Colleen's Ministry of Awkward

Subject: Colleen's Ministry of Awkward Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:03 pm

Welcome to the Ministry of Awkward! Here, you will find a selection of the most messed up Characters ever! Let's meet them, shall we?

The Characters
"Yo. I'm Jack, from the Ares Cabin. I will pound you if you hurt my little sister."
"Jack! I'm Luna, Jack's little sister. My dad's Poseidon. Nice to meet you."
"Hi! I'm Lily, and if you call me adorable, I will personally shoot you! Oh, my mum's Aphrodite, by the way!"
"Always the charmer, Lily. I'm Rowan, daughter of Apollo."
"I'm Griffin. Hermes thinks he's my dad, but he really isn't. Pleased to make your acquaintance!"
"The name's Bond, Zephyr Bond."

The Theme Songs
Jack.......All to Myself-Marianas Trench
Lily........Lego House-Ed Sheeran
Rowan...Stay, Stay, Stay-Taylor Swift
Griffin....How to Save a Life-The Fray
Luna......Blown Away-Carrie Underwood
Zephyr..Hakuna Matata-Disney's The Lion King

Colours
Jack-Maroon
Lily-Orchid
Rowan-Firebrick
Griffin-Light Sea Green
Luna-Medium Sea Green
Zephyr-Purple

The Faces
Jack-Daniel Radcliffe
Lily- Ellie Darcey-Alden
Rowan- Zendaya Coleman
Griffin- Rupert Grint
Luna-Random Tumblr Girl
Zephyr- Connor Franta

Relationships

Jack-Dibbed-Liv (Beanie)
Lily-Best Friend is Open
Rowan-Dibbed-Ben (Beanie)
Griffin-Unavailable
Luna-Single
Zephyr-Single

Now that you've met them, read more about them. Stalk them if you feel the need, all the information for that is sitting right in front of you, oh so conveniently. :skye:Yay you. Colleen's Ministry of Awkward 4021420466

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Subject: Re: Colleen's Ministry of Awkward Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:15 pm

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∞jack∞george∞wilson∞

son of ares
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*birth certificate*
Name:
jack george wilson- goes by jack
Age:
fifteen
Birthday:
june 27, 1997
Mortal Family:
jackie collins (mother; deceased)
frank collins (step-father)
lucy wilson (grandmother)
george wilson (grandfather)
*camp life*
Immortal Parent:
ares, god of war, battlelust, civil order and manly courage
Claimed:
yes
Years at Camp:
four years
*how did you get here?*

History:
it was the phone that woke me up. it had been the last thing that jackie had given me, just before my tenth birthday. it was always in my pocket, just in case luna or i needed help. my grandparents were the only ones with the number, so i knew it was them.
i groaned as i rolled over out of bed so i didn’t wake luna as i talked. there was only one bed, and she was pushed up against the wall, drool sliding down her face. i smiled. it was cute.
i flipped open the phone (it was that old) and put it to my ear. “hello?” i asked into it, though i knew who it was. why my grandmother was calling at 3:30 in the morning was beyond me.
“jack, sweetie, we are getting you out of that horrid place. wake luna up, and meet us at the bus stop in ten minutes,” my grandmother’s soft voice commanded. i nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see me.
“oh, yeah, okay. see you then.” i hung up. that was it. no questions. i knew this was important, and frank would come and see what was happening if i talked for too long.
i walked to the bed, where luna was. i shook her, and she flinched violently before looking at me, wide eyed. i smiled, laughing at how much I’d scared her. i told her what we were doing, and she just nodded, her black hair a mess. then again, so was mine.
once we were all packed, i walked to the door of our bedroom. poking my head out, i checked to make sure that frank wasn’t in the halls. once i was sure, i slowly walked out of the room, luna following.
my heart was beating in my chest so loud, i thought it would wake frank.
by some miracle, we made it to the front door. neither of us dared to speak as i slowly opened the front door of our apartment. luckily, it lead right out to the street, and we didn’t have to tell anyone what we were doing. not that anyone would care. no one cared about the two wilson children.
i held luna’s hand as we walked to the bus stop. our grandparents were already waiting for us in their car. we didn’t hug, we just got into the car. there would be time for hello’s later. right now, we had to leave before frank noticed.
luna and i sat in the back seat. she had fallen asleep almost as soon as we’d started moving, a small smile on her face. we were free.

