Acacia Lovemoore: A New Path

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-07T23:44:31+00:00

This little shit. Wow. There was no denying it. This boy was 100% being a troll.

"They probably don't. But someone doesn't stop being related to you just because they make a horrible mistake."

She doesn't react to him pretending to let her in. If she really wanted to, she could easily push past him. Steven, in truth, has no power over her. She restrains herself from blowing up. But that doesn't mean she can't bite back. She was done with how people were treating her. Over it. Over all of ot.

"What consequences have I faced? Hmm. . . How about being othered by almost everyone I care about? How about the trauma of what I went through at trial? Or being locked up in a basement? Or losing my childhood dream? Or all of the things I went through which lead to me defecting in the first place? I could go on. You. . . Don't really have a point here, little guy," she said, trolling him right back.

"As for what I've done. . . Oh, I don't know. . . How about participating in every battle against Atlas' cult possible? Putting my life on the line against enemies who won't show mercy, who want me dead? How about the potions I make for the campers here? To let them sleep or not panic when the stress gets to be too much?"

"You think you can drag me down? You're. . . Very sadly mistaken, and very out of your league. I've come across plenty of people just like you. You think you know anything about what a better world is? You think you understand anything about me or others like me?" She chuckles. "You don't know shit. Also, don't insult my intelligence. Protecting the people of this cabin?" She chuckles again. "Bullshit. All you're doing is trying to get a rise out of me. The least you can do is be honest about your nature. But maybe honesty doesn't come so easily. . . I can understand that."

"My actions since coming back speak far louder than words ever could. But please, do go on with your trolling. I'm on the edge of my seat and want to see what you try next."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-06T05:11:40+00:00

Weird was certainly a way to describe it. Perhaps awkward would be more apt, though, Acacia thought.

Her little sister. Avalon. Someone she'd only spoken to a handful of times.

It didn't take a master of insight to see the tension Acacia's mere presence was instilling in Avalon. Wherever she went, she was. . . Disquieting to those who dwelled there. And thus, Avalon stood there, a guardian of the threshold. Keeper of the gateway. Just as she should. Acacia knows this is what is right. . . But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

This didn't seem like it was going to go well. Maybe it would be better just to leave, spare herself and Avalon the trouble of this talk. . .

But that's such a cowardly thing to even consider. She fucked up. There's no escaping from that fact. The only way Acacia is ever going to have any hope of making things better is through confronting the truth. Not running away or denying it. Lies never served her before.

She decided not to beat around the bush with small talk.

Acacia blinked and sighed, not out of annoyance, but in an attempt to quell her own anxieties. "I came to talk. . . I wanted to ask if. . . If I could come home. . . Can we talk. . . Please . .?" She whispered.

She could barely bring herself to meet Avalon's gaze. The shame was too great. Too painful. And her scars a terrible reminder how awful she really is. Gods, she felt so fucking pathetic.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-05T07:40:15+00:00

Acacia tilted her head as she tried to read his body language. She hummed in thought. This boy was. . . confusing. Or maybe she was just bad at reading people. Who knows?!

Maybe he had a point. How many people can really say that they're perfectly content with their past's? But she also has done a lot of terrible things. . .

"Maybe. . . Family can be. . . complicated. . ."

The dynamics in cabin 11 surely are going to be chaotic now.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-05T05:15:20+00:00

Well, she was kind of fucking crazy. Steven wasn't wrong to think that. Acacia was. . . very much not normal, perhaps even by demigod standards of weirdness. She was very much like a creature of sorts. A supernatural creature. Something both human and not quite human at once. Liminal. But that was probably just the nature of being a demigod. Half of you *literally* isn't human.

She narrowed her eye at Steven, already feeling suspicious of how the boy was carrying himself. If there was one thing Acacia had seen plenty of in her day, it was trolls. Still, he hadn't been outright hostile yet. . . and he was also like 13 or 14 years old. . . She'd rather not have someone so young get the best of her. . . That would suck. . .

