Parts list:
base gun
slide
outer barrel
bbh
nozzle
inner barrel
bucking
hop
guide plug
guide rod
guide spring
nozzle spring
I’ve never done a hi-capa build before and this is what I’ve come up with based on a few YouTube vids ive watched so please if you got some advice or tips I’d love to hear it. Also Recommendations on a good pair of sights and if it exists a hexagonal gold barrel in the right (4.3) length would be great thanks

Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/zBPlpYp
Hifinder Ultratech (CLONE) , SV 55
https://imgur.com/a/nP1VoWO
Pretty sweet Ultratech clone with the tri-grip and D2 blade. Snappy action and it has not failed deployment once. I took it apart and cleaned it, then acid-washed the blade, clip, and screws. After the acid etching, I rubbed it with a copper brush, giving it a nice copper tone that I think looks pretty sweet. The blade was sharpened afterwards but it could use a better sharpening now. Comes with an extra spring and a disassembly tool. No box.
Next is a little edc bundle. Looking for $45 shipped.
Victorinox Alox Cadet, silver
https://imgur.com/a/0V5Q9aX
Used to open some packages and twist a few screws. No major wear on any of the tools. Blade is still pretty sharp and hasn’t been sharpened. No box.
Fenix LD09
https://imgur.com/a/VljWjiH
This was my edc for a good while and as such, it shows a good bit of wear. It works great. It runs on either a AA or a 14500 battery. I don’t have the pocket clip for it but it does have a nylon holster. Will include a Fenix branded 14500 battery.
Prices include shipping in the ConUS, PPFF.
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So I am aware that this is a dumb question, but considering I haven’t done it in eight years—since I originally moved to Pittsburgh after grad school—I’m confused.
Where is the closest DMV to Silver Spring to change our car’s license plate over to Maryland once we move in May?

Having to go into dc on the metro to get into va is kinda ridiculous and I know a bus/shuttle would be much easier to get implemented than a purple line extension. I know the md/va cooperation portion would be rough though. It just seems crazy that aside from having a car you have to go all the way to gallery place to get to va by public transportation.
I think a connection between a red line stop and silveorange line stop near the highway would be ideal.

Silver Spring, MD- looking for any quotes or prices on anyone selling Chili Rasboras.

