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PostSubject: like knives.   Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:40 pm







Colton, or Cole (as it doesn't really matter), Denver was born on October 28th, 1994 to a family of four. His mother, Anastasia, had an affair with the spirit of mockery, Momus. The seventeen-year-old has an attitudinal problem, being kicked out of every school he's attended from sixth grade onward. He stopped trying to succeed in grade nine, indifferent to his future. He's fed up with growing up, so he tries his best to hold on to his childhood. Growing up means growing apart; something Colton's not ready for. He may be a demigod, but he's never been in any real danger. The only thing considerable is his judgement--that, and, a previous suicide attempt. He'd rather not talk about it. It's just another reminder that he's a failure. Anastasia gave up on her son's antics long ago when she dumped him off at camp. She thought it would make him better—as a person, mentally, etc. She couldn't deal with his bull anymore. That's fine, though. Honestly. Cole couldn't care more about her.

He has a little sister, Amberlyn Rose. She's the sweetest thing—the only thing keeping Colton from death. She's kind-hearted, yet headstrong. She's not at the top of the social hierarchy, but she's not quite an outcast. She always listens when Colton vents, never judging him (like he does to everyone else). He hasn't seen her since he was left here, nor has he been in contact with her. Honestly, she's the only person worth caring about, but now, she's gone. He has to learn that growing up is a part of life without her.

Sure, Cole's immature and childish and insecure and.... depressed, but that doesn't mean he's not nice. He's just sensitive. He's pressured into this image of perfection from his mother and step-father, Bryce. He stopped caring for them, like they did when they left. Right now, he's done trying. What's the point of being that "perfect" blonde-haired, blue-eyed guy anyhow? Colton stands at 5’8, being lean, and average for a guy. Anyone can see how much he doesn't care to try, based on his clothing preferences. He puts on whatever is nearest to him. Some would call him lazy, but, no, it's just.... why should he even bother?

Being insecure, he has a knack for mockery (hence his god parent) and he's actually quite comical. Especially dry and sarcastic humor. He's overly critical, but it's only because he observes his surroundings so well. He can't help, but judge. It's human nature, right?



friends

he ain't go no friends, wah. He's a loner and sees friends as a waste of effort. They come and go. Leaving you. Abandonment. He'll become a monk, okay.



enemies

Colton makes a lot of enemies, due to his behavior and attitudinal problems. He enjoys angering people, so his friends will lack and his enemy count will gain.



lovers

He finds Aphrodite girls attractive and tends to lean towards girls he hates or whom hate him.
TY dani


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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Sat Apr 07, 2012 9:41 pm


achelle grace marchovi

Achelle Grace Marchovi (ay-kell grays mar-koh-vee).
Sixteen. December 8th, 1995.
Female.
Claimed by Aphrodite.
She has one real part of her family left. Her father. She despises her mother. And her step-mother. She doesn't need any womanly guidance. She has the only person she needs: Jesse Marchovi.
A little under a month in camp.

Achelle Grace Marchovi was born to the goddess Aphrodite and the mortal: Jesse Marchovi. Achelle was never fond of Aphrodite, thinking she was an arrogant, loose woman. The goddess still hasn't done anything to prove her daughter wrong. Jesse, her father, would gather her round, tucking her in with stories of Greek myth. He'd tell her how she was his pretty little warrior. How she was strong; a fighter. She admired her father and the lengths he'd go to protect his only child.

As Achelle grew older, Jesse started seeing her less and less. No more myths at bedtime. Not around Dahlia. Fourteen-year-old Achelle knew, from the look in her father's eyes, that he found love. She packed her things, acted on impulse, and left the night before the wedding. If Jesse wanted another child, another woman—then, too bad. This one was gone.