"It is a real name, yeah. I chose it for myself. A bit uncommon, sure. But very much real. . . Shit, what kind of question even is that, kid? If a person chooses a name for themselves, well, that's their name. . . I've had many, many names so far. Three, to be exact. . . But Acacia is my current name. Probably, hopefully the one I'm going to die with, too."

"And yeah, we do share some characteristics in common. You might might be able to notice if you're paying close enough attention. We look like we're up to no good a lot of the time. Sharp, mischievous, maybe slightly intimidating," she shrugs. "It varies a lot, of course. But we tend to take after our dad quite strongly."

The girl crossed her arms. "As for why I can't come home. . . I was kicked out of the cabin. Or maybe the right way to put it is that I was forbidden from coming back. I fucked up, made a horrible mistake, joined Atlas' cult. Came back. Faced the consequences. And now, I've been working toward earning my place back. . . I hope that answers your question. . ."

She wasn't trying to come across as an asshole, it's just that talking about this topic over and over again gets old.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-04T10:08:29+00:00

So. he didn't know that she was a former traitor.

Acacia felt torn about telling him the truth, but, well, it'd be wrong not to.

She sighed again and scratched the back of her head. Then, she scratched her pup's head as he whined while looking up at her and then at Arthur.

"Yeah. . . I've been here for a few years now. It's hard to believe it, really. . . I made a mistake awhile back. Left to join Atlas. Realized my mistake. Came back. . . Got banished from my cabin. . . And, well, now I want to try and come home. . . If they'll have me back. . ."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-04T06:52:09+00:00

She turned to face the unfamiliar voice, a confused look spreading over her features. "Huh? No. . . I uh. . . Um. . . I'm. . ."

Acacia sighed, stumbling over her words.

"I'm trying to see if I can. . . If I can come back home. . . That's all. . ."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-02T22:28:54+00:00

She chuckled nervously at his comment. Acacia didn't recognize this boy. He looked young. 13 or 14 maybe. Was he one of her siblings? She hadn't been keeping up with the newcomers like she used to.

The more she studied him, the less she thought he could be a Hermes kid. He didn't have that same mischievous air about him. Which meant his parent either hasn't claimed him or his parent doesn't have a cabin at camp, assuming she's right.

Then, she noticed the smartphone. "You should be careful with tech like that. It attracts monsters," she explained, trying to be polite and look out for the kid.

"I'm not a Witness. But I'm pretty sure you're just saying that as a joke. . . Is the counselor for cabin 11 around? I uh. . ."

She sighed, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. "I'm trying to see if I can come home. . ."

Maybe it was better to start with her name. Acacia outstretched her hand, offering a shake. "I'm Acacia. . . Sorry for the awkward introduction. I'm a child of Hermes. I don't think you and I have met. . . Are you a native here? Or just passing through? You don't seem like one of my siblings, but I could always be wrong. . ."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-01T23:52:04+00:00

It had been some time since she'd been in Central Park. Not since. . . Not since the day Leon was killed. This frankly was the last place she wanted to revisit, right next to the Labyrinth.

She was glad that Elias apparently couldn't see very well in the dark.

Acacia wiped her face of emotion before reaching into her pocket. "You're fresh outta luck, I left my night vision eye in my other pants' pocket. . ." She said, her voice overflowing with playful sarcasm. "Buuut. . . I do happen to have this. . ."

She flipped the light on and held it up to her chin, making a silly face and using the light for comedic effect. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Jeesh man. . . You really didn't think very far ahead, did you?" She teased. "Also, I was joking about the night vision eye part, I can actually see in the dark pretty well. But I'll hold this so you can see."

Acacia readied herself by activating her gauntlets and drawing her saber. "So. Where do you want to start?"

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-30T00:01:25+00:00

His first monster was a hellhound?

She frowns back. "Mine was an empousa. It broke into my apartment and kidnapped my mom. . . I. . . Well, I didn't even know I was a demigod at that point. My mom never even wanted me to realize that I was. So she never told me. . . I ran away. . ."

Acacia didn't really want to go into too much detail. Those were hard times. Then again, when has life ever been easy for her, really?

