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Demigod Creation Station

(Witty, I know o^o)


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OPEN BIG THREE

Hades: 1/3


Poseidon: 2/3


Zeus: 1/3

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[Pine]

Green!

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Name:

James Anson Dixon


Age:


Thirty-five





Gender:


Male

Species:

Satyr


Sexual Orientation:


Heteroflexible


Powers:


• Woodland magic, such as control of plants, but it is largely unpolished


• Able to detect emotions in mortals, which is almost second-nature to him


• Animal-level hearing, smell and can run at a notably quick clip when his legs are free from pants




Appearance:

James has a curly head of auburn hair with tiny ivory horns that just barely poke out. Splashes of freckles decorate his chest and face. His face is very expressive, allowing him to exaggerate emotions as needed. His eyes are a vivid hazel, with many contrasts between the brown and green shades of them. In spite of his youthful appearance, his chin is usually covered in stubbles of hair, making people further doubt his claims of being sixteen. His frame is more lanky than muscular, standing at five foot ten and having just enough meat on him for his ribs not to poke out. However, his elbows are bony and his scapula pokes out with certain movements. James has an angular shaped face with a long, slender nose, and the tips of his ears are somewhat pointed, but this is concealed by his thick hair and the various beanie hats he often wears.


James prefers being completely in the nude, throwing on only a windbreaker for cooler weather. However, for the sake of the disguise he often has to adopt, he will fit himself into jeans and a graphic t-shirt. His arms are rather hairy, unlike his chest, but he has an aversion to long sleeves, so he'll just cross his arms if he ever feels the need. Since he has never quite mastered the art of wearing pants, James acts the part of a cripple, bringing a cane with him all the time. Sometimes, however, he forgets to act completely disabled without it, leading to some interesting incidents. His fur, which begins around his waist, is the same auburn color as the hair on his head, though the fur is in tighter curls and does not have the same soft feel to it.
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Personality:

James is an obvious extrovert, easily flitting from one group of people to the next and befriending them all just as easily. He is fun loving and mischievous, pulling pranks whenever one comes to mind. He oozes overconfidence, keeping him optimistic even in the face of perilous situations. He appears selfish and can sometimes come across as cold. When it comes down to a situation he knows is very critical based on what he does, James has the rare talent among satyrs to completely shut down his emotions and will think only with logical sense. Sometimes this satyr can seem scatterbrained, as he has an odd way of prioritizing things, which others can find frustrating in such instances. However, he never fails to surprise others with how it works out for him in the end, further fueling his arrogance.


James has an impulsive need to do the opposite of what he is told, often leading him into trouble. He is infamously stubborn, and once his mind is set on something, there is very little anyone can do to change it. Sometimes this makes him judgmental, to which he will treat someone on whatever bias he has developed. The satyr is quick to jump to conclusions and is not much of one for careful thinking. On many occasions, he can act very immature, teasing others until it is too late to realize he has insulted someone. There are very few things he loves more than a good dirty joke. James sometimes seems a little dubious in terms of moral grounds, as he has no qualms with lying, cheating or gambling, but his intentions are usually earnest. He can, however, struggle with forgiving others at times.

When it comes to textbook things, James isn't the brightest. He is gifted with the natural instincts of his race, but the only facts he can go on about are plants and environmental science, as his kin have been force-feeding him that information since he was a child. Sticking close to his charge doubled as someone he can cheat off of when it comes to homework, as James would never be one to bother with studying. He finds many things in the human world to be trivial and will often complain about how pointless it is, math being a chief subject among them. That is just one example of many of how quick he is to undermine the problems of others. Anyone that tries to vent with him will instead find him talking about how much he has it so much worse, much to the annoyance of the rather unfortunate individual.

As entertaining as he is, or tries to be, the satyr's insensitive, tough love tendencies leave him to be an acquired taste of companionship. Still, James is just like any other satyr where he can detect the feelings of others. This is usually a belated reaction, where he may be talking carelessly before he realizes how much the extent to which he has upset someone or otherwise. As a result, sometimes he will explode into sudden anger or completely shut down, depending on the circumstances. This gives off the impression that he is unstable, where in reality, it's just the intensity of someone's emotions rubbing off on him.

History:

Like most of his kin, James has spent his entire time in Camp Half Blood. From birth, he was kept close to his fellow satyrs, an almost numerous amount of which were his brothers. His parents bred like animals, to put it mildly. At first, he was just engrossed with the satyr lifestyle as the rest of them were, just as was expected of him. He was fed information about biology, he was preached to about nature, and just like the rest, he dreamed of being the one to find Pan, even before he fully understood what that entailed. James was excessively passive, promoting peace over violence and spending most of his days having good family fun with the other satyrs and occasionally the nymphs.

To this day, he is still not quite sure what triggered what could go down in history as the ultimate rebellious teenage phase the world had ever seen. Perhaps it was when he began to grow dimly curious of the demigods also occupying camp alongside him, the likes of which he had looked down his nose at for the longest time for their more "primitive" propensities towards violence. Regardless of what started it all, James began to drift away from his brethren and took a more keen interest in watching the demigods. Soon, he found that he wanted to learn more about them, and through them, what life was like on the outside.

No true buffer existed to prevent this from happening. His parents hardly even noticed this sudden curiosity from him, and the resultant change in behavior, as he was well into his pre-teen years at the age of nineteen and they had many other children to also give their attention to. These other half-humans were a curiosity though, with the way that they treated their god-given gifts for more combative purposes, as opposed to the casual usage shown to him by his elders. James had considered himself to be a master of his magical craft, but when he challenged and was easily beaten by one of these demigods, his entire attitude changed towards this.

He began to obsessively work for some combative edge that he could get. James's strange pursuits soon began to attract the attention of many in the camp. The other satyrs and the nymphs looked at this with disapproval, while a select few demigod friends he had made were very encouraging with his efforts. From here, his inclination toward various weapons was tested, and a particular staff was found to be a perfect match, and was bestowed unto him by the directors of the camp.

As James worked to improve his skills with the staff, determined to never be a pushover again, he came to the epiphany of how this had all happened. He realized the pressure from the other satyrs to think, act and behave just as they did, taking on their air of moral superiority with their compliant ideals. Repression of his naturally crude nature had lead to an exaggerated persona of the ideal satyr, and without thinking about it, he one day decided to just cast it all away. With this in mind, he developed a strong resentment to these traditions and developed his cynical mindset, which overall made him particularly indifferent to the plights of those with influence. If he wasn't aware of the dangers involved, he would talk down on the gods in all kinds of ways.

Needless to say, though his abandonment of the basic principles of his kin have left his woodland magic rather inferior to many of the other satyrs his age, James had came to be on par with just about any of the other trained demigods in terms of weapon usage by the age of twenty-four. A year later, he was entrusted with the task of protector. He was transferred between a variety of middle schools to sniff out the half-bloods there. His first few months were met with little success, but that wasn't something he minded. In spite of acting the part of the cripple, he gained popularity among the population of students as a class clown. In theory, James should not have been attracting so much attention, but he couldn't help it. For the first time in his life, he was fully immersing himself in the culture he had always fantasized about and he loved every minute of it. There was no pressure or expectation for him to act the part of a tree-hugging hippie. The kids there even thought the cane was cool.


Soon enough, just a few days prior to his next birthday, he caught a whiff of his first half-blood. Her name was Jessica Strouth, a rather unimpressive girl that mostly kept to herself, but she was beginning to dimly recognize who she was. James worked around the school system to get closer to her. He found that she was struggling through school due to a severe case of dyslexia, which would stress her at times of work and give her a volatile temper when talked to during this time. However, as he grew to be one of the few people who spoke with her, he found she was good-humored, if a little morbid. James was busy building up a way to whoever her guardian was when an altercation with another student escalated. When he found her, the other kid had already been choked out from toxic fumes and she was standing there in shock. Needless to say, it was time to skip the formalities and head straight to camp.

His first escort was a success. Only a single monster appeared during their venture, the likes of which was swiftly dealt with. Things were arranged with her father, and while James aided in showing her the ropes of camp and was pleased with his shifting reputation around the place, he only stuck around long enough for Demeter to claim her daughter. He found that he enjoyed the job of being a protector far more than he would ever want to be a searcher. James delighted in privately poking fun at the simple problems of humans and loved nothing more than finding a new demigod who would look to him as a vast source of knowledge and ogle at his fighting skills. For a good many years, he was obsessed with recruiting new half-bloods. His success was such that he was invited to be a searcher, but he instantly declined. He would gladly go on the occasional quest if requested, but it was not in his nature to dedicate himself to a single task.

It was only after he was personally requested to escort a young man from the underworld that he began to back off of constantly jumping on a new search, merely for the fact he was finally satisfied with the kids around camp, the likes of which had all but forgotten his "prudish" days. People perceived him as the fun satyr to be around, just as he wanted, or the obnoxious one. Either way, it was the persona he had always desired to put up and he could not be any more pleased.


Scent:


He smells somewhat reminiscent of a dusty barn, naturally carrying the musk of a farm animal, but it isn't uncommon for him to use green apple hair products and other sweet scented body wash.




Likes:

• Head scratches


• Juicy food


• Sparring


Dislikes:


• Politics


• Science fiction


• Cold weather


Weapon:


An oaken cane with a bulky handle that doubles as a staf. The material aids him in channeling his powers, but prefers to simply fight with it, as his powers are notably underdeveloped. It can shift into an actual bo staff where it no longer has the handle, but James prefers the aesthetic that goes along with beating people with canes.


Theme Song:

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Other:

Charged with the protection of Derrick and Elijah Emerson.

 

[GinjaGen]

Caspian "Cas" Phillips


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• Basics
• Powers & Weapons
• Personality& History
• Likes, Dislikes & Fears
• Theme Song
• Relationships

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  NAME: Caspian "Cas" Phillips
  
  
  AGE: 17
  
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Poseidon
  
  
  HEIGHT: 6' 0" (183 cm)
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Brown
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Tan
  
  
  SCENT: Salt water taffy
  
  
  FAVORITE COLOR: Grey
  
  
  OTHER: Has two younger adoptive sisters (Lily and Rose), and a southern twang.
  
  
  
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  POWERS:
  
  
  (It should be noted Cas has almost no experience with his power)
  
  
  
  
  
  - Hydrokinesis - Control over water
  
  
  - Hydro-Healing - Can heal himself when in contact with water
  
  
  - Hydrogenesis - Can draw water from the air and nearby objects to use it
  
  
  - Underwater Breathing - Can breath underwater
  
  
  - Limited Atmokinesis - Limited weather manipulation (usually due to messing with the water in the atmosphere)
  
  
  - Limited Geokinesis - Cas can cause earthquakes, but only under extreme circumstances.
  
  
  - Limited Cryokinesis - Limited control over ice to the extent that he can form it from water, or turn it into water.
  
  
  - Water-Induced Attributes - When in contact with water, Cas experiences great increases to his speed, agility, strength and endurance.
  
  
  - Heat Resistance - Less impacted by extreme heat than normal people.
  
  
  WEAPON:
  
  
  A trident that daylights as a necklace. It was sent to Cas on his 13th Birthday. His parents were confused when none of his relatives claimed the gift, but didn't think too much about it. He's luckily a natural in using the weapon, but needs training to become adept.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  
  
  
  From a young age, Cas’ father drilled a certain set of rules into his son, the “Rules of a Southern Gentleman.” How many rules there actually are, or if Cas’ father actually made them all up, Cas will probably never know. However, they are important for understanding Cas’ personality.
  
  
  Such rules include: protecting those that can't protect themselves; being respectful of everyone, especially those in positions of authority and older than you despite conflicts with your own ideals; standing up for oneself in the situation that you, someone you care about or someone you are protecting is insulted or threatened; working to the best of your ability at all times; having good manners; no cussing ;and always pay on a date.
  
  
  Despite learning these rules and attempting to live by them, Cas has a few serious issues. The two most serious of the serious issues is his difficulty with the concept that a southern gentleman is supposed to forgive those that have wronged him. He never forgets a transgression. Also, on the rare occasion that he becomes upset, it takes a lot to bring him down from it, and he can become quite dangerous.
  
  
  Main Attributes:
  
  
  + Kind – Cas is very kind, and will go out of his way to help or defend someone truely in need.
  
  
  + Integrity – Cas is honest and will keep his word.
  
  
  + Loyal – Cas is very loyal. (If you break his trust, look out)
  
  
  + Persistent – He will not give up, even if he fails the first time.
  
  
  +/- Unemotional – Cas has very even moods and it is quite difficult to truly upset or insult him. It also means that he doesn’t express happiness very unfortunately occasionally makes him appear cold, uncaring or distant.
  
  
  +/- Reserved – Cas is quiet. He prefers to keep his opinions and beliefs hidden to avoid arguments. This can cause him to appear cold or aloof.
  
  
  +/- Non-Confrontational – Cas preferred handling things calmly and diplomatically. He highly dislikes confrontation to the point that he will avoid it unless absolutely necessary, though this applies to mostly social confrontations. This does not count for physical altercations, questions of honor, or when he is defending someone. His "southern gentleman" training wouldn't let him avoid that.
  
  
  - Unforgiving – While he doesn’t get insulted easily, if you wrong him, he will not forget it or forgive you.
  
  
  - Inconsolable – When truly upset, whether angry or sad, he is practically inconsolable. The storm will continue to rage until he burns out, takes revenge, or is miraculously consoled. It should be noted, the only ones who have up until this moment been able to console him are his younger sisters, with whom he is close. He has to really trust the person trying to console him.
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  Cas never knew his birth parents, or anything about them. He was put up for a blind adoption immediately after his birth, and his adopted parents treated him as their own from day one. They got lucky, and Cas grew up to look remarkably like them. In fact, up until the moment he had to leave for Camp Halfblood he hadn't even known he was adopted.
  
  
  His parents were loving but strict with him and his younger siblings. They had to go to cotilion classes, as well as seperate etiquette classes. They had to go out for sports or clubs, of which Cas always seemed to excell at. However, despite his athletic abilitiess, growing up he was an average student in pretty much every way. He applied himself to his schoolwork in hopes of satisfying his parents, but because of his learning disabilities ended up at the middle of the pack. He also had plenty of friends, but no 'best' friends. Basically he was raised to be an obedient cog in the machine.
  
  
  In fact, he never thought he would ever truly fit in or feel like his own person until the night the cyclops came crashing into his house yowling about needing to take him away. This had understandably freaked his parents out, as all they could see was a gigantic man screaming about taking their child away while Cas was freaked out for another reason, namely the man's giant one eye.
  
  
  Eventually the cyclops, after being threatened with the police, actually decided to think. He had pulled a number of (real) papers and a badge (which looked really fake to Cas and quite official to his parents) referencing Cas' adoption and birth parents and stating that due to his heritage, he needed to be taken in for protection because "some very bad people were out to get him for things his daddy had done." After being given more (fake) general information and (real) contact information for this protective camp, with promises of more information to come, his parents grudgingly agreed and let Cas go with the man.
  
  
  Once in the car, the Cyclops explained that he owed their father a favor, and took Cas to camp, dumping him out just outside of the boundaries of the camp, yelling something about "being even" as he drove off. Cas was left confused and in the middle of New York not knowing how he'd gotten there so quickly.
  
  
  
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  LIKES:
  
  
  - Taffy
  
  
  - Salt
  
  
  - Horses
  
  
  - Dogs
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  - Heights
  
  
  - Meat
  
  
  - The cold
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  - Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)
  
  
  - Thalassophobia (Fear of Open Water)
  
  
  
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  THEME SONG: When the Levee Breaks - Led Zeppelin
  
  
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  As he's new to camp, it's unlikely he has many in depth relationships as of yet. However, if you want to try to arrange something ahead of time, PM me.
  