Achelle felt free at last. She lived on the streets of Manhattan; going to the theater during the day, and wandering the streets at night. Every day was a new adventure. She found her best friend, Sage, outside the theater. They struck up a friendship, becoming inseparable. She thought he was just another homeless kid or runaway who was a constant theater-goer. When she spotted his hooves, she knew exactly what he was: a satyr. He confessed and told he was supposed to take her to Camp Half-Blood. Achelle was hesitant, thinking she was hallucinating on drugs. Then she remembered she doesn't do drugs, so she agreed to go with him to this "camp." The rest is history.

Achelle's hair is a dark shade of blonde with natural highlights that reaches down to the small of her back. Her hair is naturally straight, but is capable of holding a soft wave or curl in. She has a long fringe that hangs in her face, slightly covering her eyes. Her hair has a healthy glow that's soft to the touch. When it's extremely hot and humid out, she'll pull her hair into a braid or ponytail, keeping it out of the way, as her fringe frames her face. She's rarely seen out without a beanie or beret atop her head.

Achelle has almond-shaped eyes that range from pale, baby blue to a crystal clear cerulean. Due to her heterochromia, she has faint gold and green flecked eyes. So faint you have to squint. She has soft brows that exclaim "I don't don't try too hard." Achelle has a sweet, heart-shaped face. She has dimpled cheeks when she smiles and a faint button nose. Achelle doesn't care for make-up, as it makes her want to vomit. She doesn't like the texture, nor the smell. She doesn't see the point in accentuating her so-called 'beauty,' or her eyes. Plus, that crap's nasty. Why do her half-siblings try so hard? Ugh, it makes her shudder. Her lashes are long and thick, which bothers her when she blinks a lot. It just puts hairs in her eyes, resulting in her to tear. She tends to wear short tees over long-sleeves, wrapping her neck in a homemade scarf. She'll wear straight-legged or skinny jeans underneath, with the occasional sweats, if she wants to relax. She only has a few pair of shoes since she never found much interest in them, mostly including Vans. Achelle stands at an "adorable" height of about five-foot-one. She's rather short and hates it. However, she uses it to her advantage. At first, she'll rub someone as sweet and cute, then she has them caught off-guard and she'll attack (if they're annoying her).

This girl's a firecracker. Achelle is arrogant and believes she's always right—yet she actually is (99.99% of the time). It's because she knows the subject through-and-through. She never gets into an argument, unless she's sure she can back herself up. She is very talkative, always using large words that most people wouldn't use in conversation. Some may call her a show-off or that derogatory term for a female dog, but she calls it her ambition. She’ll make you want to set yourself on fire, being that irritating. Although, she usually has the best intentions at heart. She just rubs you wrong. She's extremely sweet and caring, but her impulses get the best of her. It’s just that she's misunderstood. She doesn’t have any real friends as they find her irritating and obnoxious. She's like that for a reason. Living on the streets taught her one thing: you must be prepared to survive. Keep your guard up. In other words, stay guarded.
Manipulation (depending on how you look at it) and her arrogance.
Knowing factual evidence, winning arguments, singing, dancing and acting (courtesy of years of classes). She has a secret love affair for ballet, her viola and the flute. Mainly, the fine arts. Oh, and videogames are her guilty pleasure
A small dagger she keeps sheathed in leather, attached to her belt, a Swiss Army knife (oh yes) and wooden sword that reminds her of Link's in Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker. Sometimes she dresses in a tunic and white tights or legging, like so.
Year-round.
WARNING: MAKES YOU WANT TO LIGHT YOURSELF ON FIRE!




friends

Her bestie is Kayleigh Dupree. Only she can call her Kay. No matter how much Kayleigh doesn't like it, 'kay?



enemies

Her enemies cannot tolerate her attitude. She's conceited and okay with it, so, shoo. Go away.



lovers

She's pansexual/sapiosexual. She's attracted to anyone, regardless of gender or sex, and their intelligence.


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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:04 pm


scout

Vienna Arielle 'Scout' Young. She finds her name way too feminine, though and prefers if you call her Scout, V or Vi.
Ten. April 13th, 2003.
Female.
Claimed by Elpis, spirit of hope and expectation.
The Young family is rather average, as Vi has two brothers and two living parents. Her siblings are mortals named Evan and Peter. Her parents are in their early fifties. Being a close-knit family, they're on a first name basis. She calls them Renee and Cade. Currently, Renee is sick.