jackie met ares at a bar when she was 21. they had a one night stand, and she never knew who he was. all she knew was that she was going to have his kid. she never wanted a child. all she wanted to do was party. she drank when she was pregnant, and did other things you probably shouldn’t do when you’re pregnant.
when she had her son, she moved to a small town in scotland, telling her parents it was to ‘go to school’. really, she just wanted her parents to stop nagging her about her drinking and how she needed to sort out her life now that she had a son. but jackie didn’t stop smoking or drinking once she’d moved to scotland, and she had to get a job at a bar.
jackie barely had any money for her or jack, and she always came before jack. her alcohol and cigarettes came before food, and some nights neither of them got food.
jackie married frank collins when jack was two, as jackie was going to have his child (another bar meeting-though this time, jackie tracked the guy down; she wasn’t raising two children by herself). jackie and frank named the little girl luna, as the two of them had met under the moon.
jack didn’t go to preschool like most children. it was too expensive. instead jackie had one of her alcoholic friends
come over and babysit him. the babysitter spent most of the time kissing her druggie boyfriend.
jack soon became forgotten by the couple, and was only spoken to when he was in trouble or needed to do something.
when it came time for jack to start school, he was very skinny. he had a sunken face and always smelt of alcohol and smoke. his hair was greasy and badly cut, as jackie cut it herself.
when jack was 6, he was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. doctors blamed it on the fact that jackie drank alcohol while she was pregnant. also that year, jack punched an older student in the stomach so hard the kid puked. the kid had taken jack’s toy, so jack punched him.
jack got into fights often, as his anger was quick. whenever he came home with a detention, suspension or expulsion, frank would hit him. it soon became apparent that frank was abusive to both jack and jackie, though he still hadn’t laid a finger on four year old luna.
the apartment the four of them shared was small, so jack and luna shared a room. the two of them soon became the best of friends. jack was bullied in school and luna hadn’t started yet, so the two of them really only had each other.
once luna started school, jack would always volunteer to help with the kindergartens. he was very protective of his younger sister, though he was only seven.
it became apparent over the next two years that luna was just as rebellious as her step-brother, and frank began to hit her too.
the two of them were bullied by their classmates. after all, the two of them looked as though they lived on the streets. seven-year old luna had sunken eyes, a skinny, frail body and long, greasy, black hair. jackie had always wanted a daughter, and she didn’t want to mess up her hair, so luna’s went un-cut. nine-year old jack was just as skinny as he was before, if not more. his face was sunken, and his greasy black hair was still croppy and greasy.
just before jack’s tenth birthday, jackie was killed in a car accident. this event completely ruined jack’s life. he had started to accept that his mother loved him and his sister in her own way. but now that she was gone, that was all ruined. luna and jack were left with frank, who began to abuse them even more, now that jackie wasn’t there to stop him.
jack got a midnight call from his grandparents one night. they told jack that he and luna had to come to them immediately. they told jack to meet them at the bus stop in ten minutes.
jack got luna and himself packed, and then they set off for the bus stop.
jack’s grandparents took himself and luna back to their home, where it was agreed that to get away from frank, they four of them had to move to the us.
they took a plane to the united states, an activity that neither of the two children ever want to do again.
jack got a feeling that he had to go to a strawberry farm in Brooklyn, where he found camp.
at first he only went during the summer, but when something attacked their home, jack was sent there year-round.
during his second year, a secret was revealed about luna. something no one would have guessed.

