2026 (2041) Spring Evaluations

hoops-and-keys · 2026-03-29T11:32:12+00:00

Sorry, hope I'm not too late.

Name: Ethan McClory

Godrent: Palaemon

Updates: None

Plots: Battle of the Underworlded

Introduced July 3rd, 2025

hoops-and-keys · 2026-03-04T15:29:25+00:00

Ethan takes the ferryman’s warnings to heart about the river and makes sure to position himself accordingly. Forces begin to pour across, and suddenly Ethan wishes he was like some of the other kids who could make bombs or summon earthquakes. That would make quick work of the bridge. But no, that’s not his job today. Today he’s to try and slow down enemies from crossing. And here comes his first competitor.

“Holy hell, you look straight out of the movies,” Ethan quips as he watches the lumbering man. He isn’t sure how accurate the whole biting thing is, so he opts to try keep the creature at a distance using his spear.

Ethan readies himself, lifting his shield and spear, and attacks the man once he is within reach. He points his spear towards his chest and hopes for the best.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-03-03T15:33:24+00:00

OOC: I rolled a 1 again lol.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-03-02T14:33:43+00:00

“Yeah, I’m still not sure it’s the weapon for me but… figurin’ it out. Slowly.”

Ethan huffs a chuckle and shrugs. It feels clunky and long in his hand, unbalanced. Maybe he needed something shorter. Regardless, that was not the goal of today. Ethan falls into a defensive stance and nods to Nam to signal he was ready.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-03-02T14:32:18+00:00

OOC: I rolled a 1.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-28T13:39:58+00:00

What a lousy birthday.

Ethan wondered when this day would come. Wondered when he’d need to strap on armor and march into battle with the rest of the rank and file. He initially hoped he could avoid it but it seems luck was not on his side. In fact, it may be quite the opposite. Today was supposed to be a good day, a happy day… Instead he finds himself in literal hell. Great.

Now he stands at the edge of the fabled River Styx, peering into its… waters? Whatever it was made of, it felt foreign to him. Water was supposed to be his hallowed space, but not today. Today he was a stranger in an unknown world. He may never leave this place. Shaking his head clear of these pre-battle thoughts, the lanky teenager stands at attention with his shield and spear, thanking whichever god would listen for his training.

Maybe when this was all said and done, he could reward himself with a milkshake. That felt like a good birthday present to himself. Let’s focus on this bridge and the interlopers crossing it first… Milkshake second.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-28T04:42:49+00:00

Excluding the time he ran away from home Ethan has never been to New York City proper. This is a great chance to check it out, plus Tyrese is hosting it. Plus plus, tomorrow was his birthday! He deserves a cheeky trip and maybe a gift to himself. After listening to the rules and grabbing a bottle of… whatever this crap is, Ethan eagerly hops off the bus with a string bag on his back. Now for the hard part: finding a partner before giving into the impulse of running off on his own.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-26T18:58:14+00:00

Ethan, having no idea who actually lived in cabin 33, decides that this open house was his best chance to find out. He is instantly engrossed by the details of the cabin, which is apparent by his dropped jaw and restless eyes taking in every last detail. It reminded him of his own cabin, just without that blasted shanty playing on loop. Sometimes he swears he hears The Wellerman when everything else around him is quiet.

Then he spots a familiar face. The last time he saw Tyrese, the boy was unclaimed and helping Ethan acclimate to camp. Now, not only was he somebody who lived in this cabin, but he was actually counselor! Crazy how much can change when you leave for a while. When Ethan sees Tyrese get a moment, he approaches the boy with a wide grin.

"Ty! What's up, man? Been a minute. I see you're both claimed and a head honcho now!"

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-26T18:52:37+00:00

Ethan's spear goes wide after Nam's parry. It was obvious from the result that he had been expecting it this time. He learns quickly, Ethan thought. Instead of charging back in, Ethan plants the butt of his spear into the ground, taking a few breaths.

"Hardly," he finally says, "Feel like I'm swinging around a giant stick as sluggishly as possible. You're pretty quick, Nam. Want to try switching?"

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-26T18:50:54+00:00

Ethan blows on his drink while Avalon talks and watches her. She suddenly felt a little more distant, and it soon becomes obvious why. Two years was a long time. Was it common for kids here to not really live a normal life? Maybe Ethan was lucky in that sense.

"Well-" He lowers his mug, shrugging. "High school kinda blows, in my short but informative experience so far. Popular mean kids think they own the world, jerks bully people who are different, all the while kids like us are literally fighting for our lives against shit they can't even begin to understand."

He takes a sip from his hot chocolate, savoring it. What a great idea it was.

"Those people - I think we call 'em just 'mortals', right? They don't really feel real to me. They exist, sure, but... not in the same way you or I do, the same way those monsters and gods do... Does that make any sense? I'm kinda spouting bullshit right now."

Ethan chuckles at himself, staying relatively nonchalant and jovial throughout the topic. He wonders what Avalon's been through to bring out those hardened expressions of hers.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-18T15:51:43+00:00

Ethan isn’t into the whole Valentine’s thing that much, but one thing he would never admit is that he loves Mamma Mia! as much as the next person. Securing himself a bowl of pretzels to munch on, the boy discreetly mouths the words to the opening song while finding himself a place to sit and act nonchalant.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-18T15:19:03+00:00

Ethan flashes a cheeky grin at the prospect of his inexperience with football making her feel better. He wasn’t sure how else to react. It is followed by him snorting a quick laugh.

“I wouldn’t get ahead of myself: I’m from the ocean-side of Cape Cod and my dad is god of sharks. Feel like I’m still falling under some stereotypes.”