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I opened my eyes and blinked under the rays of the hot summer sun. My eyes adjusted and I realized I was on a boat, a familiar Sea Ray Sundancer. My uncle was at the wheel, my father standing next to him. No. No, no, no. Not this. I tried to open my mouth to scream, but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak.
They were speaking calmly, but I could sense they both were anxious.
“It’s been getting worse, Denny,” my uncle said. His voice was almost unrecognizable to me, far from that of the jovial uncle who was always good for a laugh. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.
“She gets a kick out of spooking you, that’s all,” my father said, trying to reassure his brother, but not quite convincing himself.
“No, no. This isn’t just the occasional dead cat. I’ve been seeing her. In my house, at work, nowhere near the motel. I…I…think I’m losing it.”
“What about Martina? Has she noticed anything different?”
“You know she doesn’t know about her.”
“Yes, I know. But nothing different around the cottages?”
Hearing my father speak of these things, a voice from my innocent past speaking of terrors that now haunted my life—it was jarring to say the least.
“Nothing different. Denny, her laughter. It’s everywhere. Every time I close my eyes, I hear it. She wants…she wants me…oh god, I can’t even say it.”
“She wants you to end your life.”
Uncle Jim looked at his brother in surprise.
“I’ve heard her too,” my dad whispered.
My body shook in its invisible prison. Dad, no.
“We need to tell Nora.” My uncle said.
“No, Jim.”
“You know it. You know she always finishes what she’s started. When we’re gone…Nora’s next. We have to warn her.”
My father leaned against the side of the boat, his face a mask of anguish.
“You’re right,” he said. “We should have told her years ago.”
The buzz of the boat’s motor increased and the boat began to speed forward, accelerating rapidly. Uncle Jim desperately grabbed at the throttle, trying to shift it, but it wouldn’t budge. The steering wheel spun out of his hands as though it was being controlled by an invisible force. My father tried to wrest it back into his control, but it too could not be moved by the men in the boat.
The boat continued to accelerate, bucking up and down on the water violently before finally swerving, hitting a shoal with great speed. I was utterly helpless as I watched my uncle’s skull shatter in the windshield. My father was launched out of the craft, I heard his neck snap as it made contact with the hull.
Their mangled bodies still seared into my mind, I found myself in a cold, damp room, sobbing on the packed dirt floor, my body once again my own. I sat up, a wave of dizziness passing through me.
I was pretty sure I was underneath Bellevue Castle, in the unfinished wine cellar, familiar from the numerous tours I had taken there as a kid. The cellar was filled with barrels of old building supplies, still in the same spot they were when the lovelorn (or perhaps bankrupt) owner called a stop to construction, over a century ago. In the opposite corner, however, there was something that wasn’t there in the tourist season.
Jake was huddled on the ground, unconscious, silver collar around his neck, his body laced with new, raw-looking scars, as though he had been scourged or cut.
I rushed over to him and began to shake his shoulder. He moaned.
“Here, let me take this off,” I said, fiddling with the silver collar. He winced; his eyes fluttered open.
“Nora?” He said, dazed.
“Don’t try to talk, I’ve almost got it off.”
“No,” he said weakly, grabbing my wrist. “No, no, don’t. Please!”
With a final twist, the collar clanged to the floor. But this only made Jake more agitated.
“Nora, put it back on. Put it back on and get out of her. Please, I’m begging you. Get as far away from me as possible.”
“What are you talking about?” I cried. “I’m not going to torture you.”
He took the collar, but dropped it with a moan as his hand burned at the contact.
“Run!” he shouted. He staggered backwards, and I could see the tell-tale signs of transformation. But this time, his eyes began to glow, his mouth lengthening into the snarl of the wolf twisted almost into a smile. The half-shifted creature before me laughed.
“Too late now, girl,” it growled. I bolted to the stairs, the grunts and howls of the final throes of transformation behind me. I climbed the stairs with speed I didn’t know I possessed, slamming the door behind me. The wolf threw itself against it, buckling the wood with a sickening crack.
I was in the castle’s recreated kitchen. Frantically, I threw down the elegant copper molds that lined the walls, hoping to slow down the creature’s pursuit. The cellar door gave way just as I fled the kitchen in to a grand dining room. My eyes immediately fixed themselves on the elaborately set table, ready for an Edwardian feast and my heart leapt with hope. Such a meal would never be served without the finest of silver.
I scooped up the numerous utensils set before the nearest place setting, stuffing oyster forks, fish knives, butter knives, bouillon spoons, tea spoons and anything else I could fit into my jacket pockets. The door behind me shattered, and the wolf came barreling towards me. I hopped up on the table and flung a giant silver soup tureen at him, hitting him on the chest with a howling hiss.
“Sorry, Jake,” I muttered as I ran into the front hallway. I pulled at the carved wood door leading outside, but it was locked, bolted with a padlock for the winter. Behind me was the grand staircase of gilded oak and marble. My only way forward was up. I knew the wolf would not be far behind me, once he had shaken off his temporary debilitation.
I ran up the stairs, up one flight, now two. The restored Gilded Age luxury of the first floors morphed into a dilapidated, unfinished area of exposed beams and plaster, covered with decades-worth of graffiti. The wolf was in pursuit once more; I could hear the scratching of its claws on the marble of the stairs, making his way upwards. I turned around.
The wolf crouched some feet below me, grinning, far closer than I had thought. I pulled out a few silver forks and threw them at him, sprinkling more on the stairs between us. The wolf howled with dismay. My eye caught a long ladder leading up to the turret. Without further thought, I raced towards it, pulling myself upwards while unsheathing the knife at my belt. The wolf had shaken off the silver and was at the bottom of the ladder. I tossed my last handful of silver spoons at him, hitting him in the snout which bought me enough time to put more space between us.
