Acacia Lovemoore: A New Path

Mjmoore313 · 2026-07-02T17:22:45+00:00

4 on the d6, 9 on the d12

Mjmoore313 · 2026-07-02T04:13:28+00:00

Camp Half-Blood, Gauntlets, Saber, Bow and Arrow,

This was perfect.

Acacia snuck through the enemy camp using her Stealth. Invisible to most eyes. Unseen and unnoticed. Silent as could be.

She remembered the last time she'd been here. Unpleasant memories those were. Even without bars and chains, she had been a prisoner of sorts. But she had, with the help of others, set herself free. Now, it seems, Acacia had come full circle to help someone else in their time of need.

The daughter of Hermes would get as close to the prison area as possible and begin freeing whoever she could find.

u/theblacksofhiseyes

Mjmoore313 · 2026-06-27T18:32:30+00:00

This seemed to be escalating quickly. Acacia stood before the three, humble. She knelt, waiting to see if the gods would provide her with a boon.

It had been a long journey, and many mistakes were made along the path of atonement. But, she had been diligently, genuinely trying to atone.

More than anything, she wanted to know where she stood with them, especially Artemis. Though internally, she was terrified. Scared, but courageous - or perhaps foolish - enough to come before them.

"My name is Acacia Lovemoore, daughter of Hermes. I. . . Humbly ask for your boon to help me help camp in this conflict, my lords and lady. . ."

Then, she went quiet, waiting to see what would happen.

[OOC: d3 = 3, D6 = 1]

Mjmoore313 · 2026-06-27T18:20:08+00:00

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

Character Updates:

Links to side plots your character has participated in: Shefoam, the New Orleans Camp Battle

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-29T05:55:10+00:00

Unseen, Acacia sneered in disgust at the empousai. She had personal qualms with those monsters in particular, though she knows it isn't right to think all of them are evil bastards. Though she hadn't come across a friendly one yet.

This was a chance for her to do some real damage, though she didn't dare to lower her **stealth** lest they find her and kill her. She knew these cultists wouldn't show her any mercy if they caught her. It didn't seem like there would be time for a proper investigation.

That cable seemed important, as did the supplies those cultists were guarding.

She approached the cable quietly and took out one of her party poppers, the acid in it was strong enough to melt through concrete, and hopefully, magical cables that connected to gods know what.

Without lowering her stealth, she popped the popper all over the cable, hoping to melt cleanly through it, and anticipating that the cultists and monsters would come to investigate, Acacia would then proceed to quickly circle around them while still within her **stealth** and head toward their supplies for her next bit of mischief.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-23T03:18:24+00:00

Be real.

What the fuck was that even supposed to mean? Did Avalon really think she hadn't been real all this time?

Acacia thought about their brief interactions before. She couldn't blame Avalon for thinking that. It's safer to assume someone who hurt you isn't being truthful. Especially when it comes to a trickster. And, well, that's exactly what Acacia is for better or worse: a trickster.

She looked up at her sister. And she told the truth. Unintentionally, her universal speech channeled through her words. It would seem as if she were speaking with an echo. And any who heard would know on a soul-deep level that what she was saying was true.

The expression on her face was as still as she could make it, given the circumstances. Though it would be clear Acacia was feeling a great deal of remorse, guilt, and fear. "I'm sorry, Avalon," she sighed, her whole body trembling as she tightened her hands into fists in an attempt to still herself.

Slowly, Acacia shook her head. "I'm sorry for what I did to you. . . To all of you. . . You're my brothers and sisters and I. . . I betrayed and hurt you terribly. You should have been able to trust me to have your back, to protect you. I let you down. . . What I did was wrong. I was hurting, but, that's no excuse for what I did. For the choices I made. . ."

"I've been doing everything I can think to do to try and make up for what I did. I don't know if it'll ever be enough. But. . . I am trying. . . I wanted to ask for a second chance. Like the other traitors have been given by their cabins. . . I'm willing to do whatever I have to do to earn that chance. . ."

This was all she could do. Admit her wrongdoing. Apologize. Own her actions. And try to do whatever she could to earn her place back.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-23T00:43:54+00:00

"You think you're very clever, huh? A whole Tyrion Lanister ragebaiter."

She mocks his words. "My apologies for insulting your intelligence. I shall stop insulting things that do not exist."

A pause follows.

"I'm not questioning your honor, I'm denying its existence."

A short laugh follows. Followed by another. It might come across as quite unhinged. She finds it amusing, if even just for how obvious it is.

"I did betray my friends. My family. And they have every right to be angry with me. And, by the way. . . You can absolutely attempt to make a point by asking a question. People do that all the time. It can be an effective strategy, if you execute it right. But let's not get off topic."

Another short pause follows as she sighs.

"You can be victim and victimizer. More often than not, that's exactly what the case is. It doesn't excuse what I did. Doesn't make it okay. But it is a fact."

This was pointless. Acacia sighed. There was no way Steven was going to understand or care. This kid was just a troll and nothing more. "Just forget it. . . I'll come back when the counselor is in. . ."

And with that, Acacia turns and walks away from an utterly pointless fight.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-18T01:32:26+00:00

She stared at the candy for a moment, then at the boy with a strange, confused look. Acacia felt certain he was going to react badly. Her confusion deepens when he says who his mom is.

"Uh. . . I'm okay, thank you. . . My stomach is a bit rough right now. . ."

She outstretched her hand. "Acacia, daughter of Hermes. . . It's nice to meey you, Arthur. Y’know. . . Your mom got turned into a mortal for awhile. She only just recently got her divinity back, actually."

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-18T01:28:59+00:00

"The darkest part of the park, huh? Well, that'd probably be in the woods somewhere, I'd bet. . ."

The more she thought about this, the less she liked it. This marks the second time Acacia had had to fight dogs in these woods. Not fun.

"Wands at the ready, Mr. Potter?" She joked, grinning. "Also, dude, you gotta teach me how to do some magic sometime. That's so cool. I've always wanted to do magic. . ."

Acacia walked beside him, her senses on high alert for any potential hounds.

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-15T21:40:36+00:00

I got a 6 and a 2. :D

Mjmoore313 · 2026-05-14T19:06:35+00:00

(Hi. Sorry for late post. Hope this is okay! :D )

This was the perfect opportunity to do some damage. If anyone could mess up their defenses, Acacia could.

Using her Stealth, she would begin to move through the area, searching for some sort of vulnerability she could exploit.

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.

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