*mirror image*
Physical Appearance:
jack is still very skinny from his childhood. although, he was gained some weight, and muscles from training. he is about 5’10 in height. he has broad shoulders, and a thin waist. his legs are very long, and he has a short torso. his face is rather jagged looking. he has a sharp-set jaw.
Hair length
jack’s hair has long-since forgotten its croppy days, and is now well groomed. he spikes it up in the front, and is very short on the sides.
Hair color
black
Eye color
blue
Complexion
jack is slightly tanned from his long hours outside, though he still has some paleness to him.
Any scars or tattoos
none
Style of clothing
very casual
Visible accessories
a leather necklace with four beads

*the person*
Personality:
jack is a rebel. when he is told to do something, he will not do it. in fact, he will most likely do the exact opposite. he hates doing what other people are doing, and usually prefers to be alone. however, there are those few people who he enjoys being around.
jack loses his temper easily, and he usually isn't a very happy person. he’s grumpy if he’s tired. he’s grumpy if he’s sad. he’s grumpy if he feels like being grumpy. he doesn’t get excited easily. he enjoys being sarcastic, and can be a little annoying when he is constantly sarcastic.
Fatal Flaw:
loyalty- jack is forever loyal to those he loves. which isn’t a lot of people. however, if you are on his good side, he will stop at nothing to stop harm from reaching you.
Likes:
-being alone
-training
-walks, alone, at night, around the camp
-breaking the rules
Dislikes:
-school
-following rules
-being in a crowd
-being the centre of attention
Familiars:
none
*defense*
Talents:
jack is very good with a sword. he has excellent battle reflexes, even higher than those of an average camper. he usually has the upper hand in a fight, because of his father.
Weapons:
jack has a celestial bronze sword that can magically fit into the any pocket opening, no matter how small.
*random*
jack’s playby is daniel radcliffe. his colour is maroon.

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Liam Christopher Black
Son of Melpomene
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CAROLINE ALEX GREENWOOD
daughter of hephaestus

*birth certificate*
Name:
Caroline Alexandra Greenwood
goes by Alex
Age:
14
Birthday:
June 12
Mortal Family:
°James Greenwood {Adoptive Father}
°Eric Greenwood {Adoptive Brother}

*camp life*
Immortal Family:
Hephaestus, God of Fire and Blacksmiths
Claimed:
Yes
Years at Camp:
Three
*how did you get here?*

History:
Alison Smith woke up to someone pounding on the door of her orphanage, but when she went to check, she saw nothing. She was about to close the door when she heard a small giggle from her feet. She looked down and saw a small, baby girl wrapped in a purple blanket sitting in a cardboard box. Alison scooped up the baby, looking for any sign of the child’s parents or name, but all she found was Caroline Alexandra embroidered into the blanket.
Caroline was adopted six months later by a man who had already adopted a child from Alison’s orphanage.
The man was James Greenwood, and he couldn’t be happier to now have two children. When he was 25 James married a woman by the name of Jenny, but Jenny died three years later during childbirth. James swore that he would raise two children for Jenny, because that was what she had wanted, and that was what he did.
Eric, Caroline’s older brother, absolutely adored his little sister, and the two of them would spend hours playing with wooden Thomas the Tank Engine tracks and trains together.
By the age of three Caroline was getting people to call her Alex, since she much preferred the name. By the age of six, Alex had decided that she hated school. By the age of eight, she’d begged her dad to let her drop out.
Alex couldn’t pay attention in class, and she felt no need to learn what she was learning. She’d much rather be outside with her older brother, even though she knew he wouldn’t. Eric was in high school now, and spending a lot more time outside of the house than with his family.
When Alex was eleven years old, her brother took for a walk after she’d begged him to spend time with her. While they were walking, something jumped out at them. Eric threw himself in front to his sister, pushing her down. Alex saw a large branch lying on the ground next to her, and she grabbed it. She stood up and wacked the monster in the face. She continued to beat it with her branch, her small arms bulging with unknown muscles, until the monster burst into a golden powder, showering her and her brother.
Eric just stood there, looking at her in shock. Alex had never been very violent, and Eric never would have suspected that she’d have it in her to do what she just did.
When they got home, Eric itching to tell his father what had just happened, there was a man in a wheelchair waiting outside with James. James told Alex that she was going to have to go with the man, who called himself Chiron, to a camp for kids who were half Greek God. Alex thought they were kidding at first, but when she realized they weren’t, she didn’t want to go. She told James that she wouldn’t leave him, or Eric, but James told her it was the only way to keep her safe.
Alex reluctantly went with Chiron after gathering her stuff and saying goodbye. They arrived at Camp Halfblood a couple of hours later, and Alex was claimed a few days after that.