I could see the opening to the turret above me. But just as I managed to get my upper body through, a claw grasped my boot. With all my strength I kicked at it, to no avail. I lowered my right arm and slashed at it with my knife. The claw released its grip and I dragged the rest of my body through the opening. The wolf snarled at me and he poised himself to jump. I pushed the ladder away and he fell to the ground. Now in the turret room, I saw a large metal filing cabinet against the wall and brought it down over the opening below with a tremendous bang that gave way to silence, revealing the ferocity of my haggard breathing.
I took a step backward into something cold, the parts of my body that had come into contact with it tingling unpleasantly. I turned around.
The witch stood before me, smiling that terrible smile, her eyes like coals. She was draped in thin, almost transparent, black silk, her body a corpselike gray. Her hair hung to her knees, wreathed in the brittle, dead leaves of late winter. I stumbled away from her, my back hitting the walls of the stone turret behind me, a large, arched window with a several stories fall my only escape.
“Girl,” she hissed, her voice a crackling flame. “I do not believe we have been properly introduced.”
“You need no introduction,” I said bitterly.
She laughed, the cadence about as pleasant as scraping paper with a broken pencil.
“Many mortals call me a witch. Is that what you think I am?”
“I think that’s a mere euphemism for what you are.”
“Smart little cow.”
She smiled slyly and perched herself on the ledge of the window, one bare leg draped over the side.
“I was once a girl like you. I danced before Baal at the dawn of men. I was found worthy. I became much, much more than a sentient pile of meat. My name was worshiped by emperors and queens. Generals and high priests prostrated themselves before me and offered me sacrifice. I am triodia, enodia, brimo, indalimos, chthonia. I am Hecate.”
At the utterance of her name, she raised her hand, and my body began cramping in agony. With ease, she moved aside the filing cabinet I had pushed over. The wolf came crawling up the ladder, eyes still a possessed green, no sign of Jake within them. He crept over to Hecate and she patted his head, pleased at my anguished expression.
“Now we are only waiting for our mutual friend,” she said. From below, I heard a splashing in the water. I could see René climbing out of the river and over the fence leading to the castle grounds. He was waterlogged, filthy, and nearly frozen, his jacket gone, his shirt torn and bloodied in several places, indicating he had received and healed from several wounds in his struggle.
Hecate smiled coldly. She stood and, with an almost imperceptible motion, we were thrown out of the window on the back of a great burst of air, only partially cushioning my body from the fall. I hit the ground violently and my shoulder exploded into pain. I vomited. Hecate made some sound of disgust at my side. Her feet were bare on the frozen ground, but even in the barrenness of winter, earthworms burrowed upwards to writhe against her toes.
René made a move to approach me, but Hecate raised her hand for him to halt and a column of fire erupted between us, reaching high into the night sky. He took in a deep breath, ragged with rage.
“If it’s me you want, I cede myself to you once more. Let the girl and the wolf go and this will be my bargain to you.”
Hecate sighed.
“So predictable. So boring. I know this will come as a shock, René, but it’s not about you this time. I reject your little bargain. Go mope around a lumber yard for another few centuries, I could care less.”
“Why?” I said, finding the courage to speak. “Why do this?”
“Because I stayed my hand when I should have destroyed your wretched forebears. For a century, I watched them fumble their way through a simple set of chores. Did you know your uncle dared to complain to me? He begged me to lift my curse, not for his sake, not even for the sake of his poor servant, but for you.”
She dragged me upright by my injured shoulder, digging her nails into my flesh. I tried not giving her the pleasure of hearing me scream, though it felt like my head would burst.
“Precious Nora,” she said with contempt. “I hope you enjoyed watching their last moments. I have made a decision, you see. I will snuff you out, each and every one of you. You Calnons are far too troublesome and extremely replaceable. I had planned on killing Martina too—such a loyal and obstinate thing she was—but then my dear René got to her first. Always good for that sort of thing, isn’t he?”
She took a fist full of my hair and pulled me closer to her face. René took a step forward, fangs bared, but Jake stood between them, snarling threateningly. She whispered into my ear, her words sickening me.
“I planned on killing you too. It would have been simple, quick. But then you had to find him, didn’t you?” She glared at René. “The one who is mine. And then both of you, taking away my favorite pet. You upset me, Nora. You’ve upset me greatly. For you, not only death will do.”
A torch appeared in her hand and with it, she traced a flaming circle around us on the ground which ignited into a sickly green flame. René shouted and leapt at Hecate, but he collided with Jake instead and the two of them fell to the side, locked in a frenzied struggle.
“Now, now, René, no cheating,” she said, snapping her fingers. The silver chain René carried with him flew into her hand and she threw it in to the column of flames where it was consumed with a terrible hiss. She turned her attention to me.
“It is not the next quarter day for quite some time, but I am sure he will not mind. I could not resist the symmetry of it all. You awakened to this reality on the night of the grand tithe and now you will be the last tax the Calnons ever pay.”
Clouds appeared in the night sky, suffocating the stars, churning with ferocity, the green of decay. The air pressed down upon me, pushing the air out of my lungs, causing me to sputter and gasp. Hecate raised her hands, shouting in an ancient tongue. The sky tasted of wet earth and lightning; a frisson of electricity passed through me. A vial of water appeared in Hecate’s hands, and she performed her ablutions.