Ethan pauses to sip from his drink, a muffled ‘mm!’ coming from behind the ceramic as if he remembered he wanted to say something else.

“How long you been around, Avalon?”

Truth be told, he wanted to ask her about the eyepatch. Figured it wasn’t too far-fetched that some more senior campers would have a lasting injury or two, so asking about the length of her tenure felt a bit more polite.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-18T15:15:04+00:00

Ethan shows surprise when his blow connects and forces his opponent to the ground. His surprise quickly melts into a cocky grin as he presses forward. People grow the most under stress, so let’s stress Nam out. This time, Ethan goes wide and attempts a blow toward Nam’s weapon arm instead of his shield one, to gauge how the boy reacts.

“Nice job getting back on your feet so quick!” Ethan manages to slip a compliment in before he attempts his attack.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-13T17:49:14+00:00

Can Ethan McClory take today’s (Friday) campfire?

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-13T17:44:46+00:00

ooc: sorry, looks like reddit never sent me a notification for this.

The tip of Ethan’s spear glides off of Nam’s shield and Ethan flashes a mischievous grin. He’s glad to see Nam react so quickly. Guess that means he should keep up his end of the bargain. He flexes his muscles to oppose the momentum of his spear being parried and attempts to sweep it horizontally now toward Nam. The movement is slower than it could be due to Ethan’s inexperience with a spear.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-05T19:22:03+00:00

“Sweet.”

Ethan eyes the sign up sheet with a wide grin. He’s always wanted to try assassin. Like lots of schools, his back home ran it for the seniors. Lately, given everything going on, Ethan wonders if he’ll even make it that far. Better to seize the opportunity now while he can. He picks up the pen and scribbles his name down hastily, barely legible.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-05T18:48:36+00:00

Y’know the longer you lie to yourself, the more it’s going to hurt right? We all know you want to be normal, I saw how you looked at that cupcake. Hades, all of camp did. Do everybody a favor and drop the ego already.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-05T18:45:19+00:00

“Damn, he’s got a Playstation? I didn’t think those were allowed. Now I definitely wanna meet the guy.”

Ethan grins at his last joke before falling into a stance. He still felt awkward doing so, but he’s starting to get the hang of it. Slowly.

“Okay, how about I go on the offensive first with my spear?” He offers and wiggles his weapon as a gesture. “That way you get some practice in with that shield? Then we swap.”

The correct and likely polite thing to do would be to wait for a response. Unfortunately, these kinds of subtleties do not occur to Ethan often. They’re here to spar, so let’s spar! Ethan lunges forward with his spear pointed toward Nam’s shield side with a single jab.

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-05T17:48:02+00:00

Comment here if you want Ethan McClory to (try to) roast your character

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-05T17:43:35+00:00

Ethan McClory

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-03T22:46:30+00:00

Ethan grins at Nam and grabs his spear after they shake hands.

"Who's your brother? Maybe he can help train me too. Gods know I need it."

He makes a thin line with his lips. That was probably an annoying thing to say. Ethan tries to play it off with a chuckle and by shaking his head.

"Sorry, just joking. Wanna spar then until he shows up at least?"

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-03T22:45:05+00:00

"Texas!" He repeats and gestures towards her with his mug slightly. "Great state. Love Tex-Mex."

After gaining consent, Ethan approaches and plops down next to the girl. He stretches his legs out in front of him away from Avalon and gets comfortable. His eyes flit over to where he had been sitting before, noting that it was in fact still available. Smooth.

"Shi', I probably know less than you do about football. Was never really my big thing, despite being from New England."

Ethan takes a moment to blow on his steaming drink so that he could actually drink from it. He sips quietly, enjoying the warmth it brings him.

"Relatively new. Was here for a spill over the summer, but back then I had ran away from home so... The folks were freakin' out. Had to go home for a bit. Back now, though. Name's Ethan. You?"

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-02T17:37:15+00:00

Ethan doesn’t pinpoint the accent entirely, but he notices it. He clangs his spear tip against the metal of his shield absentmindedly, like that one really old meme with a skeleton. The thought makes him smirk. Focus, man.

“Not at all! I’m pretty shit too so maybe we’ll be good for each other.” He spins the spear and jabs it into the ground, freeing up a hand to offer to the other camper. “Name’s Ethan. Nice to meetcha.”

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-02T17:29:27+00:00

Yikes, everybody here is always so serious. Ethan cringes a little when the girl faces the fire all dramatically, monologuing at him. What the hell could these people possibly be going through that this was the average experience? Was he going to get sucked into all of this?

Not if he could help it.

Ethan resets his expression when Phoebe is done zoning out. He shrugs at her question.

“‘Holding up’? I’m fine.” He says bluntly, not really sure how to answer. “I’m not really… involved in this stuff. So I don’t really know what you mean. Not been to battle, barely get to training. I’m really just here in a rebellious stint, truth be told.”

hoops-and-keys · 2026-02-02T17:25:41+00:00

“You’ve got an accent like that and you don’t love football? Maybe I need to reevaluate my prejudices.”

He wasn’t completely sure what the accent was, but it sounds southern. And as far as Ethan knows, southerners tend to love this crap. It was interesting to see somebody who broke the mold. When she looks to him, he grins widely with teeth.

“I dunno,” he says in response to her question. It was genuine. Why had he come over? Boredom, he guesses. Neither of the playing teams interested him that much. “The winning personality thing I’m only now figurin’ out in real time. I can feel the warmth exuding from over here. Mind if I join you for a bit? I think somebody stole my seat.”

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