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Codie Floyd

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  1. “Don’t worry, I’ll ask you about it. I probably should know more about Hercules aside from that movie.” He laughed nervously, thinking about how much he didn’t understand. It finally clicked for him that all of the myths about the Greek gods must be true. This started Codie down a rabbit hole of dangerous thoughts. People often talk about a god or gods who can alter the world with a snap of their fingers. Knowing these beings existed was frightening; these thoughts sent shivers down his spine. Codie shook his head gently to pull himself from spiraling once again. “I wouldn’t mind staying at your cabin for a while. Just to have a place to rest and to call home for a bit sounds wonderful.” He said as he started to yawn. Everything that had happened in the last 24 hours had exhausted him. Still, his curiosity was the driving force that kept him awake. “Heading to the bunks sounds tempting right now, but I still want to see the camp,” He said with another yawn. Codie used all of his strength to pull himself from the chair. Stumbling for a second, he found his balance waiting to follow Lilythe’s lead. He made sure to pocket a few of the cookies. “While you show me the camp, I have another question. Since we are children of Greek gods, does this mean we have powers? If we do, then do we also have costumes?” Excitement gleamed in his eyes as the words came out of his mouth. Codie stared blankly ahead and drifted momently into a daydream of all of them wearing superhero outfits based on their godly parent. He let out an audible laugh at the thought of himself wearing a cape.
  2. The moment she said the word magic made him perk up. Codie has always found the idea of magic so fascinating. This may be due to the extensive time he has spent dreaming. His dreams have always been of monsters and the heroes who slay them. What intrigued him the most was the magic. Hear Lilythe speak of these Greek gods as though they were real. Well, they are real. She wouldn’t lie about this. He thought to himself, letting out a giddy laugh. “Yeah, I know, Heracles. He fought Hades to save Meg, and he sang a song,” Out of instinct, he trailed off and began to sing You Can Go The Distance. Codie realized he was singing aloud and began sinking into his chair in embarrassment. His face turned a similar shade of red as his hair. “I don’t think we are thinking of the same Heracles.” He tried to change the topic by inquiring more about the camp even though he hadn’t even processed what she had said about being claimed. “So you said we could stay here if we wanted to. Where do we sleep or stay while we are here?” Codie’s voice cracked at the end, sending him back into that state of embarrassment. “I would really appreciate somewhere to sleep or simply hide…..yeah hide; that would be nice.”
  3. The fact that Lilythe didn’t seem to overreact to him breaking down in front of her after just meeting less than a minute ago. This comforted him more than someone rushing to his side to coddle him. Her presence alone radiated this sense of safety and reassurance which helped guide his breath, allowing him to ground himself. To anyone else, her words would have warranted a call to a crisis team to take her straight to a mental health facility. But after everything he has seen in his life, this nonsense made sense. “So these monsters hunt Demigods….and I’m a Demigod? How is it that other people can’t see the monsters? You would have to be completely oblivious not to notice those creatures.” Codie wondered if he had heard about things before getting here. Nothing seemed to pop up, although he never was one to keep up with current events. “I wonder what kind of cake I would taste like to them. Well, I mean, I wouldn’t want to know because, you know, gross.” Codie laughed nervously at his own attempt to make a joke. His natural optimism seemed to finally come back to him. Oddly enough, all of this comforted him even more. It might have simply been the fact that he was finally getting answers. She said that I was going to be safe. Will I finally be able to call a place home? As He thought to himself, an earnest smile started to form on Codie’s face since he genuinely believed her words. “I’d love to stay here. If everyone is anything like you, then I think I’ll like it here.” Codie had a question that kept creeping into his mind as Lilythe began to finish her explanation. Without another thought, the question he had slipped out of his mouth. “I do have one more question, but I don’t know if it’s necessarily about the camp. It’s more selfish, I guess. How do I know who my father is? I mean, I guess he has a valid reason for not being in my life since he’s a god. But I mean, come on, it wouldn’t hurt to get at least a birthday card of some sort.” Codie rumbled on and on, which he had often done in situations where his brain went into overload.