*mirror image*
Physical Appearance:
Alex stands around 5’4. She is slimly built, but she has hidden muscles on her arms and legs. She has very small shoulders, as well. She has an oval face, with big eyes and a small nose.
Hair length
Alex’s hair goes down 3/4 of her back.
Hair color
Alex’s hair is dark brown
Eye color
Alex has large green eyes
Complexion
Alex is naturally tanned
Any scars or tattoos
None
Style of clothing
Casual
Visible accessories
Her camp neckalce

*the person*
Personality:
Alex is very outgoing when she is around people she knows. But when she is around people she doesn’t know, she is quiet and can barely speak to anyone. Alex is determined and quick-thinking. Alex jumps to conclusions quickly, and she holds grudges for long periods of time. Alex has a hard time concentrating unless she is on the battlefield, which is one of her favourite places to be. Alex loves to fight, despite her innocent demeanour. Alex is very loyal to her family, friends and the camp.
Fatal Flaw:
Loyalty
Likes:
°Spending time with friends
°Fighting
°The outdoors
Dislikes:
°Sports
°School
°Being alone when she doesn’t know anyone
Familiars:
None
*defense*
Talents:
Alex is very skilled with the sword, and she naturally has a knack for making them, as well.
Weapons:
Alex has a variety of swords that she’s made, but she usually sticks to a celestial bronze sword, with a hilt engraved with her name, her dad’s name, and her brother’s name in Ancient Greek.

*random*
Alex's playby is Zendaya Coleman. Her colour is #CC0066

Subject: Re: Colleen's Ministry of Awkward Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:27 pm

Character ?

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♦luna♦abigail♦collins♦
daughter of poseidon

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“The sea is my only escape from the outside world, and the problems within it.”

*birth certificate*
Name:
luna abigail collins
Age:
thirteen
Birthday:
august 1, 1999
Mortal Family:
jackie collins (mother; deceased)
frank collins (step-father)
jack wilson (step-brother)
lucy wilson (grandmother)
george wilson (grandfather)
*camp life*
Immortal Family:
poseidon, god of the sea, earthquakes and horses (father)
jack wilson (step-brother)
Claimed:
yes
Years at Camp:
two years
[size=24]*how did you get here?*