René pushed Jake aside, but a fissure in the ground opened between us. A terrible roar erupted, the cries of the damned comingling together into a dreadful force. Hecate pressed her palm to my forehand, her eyes glittering with malice, intoning words I could not understand. I reached for the knife at my belt in desperation, but found my sheath to be empty.
“Looking for this?” Hecate said, producing my knife in her left hand. With a cruel laugh, she plunged it into my belly. I heard René scream, but he already sounded far away. I looked down in shock. She pulled out the weapon and blood began to pour out of me. I felt no pain; it was as though I was watching this happen to someone else.
The vortex of voices became enhanced around me, and I was being dragged downwards and downwards. I was slipping into the void.
The world disappeared. There was nothing and I was nothing, or at least, nothing beyond endless misery. This was a place with no hope.
It is impossible to describe such things to those who have not witnessed them. I was in a great Maw, of that I could surmise. A great gaping Maw of flesh, throbbing, burning, constantly consuming. All around me I could hear weeping, sobbing, cries of madness or anger or futility. There were people here, or what was left of them. Tendrils of flesh fused their bodies to the walls of the thing, which slowly digested them, eating them away only for them to regenerate, continuing the torture in perpetuity. They were still conscious, if that word could be used in this place, unaware of each other, but making the most despicable sounds of suffering, some wailing, others grinding their teeth.
Arms of flesh tore at my legs, searing my skin. But just as quickly as they had come, the tendrils receded and the surface beneath me began to rumble. The wailing was overpowered by a growling coming from the Maw itself, as loud as a jet engine and as haunting as the roar of a jaguar. It was enraged.
My body was ejected. I was suspended somewhere, away, and then I hit the ground. My fingers dug into blessed, real dirt. I blinked and the stars were above me once more.
Hecate stood before me; her face twisted in shock. The column of fire was extinguished. Jake fell to the ground, shifting back into human form. René rushed to my side.
“It appears your payment has been rejected,” he said grinning.
Hecate scoffed. She took a step backward, muttering in that same ancient tongue, but nothing happened. I could see panic rising within her. She fell to her knees and raised her hands to the sky, speaking as though she were entreating someone or something. Little sparks danced on her hands, tiny pieces of skin flecked off of her, slowly at first, then hastening, faster and faster. Hecate let out a great cry and her body combusted into green flames, stripping her down to her bones, blazing until she was no more than dust borne away by the swirling winds.
A deafening sigh echoed around us billowing upwards into a swirling funnel cloud. Whisps of tormented souls rose into the spinning air until with a clap of thunder so loud the castle behind us shook, their whimpers were extinguished, released to their final fate. The clouds receded and the sky was clear and calm again.
I tried to sit up, but my abdomen erupted into pain. I was still bleeding. I was bleeding a lot. I tried to steady myself on René’s arm, but my fingertips were numb. René was speaking to me, but I couldn’t understand him. Get up, I willed myself. Get up. I could not obey. I was falling—no, I was flying, flying away from my body.
I was walking through a tunnel. Not a dark tunnel of terrors, but one of soft greenery adorned with flowers in colors beyond comprehension. There was sunlight on the other side. It was warm, so delightfully warm. With every part of me, I wanted to be there. There were people waiting for me, I knew.
I tried to step forward, but I was stuck. Something was dragging me, dragging me back into pain, into the dark. I cried. No, no, please no. Let me rest here. Please.
There was something in my throat, something thick and sweet. I choked, but I swallowed. I was drinking.
I wanted more.
++
It has been several nights since that happened. When I awoke, it was sunset again, as it will be for the rest of my days.
René is quieter now. I wish I could reassure him that he did the right thing, that I am grateful. He doesn’t seem to believe me, but I guess we have a lot of time now to figure it out.
“Time enough for you to grow to hate me,” he said sadly, pushing a lock of hair away from my face. I hope he’s wrong.
The cottages are peaceful now. The entities are gone. There is a sense of ease here that is permeating more every day, heralding the coming of a Spring like no other before. They’re gone too, the spirits of Cottage 14. I tried to go to thank them. After all, it was their blessing that had saved me from the Maw. They had kept their promise to Ellen. Your soul shall not be dragged down to perdition, you will not know the eternal flames. The cottage door was open; there were buds on the trees. I think they have finally found their true home, their eternal rest.
Jake has recovered from his ordeal. He is still a werewolf, but his mind is now his own. With our help, he is mostly healed, though there are scars he will carry with him for the rest of his life.
We haven’t been doing much lately. Things are too raw, too new. We have just begun to breathe again. Sometimes we just sit by the river. A wolf and two vampires, a funny trio.
“I want to find my parents,” Jake said last night. René passed me his thermos, which I took a bit too eagerly.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I stopped by my old house today. Neighbor told me they were taken into assisted living a while ago, though he didn’t know where. Their minds…weren’t quite the same since I…” His voice broke. So many lost years, so many ruined lives.
“I guess I’m just saying I’m leaving.”
“Do what you must, Jake,” René said. “You will go on. You are free now. Find your parents; find your own kind.”
Jake nodded. I caught a tear glistening in his eye.
“What will you two do?” Jake asked.
“Figure out what the hell to tell my mom,” I said chuckling. Even René smiled. “But you know, this place? It has some potential.”
And so, I find myself back where I started: with a giant pile of wallpaper books and a folder of paint swatches. René is pouring over plans for a complete remodeling of the cottages and motel with some structural enhancements. Given our change in circumstances, our business model and targeted clientele will be slightly different, slightly more…nocturnal.
But this is where the veil of secrecy must finally descend between us.
For now.
x