  4. With every second that passed, Codie sunk further and further into the chair. Don't get it wrong, the chair wasn't the most comfortable, but to him, it was lightyears better than the Satyr's shoulder. With the combination of the chair and the room's warmth, he pulled himself into a ball and started to drift into sleep. All his worries seemed to melt away until a voice in another room called out. Wait…..oh no, I'm not supposed to be sleeping right now. He thought to himself, panicked at the thought of being caught. Codie scrambled to get into a seated position before whoever called walked in. He tried to put on a normal smile, but it came out more of an awkward one. A woman came through with a tray of cookies and beverages. Codie's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't had cookies since his mom passed away. "Uhh …hello Lilythe, nice to meet you. My name is Codie" He said with a nervous quiver. It was at that moment when everything that happened the last couple of months had started to sink in. This wasn't the first time Codie's life had been turned upside down. He had to start all over again because magical beasts were real. Well, at least this place has cookies. Codie thought, trying to find a positive spin on this situation. He grabbed one of the cookies savoring each bite. Trying to think of any questions he may have. "I do have some questions. Why was I brought to camp instead of like a fantasy police station? Are there more creatures like the…uh…. SAYYY-Tuor?" He stuttered as he tried to remember how to pronounce Satyr correctly. This didn't bother him as much as his last question did. "Why did these creatures choose me? Why does my life always get ripped apart?" A tear trickled down Codie's face as the emotions he had been holding at bay flooded into his mind. Quickly he grabbed another cookie and turned his face away from Lilythe trying to conceal his sadness. Instead, it dug up the memories of his mother, which caused him to pull his knees up to his chest and he started cry. "I-I-I'm S-sorry.".
  5. Codie looked at the building and then glanced over to his House Dad. Even though he trusted him and was going to make his way to the house either way. His curiosity took over, and he had to ask, "What are you?". While asking this question, he reached out to pet the House Dad's legs and giggled. The House Dad shot him a disappointed look, so he gave one last pet before he brought his hand back to his lap. "Sorry" Codie blushed embarrassed that he just petted his House Dad like he was some sort of animal. "It's okay, Codie." He placed his hand on Codie's shoulder to comfort him as he continued to talk. " My name is Phil and I'm a Satyr. In simple terms, I'm half man, half goat. I've been tasked to find and look over children like yourself. I know you have many questions right now, but you must head inside the Big House.” He gestured back the building behind them. “I promise they will be able to explain things better than I can." Phil was right. He did have questions. Without hesitation, Codie jumped to his feet but fell right back to the ground as he got too lightheaded. Luckily the satyr caught him before he landed on his face. He got up again with a big smile on his face, and this time with the Phil's help. "Okie Dokie! Let's try this again" He made his way through the front door of the Big House. As he walked in, he asked without genuinely paying attention if anybody was in the lobby. "Anybody here? Heeeellloooo!" A comfy chair caught his eye; without thinking, he started to make his way there. He plopped himself into the chair immediately; he felt like he was about to drift off. Honestly, this wasn't out of character for Codie. Anytime he found himself in a comfortable spot, he could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Even if he wasn't necessarily tired, half the time, he didn't notice he had fallen asleep.
  6. CodiE Codie Floyd 12 /Thomas Barbusca Unclaimed Camper active threads CODIE'S ARRIVAL with NAME NAME OF THREAD with NAME inactive threads NAME OF THREAD with NAME NAME OF THREAD with NAME archived threads NAME OF THREAD with NAME NAME OF THREAD with NAME
  7. CODIE Codie Floyd Codie keeps to himself for the most part as he doesn't have that great of social skills. When people approach him, he opens up quickly and can become attached to them easily. He is optimistic that even in the gloomiest situation, he will find beauty in it. If Codie was at a gathering with a bunch of people, he would be found in a comfy spot listening to an audiobook or listening to Lofi while napping. He has difficulty picking on social cues and will speak honestly about situations without thinking. If two people were flirting in front of him but not acknowledging they like each other, he would be the person that would say, "wow, you really like her." It's jarring for people when they discover that he finds beauty in everything, even the most gruesome deaths. He can be seen staring in a daydream-like state at dead animals letting every detail sink in. Codie always wants to help others, but when given a task, he can be found napping on the job even though he genuinely wants to do a good job. He loves sketching people, things from his memories which are often pretty grim, and his dreams. Even though he loves his art, he rarely shows it to others. It's one thing he holds dear and could bear losing of people criticizing it. 12| UNCLAIMED CAMPER | SINGLE | LOYAL PICTURE OF RELATION RELATION'S NAME TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP INFO HERE PICTURE OF RELATION HERE RELATION'S NAME TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP INFO HERE PICTURE OF RELATION RELATION'S NAME TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP INFO HERE PICTURE OF RELATION HERE RELATION'S NAME TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP INFO HERE