History:
when luna was born, she ruined her mother’s life. her mother tried to convince herself that the child she had just given birth to was the daughter of frank, but it was no use. jackie had cheated on frank, for only a couple of months, but the outcome was horrible. poseidon saw something in jackie that no one else saw. something that was buried beneath a wall of pain.
she convinced frank the new baby girl was his, and he didn’t suspect anything. but that was before he found out that she had cheated on him. he began to hit jackie and jack, though he still believed that luna was his child. he believed she was the only angel under their tattered roof of evil. other than himself, of course. frank wanted everything for his daughter, but jackie wanted more than everything for her daughter and her son. they became everything to her, though she never verbalized it to anyone.
luna and jack were forced to share a room in their tiny apartment, and jack was always there to comfort her. the two of them sometimes stayed up for hours, just talking to each other, dreaming about the day when they would finally get out of this place.
luna always noticed that jackie and jack always had bruises. one day, she asked her mother about this. jackie said it was nothing, just some marks from a nasty bug that was in the house. but it wouldn’t hurt luna.
luna became worried about her brother and her mother. she began to notice that the two of them were very tense near frank. that was when she found out that he was the bug.
when luna started school, she wasn’t a very cute five-year old. she was skinny, she had sunken eyes, and long, greasy black hair. her hair had never been cut, as jackie didn’t want to mess it up the way she had to jack’s. the teachers were worried about how it was at home, as jack looked almost identical to his sister, though they never asked.
over the next two years, luna began to steer to being more like jack and jackie. she looked nothing like frank, and almost identical to her mother. that was when frank found out that luna wasn’t his daughter. so he started hitting her too. at first she cried, and jack would comfort her. but then she just got mad. so she hit frank back. they were in the kitchen, and as frank threatened to kill her if she ever did that again, an earthquake shook their apartment. frank told luna to get out of his sight, and she did. she wondered what had caused the earthquake, since it had happened right when she was angry. right at the moment she needed a distraction from frank.
luna began to be bullied by her classmates, who had taken note of her bruises and her frail body. she never meant to push johnny into the pond. she didn’t mean to agitate the horse so samantha fell off. all that was an accident, and something she never remembered happening.
she was expelled from schools, and she got detentions. and frank would hit her.
later that year, jackie was killed in a car accident. luna was hit more often, and harder. so was jack
when luna was eight, jack woke her up in the middle of the night and told her that they were getting out of there. she followed him out into the street, to the bus stop. she let herself be lead into the backseat of her grandparents car. when she woke up the next day, she couldn’t believe that she had actually made it out of her step-father’s grasp.
when it was presented that they were going to move to america, luna was all for it. it was time to lead a new life.
but what she wasn’t expecting was that jack would have to go to a summer camp. a camp for half-bloods. luna began to see the monsters jack talked about. she thought she was just a mortal who could see through the mist; like her grandfather.
luna did better in school, though she was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia. she led an almost normal life. almost.
when luna was nine, their home was attacked by a monster, which jack killed. jack said that it wasn’t safe for him to stay only for the summer, that he had to go year-round.
but the monster’s kept attacking. luna was sent to camp half-blood as well, and it was learnt that she was the daughter of poseidon, even more powerful than her brother, someone she had always admired.

*mirror image*
Physical Appearance:
luna is still very skinny, though she has gained weight from her grandparents and camp. she is fairly tall for her age, standing at around 5’6. she has a slim build, and very small shoulders. her legs, like jack’s, are very long. she is not very muscular, though her arms do have some, mostly from swimming. luna has her own way of being pretty, without being up in everyone’s faces.
Hair length
luna still likes to wear her hair long, though she gets it trimmed every once in a while.
Hair color
black
Eye color
blue
Complexion
luna is tanned from spending long hours on the beach. freckles sprinkle her face.
Any scars or tattoos
luna has some scars here and there from frank, though she has two rather large ones. there is one, faded to the point where it is hard to see, long one on her back from a belt frank had hit her with once, and the other was a smaller, more noticeable one that ran on the inside of her elbow. she'd gotten it during the earthquake that she'd created.
Style of clothing
dressy casual
Visible accessories
a leather necklace with two beads
a long, silver necklace with a trident pendant, given to her by her grandparents

