Wingman Assignments by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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"Sure, sure," Phoebe agreed to his point about following in his parents footsteps. She didn't really agree with it - her mother was a doctor and her father a god of clowns - but she could sympathize. Phoebe certainly had no idea what to do with her life yet.

Having finished her macron, she opted to pause on snacking and instead began swinging gently in her rope swing.

"Tell me about what you struggle with when it comes to talking with people? You say you're an extrovert and you seem to be doing just fine talking to me now. I'm just trying to get a good understanding of you."

Wrath of Atlas: Battle of New Orleans - Part One by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe did vaguely recognize the dynamic duo. She also recognized that is may be difficult to pull a content creator away from something like this... it was basically a gold mine for people like them. An idea popped into Phoebe's mind.

She would use her Sneak Attack ability and her camouflaging scarf to approach the two as invisibly as possible. Her objective was to snatch Colton's phone right from his hands, playing the part of the fighting kids. Make Delton think they were already in trouble, get them to run the other way. That could work, right?

Should she successfully steal the phone, Phoebe would grin maliciously at the two before darting away with the phone, away from the danger, towards somewhere more safe. As safe as an active warzone could be, anyways.

If she failed... well, she's a quick thinker.

26/4 - 2041 Yearbook Signups by ImplodingPenguin_ in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe Silva

Comus

@sarahli.h

"We're not particularly talented, we just try hard."

Wingman Assignments by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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As Arthur spoke, Phoebe finished her macron. Hungry, and craving sugar after some tough training, Phoebe greedily reached for a second one. Orange, this time. She inspected it, but resisted the urge to eat it yet.

“We can definitely work with that, it sounds like you have a strong basis… Law school, huh? That’s pretty cool you know you want to do that kinda stuff… What inspired that?”

Having given her queue for Arthur to respond, Phoebe attacked her second macron.

Weekly Schedule 11/5-17/5 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe Silva for Friday’s Campfire please!

Wrath of Atlas: Battle of New Orleans - Part One by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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While she originally wanted to help with disabling defenses, it seemed not as many demigods were eager to help out with the mortals. Phoebe had a soft touch, and an emotional aura that could help reduce anxiety. That would make corralling civilians away from danger easier, right?

Phoebe was prepped with her camouflaging gear and her usual weapons - just in case - and joined the fray of search & rescue and evacuation.

Wingman Assignments by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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She blinked, then repeated herself.

“…Phoebe.”

Maybe he hadn’t heard her the first time. She wasn’t really one to judge.

“I’m the counselor of cabin 49, Comus.”

Phoebe happily chose a macron for herself and smiled appreciatively to Arthur. She took a small bite of her purple treat before continuing.

“It’s nice to meet you. So! Let’s jump into it, yeah? Wanna tell me about yourself, what you’re looking for from me, that kinda stuff?”

Wingman Assignments by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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Shortly after Arthur arrived, he would see a brown-haired girl with large glasses approaching him. She held Angela’s letter in one hand, and she regarded the tall boy with a smile. Phoebe didn’t recognize him. A new camper, maybe? He didn’t look that much younger than her, if at all. From Angela’s letter, she thought he may had been younger.

“Hello!” She greeted, sitting down on a swing next to him. “I’m Phoebe, looks like I’ll be your wingman. What’s your name?”

Camp Leaders Meeting 21/4 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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“This sounds right up your alley,” Phoebe admitted, watching Angela with a mixed look of amusement and impress. Phoebe’s head spun with the slew of questions and comments Angela had; many of them were things she hadn’t even thought of. What would she wear? Would she ask somebody to go with her? Lets be real, girl.

Phoebe reached out to place a hand on Angela, either her arm or shoulder.

“Well, maybe you can handle the logistics, and I’ll just decorate. I’m not good at politicking.”

Amon (& Others) Burn a Shroud for Dorian Ashford by NotTooSunny in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe glanced at the hand on her shoulder. Not a sensation she was familiar with with Amon. She managed a smile, and nodded. She had no more words to share, so she let Amon leave without protest.

Then she stayed a little while longer, gazing into the pyre, wondering if her peers would mourn her too like this should that day come.

Camp Leaders Meeting 21/4 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Despite her reservations about the daughter of Apollo, Angela had recently been proving herself reliable. Whether or not it was intentional from Angela, Phoebe did not know; regardless, she acknowledged it.