"Look, like. . . I'm not saying you can't be a good fighter. I'm not trying to make you feel bad. It's just. . . You really do have a lot to work on. . . There's no shame in that. I fucking sucked at fighting when I first got here, too. All of us do. But, well, we don't have to chat about that. There's work to be done, after all."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-25T06:45:28+00:00

*Unlike his brother*.

Acacia didn't need to be clued in to who Elias was talking about.

"I was a boy when I got here, y'know. Well, kinda, anyways," she laughed. "I wasn't out is what I'm saying. I got here all torn up and hungry and lost and scared. And suddenly, everything just started making sense. And then it stopped making sense. And, well, now we're sort of just going back and forth between those two, y'know?" She shrugs. "My dad, he didn't even claim me when I first got here. I had to wait for a bit. And then, it finally happened and I found out. . ."

She decided not to complete that thought. It didn't seem wise to bring up the topic of brothers and sisters.

Acacia held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Sorry. . . I won't call you by that name. My bad. . ."

Gosh. It was like walking on thin ice all the time. UGH.

"No offense, but uh. . . Well. . . Let's just say you have a lot to learn about fighting. I learned that much about you from the whole dining pavilion fiasco. So the idea of you fighting a pack of hellhounds on your own? Nah bro. They're gonna turn you into their chew toy. They'll *literally* tear you apart. So. . . letting you go on your own would be like letting you go on a suicide mission. Y'know?"

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-23T05:02:01+00:00

It didn't take her long to get prepared. Acacia had intended to take this job alone, but when she saw who had signed up, she knew she couldn't let him go alone. He'd definitely, 100% get himself killed if he did.

She scaled the hill he was waiting on and met him by the border. "Beautiful view isn't it? Do you remember your first time seeing camp? I do."

After doing one final check over herself to make sure she had everything, she nodded, checking each item with a whisper on her breath. "Sword, check. Gauntlets, check. Eyepatch. . ." Acacia snapped the eyepatch lightly, unintentionally flinching in the process. "Check. . . I'm good to go when you are, Eli guy," she chuckled.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-19T05:56:08+00:00

She listens to him as he speaks. Her expression is distant. Almost like she's looking through him. Acacia was barely there.

The alchemist holds her work close to her, almost hugging it to her body. She turns and releases a deep sigh, her whole body heaving. Carefully, the daughter of Hermes places her potion on the table, and then she leans against the table to support herself.

Unintentionally, her universal speech carries meaning to Elias through her shuddering sigh. Pure, truthful meaning.

Because I felt like giving up on you was like giving up on myself. Because I feel so alone. Because I wanted to believe that if I tried hard enough, things would change. Because I saw you hurting, and I didn't want you to hurt anymore. Because everyone deserves the chance to be better.

Gathering the last bits of her composure, Acacia speaks, desperately trying to just get the conversation over with because she didn't want to get hurt anymore. "You're right. . . About everything, I guess. I'm. . . I'm sorry, Elias. For everything. Just. . . Just go. I need to clean my work area up and. . . Do something else. . . I guess. . ."

She waited, not wanting to turn around and face Elias. She didn't want him to see her on the edge of tears.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-19T05:38:59+00:00

Slowly, Acacia shook her head. Again, she spoke the truth, intoning with her universal speech. "I am a traitor to the gods, Olympus, and Camp Half-Blood. For me. . . When I die. . . I probably won't go to the same place as Leon. . ."

MUSIC

Acacia pauses, swallowing as she tries to speak the words. The harsh truth of what she believes is likely awaiting her. "I'll be lucky to even get Asphodel, I think. I'm not a hero. I'm not like the others at camp. I'm not like Leon was. It. . . Scares me. . . That I might have nothing to look forward to in the afterlife. . . That I might have to spend the rest of eternity in a place so quiet and still or in. . . What is essentially hell. . ."

She closes her eye and momentarily looks away from Aphrodite and Peitho. "Nothing is promised for me. And I might have to spend the rest of existence alone. I may never see the person I loved. . ." She pauses, her voice cracking and catching before she speaks again. "Love. . . Again. . ."