  
  

ORANGE
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[Arynne]

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Alexandra the Great

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• Basics
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• Personality & History
• Likes, Dislikes & Fears
• Theme Song

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  NAME: Alexandra “the Great” Clay
  
  
  AGE: 16
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Science-sexual
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Hephaestus
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5’4”
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Red
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Blue
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Not enough sun
  
  
  SCENT: Ozone and nitrous oxide
  
  
  FAVORITE COLORS: Black and rust (because they hide stains)
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  POWERS:
  
  Divine Genius - Alexandra’s brain makes connections many times faster than a normal human’s, leading to insights beyond mortal ken
  
  
  • Puzzle Box Solution - By touching a closed container, Alexandra may instantly intuit its contents (eventually, this will include buildings)
    
  • Wisdom of the Ages - Spreading her hands over a vessel of recorded knowledge (book, clay tablet, wall painting), Alexandra causes it to emit a golden glow; after a suitable (GM-determined) length of time, she gains a general knowledge of all information within the targeted source, regardless of language barriers
    
  
  
  Technokinesis - General control and understanding of machines and devices
  
  
  • Leap of Logic - Alexandra instantly understands the steps that went into inventing or designing something, allowing her to recreate the process
    
  • Technopathy - By thinking mathematically instead of emotionally, Alexandra may interface telepathically with computers and other processing machines, and communicate fully with sentient ones
    
  • Techno-Senses - Able to sense the presence of power sources or working machinery within seemingly solid constructions
    
  
  
  Limited Electrokinesis - Can channel electricity by creating a static charge which she releases to shock people or power up machines; does not include weather control
  
  Limited Pyrokinesis - Alexandra does not have control over this gift yet, as she is unaware that she has it; she only knows that she is very good at creating explosives…
  
  Limited Sound/Light/Heat Resistance (Required secondary powers)
  
  WEAPON: Alexandra is usually loaded down with any number of dangerous toys; when “mundane” weapons are required, she wields a massive double-headed axe, which bears a suspicious resemblance to the one Hephaestus used to split his father’s skull that one time…
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  An alcoholic father and a workaholic mother sent Alexandra fleeing into books before most children could spell their own names. She read everything she could get her hands on to escape the turmoil at home; she had devoured everything by H.G. Wells and Jules Verne by the time she finished kindergarten. She made few friends, being so far beyond most of the teachers, let alone the other children, that they could not even begin to understand her. But that was all right. She had her precious volumes, her Chemcraft set, her ‘Young Tesla’ electricity kit, and later, the Internet.
  
  
  Her parents were not pleased by her lack of social skills and her increasing withdrawal into her room or the basement, and they expressed it in their different ways. Her father called her a nerd, a bookworm and a pathetic little dweeb. Her mother warned her about ending up a lonely old woman. Both fretted she would poison someone or set the house on fire. Now, looking back, Alexandra can see clearly that they both felt threatened by her obvious genius.
  
  
  The older she got, the more her family turned on her. They punished her perpetually with hurtful, insulting words, and she responded with cool indifference. This reaction technique only spurred them on: her well-deserved arrogance made them feel small. Her father lost his temper one day when she refused to get off the computer and come meet his boss. He hit her then and there.
  
  
  Alexandra had just started a new school, and the promise of a new challenge. She was in no mood for a fight…but when her father’s hand struck her, it triggered something inside, something that had been building up for years. With a flash of something like madness, she struck back in a flurry of blows, kicking and punching him. And as she did, she spouted off Hamlet:
  
  
  “I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat;
  
  
  For though I am not splenitive and rash,
  
  
  Yet I have something in me dangerous,
  
  
  Which let thy wiseness fear: hold off thy hand.”
  
  
  She was twelve years old.
  
  
  Oh, Alexandra’s father recovered, eventually. Physically at least. Emotionally, he was never quite the same. All in all, it was a relief when a friend of her real father showed up. Life got much easier, with that knowledge. Knowledge always helps.
  
  
  Camp Half-Blood is…tolerable. Far too many of the “demigods” she meets here are like the children at school: little jocks-in-training, all muscle and no brain; or social butterflies who combine giggling with jeering mockery. But at last she can learn the secrets her books and websites only hint at!
  
  
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  LIKES:
  
  
  • Books
    
  • Chemistry
    
  • Computers
    
  • Comics
    
  • Prime numbers
    
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  • Meaningless socialization
    
  • Having to explain things twice
    
  • Germs
    
  • Being touched
    
  • Thomas Edison (“EDISONNN!!!” *skyward scream, shaking of fists*)
    
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  • Acrophobia (Fear of Heights)
    
  • Agoraphobia (Fear of Wide Open Spaces)
    
  
  
  
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  THEME SONG: “Fight Fire With Fire” - Metallica
  
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Color: Rust

 

[GinjaGen]

Asha Kapoor

• Basic

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  NAME: Asha Kapoor
  
  
  AGE: 18
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Hermes
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5' 4" (163 cm)
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Very Dark Brown
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Brown
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Like Caramel
  
  
  SCENT: Coffee
  
  
  FAVORITE COLOR: Yellow
  
  
  YEARS AT CAMP: 5 years.
  
  
  OTHER: Asha is addicted to caffine. She always has it with her in some form.
  
  

• Powers & Weapons
• Personality& History
• Likes, Dislikes & Fears
• Theme Song
• Theme Song
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  - Speed - Asha is able to move with super human speed. Under pressure she can move at almost super sonic speed, but this puts great strain on her body.
  
  
  - Enhanced Agility - Asha is adept at dodging attacks and moving around in the world.
  
  
  - Lock Manipulation - Asha can perceive the functioning and unlock practically every lock.
  
  
  - Enhanced Persuasion - Asha can persuade people to do things and think things that she wants. They have to be below a certain intelligence level, and this is in no way close to as powerful as a child of Aphrodite's charmspeak.
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  WEAPON:
  
  
  Two Katar (daggers) which are typically disguised as individual rings that she wears on each hands. They transform when she takes them off.
  
  

  

  
  
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  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  
  
  Asha is an outspoken, fast-talking, quick-witted young woman. Asha in general has a very playful personality. She has a good sense of humor and a quick wit - she always enjoys a good laugh, and is adept at causing them herself. She has a clever mind, which is typically going a mile a minute. On the plus side, this means she's quite good at coming up with all types of plans and making split decisions. On the minus side, this means she also has a plethora of not so nice plans running around her head. Unfortunately, Asha also has a short attention span gets bored easily, and can't stand being bored. She typically copes with this by staying active. Being quite mischievous as well as a dare-devil, typically her definition of "active" usually involves climbing on something particularly high up or dangerous, temporarily stealing things, or playing pranks... though running is ok too.
  
  
  Asha can usually be found in the center of the group of people laughing, or on the dance floor dancing like no one's watching. She's carefree, likes to do anything and everything, and loves being around people and excitement. Something people do need to watch, however, is her ability to lie and persuade without remorse. She has compassion for people, but at the same time she sees no problem with lying or using her demigod powers of persuasion if she believes the situation demands it, and will not feel bad at all.
  
  
  Typically her interactions with people result in one of two ways: People either really like her and her energy and are willing to ignore some of her faults in way of a good time (or fear of retribution), or they want nothing to do with her. Truth be told, Asha couldn't care either way, though. She is quite confident in herself and her abilities, so as long as she think's she's in the right and you're wrong, that's the end of the argument.
  
  As covered before, Asha has a mischievous side. She loves playing pranks on those around her. Some of these pranks are not particularly appreciated. Sometimes the pranks are not meant in a playful manner, however. Sometimes they play to Asha's truly vengeful heart. If you scorn this girl, you will probably find your wallet missing... or something more valuable and potentially attached to you... like a finger. Fortunately for those that are on the receiving end of some of the more cruel or destructive pranks, Asha is also quite disorganized. Coupled with her tendency to get bored easily and her short attention span, unless she is truly set on a prank, or really bored, sometimes she gives up on a prank in favor of doing something else more interesting.
  
  
  
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  Asha grew up in an middle-class average home in central New Jersey as an only child. Her mother never told her husband that he was not Asha's real father, though he always suspected. Her parents from the very beginning knew she was going to be a handful. She cried for the first three months of her life, and once she learned to walk, she wouldn't stop. Asha did not take naps.
  
  
  Asha's issues only grew when she found herself confined to school life. She constantly grew bored, and to deal with this boredom, she began to play pranks. Soon it almost became a game for her; how far could she go until she would get caught. Constantly playing tricks on teachers and her fellow students ended up repeatedly getting her in trouble, and by the time she reached high school she had been kicked out of a number of schools, and was spoken about in hushed tones at teacher conventions in the area.
  
  
  Her parents worried about her future, and what she would make of herself. Asha was simply content with being herself. While she put absolutely no effort into school, she was a state-wide champion in track. She had realized at a young age that she was fast, and knew how to take advantage of it. In fact, she had quickly realized that she was abnormally fast and nimble, and knew that if she drew attention to it. So in public, she limited herself in showing off her speed, only winning by a little. However, secretly, she worked to push her abilities to the max, and then used these skills to improve her pranks.
  
  
  However, when she was 13 she was caught trying to see if she could steal things out of stores, insisting that she was putting them back each time she took them out. She had simply wanted to see if she could go fast enough that she could get away with it. She talked her way out of the charges using her still developing powers of persuasion, but her parents knew they had to do something. Almost as if it was divine intervention (which it was) her parents discovered a leaflet describing a camp for "special" children, and, fed up with trying to control her and dealing with the mishaps, she was shipped off to Camp Halfblood.
  
  
  She's been at Camp, thriving (with a mishap or two), ever since then.
  
  
• 
  
  LIKES:
  
  - Heights
  
  
  - Running
  
  
  - Movement
  
  
  - Airplanes
  
  
  - Shiny things
  
  
  - Caffeine
  
  
  
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  - Being bored
  
  
  - Being alone
  
  
  - Authority
  
  
  - Rules
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  - Nyctophobia (Fear of the Dark)
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  THEME SONG: Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON
  
  [media]
  
• 
  
  [/media]
  
• 
  
  
  None. PM me if you're interested.
  
  
  

 

[Flare]

• Looks/Information
• Power/Personality
• History
• Scent/Like/Dislikes
• Weapon
• Theme/Other

• 
  
  
  Name: Oliver (Ollie) Crandel
  
  
  Age: 20
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Straight
  
  
  Godly Parent: Nike
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Powers:
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
  • Angelic Inheritance - Oliver's mother, birthed with Angelic wings, has passed down the gift to her son. These wing give protection from the greatest hellfire, and flight for the reach of the highest stars.
    
  • Feather Morph- As the son of Nike, Oliver was blessed with wings, but he also has the ability to recall them into a spiritual energy esc form, so that they may be hidden and protected from danger.
    
  • Liquid Luck- As son of the goddess of victory, Oliver always seems to have a slight upper hand when it comes to competition. The blessing of his mother fades quickly and has no permeant fixture on his abilities, but may increase his strength, speed, or even mental output.
    
  • Re-Affirming Victory (While bonded with the golden wreath)- When a formal challenge has been conquered by Oliver, the gift of Nike the golden wreath, grows in strength as does it's holder.
    
  • The Torch Of The Goddess- Flames wrap themselves around Oliver's wing augmenting his strikes and weapon with a fiery force from the gods.
    
  
  
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Oliver has a small chance in the first moments of meeting someone to come off a little confident, and seems to be in the possession of a competitive nature. The boy has always been given a boost when times were tough, while confident in his own abilities, his mind is easily shaken at the idea of a lost battle. Having seen death first hand of those he loved, he is quick to act, but long to regret possible mistakes, and tragedy that befall him as consequence.
  
  
  Oliver's true tendency, and social disposition comes off timid, and softly spoken. Most people about the camp never realized his lust for strong competition. Usually by himself thinking into his strategy, or what he wishes for the day to bring him. When he cannot be found perched atop the highest point he can find, he usually obtains peace and tranquility soaring in the sky, his wings stretched out as far as possible truly free from the binding of the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  Oliver fears many things, or he experiences the sensation of fear. He knows the dangers the chances of risking his own life, and has yet to quarrel with losing it. While he may often experience fear, anxiety, and loneliness. He has never been unable to work against it, and be stopped by the silly notion of fear. Except, for when it comes to other people.
  
  
  Oliver stands on the line of the Introverted and Extroverted. He longs for the companionship of another, but knows the despair that comes with letting another person into his heart. Flying helps ease the pain, but after the death witnessed by him shortly before arriving at camp, he stays high in the sky away from those who might try to befriend him.
  
  
  
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Oliver Crandel
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
  Oliver had come home from the hospital on July 31, a Leo in sign. His father was the only one of his parents that had been there his entire life, but he can remember a woman, a beautiful woman. If that was his mother, he couldn't tell, but he knows she was there, she was there and never once put Oliver down. Ollie could never ask his father about it, it sent him into turmoil, and he was a busy fellow, usually running late, or leaving early. Oliver around the age of seven started to make dinner for the family of two, trying to give back to his father who had loved his so in the absences of his mother. "Father.. what was mother like?" He asked on his 9th birthday. "His father chuckled and smiled, a very different reaction than most other times. "She was competitive, and much to resourceful. She was.. out of this world." Oliver, hadn't and wouldn't catch that pun until much later in his life.
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
  
  Once in a lifetime, people are given a chance for change. Oliver, a boy of 20 now had lead a normal life, going to school, working 2 jobs, and trying even to find love. Oliver was a way from home at school, his father was trying so hard for Oliver to be able to come here, but even still they were struggling financially. It had not been easy especially with Oilier's choice in schools. The Advanced Culinary Art of New York. He had always dreamed of being a chef, and his father openly accepted that dream of his. ​
  
  
  
  Oliver was in the midst of a match, his team competing in the semi finals of the New York District Championships. Oliver was up to serve. His mind wandered about what he was doing with his life. "Should I really be here playing volleyball, while I should be studying... Practicing my cutting techniques, running the numbers again. There is still so much to learn." Oliver was thinking to himself, but just before he looked up to serve a hand firmly grasped his shoulder. "Cap, you gotta loosen up, you look like you're gonna fall flat on your ass." His third year Labero and close friend Cory Frinwick, had brought him out of his thoughts, and made everything a bit more clear to him. "I'm the captain." Oliver said tossing the ball up. "I am here for the people who support me as their lead." He thought to himself jumping for the ball. "I love this game!" He yelled out as his palm met with the ball sending it hurdling of the net, spinning and bending around the center back player, hitting the ground. "Ace serve!" The official called out.
  
  
  The next night he found himself on a train home, looking partially out the window he was next to, gazing at everything lit up by the moon. He began reviewing his grades for the semester," A, A, A, B, A... A batch of grades like this qualifies me for the Refined Chef scholarship... Plus I get my Volleyball Scholarship.. I hope my father will be proud!" Oliver was a fine student, but an even more impressive athlete. He was never scouted for an american volleyball team, but he had been leading the New York Ranger's Volleyball team for two semesters now. Oliver returned to his home state of New Jersey, and found his boarding area for his bus. He was only a few hours from home now, but something was off about the night... it felt menacing, and blood thirsty. Oliver wasn't the only one to feel it, everyone had a worried look on their face like something, somewhere was happening. Little did Oliver know, he was going to become the center of this menace's attention.
  
  
  Oliver approached his home's doorway and unlocked the front door only to find darkness. "That's... odd I swear.." Oliver stepped back and saw the lights on in the window, but once he stepped through the doorway it was black. He tried looking around a bit for his father, who's vehicle was in the drive way. Oliver saw a light flash in the back of the house, it was the Tv that had just turned on. "Father! Oliver had shouted" As if he was sick of his father's tricks. Oliver walked over to the back room, but just before turning the corner realized something. He had never told his father he was coming home tonight. As he turned the corner, all of the furniture was out of place, with blood patches everywhere in the room. His father's shirt laid in one of them, and a figure rose from one of the chairs. "Oliver Crandel..." It sounded like a woman, but he couldn't tell, it was under a black robe, and mask. Before Oliver could say anything his throat was grasped by the figure in black, "Why do you hide your powers? Or were you never taught to use them?" Oliver tried to scream, but couldn't. His breaths were short and felt as if he couldn't take one at all. "Try, try now to fly Oliver Crandel. Use every ounce of fear from this moment to run away, run away to a safe haven for your kind." Oliver had lost consciousness and everything had gone black.
  
