Darren Fonner~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Info ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Claimed: Yes or No
Mortal Family: First and Last Name/s
Sybil Fonner - Mother
Lisa Fonner - Sister
Years in Camp:first
Darren grew up on the shores of San Diego California, Enjoying the simple pleasures of surfing and parties. He never truly wondered who or what his father was, Growing up around other children in the same sort of situation he assumed it was normal. He and his sister were never close, Her being the daughter of some other guy her mom hooked up with back in the day. He loved his mom, despite some of the decisions she'd made in the past. Darren always partied, his first party was when he was fourteen, One of his cousins (An upperclassmen) invited him to a beachside bonfire. While there, he was pressured into a drinking game, them thinking he would pass out after the first two glasses. But to their surprise, he didn't pass out after the first ten. He wasn't even drunk! It was a weird gift, but he went with it. Earning the respect of all the other older kids, the life of partying was open to him.. And he went for it! Soon enough, partying led to meeting girls, making friends, and becoming one of the most popular kids in school! Who cared about grades when you have friends.. right?
While coming home from a late night out, he noticed the lights in his house off (nothing too suspicious, After all it WAS four in the morning). Sneaking inside from the back door, he slowly slumped upstairs to the living room. There, his dear friend the Sofa waited for him. While walking to the beckoning couch, he noticed a plate of cookies on the coffee table, a note written in pink crayon "For Darren, Love Mom". This was a pleasant surprise to him, so gleefully he munched on the cookies! Afterwards, He crashed out on the couch, falling asleep almost immediately after his head hit pillow. When he awoke, he was bumping around in the back seat of his moms station wagon. Utterly confused on what was going on, he tried to ask the only logical question he could think of "Wha..?"
, Peeking from the drivers seat of the car, His mother let out a sigh "hm.. Good morning Darren."
. Darren held his head. Very drousy for some reason, He let out a moan. "Why.. Am I so tired?"
His mother let out a chuckle for a moment "Well Dare-Bear, that's what three table spoons of Niquill will do to you!"
Darren looked at her a little shocked for a moment, confused at why she drugged him. " I knew something was up with those cookies!"
Darren looked to his mother in the rear-view mirror, frowning. "You mind explaining WHY I feel like I'm being kidnapped?"
. Darrens mother laughed once more, " I always dreaded the day I would have to explain this too you.."
. And so, Darrens mother explained to him the story of how her and the God of Wine Dionysus met. She told of the encounter at a local bar in Miami, having a one night stand with the man. At first she was un aware of the Gods identity, but after she discovered she was pregnant, He came to visit. He explained to her the amazing gift he had given to her (Tho Sybil found it more as a curse, to raise a child all alone.). He explained who he truly was, Demonstrating his power to her by summoning a Leopard.. And even growing a grape vine in her front lawn. He explained to her that once her boy had came of age, she was to take him to Camp Half-Blood." You Expect me to believe.. that some Geek God got you pregnant.. and that means I have to go to summer camp?"
. He let out a laugh for a moment, a little confused on the topic. His mother fell silent, continuing the long drive to Manhattan.
When they stopped for gas in Ohio, Darren noticed a strange man get out of the Blue Sadan that had been following them for a few miles. What is with this creep..
he thought to himself, The man was wearing some sort of bulky jacket, the hood pulled up. Darren couldn't quite make out his face, the Man avoiding eye contact. Darren looked to his mother paying in the station, So He got out of the car and went to the dirty bathroom. He ignored the man at first, thinking nothing of it. Darren entered the bathroom, going to shut the door. But a foot was keeping it open, Darren traced up the leg.. and noticed the man.. But it wasn't a man, it was the face of a woman... Actually it was a Mannequin head?! Darren let out a "WOAH" from shock as the head fell to the ground. The thing began to un zip his jacket, revealing a sort of grotesq face.. IN the Dudes chest! It had black skin, The thing let out a sort of gurgle. " I am a great warrior of the Blemmyia tribe!"
. Darren back up into a sink, looking at the man terrified " I demand that YOU, Son of Dionysus.. Give me your head!"
. Darren was at a loss for words, he couldn't even scream out for help. He was too terrified to even think. The beast waited for Darren, holding his arms out.. As if expecting him to just pop his noggin off and hand it over! Darren gulped for a moment, Before releasing one of the greatest dialogues the world has ever seen, "N-No."
. For a moment all was silent, the Monster just blinking it's pear sized eyeballs at him. Then, letting out a battle cry the monster lunged at Darren! He ducked for a moment, darting past him as the thing fell into the sink. Then making a sprint for the door, Darren noticed his mother look around the car. He ran for it, hightailing it right into the passenger seat. His mother got in slowly, looking at him with a curious gaze. "What's wrong Dare-Bear, someone forget to flush?"
She laughed as if she made a joke, Darren letting out a fake laugh while nervously watching the bathroom door. "N-No.. But I think I'm suddenly excited to go to summer camp.."
. His mother smiled while she started the car and continued on the drive. " I knew you'd see it my way." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Physical Appearance
Darren has flowing brown hair, usually in a tangled mess. He has brown eyes, with bushy looking eyebrows. He stands at about 6'5. He is well built, from all the surfing and weight lifting he did at home, To keep that Beach-Boy physic. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Personality
Darren is a care-free partier, He can never resist the urge to dance or fool around. He is usually a very funny guy, trying to impress or make friends were ever he can. He covers up his lack of intelligence by trying to make people laugh. He can never resist a game, and always tries too hard to win.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~
Fatal Flaw: His fatal flaw would have to be lack of will-power. He has no restraint when it comes to certain things, no matter how hard he tries. ~
Unlocked Talents: He is unable to become intoxicated. He can speak to big cats! Darren is very good at playing card games.~
The send people into short term states of madness. To cause someone to feel and act intoxicated.~
Weapons: Maces ~
Year-Round or Summer: Year round. (with the occasional trip home)~