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Serenity Spring :
Son of Hades.
Weapon - a double-ended spear named Soulreaper, with one end made of Stygian Iron and the other of Celestial Bronze.
Powers :The Heart of Nyx, or the Nyctos Crystal, a strange black diamond containing the powers o f darkness and shadow
The Title of Lord of the Damned, giving him the ability to control the rate at which something decays
Sexuality / Gender : Gay/ Cis male
Born in Britain at the height of the AIDs Crisis, he underwent severe abuse at the hands of friends and family for both his sexuality and lack of father. Eventually, he was accosted by a group of bullies near a river, stabbed, beaten and shoved in accidentally, at which point he encountered my second OC, Sapphire, who nursed him back to health. However, the river had a time-dilution effect, meaning that when he came out, twenty years had passed.
Charge : Nico and Hazel

Sapphire / Anaklusmos:
Son of Poseidon
Weapon : The celestial bronze blade Anaklusmos, his namesake [formerly]
A trident made of Abyssal Ice, giving him the ability to call on even the darkest of sea beasts, and to manipulate even the Sea of Monsters
Powers : Hydrokinesis, Temperature Manipulation
The Title of the "Horror of the Deep"
Sexuality/ Gender : Gay/ Trans Male
Born a prince of Athens in ancient Greece, his mother had an affair with Poseidon, producing him. In stark contrast to his half-brother Theseus, he was heavily abused, forced to train day and night from a young age, never allowed rest, all for the sake of making his father proud. Eventually he ascended the throne of Athens, only to be faced with his mother, who also sought the throne. After defeating her in open combat, he sought then to make his father proud. In the process of doing so, he was killed and his corpse sank to the bottom of the sea. A nymph, Pleione, saved him and helped transfer his soul into a body made entirely of water. As a reward, he gave her his sword, Anaklusmos
Charge : Percy