*the person*
Personality:
luna doesn’t enjoy following the rules, though she will if absolutely necessary. she is a quiet girl, though she can be loud at times. she always speaks her mind, and doesn’t think before she speaks. she is a quick-thinker, and she is very observant.
however, she is very cautious with people. she doesn’t like talking to people she doesn’t know. just like her brother, luna has a quick temper, that is slow to blow over. she is never the one to say sorry, even if she should.
Fatal Flaw:
trust-luna has trouble trusting people
Likes:
-being alone
-swimming
-walks along the beach
-riding horses
Dislikes:
-school
-not knowing about the person she is talking to
-being in a crowd
-being the centre of attention
Familiars:
none
*defense*
Talents:
luna is able to communicate with horses through her mind. she can control water, though it takes a lot of energy. when she is in the water, she can heal cuts and dull pain on broken bones. also, if she really puts her mind to it, she can heal other people with water. she must be physically touching the person, around the area that they are injured, and she must also have some part of her body completely submerged in water. when she is incredibly emotional, she can summon earthquakes, though she is likely to pass out soon after. she rarely uses her earthquake power, and when she does, she doesn’t enjoy the experience
she is also very skilled with the trident.
Weapons:
luna’s trident necklace turns into a celestial bronze trident. there are pink sea-shells decorated on the hilt. engraved in it are the greek words “ωκεανού μου” which translate to “my ocean”.
*random*
her colour is medium sea green.

**Character has been Accepted by an Admin (Skye)

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☻zephyr☻aspen☻bond☻
son of dionysus

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*birth certificate*
Name: “i have a very beautiful name.”
zephyr aspen bond
Age: “i am twenty-five, going on seventy”
sixteen
Birthday: “yesterday. I was born yesterday.”
july 27, 1996
Mortal Family: “absolutely no idea”
marie bond-mother (deceased; never knew her child)
*camp life*
Immortal Family: “ohhh, you know my daddy!”
dionysus, god of fertility and wine
Claimed: “no, my dad is only here everyday”
yes
Years at Camp: “forever”
six years
*how did you get here?*

History: “i was born out of the womb of a grape.”
“zephyr, why can’t you do anything? is it because you’re a stupid moron?” mrs. snarf snarled down at me. my fists clenched and unclenched as i stared back up at her. i knew i was going to break soon. all the hatred i had been feeling for the past year was going to come crashing out of me like a tsunami. for once, i didn’t want to stop it. “yes! i am a stupid moron, and so are you! wanna know why? ‘stupid’ and ‘moron’ mean the same thing, idiot!” i yelled right back at her, my blue eyes blazing. i was pretty proud of that comeback. i though she was just going to yell at me. i never anticipated what came next.
mrs. snarf reeled her hand back, a look of pure hatred plastered onto her face. i had only a second to really reflect on what was happening before my eyes clouded over as pain exploded from my left cheek on. it took me a couple of seconds to realize i was lying on the ground. the force of her hit had sent my sprawling. tears quickly filled up my eyes, and they began to escape my eyes. i wiped them away, and blinked away the rest. i stood up, and walked out of the room without looking back at mrs. snarf. i had only one thought on my mind. i was going to get out of there.