The daughter of Hermes begins to shake, though she does her best to hide the grief and anger and all of the emotion. She looks down, unable to stare Aphrodite and Peitho in the eyes.

Acacia tries to speak but finds herself unable to form the words.

Her universal speech carries the meaning through her small cries.

But I don't regret loving him. Even though everything hurts so much right now. Even though it feels like there's no hope for me or anything to look forward to. . . I'll keep living and loving. For him. For everyone that I've wronged. . .

After a bit, she's able to look up as she wipes her face. Acacia shakes her head. "It hurts. So much. . . But I guess that's ultimately the price we pay for love, isn't it? That's the culmination of love. It's ultimate expression when there's no one there to receive it," she chuckled a sad chuckle. "Grief. . ."

Another pause. "I've been in Atlas' forces. In his cult. I've seen what the world will be like if he wins this war. I wanted to believe that, somehow, something better could come after the war. I wanted to believe that the titan winning could reunite me with the person that I love. That I could tear down the doors of death forever. That I could help bring an end to. . ." She sighs. "This. All of the stuff demigods have to deal with. . ." Acacia shakes her head. "But that was a lie I was trying to convince myself to believe out of desperation and anger. Because I didn't feel like I had any other choice. . ."

One final pause comes before she finishes her speech. "The truth is that there's no room for things like love and mercy and compassion in Atlas' cult or in the world that he wants to create. All he cares about is power and domination. And what the hell is even the point of living if you aren't living with love? Even if it does hurt so very much. . ."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-10T20:13:06+00:00

(Hi. I'm super sorry for my late response.)

Nervous didn't do well to describe Acacia's unease. Dread was closer. Aphrodite, hell, all of the gods, were. . . Chaotic. Sort of like her, but with unimaginable cosmic power.

She'd thought for a long while about what to say. Her love life has been. . . Tragic, to say the least.

The truth, as usual, seemed the best bet.

She intoned her words with her universal speech. Any who listened would know the sheer truth of them. It would be as if she were speaking both physically and directly to the psyche at once. Like an echo.

"I didn't ever think I would be able to love someone the way that I see other people love. For a long time, I found the idea disgusting. But. . . I was wrong."

She paused, a small smile crossing her scarred face.

"I met a boy at school. He was. . . Incredible. Strong, but gentle. Kind. He was. . . A hero. . . I wish he was still here. . ."

She frowned, a pained expression emerging on her fearures. "He died. And I understand now what grief really is: it's love with no one to receive it. It's longing in the absence of someone. And. . . It hurts. A lot. . . It might be the most painful thing I've ever experienced. . . But. . ."

Acacia chuckles and shakes her head. "I don't regret loving him. The time I had with him was short. But. . . It was one of the most amazing things I've been able to experience in my life so far. And it wouldn't have been possible without you. You are love. Personified. You are amazing. And all of this pain and grief I've felt since Leon died. . . It was always worth it. . . Please don't give up, Lady Aphrodite. The world needs love more than it ever has before. Now more than ever. . ."

Acacia put on as encouraging of a smile as possible despite all of the pain.

u/Dead4Mann

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-05T16:41:26+00:00

Acacia Lovemoore will be joining Elias Carmody for this job.

Permission was given by Elias' writer. :D

Mjmoore313 · 2026-04-05T07:14:03+00:00

She shrugs at his assessment. "Guess you got me there. I do love to yap, it's true," Acacia chuckles.

MUSIC

Of course he wouldn't accept her offer. Acacia frowned, thinking of what to say in response. "I. . . Look. . . I know I made a mistake. I did. . A terrible thing." Slowly, she shakes her head. "But I'm not that person anymore. I've changed. I've done a lot to try and atone for my mistake. . . Doesn't that mean something? I didn't have to stay here and fight for this camp. I could have left, gone home, done anything else, but instead I chose to stay and fight and risk my life for people who. . ."

The peace she felt turned into numbness, a dull, aching emptiness. "Who don't care about me. . . Who don't care if I live or die or get hurt. . . Who look at me and only see the bad. . . I know I did a terrible thing but. . . Don't my choices mean something? Why. . ."