  
  Oliver awoke on a small plateau next to a mountain, a map had his location circled and a small note attached said, "It has been nearly two months since you were near your home, but fear not, you will make a new home for yourself. Fly for the landmarks I have circled and you will find Camp Half-Blood, a place for you. Good luck."
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Scent: Tangerine, Lavender
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  1. Competition
     
  2. Helping Others
     
  3. Manga
     
  4. Flying
     
  5. Dreaming
     
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  1. Consequences
     
  2. Death
     
  3. Wine
     
  4. Cold
     
  5. Storms
     
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon: Uranus (Supreme God) & Mars (Ares)
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
  • These blades were forged from crystallized energy from the god Ares & the one know as the supreme god, the oldest of the greek legends. They hold the Elements of Wind, and Fire. Usually only one is in Oliver's hand at a time, but when flames of Ares are fanned with the life the air brings, a hell-storm shall raise even zeus may fear. However doing so would kill Oliver in the Process. These blades reside as wrist band when not being used. Traditionally a summoning circle is needed to call them, but Oliver's conditions for their use are different. (Note: Each weapon is roughly 57 inches in
    
    length, this includes the handle, but not the flowing tassels.)
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Theme Song: [media]
  
  
  
  [/media]
  
  GREEN
  
  ​
  
  
  
  

 

[hosaki]

Name: Logan Fletcher


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual


Godly Parent: Hypnos, god of sleep


Years at Camp: 4




Powers:

- Hypnokinesis


- Logan can induce sleep but the effect only lasts for a few hours. This is also limited to only a few people at a time.


- He can also astrally project when he is asleep.


- He is capable of altering and retrieving memories, but prefers not to alter memories as he finds it to be an unpleasant violation of a person's most private self.




Personality:

Logan is lazy and easygoing; he can usually be found lounging around in Cabin Fifteen with a few of his other half-siblings or hanging out near the lake. He only trains out of necessity, for self protection against the monsters that he occasionally comes across outside of Camp Half-Blood. Hand-to-hand fighting and sword skills are especially crucial for him because his other abilities are not combat-oriented.




Logan often has his head up in the clouds and does not pay much attention to his surroundings. Because of this unawareness, he is somewhat oblivious to the emotional state of others and cannot read the situation. However, he is friendly when approached, although his conversational skills are quite subpar, usually consisting of idle small talk and one word answers to questions.




Logan claims to be a pacifist, but this is to cover up his cowardice in the face of major confrontations. He is also indecisive, afraid of making the wrong decision and often relying on others for leadership and advice. He admires the more confident and courageous demigods of the camp, but also secretly envies them. Logan lives life at his own pace and focuses on getting by from day to day. He has no future aspirations or ambitions to speak of at the moment, and only wishes for his life to continue on peacefully.




Despite the weaker points of his personality, Logan is by no means a pushover. He values his friends and family greatly and also strives to do the right thing, even though he can sometimes cave to outside pressures.

Scent: He smells faintly of fresh laundry.




Likes:

- Sleeping in on the weekends


- Watching the clouds


- Quiet afternoons


- People watching


- Rainy nights


- Afternoon naps




Dislikes:

- Confrontations


- Making decisions


- High pressure situations


- Arrogant people

Weapon: Standard sword of celestial bronze


Theme Song: Capo Productions' "The Stars Are Dreaming"




Other:

- Logan's favorite color is light blue.


- He keeps a journal where he records his dreams in order to improve his abilities.


- He has conflicting feelings about his father; Hypnos is lazy and irresponsible most of the time, but he is his father after all.
​

 

[izayoiix]

Leila James

​

• Basic
• Powers & Weapons
• Personality & History
• Likes, Dislikes, & Fears
• Theme Song
• Relationships

• 
  
  
  
  AGE: 16
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Poseidon
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5'7"
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Blonde
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Gray
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Creamy White
  
  
  SCENT: an Oncoming Storm
  
  
  YEARS AT CAMP: 8 years
  
  
  
• POWERS:
  
  
  
  • Hydrokinesis
    
  • Geokinesis
    
  • Atmokinesis
    
  • Cryokinesis
    
  • Speak to Equine and Sea Creatures
    
  
  
  WEAPON: ??????? ???? - Drowning Wave
  
  
  Made of Celestial Bronze, it was gifted to her on her second year at camp by her father. It's disguised as a seashell on a dark blue corded necklace.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  [ + ] Bubbly - A sweet and bouncy girl, Leila always has a smile for everyone. She's almost never down, keeping her spirits up for everyone else. She hates sad and depressed moods, always wanting to keep things cheerful and upbeat.
  
  
  [ + ] Bright - While she's never had a 'proper' education, and her dyslexia doesn't help, Leila is smart. Explain things or leave her enough clues and she'll figure it out in the end. She enjoys learning new things and trying to help others if she can.
  
  
  [ +/- ] Dreamer - With her lack of family, Leila is almost always wishing for one of her own. She's never met her father and knows that she'll never meet her mother. At small times she blames herself for her death before she shakes it off and begins to dream of happier things. It causes her to wish for things she knows she'll probably never have, though it does make her happier and gives her reasons to look forward to the future.
  
  
  [ - ] Shy - Leila is a friendly and happy person, but only around those she knows. Of course, when meeting someone she's nice, but she's a bit awkward, not knowing what exactly to say. Mainly it's because she doesn't know whose she's talking to, so she doesn't know how to keep them happy. She doesn't back away from new people, but she doesn't go seeking them out either.
  
  
  [ - ] Naive - Because of her sheltered life, Leila is extremely naive regarding the outside world. After being claimed by Poseidon it was quickly thrown out that she should be a year round camper. Tied in with the fact that she has no where else to go, she's never left Half-Blood Hill, let alone leave New York. She has no idea how to survive on her own, no matter how much she might think she can.
  
  
  HISTORY: Soon after she was born, Leila became an orphan, her mother having died in childbirth. The hospital made sure she was healthy before immediately handing her over to child services as she was now the responsibility of the state of New York.
  
  
  Because she was only a few weeks old, it was easy to find a foster family. The happy couple named her Leila and they kept her for two years before they gave her up because they finally had a child of their own.
  
  
  The next house she was at until the age of seven. They were a good family with two kids of their own. They loved Leila, making sure she was comfortable and happy, even changing her last name to James. When she turned six her dyslexia and ADHD became prominent and the family started to struggle a bit. They continued on for a year before Leila accidentally overheard a conversation between her foster parents about how they couldn't keep up with her expenses. Not only was it her 'medical issues', strange things seemed to happen around her. It wasn't that she was a bad kid, just so many bad things happened around her.
  
  
  Before she could hear the end of the conversation, she ran and managed to fend for herself for a few days, running from everything in sight before a satyr found her and brought her to camp at eight years old. She's lived there ever since, especially after being declared a daughter of Poseidon.
  
  
  
• LIKES:
  
  
  • Rain
    
  • Animals
    
  • Sweet Food
    
  • Drawing
    
  • Cool Evenings
    
  • Sunset
    
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  • Lightning
    
  • Bitter Food
    
  • Death
    
  • Isolation
    
  • Ruins
    
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  • Altophobia
    
  • slight Claustrophobia
    
  
  
  
• THEME SONG:
  
  
  
  
  PURPLE
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  None, let me know if interested
  
  
  

 

[chamomile]

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​

• Basic
• Personality and History
• Likes, Dislikes and Fears
• Weapon and Powers
• Other

• 
  
  
  
  Name: Carine Jacelynn Keepers
  
  Nickname:
  
  CJ - A nickname her dad intended to have. Mostly everyone prefers to call her using it if they don't prefer to call her Carine.
  
  Age: 16
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious
  
  Godly Parent: Athena
  
  Height: 5' 3"
  
  Weight: 145 lbs.
  
  Hair Color: Brown
  
  Eye Color: Brown
  
  Theme: The Violet Hour - Civil Wars
  
  Scent: Honey Lemons
  
  Favorite Colors: Grey, White and Purple
  
  Years in Camp: Approximately 3 years​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  A relaxed, slightly social introvert with a habit of nibbling on anything that she could. Usually, this smiling brunette can be seen anywhere around camp with a paper and a pencil, sketching away while humming to a tune or hanging in her room. She comes across as approachable, friendly and mature but can sometimes give sarcastic or maybe even witty comments.
  
  
  Loyal, judgmental, risk taker, willingly likes the idea of sacrifice for a greater cause. She haven't met her mother yet and that's her one wish right now. It's not really easy to evoke her anger because she tries to hide it the best she can. But if it does go off, it tends to be unappealing and somewhat like the Ares kids'. She likes meeting new campers as well as showing them around.
  
  
  She is one who's not afraid to stand up for what she believes in and a respectable friend, earning herself the trust and liking of many. She would also protect anyone she finds in need of. She despise people putting others in a blame of any sort. They're humans. Humans aren't flawless.
  
  
  She also has a sense of justice and feminism, taking a liking to famous female figures like Artemis but has no intentions of joining the hunt. She prefers to follow rather than lead because she doesn't enjoy being the one people look to for help. Sure, she'd like to help them, but not to the point where she is in the center of attention.
  
  
  Unlike many of her intelligent siblings, Carine sometimes prefers to cross the bridge when she reached it instead of constantly insisting on planning ahead. She believed that was a true way of testing your intelligence: not by racking your brain for answers, but to let it come to you as if it was second nature which for children of Athena should be.
  
  
  At most times, she tend to look at the sky if her trusty drawing materials isn't with her, pondering at what is out of her reach... and acknowledgement.
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Carine's dad, Matthew Keepers was a scholar and author. Nothing big like J. K. Rowling or anything but he earned himself a loyal fan base. He opened up a little convention for his fans. About 1000 fans was expected to come, and Athena was one of them. Athena met him and said she found his books were fine and he found her strikingly intelligent.
  
  
  They made intellectual love, Carine was born on March, the 19th and hey, she has a belly button! Sadly, Athena had to leave, for her own reasons, lightly informing him of the truth before doing so which shocked and saddened the new father but he remained happy for the child.
  
  
  As soon as Carine was born, he knew she'll be like her mother and father: a freakishly smart girl. He wanted her to have the nickname CJ which is why it exists now. Fortunately or unfortunately, he remarried to a woman with the same intelligent qualities. Lucky for little Carine, her stepmother is fine with Matthew having a wife before her and treats Carine well.
  
  
  Matthew's prediction came true as the girl started school and naturally excel immensely in subjects. Of course, ADHD kicked in but it was barely noticeable. She became close friends to a girl named Araminta, nicknamed Minty who was secretly a satyr, or satyress as she prefers.
  
  
  Minty:
  
  
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  It wasn't until Carine's 13th birthday when she faced her first monster and found out the truth. Obviously, the monster attacked.
  
  
  Carine was terrified. A weird looking seal-dog guy was terrorizing her school and is really excited to destroy her. Everyone thought it was an escaped walrus and only Minty saw what she did so they raced to Carine's home as the telekhine continues to pursue her, tearing down the building.
  
  
  They managed to lose the telekhine and arrived at her apartment where more surprises await. Matthew hugged his daughter. He saw it on the news but he didn't expect her to come home. Then he knew what he had to do. The conversation went something like this:
  
  
  Dad: "CJ, I have to tell you something."
  
  
  Carine: "Yeah?"
  
  
  Dad: "Your mom is Athena."
  
  
  Carine: "Okay. Wait what?"
  
  
  Minty: "It's true." *Takes off her beanie*
  
  
  Carine: "Gah! My friend's a goat!"
  
  
  After explanations, Carine agreed to go to Camp Half Blood where Minty escorted her. Unfortunately, puberty showed up and Carine got a case of acne which made her hide in her cabin until it was over a few months later. Minty couldn't stay that long and continued her job to find other demigods. By her dad's request, Carine stayed in the camp all year round, enjoying the company of other demigods like her.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  ◇ Honey and Cinnamon
  
  
  ◇ Broading her horizon
  
  
  ◇ Sketching
  
  
  ◇ Felines and Owls
  
  
  ◇ Extremely Cozy Sweaters
  
  
  ◇ Quotes and Poems
  
  
  ◇ Meeting her mom
  
  
  ◇ Hearths and Warmth
  
  
  ◇ Pegasi
  
  
  ◇ Weaving
  
  
  ◇ Math
  
  
  ◇ Architecture
  
  
  ◇ Intellectual Challenges
  
  
  ◇ Capture The Flag
  
  
  ◇ Relaxing Fragrances
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  ◆ Stupidity
  
  
  ◆ Cowards
  
  
  ◆ Rash People
  
  
  ◆ Liars
  
  
  ◆ Something Sudden (Sounds or Movements)
  
  
  ◆ Anything Unpredictable
  
  
  ◆ Anyone insulting her knowledge
  
  
  ◆ The fact that she's much shorter than your average camper
  
  
  ◆ Puns
  
  
  ◆ Nuts
  
  
  ◆ Sickly Sweet Fragrances
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  ¤ Being Useless
  
  
  ¤ Spiders
  
  
  ¤ Claustrophobia
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weapon:
  
  
  A basic dagger. It's not special or a personal one. She just got it from the armory where Chiron allowed her to keep it.
  
  
  Powers:
  
  
  • Enhanced Intelligence
  
  
  - Hypercognition 》The ability to process knowledge and logic faster than a normal person as well as performing mental operations beyond the capability of the human mind. This improves muscle memory and brain capacity.
  
  
  • Animal Telepathy
  
  
  - Minor Communication with Owls 》Owls, being her mother's sacred animal, is able to communicate with her like she could with it. But she is unable to call them so the only times she uses this is when she runs into an owl. Any commands given will be executed but if too many are given, the owls will get frustrated and disobey.
  
  
  • Weaving
  
  
  - Creating a piece with yarn or thread even without any prior knowledge.
  
  
  
• 
  
  Allergies:
  
  Carine is allergic to nuts of all kinds.
  
  Relationships
  
  Father: Matthew Keepers
  
  Stepmother: Lacey Whyte Keepers
  
  Siblings: Asia Keepers, Camille Keepers, Cyra Curtis, Athena Cabin.
  
  Pm if interested for anything else.
  
  

My favorite color is amber!

​

 

[izayoiix]

Jade Wyatt

​

• Basic
• Powers & Weapons
• Personality & History
• Likes, Dislikes, & Fears
• Theme Song
• Relationships

• 
  
  
  AGE: 18
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Dionysus
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5'4"
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Dark or Light/Blonde Brown
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Brown
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Lightly Tan
  
  
  SCENT: Grapes
  
  
  YEARS AT CAMP: 1 years
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  POWERS:
  
  
  • Chlorokinesis
    
  • Cause/Cure Insanity
    
  
  
  
  WEAPON: ???????? - Descent
  
  
  A sharp dagger made of Celestial Bronze. It's named for it's ability to channel Jade's power of causing insanity. Isn't disguised because she straps it to her thigh or at her hip.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  [ + ] Caring/Friendly - Jade loves people. She hates being alone and can normally be found around at least one other person. She loves the idea of friendship just as much as she loves animals and nature.
  
  
  [ + ] Tomboy - While she has a decent amount of love for clothes, Jade has no problem changing and playing rough. She loves playing sports and helping out with taking care of the fields.
  
  
  [ +/- ] Joker/Sarcastic - Always wanting to crack a smile out of others, Jade doesn't mind making a slight fool of herself or others doing so to her, as long as it's done in good fun. She doesn't mean to hurt others with her jokes, but sometimes she can. Her jokes are either actual jokes or sarcasm and she uses both in any type of situation, dangerous, safe, or even just to try and diffuse tension.
  
  
  [ + ] Loyal - The thought of abandonment abhors Jade and she refuses to take part in such an act. She will standby her friends and family until the end, even if they end up turning on her. She won't leave anyone, following them until she has a chance to nag them half to death.
  
  
  [ - ] Stubborn - While she remains by her initial decisions, her stubbornness combined with her unending loyalty make for a slightly bad combination. Even if it leads to her getting hurt, she won't stop until she deems her 'goal' completed.
  
  
  HISTORY: Jade's mother was an exotic dancer who balanced precariously on the edge of madness, which is what drew Dionysus to her. When her mother was pregnant, at the end of the pregnancy, she got into a car crash and was pushed into an early labor. The effects of the car crash and the pregnancy ended up pushing her over the edge into madness.
  
  
  After Jade was born, no one knew what to name her. The hospital wasn't sure what to do, and the mother was raving about gems, until she started chanting Jade. So the nurses made sure she was named Jade. For a moment Jade was left in the room with her mother as everyone stepped out and that's when Dionysus showed. He knew what had happened instantly. He went to her mother and cured her madness.
  
  
  Living with her mother was peaceful even though they moved around New York a lot. She knew nothing of her heritage until she was sixteen when her mother explained everything to her. The next summer she was shipped off to camp where she's starting her second summer.
  