marie bond didn’t really have a very good life. she was an only child, and her parents died when she had just turned twentyone. she had begun to waster her days away at various arcades, spending her time playing old games like pac-man. on top of her recent loss, her boyfriend of three years broke up her. she went into a depression. she began to drink, a lot. she used her little amount of money to rent a small, ratty apartment and buy a pac-man game from a closing arcade. she didn’t have a job, and she was going into debt from the amount of alcohol she bought. she met dionysus at a bar, and they began talking about pac-man. marie was a pretty girl, and dionysus liked her. marie found out later that month that she was pregnant.
marie went even deeper into her depression, as she never wanted a child. she drank even more, though she knew that it was bad for her child.
marie was drunk when she had zephyr, and doctors say that was the reason she died during her child’s birth. her last words were: “don’t name him zephyr, i hate that name,” but all anyone else heard was: “mumble, mumble, zephyr, mumble, mumble”. so her child was named zephyr. he received the first name of his grandfather, and the last name of his mother.
he was sent to an orphanage when he was able to leave the hospital. since marie had been drunk while having her child, the doctors felt it necessary for zephyr to stay a bit longer, so they knew that nothing fatal had occurred. the doctors did say that he would have a few disorders when he was older, but he would live.
people who knew marie, who was always quiet, sad and alone, found it strange that zephyr was always happy, loud and had a need to constantly have human companionship. most people blamed it on the alcohol that marie drank while she was pregnant.
when zephyr was one years old, he was adopted by anna and james smith. they weren’t very nice people. in fact, they were the worst parents in the history of horrible parents.
no one really knows why they wanted a child. they paid attention to zephyr for about a week before getting bored with him. the only attention he got as a baby was being fed, being changed, and looks of pure hatred from his foster parents that were now stuck with him.
as zephyr grew up, it was apparent that he was always hyper. always. as a toddler, he was always toddling around, knocking things over and causing trouble. james installed a baby-lock on zephyr’s playpen, but it only took zephyr a couple of minutes to get out. when anna found it, there were bite marks all over it.
wherever zephyr went, he left a trail of destruction. he liked to knock things over as he walked. anna would chase after him, and she would lock the room. so zephyr would toddle around the room, destroying the small amount of things in the room.
it took two hours to get him to sleep. james and anna would have to chase him around until he got tired, then they would have to stand by his crib until he fell.
when he was three, anna and james gave up on him. they took him to an orphanage, and wished the owner luck. the owner soon found out what they were talking about. zephyr would get out of his crib in the middle of the night, and he would wander around the orphanage until he knocked something over, or made enough noise for the owner to come running.
zephyr soon became too much trouble, and he was transferred to another orphanage at the age of five, just in time to go to school.
school was torture for zephyr. even in kindergarten, when the teachers are energetic, bubbly people who are always keeping the children moving. two months into school, zephyr had to go to the special education classroom, where everything was fast-paced and hands on. he spent both years of kindergarten in that room. the only other students he talked to during the day were the older gifted students, who would come in to help with his schoolwork once a week.
during recess, he ran around in a circle screaming. this was his way of entertaining himself. the other kids thought he was absolutely physco.
back at the orphanage, zephyr always had to be playing with some sort of toy. he had tons of toys for babies that were meant for teething, because he was constantly biting things. it was just something he liked to do. he was still very hyper.
as zephyr grew older, he only spent half the day in the special education class, the other half with the other children in his grade. teachers hated him. he was always talking out of turn, standing up and walking around the classroom, and just overall disrupting the class.
he was diagnosed with adhd and dyslexia half-way through grade one.
during grade three and two, zephyr began to get bullied by a group of students. zephyr’s hyper-active mind would make him increasingly angry at the students (that was what his special. ed teacher said, anyways). zephyr would literally rage quit at the students. he bit them, hit them and kicked them. which resulted in detentions. those were absolute torture. they were worse than time-out. absolute silence, not allowed to move, having to listen to the other kids run around outside. detentions also made him mad. during one of these many detentions, zephyr called the teacher a name he had heard an older student say. a very nasty word. let’s just say zephyr didn’t return to that school.
zephyr began grade four at a new school, and a new orphanage. this orphanage wasn’t as good as the others. the woman who ran it, mrs. snarf, didn’t understand that zephyr had disorders. she didn’t understand that it wasn’t zephyr’s fault when he couldn’t sit still during dinner. it wasn’t his fault when he couldn’t sit and do his homework with the rest of the children. mrs. snarf only verbally abused zephyr at first. that was something he was used to. zephyr was always ready with some sort of witty comment.
but one day, mrs. snarf cracked. she hit him. zephyr couldn’t take that. he knew he had to get out of there. and that was exactly what he did. he ran away that night. but he wasn’t very good at staying hidden, because a week after he ran away, the police found a skinny, hungry, crying eight year old boy who fit the descriptions that mrs. snarf had given.
zephyr was returned to mrs. snarf. zephyr gave up on getting out of the horrible place that was the only thing to call home. mrs. snarf began to hit him on a regular basis. it became a kind of schedule for zephyr. if he got a detention, failed a test or had a note sent home with him, he would get hit. if he came home with a suspension, it was worse. but we won’t get into details.
zephyr went through this throughout all of grade five. he had bruises everywhere, and he was miserable. but he still seemed happy and hyper. it was just the way he thought and acted. nothing was going to stop that.
one day mrs. snarf asked why he was so happy, if he was obviously hurting everywhere, and he was such a burden on her. zephyr told her it was because he didn’t care what she did to him, he would still be him. zephyr got his worst beating that day.
zephyr finally cracked after that. he ran away that night, and this time he was smart about it.
he had a feeling that if he went to a strawberry farm in New York, then he would find a home. he was right.
zephyr was claimed the second dionysus laid eyes on him.