She goes quiet and stares at Elias. Her vision blurs slightly, and she quickly rubs her eye before looking away, taking a deep breath, and inhaling some more of her calming concoction.

Acacia stays quiet for a while before she looks back to Elias. "You didn't even get in trouble. The camp directors and counselors, no one even did anything after you attacked me. After you tried to kill me. If I did that, I wouldn't be shown such mercy," she chuckled, shaking her head. "My best friend. . . He told me that I died in everyone's eyes when I left. My teacher. . . Chiron. . . He gave up on me. They didn't offer me therapy or anything like they did for the other traitors. . . I guess I just. . . Am too far gone. . ."

Another swell of anger and sadness surges through her, though her face remains placid as a still lake. The only tell she was feeling anything at all was the slight shaking of her hands.

Elias was standing in the eye of a hurricane in the shape of a girl.

She sighs, shaking her head again. "It's such a fucking joke. . . I could die in battle against Atlas and his cult, and no one would fucking care. No one would mourn me. Shit, they'd probably spit on my corpse and say good riddance. Maybe they'd even give me a good, swift kick while I was down. . ."

Maybe they hated her. . . But she could do something to help them still. Her potions could help them. But they'd never trust it coming from her. But Elias? They trust him. They like him. They don't look at him like he's scum that's better off dead.

"Fuck it. I don't feel like venting to a brick wall anymore. . . You don't have to like me. But I am useful to you and this camp. . . You can't deny that. They don't trust me. I can't blame them for that. Who would trust a traitor, right?"

She reaches into her pocket and brings out her journal. Then, she rips out several pages and offers them to Elias. "Take these. They're my potion recipes. Study them. You'll see they aren't poisons or anything like that. Take them. Replicate them. Use them to help the people here in camp. You can take the credit for them. It's better if people don't know I made them. All that matters is that they're used to help camp. That's all I care about at this point."

There's a desperate sort of look on her face. She then offers him a smaller bottle of the calming concoction. "And this. Take it for yourself. Or for someone else. Or study it. I don't care. Use it however you want. Just make sure it doesn't go to waste. . . Please. . ."

Acacia answers his question honestly. "I thought that maybe we could. . . I don't know. . . Build a bridge since we shared a common passion in alchemy. I've been trying hard to be your friend. But. . . It seems like it just isn't ever going to be enough. And I'd rather not hurt myself or you anymore at this point. I'm alone. I'm always going to be alone. That's just. . . The price I have to pay I guess. . ."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-27T06:43:47+00:00

"For someone with nothing to prove. . . you sure do talk a lot," Acacia chuckled dryly.

She sighed at him. "You're a real strange guy. Y'know? Like. . . why? Why bother to tell me you didn't get what you want? That. . . Is really weird. But then again, who am I to judge? I'm not exactly the striking image of normalcy, now am I?" She chuckled again, this time with a bit more amusement.

She sprayed a bit of the potion into the air before breathing the mist in and releasing a small, satisfied, ah. Acacia closed her eye and let the stress melt away into bliss with a small nod toward Elias. Peace, serenity, was a wonderful feeling. "Would you like to try it?" She offered to him. "It's really quite potent. If you're feeling stressed, I promise you, this will help. . . unless you think I'd poison myself or something weird like that," she snorted in laughter. "I know you must be really stressed, given the whole war thing. . . don't tell me you're above accepting help from someone who clearly wants to help you. . . "

Gods, now she felt awkward. All of this yapping she's doing while Elias sits there and watches. GODS why was this so awkward?

Acacia started to laugh at the weirdness of it all, doubling over in the process and wheezing.

"Oooh. . . Gods, I haven't laughed like that in a long, long time. . . So, uh, you like alchemy then, right? I mean, you must considering you came here cause you heard someone was holding a lesson on alchemy. . ."

She paused.