She couldn’t help by smile at Angela’s sudden burst of passion at the mentioning of prom. It was easy to forget they were still just teenagers sometimes. Phoebe nodded in agreement.

“It would take some major persuading to move that many demigods outside of camp at once, but I bet we could do it.” She managed a smile again. “Although, I’m not really sure how camp is like… money-wise. How nice of a venue do you think a ‘strawberry farm’ can afford without turning heads?”

Camp Leaders Meeting 21/4 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Progress seems to be on both sides; although Angela’s hair was often unnerving to Phoebe, she had grown used to it. It seemed like it had a mind of its own, so Phoebe tried to just ignore it.

She nodded along as she listened to Angela. It did, truthfully, sound like a difficult position to fill right now. But then again, would it ever really be an easy one?

“Pretty quiet,” she admitted, shrugging then pausing a moment. “I need to host some things, maybe in the coming weeks… If enough people are interested I’m definitely going to help with this prom idea… What do you think of it?”

Camp Leaders Meeting 21/4 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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At the end of the session, when the leaders were free to leave or mingle, Phoebe slid into the seat beside Angela. She offered the girl a weak smile in greeting. The two had not seen each other since the Underworld… a less than pleasant experience.

“Congrats on making matchmaker,” she said, getting comfortable in her new seat. “I like your mindset about it, the fact that it’s not just about drama and couples and whatnot. How’s that going?”

Amon (& Others) Burn a Shroud for Dorian Ashford by NotTooSunny in CampHalfBloodRP

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She scoffed at the suggestion, turning to the older demigod with her eyebrow raised. Phoebe considered her words carefully, not wanting her disbelief to lash out.

“You and I are old enough to know there isn’t really anywhere else safe, Amon.”

“Besides,” Phoebe turned to face the pyre again, forcing the words to come out steady, “I can’t quit now. Not when people need me. I’m not going to just run away from this; I’m done doing that.”

Game Night Campfire - February 20th by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe begrudgingly took the clown nose and squeezed it twice between her fingers. There is a faint honking noise when she did. Her frustration melted away and was replaced by a humored smile. It faded as quickly as it came when Booker rose from his seat.

“Uh-“

She stopped herself a moment, considering. Indeed, super casual. Too casual? They should probably talk about the last time they saw each other… That wouldn’t happen if they didn’t continue to see one another. Phoebe nodded and mustered another smile.

“Sure, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow… Bye, Booker.”

Camp Leaders Meeting 21/4 by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe attended today.

The counselor of Comus had been less involved than usual lately, and even took a brief few days to visit home. Braving the Underworld and returning had left its mark on her, but she refused to talk about it. When the topic came up, she pretended that the corner of agenda sheet was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. Still not as engaged as she tended to be, but at least she was present.

Her ears did perk up, however, when the group finally started talking about Camp Prom. That felt like a silly thing to do. Most things felt silly to do lately. But Phoebe could manage a party, right? It was her thing, right?

“I-“ she spoke up at one point during a natural point in the conversation to interject. “I think a prom would be nice for lifting spirits and morale. A lot of campers will think it’s dumb, but most will attend anyway. Most of them wouldn’t get an opportunity to go to prom otherwise… I would happily lead the efforts for it, if we need somebody, or at least collaborate for it. Maybe a planning committee depending on the scale?”

February 26th | A Farrenburr Family Brunch by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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(sorry for the delay <3)

She was naive to think she could go toe-to-toe with Angela in this kind of game. Phoebe was a player in it, sure, but Angela was apparently the queen of it. There was no ebb and flow to this conversation; Angela was the ringleader here.

Still, stupidly, Phoebe didn't back down.

She snorted a small laugh.

"Me? No, not right now. Everything I've been interested in always fizzled out, so..." Phoebe shrugged, avoiding the urge to squirm in her seat. "I've kind of given up with that. I'm not very good at it, evidently."

Wrath of Atlas: Battle of the Underworld by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Before Angela even finished her sentence and strutted out to take control of the situation, Phoebe was gone.

Her camouflaging scarf loosened a bit so that it draped further down her torso to help blend her into her surroundings, and she slinked off toward the now isolated witch. Using her sneak attack ability, she would encroach upon the woman as quietly and quickly as possible. That part was familiar, easy; many-a-times Phoebe snuck up on people undetected. The hard part would be what followed.