When Vienna was born, her parents were thrilled. They were blessed with a girl at last. Vi’s father and mother were both only children. The possibility of three children of different genders was a blessing. They originally saw it as trying on two different pairs of shoes for size, but now, it’s more than that. The Young residence is an upper middle-class family. Living in a small Chicagoan suburb, Vi grew up believing everything looked the same, or in the very least, similar. Seeing the diversities when she went to elementary friend’s houses left the curious little soul in awe. She wanted to explore.

Vienna is just an easily excitable girl, after all. She rambles endlessly on all day. She says what she’s thinking, but in the most innocent way possible. She just has the mind of a child—which isn’t a bad thing. She’s not stupid. She's just nine.

Vienna's hair is a dark shade of auburn with natural red highlights that is kept in a small bob. Her hair is naturally straight, but is capable of holding a soft wave or curl inwards. She has a full frontal fringe that hangs in her forehead.

Vienna has almond-shaped bright blue eyes. She has soft eyebrows that express a range of emotions. She has a sweet, heart-shaped face with dimpled cheekbones. She tends to wear the normal camp attire as she loves to get dirty and climb trees. She'll wear khaki or jean shorts underneath and sometimes sweats. Like most children, she weighs only seventy pounds and is 4'6, having an athletic build.

Her quick judgment and high expectations.
She can jump high and has nimble feet. "Vi, be nimble; Vi be quick. Vi jump over the candlestick."
Nothing; she's too young.
Year-round.

friends
"nobody here is my age, aw."



enemies
"nobody hates me yet, yay!"



lovers
"ew. boys. ew. or girls. ew. everyone's ew."


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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:06 pm


winnie moore

name
Edwina “Winnie” Wendelyn "Wendy" Sunshine Hope Moore. Feel free to call her Winna, Winne, Winnie, Wendy, or Sunny. Really whatever you like.

age/birthday
Sixteen years young; born on September 25th, 1995.

gender
All this time she thought she was female—wait, what the hell did you hear?

years at camp
None; year-round.

mortal family
Edwina Moore dumped Winnie on her ex, Jimmy Moore, who was thought to be the father after she was convicted of murder in several states. He later married (biologically), but he married Sabrina Collins in 1997, with a two-year-old Sunny as the flower girl.

history
In the boring state of Indiana, Winnie’s adoptive father, James “Jimmy” Moore, was born to Virginia and Burt Moore when they were fifteen and seventeen - barely the ages of consent. When Jimmy was eighteen, he had a one-night stand with a serial killer - that sounds bad, right? Suppose it runs it the family. Well, Jimmy had no idea of her criminal record, after all, he only knew her for one night. The next morning, his parents saw his new “girlfriend” in the news for suspected murder in several states across the midwest. They immediately turned her into the nearest police department in the Indianapolis area. Edwina couldn’t be sent to the electric until nine months later - when Edwina Wendelyn Sunshine Hope Moore was born. Jimmy calls her Winnie instead, so she doesn't have to live with the disadvantage of being called "Edwina." Asides that, she’s a normal girl who likes to have fun and was raised right—well, she's the sunniest Thanatos girl anyone's ever met.

physical attributes
Winnie is the type of girl who stands out in the crowd. The first thing a person notices about Winnie is that she has a soft russet complexion with cocoa brown eyes and hair to complement. Her complexion blends in with the rest of her cocoa features. She has rather high cheekbones and her wavy, soft-colored tresses are now stylized just below her shoulders with a side fringe covering her left eye. She often leaves it naturally down and wavy.

Her full lashes and average, with her natural brows are only slightly darker. The main contrast in Winnie’s appearance is her soft, heart-shaped face. Her eyes have a gentle, child-like aura that screams "happiness," so Winnie always appears innocent and happy; never someone who strays toward trouble. Her lips are always upwards, smiling, or pursed. Her small ears are usually shielded. She has perfectly high cheekbones, leading people to think she's much more mature than her actual age might suggest. She's far from maturity, thanks to her father.