  8. Codie Floyd biography Codie was born in Seattle, Washington, to a woman named Ingrid Floyd. His mother never really talked about his father other than that he loved her art. Whenever someone asked her where she came up with the concepts for her pieces, she would say her dreams. Codie loved his mother's art because the dreamscapes she created seemed so real. Sometimes when he fell asleep, he would think of those paintings and be teleported there. It took only a short time until he started painting with his mother. He didn't have a typical childhood, as his mother had them traveling all around America from the moment he could walk. The longest they ever stayed in one place was a month, and that was only due to his mother being able to sell several paintings. Usually, she had difficulty selling them because most people found her paintings disturbing. When she couldn't sell her art, she would find men or women at the truck stops they would stay at. She would return with a handful of cash which would follow with her giving him money to go to the convenience store at the truck stop; when he would return from the store, his mother's behavior changed and seemed more erratic. These were the moments he didn't like because he knew his mother wasn't being safe. In these situations, he was glad that he could fall asleep with a snap of a finger. Codie loved his mother dearly, and she showed him how to find beauty in anything, even when everything seemed wrong. So it crushed the 10-year-old boy when he woke up one morning to find that his mother had OD on drugs. Strangely there was something so beautiful about how she lay there dead. Codie stared at her body for a good hour, letting it sink into his mind before he left their van to call for help. He was brought to a boy's group home and attended public school for the first time after being homeschooled by his mother all of his life. His grades were awful since his mother could only teach him the basics, it didn't help that he was often found either sleeping in class or sketching. He kept having strange things happen to him, especially when he turned 12. During Halloween, someone dressed in this realistic monster costume tried to kidnap him while his group home was taking them Trick or Treating. Luckily one of the House Dads saved him by getting into an intense scuffle with the person. This wouldn't be the last time that man saved his life. A few weeks before his 13th birthday, Codie woke from one of his naps to a loud crashing sound in the group home and children screaming. The same House Dad came rushing, but there was something different his legs weren't human. Before he could say or think anything, he lifted over the shoulders of the man a rushed out before the building collapsed. Codie swore he saw another Monster, much like the one from Halloween, being crushed by the falling debris. Anxiety took over, and the last thing he remembered before passing out was the man saying, "I'm sorry." Codie woke up to the House Dad nudging him intensely. Dazed he looked around realized they were no longer at the group home. Codie looked at the House Dad about to ask what happened. Before he could ask the House Dad gestured to a building telling him to head in. Personality Codie keeps to himself for the most part as he doesn't have that great of social skills. When people approach him, he opens up quickly and can become attached to them easily. He is optimistic that even in the gloomiest situation, he will find beauty in it. If Codie was at a gathering with a bunch of people, he would be found in a comfy spot listening to an audiobook or listening to Lofi while napping. He has difficulty picking on social cues and will speak honestly about situations without thinking. If two people were flirting in front of him but not acknowledging they like each other, he would be the person that would say, "wow, you really like her." It's jarring for people when they discover that he finds beauty in everything, even the most gruesome deaths. He can be seen staring in a daydream-like state at dead animals letting every detail sink in. Codie always wants to help others, but when given a task, he can be found napping on the job even though he genuinely wants to do a good job. He loves sketching people, things from his memories which are often pretty grim, and his dreams. Even though he loves his art, he rarely shows it to others. It's one thing he holds dear and could bear losing of people criticizing it. About Me Birthdate: 1/26/2010 Likes: Sleeping/Naps (anywhere especially outside), Listening to audiobooks, Drawing things he dreams of, Listening to Lofi Music, Herbal Tea, Traveling and Lavender. Dislikes: Interruptions to him sleeping (napping doesn't bother him), Caffeine, Technology, People who hurt others on purpose, Drug, and Loud Sounds. Family: Mom: Ingrid Floyd, 38 (Deceased) Dad: Unknown Siblings: None Other: none Happy Thoughts: Painting with his mother. Nightmares: His art being ruined or criticized. Fatal Flaw: Loyalty is his fatal flaw. He wants to believe the best in everyone even when things points towards danger. PLAYED BY: SaltyWalty FACE CLAIM: Thomas Barbusca
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