  
  
• LIKES:
  
  
  • Fruit
    
  • Clothes
    
  • Video Games
    
  • Nature
    
  • Home
    
  • Frosting
    
  • Sports
    
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  • Too much mud
    
  • Ignorance
    
  • People who can't take a joke
    
  • Threats
    
  • Pollution
    
  • Bullies
    
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  • Monophobia
    
  • Agateophobia
    
  
  
  
• THEME SONG:
  
  
  
  
  PURPLE​
• 
  
  
  None, PM me if interested
  
  
  

 

[izayoiix]

Marion Hale

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• Basic
• Powers & Weapons
• Personality & History
• Likes, Dislikes, & Fears
• Theme Song
• Relationships/Other

• 
  
  
  AGE: 14
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Iris
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5'3"
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Brown
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Brown
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: light Tan
  
  
  SCENT: Skittles
  
  
  FAVORITE COLOR: Green
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  POWERS:
  
  
  • Photokinesis
    
  
  
  WEAPON:
  
  
  • Lots and lots of drachmas
    
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  Marion is really a gentle soul. She's sweet and kind, in a cute, embarrassed little kid way and extremely shy. She doesn't really know how to interact with other kids, younger, her age, or older. Because of her shyness and her life at home, she developed some fears that make her even more shy, though on occasion she does try and come out of her comfort zone, wanting to interact with others.
  
  
  She likes to laugh at small silly things, even if she doesn't understand what's going, not wanting to upset the one she's talking to. She's extremely smart because of her father's expectations, and is hesitant about revealing what she knows because she doesn't want to be made fun of. In further inspection this is also what's made her into a slight pacifist like her mother, Iris. As of now she dislikes violence with a passion but as she grows used to life at camp, she'll start to understand that even if she dislikes it, it can be necessary in situations that she'll no doubt find herself in as she gets older.
  
  
  HISTORY: Marion's father was a good man until he met Iris. Well, that's not completely true. Even after the goddess had left, he was still a good man. It wasn't until one day he opened the front door and found a quiet baby girl lying in a basket. Marion, was written on a note, taped to the side. He was upset at the sight of her. He'd met this woman for one night and she just dropped a child on his doorstep?!
  
  
  Reluctantly he took her in, mainly because of his neighbors watching him. He was pleased that even awake she was quiet, it meant she wouldn't interrupt his work. Becoming bitter for having this burden placed on him, he started to drink, placing extremely high expectations on the little girl.
  
  
  He always yelled and blamed her for his faults, and upon enrolling her in school expected her to receive the best grades and do everything perfectly. Her father had no time to deal with her failures, going so far to hit her occasionally when her performance wasn't up to par.
  
  
  Marion was never hit often, she did well most of the time, and her father knew better than to arouse suspicion by leaving a long lasting mark.
  
  
  
  
  A quiet and shy girl by nature, Marion wasn't really sure how to interact with others and make friends. Because of this she was bullied once in a while, which made her even more unsure of how to make friends.
  
  
  Continuing this way for most of her life, Marion knew no different. It wasn't until one day after school when she was walking home that she found her new best friend, Rianne. The poor puppy was all alone and looked to be hungry so she picked it up and started home again when something jumped out at her.
  
  
  Startled, she stumbled back almost falling before she hit the side of a building and almost dropping Rianne who was growling weakly from her place in Marion's arms. She was even more scared when suddenly someone grabbed her arm and started running.
  
  
  Once they were safely away her savior attempted to explain everything to Marion though she barely understood, feeling a bit of shock. Not really paying attention, all the fourteen year old heard was demigod, pack, and camp. Absentmindedly she followed the directions, packing a bag and grabbing Rianne before her savior whisked her away, not even leaving a trace for her father.
  
  
  It was on her way to Camp Half-Blood that Rianne understood, sort of, what was happening. She was apparently a demigod, daughter to a god or goddess and had been found by a satyr. That's about all she knows as she arrives at camp.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  LIKES:
  
  
  • Reading
    
  • Flowers
    
  • Chocolate Chip Cookies
    
  • Clothes
    
  • Skittles
    
  • Puppies
    
  • Swimming
    
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  • Bullies
    
  • Mud
    
  • Bad Cooking
    
  • Make-Up
    
  • Broccoli
    
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  • Atychiphobia - fear of failure
    
  • Catagelophobia - fear of being ridiculed
    
  • Gelotophobia - fear of being laughed at
    
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  THEME SONG:
  
  
  
  
  purple
  
  ​
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  RELATIONSHIPS: None, PM me if interested
  
  
  OTHER: Boston Terrier mix puppy, Rianne
  
  
  

 

[G4hardcore]

• Basics
• Physical Characteristics
• Powers & Abilities
• Personality
• History
• Likes & Dislikes
• Weapons & Equipment
• Theme Song
• Theme Song
• Other

• 
  
  
  Name: Samantha Yu
  
  
  Age: 16
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Asexual
  
  
  Godly Parent: Hephaestus
  
  
  Years at Camp: 0
  
  
  Favorite Color(s): Black and Yellow
  
  
  Scent: She usually smells like her strawberries n' cream conditioner with a metallic twinge, but when angered can take on the scent of smoke.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Height: 5'4"
  
  
  Weight: 124 lbs
  
  
  Hair: long and straight, jet black hair
  
  
  Eyes: rich brown eyes set in almonds
  
  
  Clothes: She prefers to wear simple tank tops and jeans, with converse sneakers
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  • Gifted inventor and engineer [with the proper materials and time, she can build almost anything]
    
  • Heat proof [Able to withstand the heat, flames, and even molten earth]
    
  • Flame manipulation [cannot summon fire, but can bend existing fire to her will]
    
  • Gifted artist [can draw and sculpt anything her mind can imagine with superb detail]
    
  
  
  
• Samantha Yu is a girl who, though positive, prefers being by herself rather than in the hustle and bustle of crowds. Unfortunately, growing up in New York City meant she never really got enough of that, so she's comfortable enough in most situations. As a younger child, she never grew too fond of boys--they had nothing in common with her whatsoever, and they found her boring. She eventually would identify herself as asexual. It's likely this was just a result of a lack of stimulation from her peers. She grew up literally getting whatever she wanted, as she hardly misbehaved. Though to say she was a brat because of it was far from true. Samantha is always honest with people, even at the cost of her discomfort. This is because she believes her honesty will be reciprocated, even if it isn't always the case. She becomes rather annoyed when she discovers she was lied to or misled.
  
  
  Generally open-minded, Sam enjoys the simple things in life just as much as she does her gadgets and puzzles. She struggles to find inner peace at times, but is confident in her abilities and beliefs. She often constantly looks at herself or her work for room to get better. She has a strong sense of pride in her work and art, but always finds something to improve upon. She is very understanding and rarely becomes upset, except when thinking of the hole in her life where a father should have been. After the death of her mother, she became more reserved and less social than ever, becoming a bit depressed. Max, her guard dog, always senses when she's saddest and will bring her around, effectively keeping Sam grounded. Samantha often questions herself the most when she thinks about things she cannot understand.
  
  
  
• Samantha grew up with the finer things in life. Her mother a wealthy business owner among the fortune 500, she met the blacksmith god and fell in love at first sight. He was different from other men, who were only after her money. Hephaestus seemed to care little for the material and looked for the substance. Though Just as quickly as he had arrived, he vanished, leaving behind nothing but fond memories, a fantastic explanation, and a lovechild.
  
  
  It was obvious Samantha was different from the moment she was born. She didn't cry, merely examining the doctors in the room around her with curious eyes. At first, her mother was worried. But when she began speaking her first words at six months, her mother knew she was special. Smarter than anyone her age, Samantha was a rather lonely child. While kids picked their noses and talked about cartoons, she was more interested in how things worked. Skipping grades became a regular thing, and Samantha ended up graduating high school at the age of 11, her test scores for math and science literally off the charts.
  
  
  Still burning with questions, she began taking things apart in her luxurious home and creating new things out of them; engines, motors, even basic automatons. At first, her mother was upset, but when she saw the creations and artistic renditions, she had to wonder if she was providing a very fulfilling home for her daughter. Thus, Samantha was sent to a think tank, bypassing college altogether to learn from the greatest minds the world had to offer. On her thirteenth birthday, her mother explained to her that her father was not like most men--for he was no mere man. She explained, after an accident in her lab involving an explosion of fire that her father was the god of fire, which is why she was unharmed. Sam wondered no longer why English felt like a second language, why she had never been burned, why fires leapt when she became emotional.
  
  
  Mechanical engineering came easiest to her, she had a knack for creating groundbreaking machines and innovative tech, but Samantha could see that these scientists, while meaning well, couldn't be trusted with the secrets of her godly mind. The world was too violent. After four years honing her ideas at the think tank, she came back home, building a small lab in her room for her various ideas. She occasionally went outside with her new puppy to practice with her abilities. Knowing she was a demigod gave her the confidence she needed to become proficient with flames, to the point of using fire as an artistic outlet.
  
  
  At the age of 16, she had all the funding she could hope for, for virtually any project she could imagine. When she wasn't drawing pictures and crafting perfect sculptures, or playing with Max, she was working in her lab crafting endless inventions. Her husky, Max, was always by her side. They always seemed to understand each other unnaturally well, even when Max was a puppy on her 15th birthday, a gift from her mother. She didn't know exactly what she was creating these inventions for other than the sake of curiosity, until one day her mother sat down with her and warned her. She told her daughter she needed to leave, and head for a camp called Half Blood. Samantha wouldn't have it. Why run away from her only family, when she could easily defend herself from anyone with a quick trip to her lab? Besides, there were no such thing as monsters... Right?
  
  
  She began focusing on making various weapons, unsure of who or what they'd be used against. Her final invention was an defensive exoskeleton. She put on the suit, feeling like Ironman from the comics, and went to the roof of her penthouse home. Deciding to put her greatest idea to the ultimate test, she leapt from the roof and flew. For a few terrifying moments, she fell--fast. Ion thruster kicked in, slowly accelerating and creating lift. She flew for over an hour in the clouds. It was amazing--exhilarating. To be among the birds she always watched from below... it was the greatest day of her life.
  
  
  When she came back down, everything changed. Her home was the grisly scene of a murder. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, save for a single shoe and her blood splayed against the walls. Hot tears poured from her eyes like a facet turned on all the way. Choking back painful sobs, she examined the horror. It looked like an animal had broken into the house, and that's when she knew--it was all her fault. She found Max hiding under her bed, whining quietly.
  
  
  Fear gripped her, and she wondered when whatever did this would come back. She grabbed Max and ran away, toward what her late mother had called Camp Half Blood.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  • Solitude
    
  • Wordless Music
    
  • Crafting & Inventing
    
  • Constellations
    
  • Learning
    
  • Watching birds fly
    
  • Solving puzzles and mysteries
    
  • Asking questions
    
  • Most animals
    
  • Snow
    
  • Watching fire dance
    
  • Clever puns and good natured comedy
    
  • Flying and weightlessness
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Large crowds
    
  • Sexism
    
  • Snakes (the sacred animal of Ares)
    
  • Not knowing something/Getting stumped
    
  • The color pink
    
  • Stereotypes
    
  • Death
    
  • Poor hygiene
    
  • Blood, especially heavy bleeding
    
  • People touching her gadgets
    
  • Environmental carelessness
    
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  • Ion thruster flight system [thrusters have low acceleration, so must run for a few moments before takeoff--as such, flight and combat don't really mix]
    
  • HUD with multi spectrum scanner/audio control/interface
    
  • Fusion engine power source (requires refueling every week under normal use, or every 24-48 hours under extremely heavy use)
    
  • Enhanced Durability; Carbon nanotube and graphene plates
    
  • Enhanced Strength [3 phase system] (x4 optimal speed) (x8 with 50% speed decrease) (x16 with 75% speed decrease)
    
  • Exhaust vents double as short range deterrent (super coolant and excess heat release, 10 foot jets that lose effectiveness with increased distance)
    
  • Retractable steel blades in gauntlets
    
  • Suit's surface can become moderately electrified to stun and channel excess electricity
    
  
  
  
• [media]
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  [/media]
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Maximillion
  
  
  Age: 1
  
  
  Physical description: A white haired husky with blue eyes and strong legs. Weighing in at 50lbs, Max is a working class dog who is loves to run and swim.
  
  
  Personality: Max is a friendly dog, with a curious streak. Unfortunately, while well trained, he does have a tendency to roam. He deals with children well, but will walk away when annoyed. He is almost never aggressive, only beginning "dangerous" around those who yell at or threaten Sam (or anyone he likes), or around small animals. He loves to chase small animals. Though he doesn't seek to hurt them, he does play a bit too rough when excited.
  
  
  Max is a sensitive, loyal companion who Sam has the innate ability to communicate with on a pseudo telepathic level. Guard dogs being among the sacred animals of Hephaestus, she can understand his feelings and broadcast her intentions which manifest as basic commands, complimenting Max's generally well behaved demeanor.
  
  
  

 

[Azalea]

Favorite Color: Peach

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Juliet Justice Orion

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​

• General
• Abilities
• Personal
• Additional

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Name: Juliet J. Orion
  
  
  Nickname: 'Julie' or 'J.J'
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Hair Color: Dark brown
  
  
  Eye Color: Olive-grey
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Straight
  
  
  Godly Parent: Demeter
  
  
  Years at Camp: Finishing her 3rd year
  
  
  
  ​
• 
  
  
  
  Powers
  
  
  1 - As Demeter is the goddess of the cycle of life and death, Juliet is able to see and communicate with ghosts, specifically the ones that are crossing over to the underworld and those that roam the earth unable to rest. She is unable to control this skill, and for this reason the many ghosts she saw scared her. She doesn't often tell others about this power, for fear of being thought of as 'crazy'.
  
  
  2 - As Demeter is the goddess of agriculture, as well as the harvest, Juliet exerts control over plants growth, and is able to make them grown in even the most extreme of conditions, though only for short periods of time.
  
  
  3 - As Demeter exerts control over the seasons of summer and winter, Juliet has moderate control over the two weather conditions, enabling her to change the weather from 'hot' to 'cold', though the more extreme weather requires a lot of energy.
  
  
  4 - As Demeter symbolizes regenerative earth power of all living things, Juliet is able to heal living organisms.
  
  
  Weapon
  
  
  Unlike most children of Demeter who use their power over plants as a purely gardening based skill, Juliet uses her plants in battle along with her, as well as the dagger gifted to her by her mother on her fourteenth birthday, ????????. The weapon is simple in design, silver with the aforementioned letter engraved upon its blade. What makes the weapon different from others is the ever-lasting poison that coats the weapons blade, paralyzing anyone (apart from Juliet) who comes in contact with its blade. The poison takes 1-2 minutes to take effect, depending on the size of the individual and only lasts for about 7-8 minutes.
  
  
  
  ​
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  Juliet is extremely independent, disliking having to ever rely on others for anything, as she is used being let down by others. She dislikes being in one place for long periods of time, having to move quite often in order to feel truly comfortable. Privately, Juliet is a bit of an introvert when it comes to large groups of people she's unfamiliar with, finding being in their presence for long periods of time is extremely draining. Though some see this as flaw, Juliet finds herself able to adapt to every situation and person, though the question is whether she wants to or not. She's more so a listener then a talker, always having a ready ear for anyone who just wants to talk.
  
