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Name:
Valentine Avery Brown
Age/Birthday:
16/Febuary 19th
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Phobos
Claimed:
 Yes
Mortal Family:
Mother-Neely Brown 32 years old
Years in Camp:
 2
Brief History:
My name is Val. I was born in a small town in London. My mom was a teenager when she had me. She said that she met my dad on halloween, and I guess they hit it off, because... Well, I'm here. She said that Dad couldn't handle the pressure of being a dad, so he bailed. I wasn't always a good kid, I did a lot of "stupid, reckless" stuff. I hung out with the danger-seeking crowd. Almost all of my friends were boys; girls were too squeamish for me. When I was about thirteen, a weird kid befrended me. I don't know why, but he seemed pretty brave about my weird hobbies. Sometimes, when I touch people', tey act really funny. One boy ran off, screaming about his dad; another kid about spiders. When that weird kid brought me to camp, I found out that this was my power. Thanks dad. I like camp, honestly. All the kids here seem to get me on some level, though some refer to me as "The weird daughter of Ares."  I've never had a home quite like this.
Physical Appearance:
(Playby-Alexina Graham) I'm 5' 5" tall. I'm skinny and have dramatic sharp cheekbones. I've got long, red hair, with light brown highlights. I'm thinking of cutting it shorter. I have golden-hazel eyes, and long lashes. 20/20 vision! I have cream colored teeth that are mostly straight, and lips on the thin side of average.
I have a mostly heart shaped face with a pointy chin. I'm on the pale side of things, no matter how long I spend outside. (At least I'm not ghostly like those hades kids.)
Personality: 
Most would call my most prominent personality trait "Freaky" or "Scary" But I'd call it brave. I'm not some dumb jock, I just find bravery important. I'm pretty confident, and I stand up for what I believe in. I'm definatly an ENTJ, which means I'm a natural born leader. I take that result with pleasure. I like camp because it gives me a chance to meet people as crazy as I am. As brave as-Nah, nobody here is as brave as I am. I hope I get a sibling someday, but I figure that Dad isn't gonna have another kid.
Fatal Flaw:
Too willing to do something stupid to prove bravery; may scare awaypossible friends; at times too arrogant.
Pets:
 A kitten named spider. (I know it's lame, but she's so CUTE. Also, my mom wouldn't let me get a real spider)
Talents:
I can make people see an illusion of their fears by touch. (Must be through contact, and I can't to it to more that two people at a time.)
Weapons:
 I have a dagger that I like.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year round
Other:
None

Name:
Violet Anne Paris
Age/Birthday:
9/January 13th
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Mr. D
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Maya Paris-Mother-38
Years in Camp:
 0
Brief History:
Hello. I'm Violet, this is Gianne. We were born in Alaska. When I started talking to Gianne, Mr. Doctor didn't like her, did he Gianne? No, no! We went to special classes. I liked reading stories to Gianne. I pretended I read them to the teacher, didn't I Gianne. But I read them to you. When we were seven, they put us with the other kids. Those kids didn't like her either. Well, I didn't like them, did I? Mommy asked me to forget Gianne, but I like her. I'd never forget her. The medicines we took when we were eight made her fuzzy and scared. I cried, and we didn't take them anymore, Gianne. No more. I like learning new things. It's fun. We just got to camp, didn't we Gianne? I like camp. Daddy is nice. My favorite part of camp is my siblings; Don't tell the others, but Gianne is still my favorite sister. Yesterday I found a rock that I used to hit a zombie with. I don't like using my sword on the zombies. Ick!
Physical Appearance:
 I have copper hair that I keep really long. When I was little I had bangs, but I Gianne didn't like them. I have really dark blue eyes. My freckles are all over my nose and cheeks. I'm pretty pale. My lips are pale pink and medium thickness. I part my hair on the side. I'm 4' 7" and 70 pounds. (Playby Kathryn Cooke)
Personality:
My main personality trait is Kind. I'm an ESFJ; Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging. I try to be nice to people because I saw how hurt Gianna got when people made fun of us. I like learning a whole lot, esspecially stories. I love chocolate. Pop is gross though; I don't like the fizz.
Fatal Flaw:
Violet can see and hear Gianne. (In not so nice words: Crazy)
Pets:
 None
Talents:
 When she gets older, will be able to show others her madness/Gianne.
Weapons:
 A sword

I can't see what that says.

it says accepted

COLOR: #CC6600

Note: This character is a tribute to my mother's late father, Vern Johnson.