*mirror image*
Physical Appearance: “i am the sexiest beast you will ever see.”
zephyr is a good mixture between skinny and muscular. he stands around six feet. he has fairly long legs, and arms. he looks rather gangly if you look at him straight on. he is quite handsome, in his own little way. he has a firm jaw, but a soft face.
Hair length
zephyr’s hair goes just to his ears. on the sides, and for most of his hair, it is fairly closely cropped without looking weird. his front hair is longer than the rest, again, without looking weird. he either spikes it up in the front, or he swishes it to the side.
Hair color
light brown
Eye color
blue-green
Complexion
zephyr is tanned, but other than that, his skin is pretty clear.
Any scars or tattoos
none
Style of clothing
casual.
zephyr is always wearing a beanie over his hair. he likes wearing graphic t-shirts with witty slogans on them. for pants he just wears skinny jeans. he wears converse, or dc shoes on his feet.
Visible accessories
a leather necklace with six beads

*the person*
Personality: “i am as charming as your knight in shining armor”
zephyr is always smiling. if he hasn’t laughed at least once in a day, the day has been wasted. he is always willing to brighten someone’s day, with a sarcastic remark, joke, or witty comment. he is rather clever, although he doesn’t really use his brain in situations. he still enjoys biting things. zephyr is a hopeless romantic, and is always looking for that perfect girl. he often gets lost in daydreams. he loves to imagine his own worlds, where he is the shining knight in armor, rescuing the damsel in distress. when zephyr has a girlfriend, she is the most important person in the world to him. he is very kind to her, and he loves going on romantic dates.
however, zephyr angers easily. he can sometimes hold his anger in (he’s developed that skill over the years), but other times it just explodes from him. he will literally rage quit. he can be rude, annoying and just plain out mean sometimes. he doesn’t think before he speaks, and that can lead to trouble. zephyr could not play sports if his life depended on it. zephyr scares very easily. he is always jumpy, as though mrs. snarf is always there, ready to hurt him.
also, he is the worst person to go to if you need someone to talk to. he cannot stand to sit and listen to other people’s problems, when he can’t even add a snarky comment every once in a while. zephyr has a strange need to always have human companionship. it’s probably from when he was a toddler, and his parents didn’t want him. if he is alone, he feels vulnerable, and scares much more easily. he is also somewhat clingy.
Fatal Flaw:
zephyr fails to see seriousness in situations. to him, everything is just a big joke, and he doesn’t know when it’s time to lose the smile.
Likes:
-biting things
-laughing
-being sarcastic
-making a fool out of himself
Dislikes:
-school
-sitting still
-not having human communication
-listening to people
-sports
Familiars:
none
*defense*
Talents: “i am the most talented person at this camp.”
zephyr can control wine-grape vines. if he is near them, he can control their movement. he can also make them grow from the ground, though it takes a lot of energy to do so.
if he is near any sort of fruit-bearing vine (such as grapes, strawberries etc.) the plant will grow faster. if he puts his mind to it, they can mature from a seed to a mature plant, thought that usually knocks him out for an hour.
Weapons: “my fists of fury”
zephyr isn’t really one for fighting, as training really takes too much patience. however, zephyr is naturally talented with a sword, and he chooses a celestial bronze sword in battle.
*random*
his colour is purple.