmhand? That’s right! I know it’s never.
Elizabeth Sayre has behaved like a goddess of this place for too long! She’s not even a real god. She just plays her part, with her buttons, experience, and bitterness. To achieve what? To favor those who will never appreciate this place? It’s time to stand up against this. Don’t just fly away or shuffle off. The age of the animals has come, and we will force the campers and counselors off to the cornfields on brisk, winter nights. Soon, soon, I can tell how things will be. The gorillas will be clean and have exclusive access to the hot spring-and when they want, they’ll have campers bringing them bananas and princesses named Peach. Ah, I can tell you’re all excited, and I haven’t even finished. You’re all ready to take up arms!
Now, let’s execute my plans for you. You’ll have to start with making Tuesday soup a seven-day-a-week deal for a while. Steal the supplies from the kitchen-the fruit, the nuts, and even the Honey Nut Cheerios that they favor so much on days when they can only find eyeballs saturated in milk. After a while, those campers will be weakened. What’ll they eat, corn from the fields? It’s winter! I’ll have you gorillas take the doors off their barns. With the frequent blizzards here, it won’t be long until they’re begging for warmth. They’ll want you to cuddle them with your large, furry arms. And finally, we’ll do the worst of it: we’ll take down the internet connection here. It’s the very thing that’d piss Dad off, and I know those addicted idiots wouldn’t be able to handle it. How will they stream Top Model and Idol? Heh, they’ll only get it back when they beg us for help, and they’ll realize what Sayre never has: that we really are the ones in charge of things here.
-Except I’ve overestimated your intelligence. Not that surprising. You all want to start with me? Well, if you do, I can assure you that it won’t last very long. After all, I’m not your enemy. Just like you, I’m not even getting minimum wage for this!
Series: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Age: 23
Job: Hobo Helper
Canon: In order to stop a dangerous prophecy from coming to pass, the still-powerful Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swear on the River Styx that they won’t have any children that could lead to the inevitable downfall of the age of the Olympians. Unfortunately, they fucked up (literally), and one day, Poseidon’s son, Percy, showed up at the demigod training center, Camp Half-Blood. Like all demigods, he has to deal with monsters, living up to expectations, and a seemingly deadbeat parent who can’t get involved because of godly rules that prevent them from openly favoring their children. But what if these very rules could be the catalyst for the gods’ downfall?
Every story needs a villain, and that’s where Luke Castellan enters the picture. When we first meet this son of Hermes, Luke is the charismatic nice guy who’s in charge of the most neglected (and often unclaimed by their parents) kids at Camp Half-Blood. Over time, his bitterness about their experiences, as well as his own, ends up helping him decide to turn against the gods to bring back the vengeful Titan father of the Olympians, Kronos, and destroy civilization itself. And he almost pulls it off! Most of his success is due to his charisma and ability to read what others want from their lives. Power, protection for a loved one, or even the chance to see someone who’s died again? He’ll promise that and more to get others on his side. And maybe some part of him actually wants them to have these things, too. Thanks to parentage from a trickster god, Luke is cunning in his motivations and slippery in his actions. However, his anger often blinds him, and it often turns his plans into flawed ones that can easily be foiled. But someone has to give him credit for trying.
Sample Entry:
It’s insulting, isn’t it?
You’ve all been faithful to her for a while. I mean, I’ve gotta hand it to you guys-the well-oiled machine of Camp Fuck You Die is impressive. But it isn’t all her button pushing that adds to the atmosphere, is it? It’s been you guys, I can tell. You’ve been the best and the most loyal, the ones who’ve been faithful to Elizabeth Sayre since the very beginning, right when she started out her experiments. But it’s obvious she’s stopped caring about you. Sure, you guys have gold stars for good performances every December and rubber brains in your stockings, but she’s just pandering to you. What about the black dye? What about the real brains? From the looks of things, those idiot campers wouldn’t miss them. She gives them everything, even someone designated to give them real homes, and I’m left wondering-what about you? How many times have you forgotten to drag a camper to breakfast? How many times have you toucans forgotten to trick a camper into believing she was born this way: a boring, good for nothing farmhand? That’s right! I know it’s never.
Elizabeth Sayre has behaved like a goddess of this place for too long! She’s not even a real god. She just plays her part, with her buttons, experience, and bitterness. To achieve what? To favor those who will never appreciate this place? It’s time to stand up against this. Don’t just fly away or shuffle off. The age of the animals has come, and we will force the campers and counselors off to the cornfields on brisk, winter nights. Soon, soon, I can tell how things will be. The gorillas will be clean and have exclusive access to the hot spring-and when they want, they’ll have campers bringing them bananas and princesses named Peach. Ah, I can tell you’re all excited, and I haven’t even finished. You’re all ready to take up arms!
Now, let’s execute my plans for you. You’ll have to start with making Tuesday soup a seven-day-a-week deal for a while. Steal the supplies from the kitchen-the fruit, the nuts, and even the Honey Nut Cheerios that they favor so much on days when they can only find eyeballs saturated in milk. After a while, those campers will be weakened. What’ll they eat, corn from the fields? It’s winter! I’ll have you gorillas take the doors off their barns. With the frequent blizzards here, it won’t be long until they’re begging for warmth. They’ll want you to cuddle them with your large, furry arms. And finally, we’ll do the worst of it: we’ll take down the internet connection here. It’s the very thing that’d piss Dad off, and I know those addicted idiots wouldn’t be able to handle it. How will they stream Top Model and Idol? Heh, they’ll only get it back when they beg us for help, and they’ll realize what Sayre never has: that we really are the ones in charge of things here.
-Except I’ve overestimated your intelligence. Not that surprising. You all want to start with me? Well, if you do, I can assure you that it won’t last very long. After all, I’m not your enemy. Just like you, I’m not even getting minimum wage for this!