* birth certificate




Name: Vern Adam Kelser
Nicknames: None
Age: 15
Place of Birth: Duluth, MN
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Mortal Family: Vern Adam Kelser Sr.-Father; Isabella Joy Kelser-Younger sister; Miranda Titania Kelser-Stepmom
Claimed or Unclaimed:Unclaimed




* camp life




Year-Round or Summer Camper: Year round camper
Years at Camp: 5
History: Hey there; I'm Vern. I was born and raised in Duluth MN. It is freezing cold there. When I was little, my mom left my dad and I. He was pretty shaken up about it, but I don't really remember her.
One day, when I was five-ish, I found a letter in my dad's drawer, from my mom. It was a love poem. It was beautiful. She sounded like the type of lady who would be great at raising a family, but I don't know, I guess she couldn't stay. Everything I know about her, I leared from the seventeen letters that she wrote. The final one wasn't a poem. It was a letter saying that she had to... leave us. It was ripped into three chunks, but taped back together. To me, that tape means that my dad forgave her, at least a little.
When I was a few months short of seven, my dad married Miranda. Miranda wasn't like stepmoms in the disney movies that Isabella watched. She was pretty nice. Isabella is Miranda's daughter from a previous marrage. She's six months younger than me, and it showed. We used to play in the snow, but I assume she's past that now. She never really liked me.
When I was ten, I found the seventeenth letter in the drawer. It was dated as the last letter. It was hidden at the back, and resealed. I opened it and realized why. It was adressed to me, and said:
"My dearest son; my love you've won
I hate to leave you, dearest son.
The skies have called; I must return
The blessing of your mother earn.
Half blooded human; half of me:
My son to fill his destiny.
Camp Half Blood
It had some coordinates, and when I showed my dad, he cried. Yeah, a grown man just sat on the couch and cried. He took me to camp. When I got there, I couldn't believe it; it seemed unreal.
I used to be a summer camper, but since three years ago, I've been a year round camper.
I was at home, eating cheerios and Isabella was teasing me about being "girl-crazy." Out of the blue, a beast broke through the back door. Izzy screamed and ducked under the table. I pulled off my ring and squeezed the button, making my sword grow. I swiped at it, and it ran off into the living room. I chased after it, realizing that my dad was in there.  The beast didn't make it. My dad was paralized ever since. After the doctor said that he wouldn't ever walk again, I knew I couldn't stay with my family. I didn't even say goodbye to my friends. I just left. I couldn't face anyone after that.




* the psyche




Personality: Vern is a sweetheart. He is a true romantic at heart. He loves love. He is charming and smooth. Even without trying, he flirts. This usually is met with mixed results. Some think it's adorable and romantic, others think he's a player. He doesn't try, he just sees it as "being friendly."
Vern is honest. Some see it as blunt or rude, but he tries to be genuine. He finds lies messy and just a bad idea. That doesn't mean he never tells a white lie, but in general, he is just honest. He does, however expect others to be honest, and can be easily manipulated.
Vern is simple. He isn't stupid, but he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. He is just innocent and easily manipulated. If someone said somthing, Vern will most likely accept it at face value. He doesn't get the concept of "ulterior motives"
Vern is emotionally driven. If sombody, even someone with the nicest of intentions, critisizes him, he will take it to heart. He sees no other reason for someone to critisize him than to hurt him. He wouldn't see that person the same way again.
Fatal Flaw: Vern is easily manipulated.
Likes: Meeting new people, sword fighting, whoever he currently is in love with.
Dislikes: Coffee, haters, running.



* the appearance




Physical Description: I am 5 feet, 7 inches tall. I'm skinny, with a bit of muscle. I have a hint of abs, but I don't do enough situps to cultivate them. I wish I had biceps, but I don't.
I have dark brown hair that I keep longish. It's usually slightly frizzy untill I brush it down. I use a bit of gel on my bad days.
My eyes are pale blue. They are medium sized. My eyebrows are excellently shaped, and lighter than the rest of my hair. My eyelashes are pretty long, and almost black.
My lips are pretty small, and the pink hue stands out against my pale skin. I'm pretty lucky, accually. I don't have as bad of skin as some teens do. My teeth are straight, thanks to the braces I wore in third grade.  
Dressing Style: Vern wears colored tshirts a lot. He likes to wear black skinny jeans on most occasions. You'll never find him without his ring that turns into a full sized sword.




* the defensive system




Demigod Talents: Good with a sword, and in his words, "Good with the ladies. *Wink"
Weapons: A ring that turns into a sword
Pets: None




* the puppet master
(for new members only)




Name/Alias: Vewie
Interests: Acting, reading, writing.
How you found this site: Emzink, told me that it helped her typing skills and that it was fun.

Hi! I already have the claim over Shailene Woodley, and I'd prefer it if you didn't use her without asking first. Thank you!

I'm so sorry, I didn't see that she was taken. I've updated Valentine.

Could someone please accept Vern? It's been awhile since he was done...

vern's cool; accepted