  
  History
  
  
  Unlike most demigods, Juliet Orion had a rather normal childhood when compared to the others. She had a doting mother and a father who were rather 'well-off' in terms of money, and Juliet remained blissfully unaware of the fact that this wasn't her biological mother. Juliet attended an all-girl's public school for gifted females, but because of her dyslexia and ADHD, Juliet had to work harder then all of the students combined just to focus as well as learn the concepts needed in order for her to pass the grade. Fortunately, Juliet was a hard and willing worker, one who persevered in spite of the close to impossible tasks assigned. Though she was never at the top of her class, she was quite far from the bottom. Life carried out in a fairly normal manner until around Juliet's fifteenth birthday, when Juliet came face-to-face with her first ghost. She never informed anyone of this incident as she was afraid of being deemed crazy. Additionally, around the time she begin to see ghosts, her parents became a overly protective, setting in place a curfew time of 4:30 for her to arrive home each day from school or any event she engaged in an activity with a friend. Frustrated as well as annoyed by her parents over-protectiveness, a group of Juliet's school friends hatched a plan to cut school early and take a bus to the neighboring city of New York for her birthday. Though she knew her parents would be understandably upset by this ploy, Juliet managed to push all emotions of guilt away as she excitedly agreed to their plan. They arrived at the city in the middle of the night and each girl was excited and bewildered by the sights around them. But just as they'd arrived, things begin to go horribly wrong. The passengers of the bus were attacked by what they thought was a woman with a knife, though Juliet saw the situation very differently as she was able to see through the mist, and instead saw a harpy. Just as it seemed as though they would all be losing their lives, Juliet intervened on accident, calling upon a vine which emerged from the ground, strangling the creature. Just as the battle was closing to an end, campers from Camp Half-Blood arrived, informing Juliet that she had to come with them if she 'ever wanted to be safe again'. She reluctantly agreed as they seemed to be the only ones aware that the creature was a harpy, and has been there ever since.
  
  
  
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• 
  
  
  
  Theme Song
  
  
  [media]
  
  
  
  [/media]
  Other
  
  
  Gemini
  
  
  Scent
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Cinnamon-Apple
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  1 - Plants, weeds, gardening
  
  
  2 - Pretty things
  
  
  3 - Cooking (though she's no good at the skill)
  
  
  4 - Sewing, weaving
  
  
  5 - Peach (the color)
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  1 - Tight spaces
  
  
  2 - Lies
  
  
  3 - Messes, dirtiness
  
  
  4 - Animals
  
  
  5 - Bossiness
  
  
  

​

 

[GinjaGen]

Dylan Vega

• General
• History
• Personality
• Preferences
• Powers & Weapons
• Theme Song
• Relationships

• 
  
  
  NAME: Dylan Vega
  
  
  AGE: 20
  
  
  GENDER: Male
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Straight
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Hebe
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5' 4"
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Black
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Brown
  
  
  SKIN COLOR: Caramel
  
  
  SCENT: Grass
  
  
  FAVORITE COLOR: Green
  
  
  YEARS AT CAMP: 8 years.
  
  
  OTHER: Has a very slight accent. Despite being twenty, he looks anywhere from 12 to 15 years old.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  HISTORY:
  
  
  Dylan was born and lived the first few years of his life in a small town on his father's family's ranch in the middle of Mexico. He spent much of his young life running round with the cattle, riding horses and playing with his numerous cousins who lived and worked the ranch. Ranch work was hard, but he was a happy kid, with a good family and a good life.
  
  
  Then Dylan's father, a professor of South American Studies, was offered a prestigious job at a University in the middle of Arizona. At the age of five Dylan was forced to trade in the grassy open space and his friends for a dry arid desert and a green card.
  
  
  He did not get along with the kids in Arizona. As a kid he got into quite a number of fights. Things only got worse when he got older but not older looking. The other kids in his class grew in height, he stayed basically the same.
  
  
  For a few years he didn’t say anything to his father, not telling him about the bullying and the fights. His father finally questioned him after his second suspension. Dylan admitted it was difficult to deal with, looking so young, and his father finally came clean about his origin.
  
  
  He and his father worked out an agreement, and Dylan finally found himself at Camp Half Blood. After graduating high school, and being a legal adult, Dylan has become a camper full time. He has been taking online courses to get a college degree though he doesn’t really have any ambitions to use it. It’s more for his father’s sake. He’s the most happy remaining at camp and working as a counselor for as long as they will have him.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  PERSONALITY:
  
  
  Much of Dylan's personality is dependent on the fact that he was bullied as a child and got into quite a few fights. As such, he is quite tough. He gives off a ‘don’t mess with me’ air, a sense of danger. And this air is legitimate, because despite his apparent age and small stature, Dylan can hold his own in a fight. Though he angers easily, he forgives twice as fast once he cools down.
  
  
  However, underneath his tough exterior Dylan is actually quite sensitive. He truly cares about those around him, and delights meeting new people and helping them become accustomed to Camp Halfblood.
  
  
  Main Attributes:
  
  
  + Kind – Dylan is very kind, and is always willing to help.
  
  
  + Trust worthy– Dylan will keep his word.
  
  
  + Forgiving – Dylan is very forgiving.
  
  
  - Confrontational– If feeling threatened, Dylan will not back down.
  
  
  - Un-trusting - While forgiving, Dylan is not quick to trust.
  
  
  - Quick to Anger - Dylan is easy to piss off.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  LIKES:
  
  
  - Cars
  
  
  - Basketball
  
  
  - Horses
  
  
  - Wide open spaces
  
  
  - Farms
  
  
  - People
  
  
  - Meeting People
  
  
  - Helping People
  
  
  DISLIKES:
  
  
  - How young he looks
  
  
  - Having people remind him of how young he looks
  
  
  - Peanut butter
  
  
  - The desert
  
  
  FEARS:
  
  
  - Clowns
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  POWERS:
  
  
  - Youth - Dylan ages much slower than normal people, giving him a very youthful appearance. He typically looks about 15, but can look younger or older depending on the situation and how old he wants to look - almost as if he's using some kind of mist. The altering of his apparent age is tiring for him.
  
  
  - Somewhat Quicker than Normal Healing - Dylan can heal quicker than normal people, but barely. For example, he could heal a broken leg in a week instead of six weeks.
  
  
  WEAPON:
  
  
  Dylan uses a generic sword and dagger or shield combination, though he is adept at and prefers to use hand to hand no weapon combat whenever possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  THEME SONG: Young Forever - Jay Z ft. Mr. Hudson
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  None. PM me if you're interested.
  
  
  

 

[Arynne]

Karen Ellingsen

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• Basics
• Powers & Weapons
• History
• Likes, Dislikes & Fears
• Theme Song

• 
  
  
  NAME: Karen Ellingsen
  
  
  AGE: 17
  
  
  GENDER: Female
  
  
  SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Lesbian
  
  
  GODLY PARENT: Triton
  
  
  HEIGHT: 5'8"
  
  
  HAIR COLOR: Dark blonde
  
  
  EYE COLOR: Sea-green
  
  
  SKIN: Tan
  
  
  SCENT: Brine
  
  
  FAVORITE COLORS: Green, gray and blue
  
  
  YEARS AT CAMP: Newcomer
  
  
  OTHER: Plays the trumpet in her school orchestra
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  POWERS:
  
  
  Hydrokinesis - The ability to control water
  
  
  • Aqua Vita: Karen recovers more quickly from injuries or exhaustion when immersed in salt water (though fresh water does nothing)
    
  • Commander of Currents: As the daughter of Poseidon's herald, Karen travels at three times her running speed when swimming, rowing or sailing
    
  • Denizen of the Deep: Karen may communicate with marine animals (though barnacles are none too smart)
    
  • Favor of the Waves: Karen can breathe underwater and suffers no ill effects from the pressure of the depths
    
  • Riptide: Karen may use water to push or pull a floating or submerged object without touching it
    
  
  
  
  Limited Aerokinesis - The ability to manipulate the air and wind; this power only works when Karen is on a body of water
  
  
  • Calling the Wind's Kiss: Karen may raise or banish the winds by whistling, turning a pleasant breeze into a roaring gale or vice versa
    
  
  
  
  Siren Song/ Battle Cry - By singing, shouting or playing an instrument, Karen can lure humans and animals closer or frighten them away; this does not appear to work on supernatural creatures yet...perhaps she needs to find a conch shell of her own?
  
  
  WEAPON:
  
  
  None yet, though finding or earning one could be the subject of a major quest...Sword of Triton, anyone?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Unlike her father, Karen can't fly under her own power; but Triton's gift of a boat makes up for that. The Amphitrite floats on air as easily as she does on water, and has two forms: a racing shell, for maximum speed--
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  and an old-fashioned rowboat, for carrying passengers or cargo--
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  To really know a city, Karen Ellingsen will tell you, you must know its waters.
  
  
  Seattle is located on Elliott Bay, on the eastern shore of Puget Sound. From the top of Queen Anne Hill you can look down on the harbor, where piers slant out into the mouth of the Duwamish River, making the shoreline as jagged as a saw blade. Beyond the river, the land sweeps back towards the northwest. Elliott Bay, lying within this horseshoe curve, opens onto the Sound itself; across the Sound you can see islands, and beyond them the mountains.
  
  
  Turning to look east, you see three lakes. The first, Lake Union, is an industrial lagoon bordered by shipyards, boatworks, and the remains of the old city gas plant, now a park. A canal connects it with Puget Sound; the second-largest locks in the world raise ships from salt to fresh water. Then there is the beloved swimming hole of Green Lake, and finally, the long, lovely stretch of Lake Washington, still marked with the wilderness though highways encircle it and a floating bridge of concrete spans it. “A mountain lake at sea level,” a visitor called it a hundred years ago, when it still lay outside city limits, and it still feels like a mountain lake. It is here the racing shells from the University practice.
  
  
  Karen was born in Ballard, the city’s Scandinavian enclave, and grew up on Sunset Hill, which rises up to a sharp cliff overlooking the bay. On the cliff’s edge stands the Fishermen’s Memorial, commemorating the many men, and women now, too, who have lost their lives in the North Pacific fishing fleet. Among them is Karen’s father, whose ship went down in the Bering Sea when she was eight.
  
  
  Jon Ellingsen had been a widower, his wife dying not long after the birth of their daughter; Karen’s grandmother raised her for the rest of her childhood; giving her a loving but strict upbringing. To this day, Karen has a tendency towards “old-fashioned” manners and expressions. The daughter of Norwegian immigrants, Mrs. Ellingsen also filled her granddaughter’s head with tales of giants and the ancient gods who fought them.
  
  
  Karen’s happiest times were always spent at the water’s edge: fishing, swimming and playing on the beach. She could swim before she could walk, and knew how to handle an oar almost from the moment she touched one. She won competition after competition in high school, gravitating naturally to swimming and sport rowing. As a member of the crew team, she learned to balance her natural competitiveness with the spirit of cooperation, and she and her teammates were often victors.
  
  
  Karen participated in a lot of other water sports besides crew, and one was open-water rowing. While taking part in a regatta near Port Townsend, her boat was caught in a storm that blew up out of literally nowhere and attacked by an honest-to-gods sea serpent. Karen did something stupid and heroic and found herself drifting alone as a great wave swept her friends out of sight and the undercurrents pulled her beneath the surface.
  
  
  It seemed she was about to share Jon Ellingsen's fate, when the women surrounded her -- green-eyed, dark-haired women clad in foamy dresses whose beauty turned Karen's head almost as much as her lack of oxygen. They breathed air back into her lungs with long kisses, swimming with her until the storm passed and the waters stilled, then guiding her back to the surface.
  
  
  Since then, Karen has won competition after competition, and seems poised to earn an athletic scholarship. She has only two worries: will her newly discovered family permit her to compete on a national level, or will they consider it unwise or "unfair"?
  
  
  And how will her beloved grandmother react if she finds out the two of them are not truly related at all?
  
  
  
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  LIKES -
  
  
  • Swimming
    
  • Rowing
    
  • Sailing
    
  • Judo
    
  • Competition in general
    
  • Music
    
  • Athletic young women
    
  
  
  
  DISLIKES -
  
  
  • Hot dry weather
    
  • High altitudes
    
  • Stereotypically "girly" girls
    
  • Guys who hit on her
    
  
  
  
  FEARS -
  
  
  She hates to admit it, but the incident with the sea serpent has left Karen with an extreme fear and disgust of snakes.
  
  
  
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  THEME SONG: "Heart of the Ocean". Yes, I know this is Celtic, not Norse or Greek. ( )
  
  
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[Refaulted]

Lucas Winslow

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Age: 17


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


Godly Parent: Thanatos, God of Death


Powers:


- As the son of Thanatos, Lucas can get a feeling of uneasiness and nausea when someone is close to their time of dying


- Lucas can summon an undead horse made of bones and black flames, which he calls Chestnut


- Lucas is an expert at sword combat, learning it from his cousins, and using a one-handed scythe his father gave to him when he found out he was a demigod that can transform into a flashlight


Personality:


Lucas, despite being the son of the God of Death, is a typically exaggerated teen. He isn't mellow at all, and is boisterous to no limits. He will yell during the most inappropriate of times, which can be from when his parents are talking to him, to a school assembly, to even a funeral if he had to go to one. He is extremely rude, goofing off when he needs to take something seriously. He only has a select few friends, who mainly stay with him for the reasons of his good qualities. He is remarkably kind to people who are depressed, doing his best to make friends with them so they feel better. He also is stubborn, which is good and bad. He sticks to something with ferocious determination, but also won't give it up until he sees it through.


History:


Lucas's mother, Selena, is insane with what she does. She always put herself in dangerous situations before she had her child. He would go vertical climbing on mountains that others would be scared to even think of the action; she would go skiing during an avalanche, though that was pretty rare; she would go banzaii jumping, throwing the parachute out of the plane first, and then jumping out after it. She was a scary risk taker, but she was well known for it. She set the world record for Longest to Stay in a Cage of Indian Red Scorpions. She is in a the Guinness Book of World Records, since everyone else is too frightened to take the challenge.


One day, while out climbing, she had went alone, leaving the rest of her group behind so she could get a head start. She did this sometimes when others were running late, so it wasn't new to her. What was new, though, was the rocks that broke off when she reached for a handhold. Only grabbing air, she fell back down about 20 feet, landing on her legs, and then rolling another 25 feet. She lay there, bloody and broken, close to death. Before she closed her eyes, she saw Thanatos standing there, prepared to take her to the Underworld. But seeing the man, Selena was not going to show she was weak. She knew who he was, though she didn't know why. She just did. So she stared him straight in the eyes, refusing to give up on living. Thanatos just waited impatiently, annoyed at the beginning for taking so long, but soon being amazed someone like her could hold out for so long. This impressed him, and he decided against reaping her soul. He left, resorted to a more modern and different look, and went to go find people to help her. She was escorted to a hospital, where they took care of her, and nursed her back to health. Thanatos visited her multiple times in the hospital, and then proceeded to start dating her after she was soon released.


Lucas was born a little after his mother and Thanatos split up. He was a weak baby, weighing in at 5.9 pounds, which was not a healthy weight for an infant. He had to be kept in the hospital for a couple days before he was released, just so they could make sure he would not have any issues when he went home. After three days of staying in the hospital, he was announced safe to go home, and was brought home by his mom. There, he began growing up, his health steadily inclining. He was was always impressed by birds, sitting outside with his mom when he was 5 so he could watch the birds fly around the forest in the back of his house.

Lucas had a normal childhood. He didn't have anything special happen to him, and grew up as any other normal kid. But once he was 9, his mother told him that his father had sent him a gift. She showed him a concealed, cylinder-like object that was quite large. Since it was covered in a sheet, he didn't know what it was. Once he pulled it off, he was stunned to see a jet black raven, one of his favorite birds, sitting in a metal cage on a single perch. A letter was taped to the outside of the cage, signed in a flourished handwriting. Lucas read everything that he could understand, with his mom helping him with the rest. From what the letter said, it's name was Oliver, and it was a completely domesticated bird. Lucas loved the bird, knowing that it must be something special, since ravens weren't easy to take care of, never mind raise. Since he didn't really know who his father was, he didn't know how he really felt about the gift, but he didn't want to be rude to someone who must be important to him, so he accepted the gift. As he grew up, he took up horse-riding and swordplay, learning both from his cousins and uncle.


As he got into high school, Lucas started becoming more of a rebel. He stayed out later in the night, began wearing different clothing, and spending time with the bad crowd of society. He made three friends; Janice, Nina, and Gabriel. They were inseparable, the group of them. They spent almost every waking hour they could together. He especially enjoyed spending time with Nina. He soon developed a crush for her, and after a little while, asked her out. They soon were dating, and Lucas enjoyed it. Though she was a year older than him at the time, he never really noticed since they were both so similar. She loved Oliver as well, and always joked about taking him from Lucas.