Winnie is small, with long limbs and a thin, petite build, being only five-foot-two. She could pass for thirteen or fourteen, when she's practically seventeen. She is a few pounds from looking underweight, but her small stature balances that tiny issue out. Her curves are much more noticeable in her hips than chest. She has powerful legs and fantastic balance, but her arm-strength is definitely her major physical weakness.

As far as her style goes, Winnie finds herself wearing whatever may litter her closet and currently fits her. She usually will pair a simple pair of jeans with a simple leather jacket for comfort over a loose (or tight) tank, nothing special. Combat boots (or any kind, really), Vans, or Keds usually adorn her size seven feet. Although, she's bound to be seen in the usual camp t-shirt and simple denim shorts and flip-flops if she wants to, but she likes choices.

personality
First things first, Winnie is a talkative, loquacious person. She doesn’t like empty conversations, so she tries to fill every void of silence there may be. She’s a very sunny, optimistic person. Winnie is a teeny bit awkward, having several personalities throughout the day. She always has been more-so quiet and apathetic about strangers rather than her loud, rambunctious self with her friends. Winnie's always been charismatic. There is not a moment when she won't try to connect with a stranger, even if she finds the situation awkward. She loves to party and will bring out the best in her friends and acquaintances - she has that effect on people. Her excitement and natural curiosity comes off as childish, putting many off. Some, though, find her general output on life to be endearing.

As long as a person has a warm smile and a seemingly good heart, Winnie will trust them wholeheartedly with her life. Now she's more careful and cautious. Although she questions everything, she doesn't think of questioning people. She sees the good in everyone.

When Winn really opens up to someone, she's not hiding anything. She's one of the most honest people anyone's ever met. She longs for human interaction when left alone for too long, having an unnatural dependence on others. She also has a small case of separation anxiety and fears being off on her own. Winnie's learned to love life, no matter the company she’s with or the situation she’s in.

fatal flaw
Being overly dependent and separation anxiety. She can be extremely stubborn. She has histrionic personality disorder and freaks out when near worms, arthropods and insects.

talents
She has a knack for writing, acting, photography and making people happy. She uses a DSLR (Nikon or Canon).

weapons
Her bare hands—sure, she can pack a punch, but she doesn't like to.

other
Play-by; Lulu Antariksa. Color = #FDEE00. A small tortoiseshell kitten name Fuzzles.


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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:06 pm


alana michelle hill

name ; alana michelle hill.
age & dob ; fourteen. september 17th, 1997.
gender ; cisgendered female.
god parent ; gelos, spirit of laughter.
claimed ; yes.
years in camp ; since april 29th, 2012.
mortal family ; her mother, annaleah, has ginger-brown hair that reaches her shoulders. Her eyes are a pretty, clear blue, and she stands at a height of five-foot-five. alana would kill for her mother's thick, ginger hair. having high metabolism, annaleah never had to work out, unlike her daughter, so she could sit on her ass and eat potato chips when alana had to run a mile before the cellulite would dimple her thighs. nevertheless, alana has always been healthier, since she would exercise when she could. alana doesn't have any siblings to hang around... but when she was twelve her mother started dating.

past ; For the past few years, everything in Alana's life was seemingly normal for a middle-class two-person household. Alana was the only child to Annaleah Hill, so the two of them lived in an apartment that had a balcony that looked out at the city. Alana's originally from a small suburb in the middle of Indiana, so Alana's accent is more midwestern than your usual New Yorker. There was one particular person in her life that made her life different: Reese. He moved into her city in the third grade and she would always walk home to play with his step-sister, Samantha. This continued for over two years, until Samantha dumped Alana for better friends. From then on, Alana stopped trying to make friends, since they only would humiliate her.