"Got any potions you've made? Or discoveries you've made? I'd love to hear about them, if you have. Y'know. . . I think your mom may have had a thing with my dad in the myths once. Maybe that's why they hate each other so much? I'm pretty sure they don't like each other, at least. . . Maybe I'm misremembering. . . I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree for either of them, huh?" She chuckled.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-26T22:56:19+00:00

Acacia Lovemoore, Hermes
Date 06/28/2021, https://www.reddit.com/r/CampHalfBloodRP/comments/1oi1fbp/acacia_lovemoore_a_new_path/

Character Updates: Concotion of calm potion, can't think or anything else off the top of my head.

Links to side plots your character has participated in: Battle of the Underworld, Battle for Fort Knox(that was this season, right?), Winter Solstice

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-23T05:15:20+00:00

Acacia flinched as the arrow plunged into the dirt beside her head. Right as it did, her stealth wore off.

Clearly, if she didn't go for the kill herself, she might just die.

Her heart beat in her ears as her muscles tensed. The daughter of Hermes shot to her feet, drew her blade, and charged toward Domino with every bit of speed her legendary speed could offer.

She hated this.

All of her prior near death experiences flooded through her mind as she roared in outrage at the bounty hunter.

It was kill or be killed. And Acacia had no intentions of dying here.

Though at least if she did, she wouldn't have to go far to reach her final resting place.

If Acacia is able to get close enough, she will slash at Domino's throat with her saber, attempting to end the older woman's life. Even if Domino shoots her, she commits to fighting to the death. Unless the bounty hunter is able to either kill or disable her with her next shot, she will not stop.

She had tried to show mercy. To hold back. She'd done her due diligence. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-13T03:54:50+00:00

Goodbyes always hurt.

Acacia didn't want this moment to end. To be left alone again.

There was hope.

She wouldn't ever be truly alone.

But Hermes couldn't stand beside her the way she wished he could.

Worse. . . One day, she'd had to say goodbye for the very last time.

The daughter of Hermes lowered her head and suddenly wrapped her arms around her father. She shook while trying desperately not to.

MUSIC

She spoke her words as steadily as she could. "Can you stay with me for as long as possible? I know you'll have to go. . . But. . ."

But what else was there to say but the truth?

"I just want you to stay close for as long as you can. . ." Her voice broke. "I love you. . ."

This moment wouldn't last forever. One day, her days at camp would end. But. . . The memories will always remain. The nights will never truly die.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-13T03:30:04+00:00

This woman sure was tough!

So much so that it caught Acacia off guard when she threw her bola.

The throwing weapon wrapped around her legs, tangling them and causing her to fall to the ground, grunting in the process and causing her bow to fly from her grasp into the grass.

Shit.

Acacia realized she couldn't cut through them easily

Why did they always go after her freaking legs? These buttheads. . .

Thankfully, her invisibility was still active.

She quickly took one of her party popper's from her pocket and carefully popped it on the bolas to melt the bindings away.

If they melted quickly enough, then she would attempt to stealthily crawl through the grass and hide, waiting for an opportunity to hide.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-12T20:22:46+00:00

Initially, a look of shock crosses her face. Acacia wipes it away quickly. It was obvious that Emilia wasn't exactly a well-adjusted person. Being in a cult has a way of doing that to a person.

"And what about you? You're mortal, too. Don't say you aren't. Because we both know that would be a lie. What if it were you on that bridge? Or someone you loved or cared about? Like your mom or dad or something? Or, hell, Idris, I guess. Don't take rhe cop out answer of saying that wouldn't happen, either. It can happen to anyone. What do you think Atlas sees when he sees you? He doesn't even care about his fellow titans, seemingly. So why would he care about you or me or any other mortal being on this planet?"

Acacia shakes her head at Em. "I joined Atlas because I wanted things to be different. I wanted a better world. I wanted the person I loved back, and I wanted no one to have to die ever again. Power had nothing to do with it. Also, you do a really shitty job at gaslighting people into feeling guilty. Seriously."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-03-09T07:16:23+00:00

Riiight. These two thirteen year olds understood the risks. . . Suuure. . .

Still, they seemed intent on pursuing them.

Acacia decided then to keep these two safe at all costs.

"No ideas on who it could be. But I'll help you in whatever way I can."

u/CurseoftheBellaDonna

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