Soon, Nina received her driver's license. Wanting to go out for a drive, she pressured Lucas into going with her on her first official trip as a legal driver. Lucas was unsure about it, since he had a sick burning feeling in his stomach about the whole thing. And it just got worse after they got in the car. Nina wanted to go out to one of her sister's parties she held up at her college, and see if she could get herself some alcohol as well for her and Lucas. They were practically flying down the highway, weaving around cars, Nina having a blast of a time, while Lucas just sat there, feeling like he was going to vomit. Their favorite song came on, and Lucas began to try and unwind by singing it with her, when out of nowhere, he saw that they were going to fast, and that there was a car ahead of them going rather slow. He shouted her name, trying to tell her to stop, but it was too late. They hit the car, and everything went dark.


He later woke up in the hospital, confused at what had happened. His mother was there, her face red from crying. But now a look of awe and relief came over her face, and she began crying again, this time tears of joy. His father was there, too, which surprised him. He stood farther away, at the other end of the room. Lucas could tell that he was his dad, though he never had met him before. They were similar in some ways, he could tell. After looking at his father for some time, he then noticed that he was connected to a heart monitor and was bandaged all up his arms, legs, and forehead. He hugged his mom for about a minute, before he asked about Nina. The sickening feeling in his stomach was gone from before now, but replaced with a knot of worry for one of his loved ones. His mother stopped hugging him, instead looking between his dad and Lucas. His father was the one to speak up, saying that she had been killed instantly in the crash. Lucas just stared blankly at him, and then burst into tears, knowing a piece of him was missing now.


A year later, after Nina's funeral, his father visited him at home. It was nearing the end of Lucas's junior year, and his birthday was coming up. His father visited him at his mom's house, and said he wanted to give him a gift. He was then given a flashlight, which to Lucas, was a mediocre gift. But it was a gift nonetheless, so he accepted it. He thanked his dad, and then spent some time talking to him to catch up. Near the end of the conversation, his father told him the truth; he was actually the Greek god, Thanatos. And he was entirely blunt about it as well. He sent it as a giant curveball to Lucas. Lucas was stunned, and then began joking about it, thinking his dad was kidding. But then Thanatos made his scythe appear, showing him the weapon as proof. Now, Lucas was in awe. And stoked that his dad was a god. He began asking all different questions about his job, wanting to know everything he could about it. But he stopped, realizing that if his dad was the God of Death, then he had reaped Nina's soul. And had probably refused to reap Lucas's. When he asked his dad why, he told him that since Lucas was his son, he was allowed one freebie. But Nina's time had come. Lucas wanted to feel angry, but instead, he felt like it was justified. He was the son of a god, so he got one chance to live again, while Nina was normal, and had to leave the living. Lucas thanked his father, who then showed him the hidden function of the flashlight, how it transformed into the small scythe that could elongate the handle if he wanted to use it two-handed. Thanatos then handed him a letter, which he explained would allow him to attend Camp Half-Blood. He explained how it was a safe place for other demigods like Lucas, and he would be there during any summer he wanted to go. His mother would only think he was going to a normal camp for teens like him. So, Lucas decided that he would go, if he could learn what being a demigod was like. So, that's where we go from here...


Scent: On bad days, Lucas smells like rotten eggs that have sat out in the sun for too long of a time, approaching a point of imploding in on the shell. On good days, though, he smells like strawberries.


Likes:


- Horses


- Birds


- Sunny weather


- Going fast, but not too fast


- Black clothing


- His beanie hat


- Swimming


Dislikes:


- Harsh lights


- People as rude a him


- Classic or calming music


- Close spaces


Weapon: Lucas, as well as receiving his scythe/flashlight, also received a set of armor in case the need for it ever arises.

Spoiler

Theme Song: [media]

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Other: Lucas's (and mine) favorite color is orange. He loves oranges (as do I).

 

[G4hardcore]

• Basics
• Physical Characteristics
• Powers and Abilities
• Personality
• History
• Likes & Dislikes
• Weapons

• 
  
  
  Zeno Ukwtakun
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Straight
  
  
  Godly Parent: Zeus
  
  
  Years at Camp: 0
  
  
  Favorite Colors: Green and Blue
  
  
  Theme Song: [media]
  
  
  
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  Height: 5'11"
  
  
  Weight: 180lbs
  
  
  Hair: Long, dark brown hair kept either in a long braid or left to flow down his back.
  
  
  Speech: Zeno has a distinct native American accent, and usually talks in a slow, deliberate manner, as if speaking carefully.
  
  
  Clothes: He prefers to wear looser fitting clothes that allow him room to fight or quickly pull off to transform.
  
  
  
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  • Electricity Generation/Manipulation [prolonged or heavy use of electricity drains him]
    
  • Limited Atmokinesis [Can generate storms and heavy rain. Can also draw lightning from the clouds toward himself, max x2]
    
  • Limited Shape Shifting [Can only morph into an eagle, grey wolf, brown bear or serpent{30 seconds to morph/30 minute duration/1 hour cool down period}]
    
  • Okichitaw Expert [martial artist]
    
  
  
  
• Zeno is a surprisingly charismatic young man for one having gone through as much as he did. He always attempts to bring out the nobility and greatness in people before condemning them, unlike his people who had condemned him. He treasures nature and her creatures, and is a poet at heart. He writes freeform, and will share his poetry with others even if they don't necessarily want to hear it.
  
  
  Inside, he loathes cowardice, for he felt that as a child, he should have done more to protect his elder and guardian, Tolinka. He blames himself for not giving himself up to save the old man, and it shows whenever he perceives the cowardice of another. He sometimes becomes easily angered, and is quick to trade blows when in this state, but he won't kill a man over an argument. He protects the weak and fights for what he thinks is right, even if he's wrong.
  
  
  
  
  
  Zeno suffers from existential dread at times, feeling his pain at times has been for nothing, but he has goals in mind and will strive to see them through. He likes to make people smile, though he isn't the funniest person by any means, and has absolutely no idea of modern television, movies, music, or the like. He prefers to go without these things if at all possible, preferring the simple things in life.
  
  
  
• Zeno is a young man from the Mi'kmaq tribes in Canada. He never knew his mother, for she passed away whilst giving birth to him. He was raised by a combination of the collective efforts of the tribe, and under the watchful eyes of the wise medicine man and spiritual leader, Tolinka. He never knew his father, and was only told by Tolinka that his father was a great man. The people of the tribe had always tried to instil great values and morals into the growing orphan, feeling sorrow for his past. And, it seemed, most of it sunk in. However, he had an undeniable streak for anger and vengeance. He would get into fights with other children whenever they brought up his parents or argued with him about differences in beliefs. Zeno, it seemed, had a hard time accepting many things.
  
  
  Growing up with the traditions of his people, Zeno realized during the rain dance practicing, that whenever he would replicate the movements of his instructors, rain came. Always, without fail, and quickly. Everyone took notice of this and called the boy a blessed child, even a personification of the rain itself. One day, when Zeno was eleven, a small group of boys approached him, led by a particularly nasty older boy. The bully began to taunt and shove Zeno. One thing led to another, and eventually Zeno snapped; clouds loomed above, but the bullies did not back down from the harmless rain. Then came the lightning bolt.
  
  
  Zeno woke up some time later to find that he had killed all the boys nearby, and he was unharmed. But the parents of the boys were not happy. They demanded that the "blessed child" be excommunicated and exiled. Tolinka could only protect him so much. A few short weeks later, another set of brutal murders rocked the tribe, and all eyes looked to Zeno, the fallen idol. The people rioted like a mass of hate and came to the home of Tolinka and Zeno. They broke in the windows and set the house ablaze; the resulting fire caused the untimely death of the tribe's elder medicine man, and Zeno managed to escape out of the back door, tears of anguish upon his face.
  
  
  He escaped into the woods, though was spotted by the mob, who flocked upon his location like hungry ants. He ran fast and deep into the green Canadian wilderness, wishing with all his heart he could become anything else to escape death as himself. It was a slow process, but his body changed as he ran, his legs becoming suddenly clumsy, his mouth protruding. His bones seemed to snap and break before reforming into another configuration altogether. It felt like it should have hurt, but it was just uncomfortable. In less than a minute, his clothes were a pile on the floor behind him, and new wings caught the wind, pulling him into the sky.
  
  
  But down below, it was not over. The sounds of screaming and crying sounded off in the evening. Zeno didn't know what was happening behind him, but he didn't look back or turn around to find out. He merely relished their fate, though unbeknownst to him, his recent usage of his abilities had attracted the attention of a swarm of monsters determined to kill what they knew was undoubtedly a son of Zeus himself.
  
  
  He has since spent his time traveling/constantly escaping close encounters with monsters in the wild. At first, he flew away. After a few months of tiring of being the prey, he sought out the means to defend himself. He has since become acquainted in a specialized Canadian-Native American form of martial arts involving weapons, and will use his abilities in conjunction with his weapons whenever necessary. His battle reflexes always gave him a much needed edge, and over the years, he has become quite proficient at surviving. Over the years, a sense of contempt has grown from him towards his father, and on an unrelated note, toward "God". He credits god for creating monsters (both human and nonhuman) and blames his father, naturally, for his absence. His travels eventually take him to Long Island, though he wonders if he is here for a reason... if he was guided here by some unknown force.
  
  
  
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  • Exercising
    
  • Swimming
    
  • Hunting
    
  • Helping People
    
  • Writing
    
  • Poetry
    
  • Dancing
    
  • Fighting
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Bullying
    
  • Hot weather
    
  • Animal Cruelty
    
  • Poaching
    
  • Cowardice
    
  • His father
    
  • New Age Technology
• War hatchet, pipe tomahawk , long knife
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[Federoff]

Zanna Aswerlath

• Background
• Powers&Weapon
• Personality& History
• Likes/Dislikes/Fears
• Other
• Other

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  Name: Zanna Aswerlath
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Sexual orientation: Pansexual homoromatic
  
  
  Height/Weight: 5'8/110 Ib
  
  
  Years at camp: 1 (This will be her second year)
  
  
  Godly parent: Nemesis
  
  
  Hair color: White
  
  
  Eye color: Purple
  
  
  Favorite color: Purple
  
  
  Skin color: White
  
  
  Relationship: (P.M me if interested)
  
  
  Scent: Faint smell of chocolate and ink
  
  
  
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  Powers:
  
  
  Blindsight: The ability to interact with one's surroundings without the aid of sight (Think daredevil)
  
  
  Retribution(Punishment): The ability to punish someone for their actions supernaturally, whether it be physical (Like tripping over nothing or going through pain, etc..) or mentally (seeing things that are not there, losing hope, etc...). Note that she is not as experienced as her mother is with this and so does not have the full power of it, for example, she can't just make you fall in love with your reflection or loose a fight to the death.
  
  
  Karma Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the flow of Karma, or the phenomenon of actions begetting the consequences in tandem with the nature of those actions. The user can control the flow of justified punishment or blessings which happen to others and themselves (although she does not usually do this to herself)
  
  
  Scales of Fate: The ability to grow stronger in the presence of evil, injustice, or hubris; its a very simple power she has, but it can help her in the long run. She does not have much practice with this ability.
  
  
  Weapon:
  
  
  ????? ??? ????? ????????: Sword of divine Punishment
  
  
  Forged in the fires of Hephaestus with Celestial bronze , honed on the battle field of punishment; her mother's first blade was handed down to Zanna when she first entered the camp. The sword in total stands at 5 feet, the hilt itself being a foot; and at will, it can transform itself into a small heart necklace.
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  
  Zanna at her core is a strong independent girl who likes to think for herself and act based on her analyzation of the given situation. She has a strong sense of justice, just like her mother, and cannot stand to see any type of wrongful deed, expectantly hubris; thus Zanna will quickly dive in and intervene in the situation, either through her powers, physically going to the aid of others, or preventing someone from doing something. Due to this, she is hard to persuade by most skills; although she is not immune to persuasion powers, she just has a high resistance to them. She acts very mature on many subjects, school, training, fighting, justice; etc, and has been known to help a few people out when they needed it most. Zanna is sort of like someone you can come to when you need advice on sensitive topics, or when you just need a shoulder to cry on; once a friend, she makes sure you are ok. Zanna is very proud of her heritage, and somewhat saddened that history has all but forgotten her mother, and so is dedicated to writing a book about her someday.
  
  
  The girl, despite being mature in moral dilemmas, is still just a teenager and will act rashly from time to time... to time to time; whether it being charging head first into a fight to protect friends in danger or scolding at someone when they had done something wrong. She loves to laugh, have a great time, and really; just be around her friends whenever she possibly can, for she feels incomplete and lonely without them. Though, with that said, due to a past experience she has become afraid of falling in love due to fearing of not being accepted back, and so tries to quickly change the topic when someone tries to bring it up with her.
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Rare Child of Nemesis, Greek goddess of Divine Retribution; Zanna has had a roller coaster of a life, ranging from great times to pretty shitty and horrible times; but then again, isn't that all our lives in a nutshell? Like most of the other gods, she had to hide her special abilities and heritage from the world, cursed forever to live among people who would fear her and not understand her; but unlike some of the demi's, she knew of her heritage, and was proud of it. For about 8 years of her life, she lived near the coast with her father; and led a pretty normal life, despite for having some hate n her for "tattling"
  
  
  One day, Zanna, her father, and a few of her friends were at the beach enjoying a nice picnic outing in June. For the most part, they had the beach to themselves, with a few people passing every now and again; when a few pelicans flew by. Naturally, like any child, her and her friends were enchanted by the pelicans and started to toss extra bread at them to feed them. The pelicans got a little greedy a few minutes later and attacked them out of the blue, and forced them to quickly leave for the car. Too this day, Zanna still hates pelicans...
  
  
  At age 12, her father revealed the truth about her after her birthday party, at first she freaked out and didn't believe him, just like anyone would react when being told they were part god. But Zanna slowly accepted this as fact after considering the differences between her and "normal" people, and how sometimes when she really hated someone for doing something, something bad would happen.
  
  
  After this, she began to investigate more about her mother and really more about herself, quickly learning a lot about the myths of Nemesis, and other Greek gods; slowly building up a book on her mother. Everything seemed to be going her way, but at age 14; that's when everything changed. She fell in love hard with a junior girl, Sophia, and they dated for a bit. But too her dismay and horror, she found out it was all a trick and she was never loved back, crushing her.
  
  
  She quickly pulled out of the school and begged her dad to move them somewhere far far away from Maine, and so he did; putting at least a thousand miles distance from that place. For a while she became secluded from the world, going into a shell if you were; and didn't try and make friends or do anything. Her grades slowly dropped and she could not focus on school, or anything else really.
  
  
  After a whole year of this, she finally was visited by her mother, lifting her spirits a bit as this was the first time she actually saw her mom, and was able to speak to her. For a while, Nemesis helped Zanna reclaim her life through meditation and good old fashion motherly love, both the nice kind and the tough kind. After a solid few months of this, as this was the time slot allotted to her, she had to leave but Zanna was back to the strong hearted individual she once was, and better then ever.
  
  
  She continued back on the path of renewal, until her mother visited her for her 16th birthday, telling her that she should go to Camp half-blood, and of course; she accepted. Zanna was guided to here and has been here for a full year now, she really loving it here. During her first year, she was given a quest to retrieve the shield of Athena from the vengeful Arachne, brood mother of spider, it was tough for her and the people she was assigned with, but they were able to defeat the monster and reclaim her shield, returning home triumph and with better understanding of her powers.
  
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  
  • Justice
    
  • Fairness
    
  • Reading
    
  • Music (Is inspired by it)
    
  • Anything seafood related
    
  • Chocolate
    
  • Nature in general
    
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  • Hubris
    
  • Injustice/Foul play
    
  • Kiwi's
    
  • Potatoes
    
  • Politicians (Who doesn't?)
    
  • Pelicans...She really really hates pelicans...
    
  
  
  Fears:
  
  
  Philophobia: The fear of falling in love and getting hurt, or not being accepted
  
  
  
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  Other important information about her:
  
  
  • Zanna is blind (Hence the 1st power)
    
  • She plays the acoustic guitar
    
  • She wears sunglasses to hide her eyes.
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  • She suffers from Alexandria's Genesis
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  • She doesn't like it when people (friends or strangers) touch or pet her hair, as it resembles closeness to her
    
  • Really... don't bring up the pelicans with her...
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Of arrogance and pride, the Greeks have but one word: hubris. It is a crime against Gods and Men, but a crime many commit with impunity. Even mighty Zeus is guilty. But when punishment is due, there is one from whom even the God of Thunder shrinks. She is Nemesis, the red-washed blade of Divine Retribution.
  