She became distant and reclusive, unwilling to make any other friends for fear of being rejected and shunned once again. Everything there afterwards went well until her freshman year. She found herself in art class, sneaking glances at her old acquaintance: Reese. It developed into staring longingly in his direction, hoping someone would think she was just zoning out (and not daydreaming about him or staring). He would say how he was depressed and an insomniac, which would make Alana's heart clench. She just wished she had the courage to tell him that he was the reason she would laugh, cry, and smile. She just wanted to see him happy - to hug him.

But he didn't know they were even that close.

So it's been unrequited from then on.

The monsters first attacked her mother when she had no idea what was even going on. The next thing she knew was that she was being taken to Camp Half-Blood because she was a demi-god... and the rest is history.

physical attributes ; Alana stands at an average height of five-foot-four and she's still growing. She has a fit and toned body, but all her fat lies in her thighs, pissing her off. She burns all her calories laughing. Her legs are long and equal in proportion to her torso. She's slim and athletic, yet she lacks any chest. She has a pale complexion, which just barely tans before making her seem like an Oompa Loompa. Usually, she pulls her blonde hair back into a braid before sleeping, so it's all curled. Sometimes she'll let her side fringes frame her face by pulling her hair into a loose ponytail. Her eyes are a pretty hazel, but she doesn't wear any makeup since she finds it looks odd on her.

She wears the usual orange camp t-shirt, indifferent to how she appears to others. She usually just wears denim shorts or khaki's during the summer and jeans during the winter. She doesn't like to expose to much, though, because it makes her uncomfortable. If she's not training she'll wear any kinds of sneakers as long as they're comfortable or flip-flops when it's hot and humid.

personality ; Alana is a playful, friendly person. When people shut her out for it, she had to suppress that part of her, but she desperately wanted to make a funny or sarcastic comment - but she couldn't. She didn't have anyone to share it with. When it comes down to it, all Alana really wants is to be accepted, so she'll let people walk all over her, use and manipulate her and then leave her. Most of the time, she doesn't realize it's even happening until it's already been over. She's become much more reserved and quiet over the years, but if you talk to her and joke with her, she'll laugh at everything you say. She's an open book... if you just give her the chance.

But no one gives her a chance. So, Alana goes back to the comfort of herself and books, waiting for someone to come along because of her fear of rejection.

fatal flaw ; being a pushover.
pets ; none.
talents ; (skills) swordplay, archery (talents) being funny, contagious laughing, telling jokes, sarcasm.
weaponry ; anything she can make use of.
year-round or summer ; year-round.
et cetera ; play-by = chloe moretz.
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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Fri Jun 22, 2012 11:53 pm

They're both accepted. :D
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PostSubject: Re: like knives.   Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:39 am


fayelyn rose young
name
Fayelyn Rose Young
aliases
Faye.

age/birthday
Fayelyn was born on another ordinary day on January 21st, 1996 at 1:21 pm, currently being sixteen.

gender
She’s not sure, obviously.

years in camp
None.

year around or summer
Year-round.

immortal parent
Hypnos, god of sleep.

claimed
Yes.

mortal family
Naomi Rose Young, at twenty-two, tried flushing her twin infants in the toilet, when her children were found by the neighbors, including Allie and James Carter whom adopted Faye after several trials to keep Hannah from harming Faye any longer. Naomi was diagnosed with postpartum depression shortly afterwards, most likely sent to a mental ward. Faye lives her fraternal twin, Connor. (see history)

history
Fayelyn Young has always been a genuinely happy-go-lucky child--until February 14th, 2009. When she was thirteen years, something happened to her - something she never likes to share. It made the once happy-go-lucky child isolate herself from society. Most importantly, though, it brought her and Connor closer. If you want the answer, try to make her laugh.