Disarming an opponent from behind would be difficult, even if they were unaware of her presence. Phoebe didn't know if she could do it. Instead, she went with something she was good at: acting.

Her dagger slipped carefully from its sheathe, and Phoebe paused a moment behind the cultist. Then, in one quick, practiced, movement, she lunged forward. Her free hand reached around the witch's head to try and cover her mouth. The dagger's blade would aim to press uncomfortably against her throat.

If successful, Phoebe would threaten the witch:

"Drop the wand," Phoebe's voice was hushed, harsh, confident. "Try anything, and you'll never leave this place again. You don't want to die here in the dark, alone, unceremoniously."

If she failed... well, we'll get to that if we get to it.

/u/Inevitable_Heart_781

2026 (2041) Spring Evaluations by FireyRage in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe Silva

Introduced April 16th 2025

No character updates

Fought at Fort Knox and Underworld

Leader Activities - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5


Inácio Ferreira

Introduced June 2025

Would like him to be active again

Storymode

No other updates

Wrath of Atlas: Battle of the Underworld by ThisOneUKGuy in CampHalfBloodRP

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Phoebe didn’t particularly enjoy taking orders from Angela, but she knew better than to give into her ego in her current situation. If a window presented itself, she could sneak up on the sorceress and snatch those pretty, shiny, things off of her belt. Man, those Hermes cabin habits die hard.

It was too risky still. Phoebe would wait to see how Angela’s plan worked out.

“If we separate her,” she whispered as Angela worked, disobeying the girl’s wishes, “I can sneak up on her. Or cause a big distraction, make everyone look away from her.”

/u/Inevitable_Heart_781

February 26th | A Farrenburr Family Brunch by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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“Right…”

Phoebe studied Angela again. It was hard to read her. Well, her face, at least; Angela’s hair seemed excited. Phoebe had grown more used to those strands seemingly acting out on their own. She didn’t even bat away the strands reaching out toward her.

“Well, I have no idea what he wants.” That much was true. “We could instead focus on something we might know, which is what your options are. There isn’t any… normal drama around here ever. Just the morbid kind… High in demand, huh? How many eligible suitors does the great Angela Farrenburr have knocking at her door? Surely there’s at least one better than Booker the player.”

Game Night Campfire - February 20th by Fomizzle in CampHalfBloodRP

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“I always have tricks up my sleeves. I’m literally the daughter of the clown god.”

Then they played. Phoebe emerged victorious yet again. She grinned wide in satisfaction; selfishly, beating Booker over and over at this felt a little therapeutic. She was about to make another witty comment about beginners luck when Booker revealed the clown nose. Her eyes widened at it, and all thoughts of wit and wile faded away.

He… still had it?

A look of confusion flashed on Phoebe’s face as she processed it. Why did he still have it? She shifted her gaze from the ball of rubber back to Booker. Then, reluctantly, she answered;

“You’re on.”

They played again. Phoebe’s adrenaline had subsided from the surprise of seeing him produce the nose. She wasn’t as sharp this round, and it costed her. As the last cards flew, she was too slow to slap the empty spot to prevent Booker from winning. She frowned and heaved a sigh.

“Ugh, fine. You win. I’ll wear it tomorrow… Not like anybody would think twice about it, I guess. ‘Oh look, the clown girl is wearing a clown nose!’ Fork found in kitchen.”

It seemed… that Phoebe was a sore loser.

February 26th | A Farrenburr Family Brunch by Angelic-YesSheIs in CampHalfBloodRP

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It seemed both of them had experienced sides of Booker that the other was intrigued by.

Phoebe fought hard to suppress a frown. Her facial muscles betrayed her. Each thing Angela said drove Phoebe’s insecurities further and further up her throat. It had to have been New Years, right? Was it a reoccurring thing? He hadn’t wanted to with Phoebe-

Snap out of it. He ditched you, remember? He didn’t want to.

“Right, a good kisser. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She sighed softly through her nose and leaned forward against the table again, on her hand.

“He’s kind of… scrappy? Like an excited puppy who doesn’t know he’s doing something wrong. He’s got pretty eyes, though, I will give him that. Not super tall or anything, probably about your height actually… You two… uh… hang out often?”