  
  Nemesis is the goddess of divine retribution and revenge, who would show her wrath to any human being that would commit hubris, i.e. arrogance before the gods. She was considered a remorseless goddess.
  
  
  Although not much is known about her parents, there is much speculation and when i have asked her; she did not reply.
  
  
  Recall the tale of Narcissus, so taken by his own beauty. Proudly, his visage was flaunted, to the detriment of all. Until, at last, he was led to a pond of crystal hue where his own reflection enraptured him. So long did he remain to gaze upon this self-image that hunger claimed his life. Thus does Nemesis respond to hubris. It is consequence equal to the crime.
  
  
  Another tail being of Aura; she bragged that her body was more maidenly than that of Artemis. Humiliated, Artemis consulted Nemesis, who noted that the best way to punish Aura would be to destroy her virginity. Nemesis asked Eros, god of love, to infect Poseidon, the sea god, with lust. Poseidon created an enchanted water spring along Aura's path. When Aura drank, she fell asleep, and Poseidon raped her in a cruel mockery of marriage. Aura went mad upon waking, killing countless villagers and devouring one of her twin sons.
  
  
  Theme Song: The Legend of Zelda: Links Awakening- Mabe Village (Orchestral version)
  
  
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I don't know if you noticed this, but I love the color purple

 

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{FC: Dianna Agron from Glee}



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Arabella Flora Eriza





Age: 18 years old


Gender: Female


Sexual Orientation: Questioning


Godly Parent: Aphrodite


Eye Color: Hazel


Hair Color: Dirty blonde that almost appears as a brown hue


Height: 5’8”


Weight: 122 lbs.


Skin Color: Fair


Scent: Usually roses but can change depending on who looks at her and falls under her charm


Favorite Color: Hot Pink


Years at camp: 6 years




Powers:

• Charmspeak - She has developed this ability over the years; Arabella has always had this gift but she never used it on others her age she would unknowingly use it upon adults to help her when needed.
  
• Amokinesis - This being her weakest of all abilities she can hold some influence of controlling the emotions of love and desire, but it does not always have to be love for her; she can create a relationship between two individuals if she really tried.
  
• Beauty - Not so much as a power per say but it can be used to her advantage. If she wanted to capture the attention of an individual she can enhance their image of her, she physically does not change but rather the image the person perceives. Sometimes unwillingly whenever she is even in a basic conversation her beauty may enhance over time to the audience.
  
• Ability to speak French fluently - At a young age she was already able to speak French, the language of love
  

Weapon:


ξεχαστεί εκδίκηση


Forgotten Revenge


It is a Celestial Bronze Greek Javelin Spear that can pull apart into two separate pieces and reconnect as one. When it is not in use they change the two separate pieces change into hairpins. She actually received the pieces of the weapon at different times. Arabella didn’t receive the top half of the spear until she successfully completed her first mission while working in a team. The bottom half of the spear was given once she learned how to accept her feelings during a mission when she admitted a mistake to the team that they had to fix.

Likes:

• All animals except crawly ones
  
• Sitting by the shore of a lake and/or ocean
  
• Dares
  
• SMOOTHIES (LOVES SMOOTHIES)
  
• Whip Cream
  
• Gardening
  
• Singing
  
• Cherries
  
• Strawberries
  
• Most things that are red
  
• Fire
  
• Compliments
  
• Conversations
  
• Stories
  
• Adventure
  
• Taking walks
  
• Magic
  

Dislikes:

• Being alone
  
• Dark
  
• Hugging
  
• Insults
  
• Bullying
  
• Violence
  
• Unsympathetic people
  
• Normal disgusting things (feces, boogers, puke, etc.)
  
• Abuse
  
• Cheating
  
• Lies
  
• Not being to help
  
• Being useless
  
• Being a burden
  
• Abandonment
  

Fears:

• Claustrophobia - Fear of tight spaces
  
• Haphephobia - Fear of being touched
  
• Nyctophobia - Fear of the dark
  

Personality:


From the beginning, Arabella has always been attractive, both in atmosphere and appearance. Always people were drawn to her presence whether it was negative or positive. She didn’t always desired this attention because sometimes it meant trouble. Other times she would use it to her advantage and try to gain what she desired. Arabella is still not used to the consideration and concern people have for her due to her past which causes her to build up a shell around her, this shell being the typical image of a _(female dog)_. Sometimes Arabella hates acting this way but her mind acts on its own accord reacting to outside stimuli to protect itself. The shell of Arabella goes back to the stereotypical image of one might say...a cheerleader--cocky, bratty, whiny, desperate, popular, dumb, rude, heartless, etc.--with a softer edge though. She tries to restrain herself from ever acting so boldly and rudely because the last thing she wants is enemies. All Arabella desires now is to live and understand. All her life she was kept away in the darkness of friendships and people, now she wants to join the light of family and caring. It will take some more time for her to adjust to express her true feelings to people. Her trust has grown slowly over the years at camp but not enough to start an actual relationship with anyone. She enjoys the company of people if they are calm around her, obnoxious, talkative, or loud people frighten her fragile self that she tends to snap at those type of people. Arabella doesn’t talk much but rather observes all the things around her. She does this to not attract attention and to just enjoy life now. She can be described as calm, graceful, elegant, and beautiful. First impressions of her though are often negative for the face she holds towards strangers and most people is one of arrogance and haughtiness. Arabella holds her head high to reassure inside that everything is alright since every night she always has nightmares of her past. Everyday she tries to erase some part of her past whether it be her acting with self-assurance or doing something she could never have done before.


Arabella does not see herself as pretty, in fact she feels ugly on the inside because of how she grew up. She feels disgusted at how weak and pathetic she was when she was younger which causes her to doubt herself in almost everything she does reason she desires to express herself feeling confident about everything. Some people may consider her a fraud for hiding her true self but who would like her true self? Arabella fears of being alone in the darkness again and she wants friends. To hide her desperation she covers it by being sarcastic, selfish, and a smart-aleck. She doesn’t realize that this might not be the best way to show her confidence but she feels that those who would really understand her would tolerate her outer shell before they can really her true self. On the inside she is caring, loving, passionate, protective, basically containing the qualities of a mother per say. Arabella has much love to give but she is afraid that if she gives that love either they won’t return it or that they will leave her. Although Arabella desires companionship she retracts and cringes from any actions of touching as in hugging, kissing, holding hands, even if someone grabbed her arm or wrist. From her past of abuse she feels that anyone who is trying to touch is, is attempting to hurt her. She does not fear animals or other things touching her, just humans.


Other than her turtle side she is very intelligent and actually cares about what is happening around her. Arabella loves getting involved with things and not just for the attention but to live and learn. She is more of a follower rather than a leader in a team. She could try to be a leader but she hates letting others down and failing, all of her life she hasn’t been able to do anything but now she can and she wants to do everything right to prove to others she is capable of the world. During fights she stands in the rear end, hesitant in fighting. She is not weak but she hates violence since she has lived in it all of her childhood. But she knows that her reason to fight is to live. Arabella becomes quite the fighter when she she fights. Because of her observant trait she has an aptitude to learn different fighting styles quickly. Slowly she has begun to learn the methods of strategizing and planning, but she never shares her ideas to anyone in fear of being ridiculed. Arabella would sometimes may some snarky remarks on some people’s ideas in hopes that they might hear some hint of her idea that could improve the plan. Otherwise she stays in the background. Sometimes Arabella acts as the voice of the team whenever it becomes too serious or gloomy in a mission, she’s the one who would perhaps complain or make some funny remarks on something to distract the others.


The reality of this world has just begun to open up to Arabella. As she transitions into adulthood her beliefs and values are slowly changing, you could say she is still trying to find herself. At the moment she stands as a snarky girl who hides under her shell in hopes of one day actually being strong enough to show her true self. Nothing is permanent about Arabella she can adapt to what occurs to her or can be persuaded by what is around her.




History:


“Ugly...fat...stupid...troll...nerd...dork…”


These were words that Arabella grew up with. Never was she graced with optimistic, delightful words that would bolster a child’s self-esteem. She was hated upon by her older half-siblings that she always believed their words, and to make matters worse she rarely looked into a mirror or photo, barely remembering even the outline of her face. The few times she ever looked at reflection of herself she was always with someone else so the person that would always look back at her, she believed to be someone else.


Arabella grew up without a physical identity. She grew up in a low-income home with her other five half-siblings, two females and three males. Her older half-sisters emotionally abuse her always breaking her spirit when Arabella shows even a hint of hope and happiness. They knew she was pretty and sweet, someone who would be popular and more loved if they allowed her to grow. In school, whenever Arabella could attend, they would spread awful rumors about Arabella like how she doesn’t clean herself or how she rummages through the neighbor’s trash cans to search for food. Kids would believe these rumors because of how Arabella presented herself in school, but she couldn’t help it. At home they gave her only the bare minimum for her to stay alive and every time she tries to clean herself, her awful half-sisters would throw dirt or some kind of coating on Arabella to keep her filthy. Because of all the bullying she received in school, Arabella rarely attended. No peers ever tried to talk to her or help her out. The only assistance she ever received were from adults. All the days she attended school the staff would always send her to the library rather than classes because of all the bullying and abuse she received. Since she lived in such a small community all the adults were aware of Arabella’s situation, some adults have tried punishing the half-sisters for their actions but they continuously ignored them. Arabella felt at home in the school library.


The librarian was the mother figure of her life. Arabella’s father was most of the time out of the house trying to work any job to earn money. She would have private tutoring sessions with the woman. From those sessions they found out that she had dyslexia, but could read Greek fluently and speak French fluently. Those moments at the library were her happiest, she would actually crack a smile here and laugh at a joke there. The woman was also very beautiful, the most beautiful woman Arabella ever met. Although she may have had specks of happiness most of her childhood consisted of darkness. But Arabella sometimes was curious about the librarian since few of their meetings held a different atmosphere compared to others. It seemed as if the librarian was two different people but in one person. Some of the facility would tell her that the librarian was out but when Arabella walked into the library she was there. This confused her at times but she dismissed the question.


Her half-sisters may have been bad but then came her half-brothers who physically abused her. They too were jealous of her looks and wanted to distort that image by physically changing it. Whenever they were enraged about something they would take out the heat onto Arabella. She tried to fight back the first few times but she ended unconscious and close to dying because of the difference in strength. The times her father actually came home they acted perfectly normal with her which angered her and as a little girl she didn’t understand their sudden changes so she would accuse them of all these actions they really did to her but her father would not believe her. Although he may not have believed her he loved her the most out of all the children, another reason Arabella is hated upon by her siblings. He wouldn’t express his favoritism for Arabella outright but with little hints here and there the siblings figured it out. Arabella loved her father but sometimes she couldn’t stand the abuse she was given and would attempt to run away. But somehow the image of her saviour librarian popped into her mind and she could hear her say, “Not yet.” Arabella would grit her teeth and sigh, resigning to the idea of running away. Arabella could have stood up against her half-siblings at some instances but most of the time with their age difference and growth difference, she was at a huge disadvantage and the one thing she feared more than her half-siblings is death. She grew up rather unhealthy because of the lack of nutrition and vitamins to help her body grow proficiently. Most of the time she was weak and fragile when she tried to do any type of physical activity. Her father thought she was always trying to lose weight by not eating, of course not believing her stories of her siblings mistreating her, he would feed her plenty whenever he was around.


You may think Arabella may have grown into an anti-social, skiddish misfit who can never talk to anyone because they lack the social skills but in fact she was rather a delight to all the adults of the community. She may not have had friends around her age but she always had other people looking out for her. Whenever Arabella was walking home alone and a neighbor was out in their yard they would give her some food because they knew she was not eating enough. This happened from when she was six to when she was ten. She began to gain some weight into her body and she began to fear less of her siblings. Arabella thought about moving into a neighbor’s house sometimes but she knew if she did her siblings would beat her dead if they found her plus she didn’t want to leave her father and sadden him. Finally when her siblings caught word of what the neighbors were doing for Arabella they exploded. They punched her, kicked her, pulled her hair, burned her, etc. She screamed and screamed for help. At first it seemed as if no one was coming to help her from the clutches of death when the librarian came smashing through the doors to save her. The siblings at this time were around their teenage years so they weren’t afraid of the lady, they attempted to harm her too instead receiving a butt-whooping. All Arabella could remember was a faint light surrounding the librarian as she punished the children and moved Arabella to safety. The next day she found herself at the entrance of Camp Half-Blood with her saviour librarian next to her, but she hold a new light around her. The librarian finally revealed her identity and that she was Aphrodite. Arabella was slightly confused as she thought back to the sessions they had at the library. Aphrodite explained that the librarian was in fact a real woman that did help Arabella most of the time but a few times Aphrodite visited her disguised as the known librarian.


Arabella couldn’t believe what she heard but when Aphrodite finally took her to a close body of water she finally fully saw herself for the first time in 12 years. Tears of disbelief and happiness rolled down her face as she memorized every detail and contour of her image finally feeling alive and having a purpose in life. Arabella asked her why she never truly revealed herself to her and that isn’t it unnatural for the godly parent to visit the child as often as she saw her. Aphrodite answered to her that she may have changed her mind about how she should have grown up and regret how she lived plus it was too soon for her to attend Camp Half-Blood. She also told Arabella that she felt pity for her father and how he has lived up until now and that out of all her children currently, Arabella held a more down-to-earth heart and brilliant mind. After this Arabella felt such joy but then she began thinking back to her neighbors and all the things she did, did her neighbors help her out because of goodwill or was she able to convince them under charmspeak? Arabella began doubting some of her collected memories and began distorting the details as she tried to remember exactly what happened. There she realized what Aphrodite meant. Arabella decided to leave her past as it is and start looking towards the future. Although she may have entered Camp Half-Blood whole, Arabella remains in pieces mentally and emotionally.




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[Pariah Stark]

Crazy Nate

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Full Name || Nathaniel Allen McNeal


Nickname(s) || Crazy Nate, Nate


Age || 14


Gender || Male


Sexual Orientation || Heterosexual


Godly Pareny || Apollo, legacy of Dionysus


Weapon || Bow


Years at Camp || First


Scent || Slightly stale strawberry wine


Theme Song || One Step Closer by Linkin Park

• Personal Information
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  Personality
  
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  Nate is irrational, impulsive and often just plain frustrated. While he would love to claim to be a nice guy, fact is, he often is selfish and self-indulgent. While he excelled in literary classes in his youth, classes such as science and mathematics would bore him, often resulting in him acting out in class or falling asleep. To say Nate was a problem child would only be the beginning. Ultimately put in special education classes for his disruptive behavior and inability to read prose that was not artistic or recreational without confusing words and letters, he eventually went down a troubled path. He began drinking and smoking at a young age, just ten, with some of the kids from his lower-level classes that brought it to school and were overlooked due to their nature.
  
  
  This wasn't to say Nate went without highlights. Nate was an incredibly capable writer, specifically in poetry, but did in fact extend to some prose. He often won awards for his writings, and had many of his poems published. As he grew up, these accomplishments became the fuel for a lot of mockery. Kids were cruel, and the kids he hung out with found his talents girly and stupid, leading him to repressing them. Nate went further and further down the line of delinquency, not excluding things such as vandalism and property destruction. This was all just around the age of twelve, and his single mother had incredible difficulties dealing with it. His mother, at a time, was a beautiful youth that loved the arts and expression, but also loved the bottle. When it came to laying the law down for Nate, it was essentially impossible.
  