On a cold, winter day in mid-February, Faye Young and her brother, Connor, were at the park, alone. Suddenly, Faye collapsed, falling to the pavement and fell into an uncontrollable dark sleep, envisioning someone physically attacking her. When she tried to pry away from the attacker’s grasp, she couldn’t see his face - but she could see a mirror - and that's when she knew it. She witnessed some young girl's rape. She blew the whole thing off as a nightmare; nothing to be paranoid over. One year later, exactly, Faye and Connor went to a high school party where Faye couldn’t stay awake, so when Connor left Faye alone, she fell unconscious again - and witnessed the very same incident through the culprit's eyes. It was her best friend.

Sophomore year began in September 2010, with a so-very-unhappy Faye that she couldn’t take the weight of knowing what happened that summer. Not wanting to scare anyone, she hid her depression beneath her ever-so-lovely fake smile and happiness. Lately, she and her brother have become inseparable--Faye refusing to be left alone without him, resulting in the diagnosis of her dependent personality. No one ever suspects a thing.

No one suspects she may crack.

physical appearance
From Fayelyn’s behind, her brunette hair cascades in one sleek line down her back, with a side fringe falling over her left eye. Currently, she has trimmed her fringe and tips neatly, dying it blonde. She's naturally strawberry blonde, but goes back and forth between brunette and blonde. She doesn’t need to straighten it; it has that “perfect” balance of natural waves and sleekness. Her hair is rarely ever pulled back in a braid, ponytail, etc. The most she’ll ever do is curl it subtlety. She stands at a petite height of five-foot-three, proudly. She has a creamy, yet pale complexion, complementing her pigmented hazel irises.

Turn Faye around. Look at her front. She has round hazel irises, on the rare occasion, she’ll outline her eyes in subtle black liner. Faye’s face is nothing extraordinary in shape, yet her cheekbones are rather high. She has all the other requisite parts: two eyes, one adorable button nose and twenty-four teeth to add to a not-so-terrible smile.

Her style isn’t something unusual, but she will most likely throw on anything comfortable, labeling her as the tomboyish type. She prefers simplicity over complexity any day. Who is she trying to impress? If there's no one to impress, then why try? Exactly. She can pull off the flowing floral, high-waisted skirt thing or tight, high-waisted miniskirt that's fashionable this season. With her subtle curves, she can pull off anything (although she‘d prefer not). She likes straight-legged jeans only, so she frolics off in the summer and spring months wearing those paired with a fitted plaid or flannel shirt, cuffed at the wrists or elbows because her style doesn't change with the seasons.

personality
Despite her rape, Faye is one of those rare genuinely happy people. People will cut her slack because of this colorful, bouncy and vibrant outlook on life. She is significantly talkative, rowdy and loud for the “reserved” archetype. Faye is the kind of person who will yell obscene words in a public place. She is more-so insecure and anxious, than flirtatious and attention-seeking - so she avoids flirting altogether. Faye becomes quite attached to her brother when he gets a girlfriend and envy arises. She doesn’t like her one brother and friend giving and receiving so much attention from other people - she's jealous. Connor's all she really has. Often trapped in her own mind, she’s prone to making logical observations. Her mind is quite loud, as she thinks more often than she speaks. When someone hurts Faye, she’ll cut them up days later or run to her brother for protection. When she should be performing or presenting something, she’ll run and hide, wishing she had the courage to be in front of a crowd.

When Faye doesn’t understand a joke or anything for that matter, she, being afraid to ask, will just smile and nod, especially if she didn’t hear your mumbling. She always stays true to her best friends, never betraying them, even if they’ve done it to her, leaving her susceptible to manipulation and being used for someone else’s game. She’s a bit naïve and innocent for a girl of her seventeen. She’ll believe and alter her emotions and memories, if somebody hurts her, leading her to think it’s what she deserves.

fatal flaw
Her envy, naïve-ness, phobias and lack of confidence.

pets
A large white puppy named Snorlax.

talents
Precognition - the ability to see or predict the future in visions, or in Faye’s case, dreams. She has a knack for acting, reading (she is not dyslexic) and writing.

weapons
She‘ll make use of anything, like a stick at a gunfight, but Connor lent her his sword, now that he's returned to finish schooling.

other
Played by; Emma Roberts.
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