Rapture
Son of Zeus
Weapon : Doubled edged sword- half Imperial Gold, half- Celestial Bronze, named Skybreaker
Powers : Electrokinesis, Electromagnetism, Flight, Wind manipulation, Self-ionization
Sexuality/ Gender : Bisexual/ Cis male
Born to a woman living in Texas, his mother was always strange. She was obsessed with Zeus to an unhealthy degree, naming her son Rapture, as in "rescue from a burst of light". Despite this, he loved her. Rapture was Latin-American, and heavily discriminated against, giving him a hatred of authority figures. Eventually they were attacked by monsters, who burnt their house down, killing his mother, who remained inside, believing Zeus would rescue her, and giving him a large scar across his face
Charge : Thalia (dislikes authority, and so dislikes most Romans, including Jason)

Owl
Grandson of Athena
Weapon : The Owl's Talons, a celestial bronze dagger emblazoned with the head of an Owl, given to him by his father, who was given it by Athena
Powers : Incredible intelligence
Sexuality/ Gender: Aromantic asexual/ Cis male
In the year 1980, the goddess Athena took a lover, the mortal, Hibou, and to them was born a son, the grey-eyed Nebula. For a while, they were happy and all was well, but Athena grew colder and colder with each passing day. The child was not unskilled by human standards, and yet his skill was not near enough to the perfection she desired. Then, Hibou was shot and killed in a robbery. Athena mourned her lover for a day, and then, placing her son in an orphanage, left for the golden halls of Olympus.
Nebula grew up unloved, desperate for love from the one family he had. He devoted every second to her, and sought to live the perfect life for her sake, and yet it was all in vain, for she never once looked his way. He married a beautiful, if cold woman and had a son, and it was then, looking into the eyes of his son, named Owl after his grandfather , his eyes of molten silver, he mourned for his life, which he wasted.
He turned to drink, and his wife left him, and yet his son loved him, and he loved his son. And on his son's eleventh birthday, he came home, sober, and with dark circles under his eyes, and pulling out a knife, claimed that it was given to him by his mother, and begged his son to live a good life.
A year later, he was dead, in his bed, lying in a pool of blood that streamed from his gaping mouth, from either an overdose of sleeping pills and alcohol, or suicide. His son witnessed everything yet refused to speak
Owl was brilliant, shrewd and cold, callous and clever. His mind was faster than his father's by far. He was placed in an orphanage, and on his fourteenth birthday, he broke a window, and escaped, desiring vengeance against his grandmother, whom he blamed for his father's death.
The Owl wandered far and eventually ran into the Eagle, the King Of Thieves. He joined Eagle's gang, and at the age of sixteen, split off from him to form his own group. He was called the Eye of Phoebus, for the belief was that he could see into the future. This was untrue, he was simply brilliant.
And yet, his brilliant mind hid a darkness in his heart. His overwhelming guilt at breaking his father's final wish, and the scarring memory of his father, spread-eagled on a bed, blood streaming from his mouth. The dulcet tones of the piano, and the clink of laboratory equipment seemed to be the only noises he was comfortable with.
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Eagle of Hermes
Son of Hermes
Weapon : The Talons of the Winged God: Two Celestial Bronze Blades with ribbons attached at the end, giving Eagle's silhouette the appearance of a winged man. These help in swinging the sword and can act as grappling hooks for short distances
Powers : Incredible stealth, ability to steal anything he wishes, The eye of Thanatos-letting him see people's lifespan
Sexuality : Demisexual/ Cis male
Born in a city devastated by a massive war, his first thing he saw was an abandoned hospital, and his heavily injured mother. His mother cared for him as best she could, but her injuries limited her. At the age of ten, he learnt to steal from the wealthy elites who had established a city atop the ruins of his own. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to steal enough, and his mother died giving birth to his baby sister, a mortal. He swore to protect her and eventually earned a reputation as "The King of Thieves", forming a small gang. However, eventually he and his sister were caught in yet another war, in which his sister died in the crossfire. Enraged, he ventured into the Underworld to speak with Thanatos. Thanatos offered him a deal- his eye and a game for a ritual he could use to bring back his sister. He agreed, tearing out his eye, and winning the game. However, after receiving the ritual, he tore out Thanatos' eye, and replaced his own with it. After this, he ventured back and performed the ritual, returning his sister to life

The Wolf/ Lupus
Son of Hephaestus / Vulcan (he never specified)
Weapon : Nanites, Drones, Hard-light blades made using Celestial Bronze generators
Powers : Incredible inventive ability, Heat resistance, ability to breathe fire
Sexuality : Asexual/ Cis Male
Born in a small city somewhere in China, he lost his mother at an early age when monsters swarmed his city, burning it to the ground. All that remained of her was a wolf-shaped mask, which he carried at all times. He was taken in by Ruan, son of Ares and master of the Wumu Zhi Ren, an assassin's league. He was put through many years of gruelling training before he finally escaped and returned to his home-town. Desperate to prevent his tragedy from repeating itself, he allied with Foxglove, OC #3, to bring peace to his city. While Foxglove helped eradicate crime within the city, Wolf searched for a legendary artifact- The Dream Crystal, forged from the birth of Gaia. He found it buried deep beneath Mount Etna and used it as a power source, creating a vast shield over his city

