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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:39 pm
Mathieu Renard | ISTJ
Age/Birthday: "I'm nineteen, and my birthday is February 14th. I'm almost out of camp. It's sad, but that's life. You have to keep going." Gender: "I'm a dude." God Parent: "i'm a son of Aphrodite, Goddess of love. What a stupid concept, though." Claimed: "It was pretty obvious who my parent was. I was attractive, and people were drawn to me for no apparent reason. Still, I wasn't claimed immediately. It took something like a week before my mom paid me attention." Mortal Family: "I don't have any." Mathieu is the eldest of three sons of Olivier Renard, however Mathieu is the only one who was born to Aphrodite. The family lived rather happily and quietly in a very rural setting in the country of south France. His youngest brother, Antoine, has always looked up to Matt for being extraordinary, but the middle child, Nicolas, despised Mathieu. Whether it was due to jealousy or disgust was unclear. Mathieu's mom, who was not his real mom, unfortunately, died of cancer his freshman year of high school. Her name was Martha, and she meant everything to Mathieu. Even though she was not his mother biologically, he always thought her to be. He didn't know that she was not his real mother until she got sick. Before she died, he was happy. His powers were repressed, his attitude positive. After she died, was a different issue. Years in Camp: "I'm actually fairly new. My family did not move to the USA until late." Brief History: //"When I was little, everything was fine. Maybe I just went wrong somewhere."//
Tik. Tak. Tik. Tak. The window's voice was enabled by the rain's collision. Mathieu, a little over 14, sat on a small trunk near the window. Sitting on top of the trunk, along with himself, were a couple pillows and a small key. Mat's eyes focused straight forward at the crying glass, unblinking, and unmoving. His mind was a river of thoughts, each fleeting thought being chased away by a new one. One thought occurred much more often than the others, and its presence sent chills up and down Mat's spine. He tried not to let it get to him, but it was almost impossible. His mom was everything to him. He couldn't just pass her off, acting like what was happening didn't affect him. A small sound at the door made Mathieu peel his eyes from the window. His head swiveled and locked onto the form of a child, a couple years younger than himself. As the child stepped into the little light that was let in through the window, Mat saw the form of his brother, Antoine. The boy had obviously been crying. It hurt Mat even more than he already was to see his poor little brother's tears. Mat scooted over on the trunk and patted the spot beside him. Antoine scrambled over and hiked himself up, planting himself right beside his big brother. And then together the two boys watched the window, silently.
//"And then, shortly after that, she was gone. During her illness, my dad made me aware of who I was. But, I didn't care. I guess you could say I kind of shut the world off, except for my studies."//
Mathieu was attending Collège Stanislas de Paris, sort of boarding school for french students. Of course, it just had to be a religious school. His dad was a little bit insistent that Mat went to a school with religion. But the fact was, Mathieu was almost the opposite of interested in religion. He loved to read all sorts of books about human evolution. It simply fascinated him. So, when he was not in classes, and instead staying in his room, that's what he did. Mathieu's dorm mate was a rather fox-faced boy with short and wild blond hair. When the boy, Aramis, had free time, he was hardly in the room with Mathieu, so the boys didn't know each other too well. The dorms at Collège Stanislas de Paris were strictly for males, giving the school a reputation for being sexist, but Mathieu's dad was more concerned for his catholic education than for the reputation of the school. Mathieu was quite the opposite of Aramis. He stayed in his room almost always, except for frequent visits to the library and to his classes. He hardly ever responded to letters from his family, even from Antoine. During his time in school and isolation, Mathieu grew rather bitter and cold.
//"Because the Olympic gods are not centered in America, for whatever reason, I wasn't targeted by monsters very much. They say that when you know you're a demigod you have the scent. Well, when I found out, monsters didn't exactly swarm me. But, I did notice that people seemed to pay a lot more attention, even if I didn't want them."//
"Non, Martin," Mathieu said, for the fifth time. Martin had spent the last thirty minutes in class trying to persuade him to go to the dance with him. However much Mathieu insisted that he would not be attending, Martin did not seem put-out. In fact, his insistence made him insistent as well. Finally, class was dismissed. Mathieu got his things together quickly and dashed out of the classroom. While in the hallway, traveling to his next class, he started to think. It wasn't just Martin that had asked him that day, either. In each of his classes, there was at least one person that asked him, and it was always the one sitting nearest to him. Snapping out of it, he shook his head. He continued down the hall, glancing at the students faces as they passed. Every time a student got near him, they flicked him a smile or watched him intensely until he had passed. Mathieu found this behavior extremely ordinary, and quickened his pace to his next class. Once he reached the classroom, he sat in the very back corner, furthest from the door, in hopes that nobody would sit by him. Of course, with the proportion of students to desks, he had several people sitting by him. As class went on, Mat focused on the lesson. But every now and then, he caught people peeking at him. And, sure enough, before class was out, Mat had three papers on his desk from Gerard, and even Jean. All asking him to the dance. Mathieu gawked at the papers. What was up?