  
  Around the age of twelve, Nate began having his first convulsions and seizures. Doctors thought it was an epileptic disorder, prescribing him medications for not only ADHD, but seizures and even more medications to calm him down, such as Valium. Nate slowly felt like he was going insane on the various medications, the prophetic visions he didn't understand and the new abilities coming into place. He couldn't lie anymore and he knew when his mother was lying to him. He knew when everyone was lying to him. He couldn't explain it; he just did. It didn't make sense, and his entire world slowly began falling apart. By age fourteen, Nate was taken from the custody of his mother and institutionalized after a breakdown in the middle of class, ranting about all sorts of things like Gods and monsters. Nate earned his nickname, Crazy Nate, by basically being just that: crazy. He couldn't help it, and without proper training and learning about his ancestry, he would have remained such forever.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  Likes
  
  
  - Poetry
  
  
  - Drinking
  
  
  - Being the center of attention
  
  
  - Sweet fruits
  
  
  - The rare moments of silence
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  - Medication
  
  
  - Authority
  
  
  - Small spaces
  
  
  - The dark
  
  
  - Being called 'crazy', unless it's his nickname

  
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  While Nate is the son of Apollo, he is also a legacy of Dionysus. His abilities are a reflection of that for the most part, and in fact many of his abilities have dynamic relationships due to this. Before explaining his abilities, an important note is the 'madness' Nate is afflicted by. Alongside ADHD and Dyslexia, common traits among demigods, Nate is conflicted by the inspirations of Apollo and the urges of Dionysus. Focus is incredibly difficult for him as he often is overwhelmed not only with creative musings, but for the desire to... well, party. This madness of sorts makes him impulsive and is only made even worse in conjunction with the fact he cannot lie. At times, it is so difficult for Nate to control this maddening state that he is thrown into fits and convulsions, at first thought to be an epileptic disorder by current day physicians.
  
  
  Beyond his madness, a trait shared by both bloodlines he originates from, his first and foremost ability is that of foresight. Nate can see into the future as an oracle using the prophetic abilities bestowed upon him as a son of Apollo. While this ability is incredible and rare, it is slightly diminished by the aforementioned madness and the fact Nate cannot lie. If Nate is asked a question about his visions, it is impossible for him to tell anything but the truth. While his prophecies have a perfect accuracy, they are far less reliable than others and often require more interpretation. They are also a larger liability due to the fact they often send Nate into convulsions as his body cannot immediately handle them yet.
  
  
  Nate is also a capable warrior, most notably with a bow. As a son of Apollo, he is a natural at anything that nvolves aiming, including basketball. As a matter of fact, Nate is an incredible archer and the only time he is capable of true focus and silencing his madness is through archery. When he picks up a bow and aims to take a shot, the entire world becomes silent and only the beat of his heart and the movement of his target exist. Because of this intense focus on archery, he skill already equals that of most other demigods. His madness, prophecies and archery constitute his main traits, but do not encompass all of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  - ADHD || Nate, like most demigods, suffers from ADHD and is incredibly impulsive. This is often a trait in tandem with his madness.
  
  
  - Archery || Nate is a talented archer whose skill is already on par with most demigods and with training can easily rival that of Artemis' maiden archers. Additionally, Nate is only at peace from his madness when using a bow. When firing a shot, even if only for a millisecond, all that exists for Nate is himself and his target. He can predict where his target will be and hit them from regardless of how far away they are.
  
  
  - Dyslexia || Nate, like most demigods, has a brain that is hardwired to read ancient Greek. Growing up, this was believed to be Dyslexia.
  
  
  - Foresight || Nate can see into the future by receiving visions. These visions tax his mind greatly and due to his madness almost always send him into a seizure. These visions can also be distorted by his madness, although never technically making them untrue. Often, his visions are incomplete or muddled. This is likely due to lack of training with them and fighting them his whole life. Additionally, he has taken medication for them his entire life, which has kept him from realizing their true potential.
  
  
  - Madness || While Apollo and Dionysus both controlled Madness, Nate seems to suffer from it. He is constantly inspired by creative capabilities due to his bloodline of Apollo, but at the same time, he has an urge to party, flirt and drink - and, unlike Dionysus, he is not immune to alcohol. This madness bridges into a psychological disorder and is slightly greater than the conflicting voices of other demigods from dual-lines. At its worst, this madness has sent a younger Nate into seizures before medication was introduced. This madness grows worse as Nate becomes stressed and hits its peak when he is receiving a vision of the future when he almost certainly seizes out.
  
  
  - Photokinesis || While Nate cannot directly manipulate light, he can use two abilities only in the presence of sunlight:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  - Vitakinesis
  
  || Nate can accelerate the healing of wounds from days to mere minutes, but there does still exist an amount of time needed. Nate also cannot heal fatal wounds as some others with this ability can. Nate also cannot reconstitute broken body parts, such as bones or removed limbs.
  
  
  
  
  
  - Chlorokinesis
  
  || Nate can grow, control and summon vines, specifically grape or strawberry vines. These vines are significantly stronger than regular plant life, and their fruit are delicious.
  
  
  - Party-Sense || Nate can sense anywhere local parties are being held 'cause why the Hell not. 100 mile radius, parties must include 10+ people for the ability to work.
  
  
  - Poetry || While Nate lacks the musical talent that most other children of Apollo have, he can write beautiful pieces of poetry and recite them from memory.
  
  
  - Truth || A double-edged sword, Nate cannot technically lie, but he will always know when he is being lied to. This is another trait that afflicts him where his divine parents had control over it. This ability is tricky as it does not consider withholding information or slightly distorting information as a lie until it is false, making the ability both able to be worked around as well as slightly unreliable.
  
  
  *- Maddened Mind State || Unknown to Nate, he can give in to the madness and enter a mind state unlike his own. Much like his Foresight, which he has not mastered due to a lifetime of resisting it, he cannot even begin to tap into this ability. This mind state is not entirely unlike the difference between Greek and Roman gods, however, it is merely an example of the different manifestations of power within a demigod. Notably, this mind state heavily favors Apollo and combat. When Nate embraces the madness inside him, he loses several of his abilities and gains others in their place:
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
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  - Battle Prowess || While Nate has the innate battle prowess of most demigods, when he embraces his madness, he reaches into himself to find the primal surge of battle capability of Apollo. Nate becomes stronger, faster, harder to hold down and or pin. He moves like fluid and strikes even harder, now becoming far more capable with a sword. Apollo himself was once known as Apollo of the Golden Sword, and in this state, Nate pays homage to that moniker.
  
  
  - Solar Flight || Nate gains the simple, yet useful ability of effortless flight. While effortless, it is not entirely equal to regular Flight. Nate can move in any direction and in slightly curved lines, but he cannot make perfect turns change direction completely without stopping. While he is very fast, his speed is in short bursts. Each time Nate moves in air, a trail of bright, yellow flame follows him. This flame follows him in bright, yellow streaks like the sun and only vanishes when he hovers or lands. This ability can generate light at night and grants a significantly faster aerial speed in sunlight.
  
  
  - Wine Prophet's Plague || This ability is highly specific in having two particular uses. First and foremost, Nate can only apply a single plague with it: he can make those around him feel hungover, including the most severe of symptoms for it. This will affect those that have never consumed alcohol and those that have done so heavily in their lifetimes equally; tolerance to alcohol is irrelevant, tolerance to the symptoms is the only factor for this ability. The "plague" created is not technically a disease as it is of divine origin, however, its effects span from the common symptoms of a hangover (headache, fatigue, nausea) to more complex ones such as vasodialation, feelings of anxiety and even excess sweating. The second use of the ability comes in the form of his weaponry. Anyone cut by his sword or arrowhead, in even the slimmest cut, is immediately 'cured' of their hangover. In its stead is an advanced form of Alcohol Withdrawal Delirium. This state brings forth a disturbing state of mind including sensitivity to light, sound, and touch coupled with anxiety and hallucinations. This state can quickly leave an individual delusional, in a state of stress-induced stomach and chest pains in which anxiety turns into fear and hallucinations turn into living nightmares. While the effects of this ability affect individuals in vastly different ways, ranging from annoying hallucinations to a sensory overload resulting in a mental breakdown, very few living beings are immune to it.
  
  
  
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  When Nate was born, it was one of the most wonderful days of his young mother's life. She had just seemingly settled down from a vagabond lifestyle, living from place to place and enjoying art from all sorts of people. She had piercings, tattoos, but her olive skin and dark hair made her an exotic-looking beauty with a fantastic taste for art. She loved to sing, she loved to write, and she went from place to place experiencing life and sharing art as if it wasn't the twenty-first century. She gave up that lifestyle for a man, a man that had captivated her and that she had captivated herself. She was an example of a pure love for the arts without any anchors in the world, and that drew Apollo in.
  
  
  Unfortunately, he couldn't stay forever. No god could, really. His mother went through various breakdowns, multiple boyfriends, hit the bottle hard and eventually took up a job as a factory worker. She hated it. She hated every single moment of her life, but she loved her son and she loved him for being part of the man she once fell for. Nate and his story is also her story. The story of a single mother raising a problem child with no solution in sight. She was not above assistance from churches, food drives, donations, and whatever else she could muster up, and she tried man after man to fill the void in her life, but never could.
  
  
  Meanwhile, Nate grew up never really knowing what a father was and more over not having any form of discipline. Nate was a problem child from the very start. While it was minor at first, attention issues and acting out in class, it quickly elevated too far more and far worse. By the time he was in middle school, he was a well-known class clown and delinquent. If his mother had to pay for half the property he destroyed and never got caught doing so, she would have been out of house and home and they would have both been out on the streets. Nate couldn't pay attention in school and the only highlights he ever had involved his writing, but that was even diminished as he couldn't stand reading straight text. He could hardly concentrate in math, algebra was all but impossible and most sciences aside from biology and the brief discussions of botany bored him. Nate may have excelled in sports had he been allowed to try out, but his disciplinary record prevent that.
  
  
  Nate was setup for failure, and when he started having seizures from his oncoming abilities, the first thing everyone else thought was that the kid got a hold of some drugs. Even his peers called him Crazy Nate, which he didn't seem to mind. Calling him crazy directly, however, set him over the edge. He hated it. He hated feeling like he did. He hated being out of control and not being able to stop. He hated the inability to say no. When he couldn't even lie about going out and getting drunk anymore, his entire life began to fall apart. He spent two years on medication before being taken from his mother and put into and institute for children just like him. They believed he had bipolar mania, schizophrenia and hallucinations, no combination of medication truly worked on him. All they did was repress his slowly maturing abilities. Nate had seen horrific things, he had seen the future. He knew the white walls of his room months before he was placed there. He knew the face his his case worker weeks before he knew her name. He knew his fate before it happened, and there was nothing he could do about it.
  
  
  Nate lost all control, and the world around him just tried to medicate and sedate him until he found some semblance of it. Nate had given up hope of a normal life until he was broken out of the institute he was held into and told that he wasn't meant to have a normal life. It didn't make sense yet, but it would. Nate was never destined to be part of the normal world, not like society would have had it.
  
  
  

 

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• Basics
• Powers & Weapons
• Personality & History
• Likes & Dislikes

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  Name: Avalon Quinn
  
  Nickname: Av, Ava, Q
  
  Age: 18
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
  
  Godly Parent: Hecate
  
  Height: 5’7”
  
  Hair/Eye/Skin Color: short dark black brown hair/green eyes/ pale skin
  
  Scent: sweet honey with a tang of cinnamon
  
  Fav. Colors: Black & Purple
  
  Years at Camp: 3
  
  Other: pet dog named Luna
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Powers:
  
  -cold manipulation, creating fire, and shields are incantations spoken in Greek
  
  -mist control: creating illusions and fake memories, can disguise people as well as monsters, hide locations, summon misinforms and items
  
  -necromancy: minor control over spirits and the dead
  
  Weapon: double edged thin straight sword, staff
  
  
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  Personality:
  
  Avalon is a pretty laid back and relaxed as much as she is outgoing. She is somewhat of a loner despite her outgoingness, often alone in her cabin doing whatever. When Avalon does get out and about with people she can get along with an enjoy, she automatically changes into a more outgoing person. She’ll happily join in conversations and can be quite the chatterbox and will partake in pretty much anything. Cracking jokes, playing pranks, just chatting and hanging out, camp activities, you name it.
  
  She’s thoughtful and gets along with people easier then she realizes. Rarely is she seen with out her pet dog Luna, the two of them sticking to each other like super glue. No one knows where the heck she came from, not even Av herself, just that when Av showed up, a young puppy was right there with her. Having been through a rough childhood, not much phases her, whatever she sees and hears, Avalon just soaks it all right up and goes from there. Unless it greatly affects things negatively, Av just goes with it all, accepting any and all changes that go on around her with ease. She dislikes negativity of any kind, whether it’s monsters messing with peaceful lives or a friend being sad, she will reach out and help the best she can.
  
  Unlike her Mother, solitude isn’t something she basks in. She doesn’t mind being alone for periods of time but she doesn’t enjoy it if it’s long and extensive. Part of it is mainly because of how she was treated when she was younger. The other part is her going through set backs of not trusting things right off the bat which she doesn’t particularly enjoy. Coming off a bit cold here and there is just a habit to keep people away from her when she gets uncomfortable with things.
  
  Having a fairly easy going personality, Ava isn’t really someone to get majorly angry or react without thought. When she does get seriously pissed off or mad, you don’t want to be the one on her bad side. Av is very protective of those she cares about and isn't afraid to beat anyone up no matter who you are, if you hurt her friends or family, watch out. She will stick up for things she believes in and does speak her mind when it comes to making certain decisions. She’ll become very vocal, speaking her mind without a care. She’s very smart and has a wide range of knowledge for all sorts of random things. Whether the knowledge is actually useful or not is often another story. Ava can be reckless, impulsive as well as stubborn, not knowing when to give up which can be both good and bad things depending on how you see it.
  
  She trains all the time, honing her skills as close to perfection as she can. Having a wide variety of magic at her beck and call, she does her best to learn a bit about each individual skill so at the vary least she can do something with it. For the most part, she just uses things related to the elements. Sometimes if she can’t find information she wants in books, she’ll pray to her Mother for help and most often will get an answer right away.
  
  History:
  
  Being a child of a minor god, Avalon probably could’ve easily gone her whole life without being targeted. Maybe. Her Father was a well off man who was often to busy for his only child. He never spoke of her Mother, only mentioning her once or twice when Av asked him to tell her stories about her Mom when she was younger. ADHD and dyslexia were discovered right away when she’d act out in her classes. More then once did she get sent calls home and lectured. In all fairness, her Father tried to help his daughter with these issues, getting tutors and medication for these problems but neither proved to work. He stressed over this for a long, trying to get it through to Avalon that she had to get her act together because one day, she’d be running this business. But it never really sunk in, Ava often being to distracted to pay attention long enough.
  
  Giving up, he just threw himself into his work, neglecting his daughter even more. When her powers started to emerge, she had no idea what was going on. As soon as she told him about these abilities, Av’s Father insanely drilled the idea that magic was bad and shouldn’t ever be used. Except, what 9 year old kid can control something they have no idea how to control? She did her best to keep it under control and for the most part it was easily contained but she was often bored so she’d cause trouble. Obviously this just pissed her Father off but she was growing to not care.
  
  School became a place of freedom for Av. There she pretended her abilities was just some magic trick she’d learned and would show off to there classmates whenever there was free time allowing her to practice these skills. When one trick went wrong and half the school became covered in ice and mist, her Father instantly picked up their bags and moved away, harshly scolding her in the process. From then on, she practiced in secret.
  
  When she was 14, monsters found her, or rather, she discovered monsters. Because of her Mother’s abilities involving the Mist that could kept mortals from seeing their world, she naturally inherited that. Hanging out in her backyard one day, she started messing around with it, trying to figure out what it was. At that moment, she pulled it away, exposing monsters who then picked up her scent (why they didn’t pick it up before all this Av has no idea) and came after her. Terrified and completely bewildered at the sudden apparent of these strange creatures, she freaked out and long story short: magic was involved.
  
  At this point, her Father was incredibly angry. He couldn’t have his daughter causing problems when she was supposed to be getting ready to take over the business some day. That and it ruined his public image. With that, he sent her off to find her Mother and Camp Halfblood. Knowing nothing about either, she just left, secretly quite pleased she could get away from the man whom she’d grown to despise. For the next year and a half, she wandered all over the place, relying solely on herself until she reached her destination. Upon entering the Camp, Hecate immediately claimed her daughter and the next chance she had, appeared before the girl in the middle of the night to talk. After that, Hecate likes to periodically likes to check up on Avalon seeing she’s the only child of Hecate’s so far to have shown up alive and well.
  
  
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  Likes:
  
  -night time, specifically the moon
  
  -helping people
  
  -night walks
  
  -being useful
  
  -[learning about her] magic
  
  -being around friends
  
  -her dog
  
  -the ocean/skies/underworld
  
  Dislikes:
  
  -rude people
  
  -rich people
  
  -the gods now and then
  
  -abandonment
  
  -bugs
  
  -absolute solitude