Foxglove
Mortal
Weapon : Shandian, a whip-like blade, made of double-edged Celestial Bronze and titanium
Power : Agility, Electrokinesis
Sexuality: No idea
Born a poor orphan in Shenzhou, Wolf's city, her life truly began when she was picked for a set of experimental trials by Xeno, a son of Athena. They injected godly Ichor into her, specifically Zeus', making her terminally unstable, prone to random flashes of lightning, but also extremely powerful. Eventually, she escaped, making a deal with Wolf, who forged Shandian for her

Ruby
Son of Aphrodite
Weapon : L'Amore, a Celestial Bronze bow, with an Imperial Gold filament as a bowstring
Powers: Love's Fatal Sting, a pink mist that highly increases susceptibility to suggestion along with libido
Obsession: a highly-advanced form of charmspeak
Sexuality : Omnisexual/ Cis male
Born to an orthodox Catholic pastor in Texas, into a family of two boys (one other son of Aphrodite) and one girl, he was always highly feminine from a young age, resulting in severe abuse. At the age of 15, he and his brother officially separated from their father, taking away his other children as they went. As they grew older, they realized the danger their presence posed to their siblings and so, leaving them in the care of their paternal grandmother, left

Non-allies :
The Empyrea
Minor God of the Flame, Part of a now long-dead pantheon
Weapon : The Imperial Gold spear Xuanyuan
The golden warhammer (that can elongate into a whip of red lightning) Hongdian
Powers : The Phoenix Down, a magical feather that gives him the ability to move at incredible speeds
Pyrokinesis, Super-strength
Sexuality : Male-attracted/ Genderless
the Phoenix , the God of Fire. Born a mortal in the fortress city of Kel-nu-Ras, the Hope of Man. His father had fallen in a war, and returned "in a matchbox". He was thrown out when he was unable to pay rent. He was a poor orphan, spat on and scorned, until he met the First Empyrea, a kind and caring God. The god took him to Mount Taixuan, his mountain fortress, which he conquered from the dark god Leven. There he was raised as the god’s successor, which he eventually became.
He then adopted a young girl who had been orphaned in the Emergence of Corruption. The Corruption is a hostile race of virus-like organisms that hate all inhabitants of Earth. They are led by Carad the Terrible. The other gods fought and fell to Carad, including the First Empyrea. Finally, before the gates of Kel-nu-Ras, he faced the Phoenix, and killed him. As he lay dying, the Phoenix released a burst of energy that killed Carad once and for all, and a single feather, mark of the Phoenix, floated before his daughter, marking her as his successor

The Tortured King Prodotis
Second King of the Monsters, Son of Echidna and a mortal
Weapon : Godkiller, a sword made from the spine of another demi-monster
Emperorshell, a shield-like formation formed from organic material
Scorpiontails, thousands of explosive Stygian Iron knives
Power : Incredible regenerative abilities, ability to form bony exoskeleton and bony tentacles which can be manipulated and reshaped
Sexuality : Gay / Cis male
The son of Echidna was born when she took a mortal form after falling in love with Leven, a son of Ares and a particularly brutal monster-hunter. They had a child together, but when the child emerged, it had burning red sclera, a clear sign of its true heritage. Disgusted, he abandoned the child and saw that the mother, Echidna had vacated her body, returning to her ordinary state. The boy grew up on the street, believing his father was dead, only to be taken in by Moabitus, a son of Athena, renowned as one of the "strongest demigods". He grew up killing monsters, until he was kidnapped by an empousai, who ruled that particular area. She tortured him for days, eventually revealing his heritage. In anger, he broke free and devoured her. Running away, he soon collapsed from blood-loss, only to be helped by Percy Jackson. This was the first kind thing anyone had done for him, and he instantly fell in love. Later, he returned and claimed the title of "King of the Monsters"