//"It wasn't until later that I realized I had something going on. Some sort of curse, I guess you could say. Anyway, a couple of months later, my dad abruptly pulled me out of school. My siblings too. He announced that we were all moving to America."//
Years in Camp: "I've not been here long. Perhaps half of a year." Physical Appearance: "I'm a son of Aphrodite. Is that enough of an answer?" Mathieu, as much as he would like to think, is not the most perfect looking man in the world. Although he has some attractive features, there are flaws to him, as well.
Mathieu has an odd coloration of brown hair. Although mostly the typical chocolate, some parts of his hair range from very dark brown to an almost golden-brown color. His hair wouldn't be classified as short, exactly, but it is not so long as to flow down past his ears. Usually his hair would be styled backwards, pushed away from his face and downward. His hair is also kind of wild, unless he takes time to comb it down. It points in many directions, but somehow doesn't look completely out of place on his head.
The coloration of Mathieu's eyes are a somewhat unremarkable brown. However, his eyes are one of his features that would easily make someone intimidated when looking at him. A little elongated, his eyes squint in an appearance that would suggest he was looking skeptically at something. His eyebrows are thick and curved to enhance the intimidating feature of his eyes. Perfectly symmetrical on the upper orbital of the eye, his eyebrows give him a distinct masculine facial structure, along with a rather large and protruding frontal bone and a well-sculpted mandible. Mathieu also tends to have a fair amount of stubble running from his chin to his sideburns. More often than he'd like, he is also bothered by unflattering pimples, especially on his cheeks and nose. Mathieu's nose is larger than he would like, not extending lengthwise but rather hefty in width.
Mathieu stands at 6'1", or almost 1.9 meters tall. He weighs 162 lbs, or 73.5 kg. He tries hard to keep his mind in ship-shape, and struggles to do the same for his body. He tries to make it a routine to visit the gym often, but some days he forgets, and others he simply doesn't feel like it. Therefore he is in the middle of the average weight class for his height. He has muscled arms and shoulders and pectorals, but that requires lifting weights, which is not his ideal work out. Mostly, Mathieu likes to punch a punching bag for his frustration, or just go on a long run. Mathieu's skin is somewhere between pink and pasty. His activities did not require that he get much sun, so tanning is not a thing that he does. However, being a son of Aphrodite, his vanity can get to him. Once every couple of weeks Mat will spend a long while on the beach, bathing in the sun. Personality: "Who cares?" Mathieu's patience is confusingly complicated. Social interaction is not at the top of his priorities, therefore neither is his patience. Anger can come easily to him, and nobody would want to be around to see him when he's mad. It isn't that he is getting mad at nothing, but rather that he gets annoyed with things that are not of his interest. Annoyance soon bubbles into impatience which boils into frustration.
That being said, Mathieu can also be very controlled. Ideally, this would be with no social interaction, but he can also find himself to be emotionally controlled in conversations that peak his interests. When he is in control of his unattended anger issues, he can be quite charming, and, oddly, even a little bit amiable. He has made many enemies in his life, and few friends. If he takes a liking to you, there is something respectable about you. Well, that or you are equally cynical and share his ideas.
Though the same can not be said about a majority of Mat's siblings, this particular son of Aphrodite is extremely intelligent. Having gone to catholic school has made Mathieu's rebellious attitude channel his learning into the most opposing thing to Christianity and religion that he could find; evolution. He studied all sorts of theories about the universe. Although he did read a fair amount of physics, Mat took a liking to physical anthropology and the development of early hominids. Mat's knowledge could possibly meet that of an Athena camper, and, although focused to specific areas, he also knows general knowledge about a great variety of fields.
This intelligence goes hand-in-hand with Mathieu's analytical thinking. When he is not emotionally compromised, Mathieu remains in the background of things, always analyzing surroundings, people's body language, and key elements. Mathieu tends to be a think-before-acting kind of guy, and despises any action taken without giving considerable thought. Even though this can have its drawbacks, Mathieu prefers this method.
Two of Mathieu's somewhat conflicting personality traits are his distrust and his honesty. However, it isn't exactly the best honesty. Mat is radically honest. He never tells lies, not even white lies to spare emotions. The way he sees it, honesty is his only way of personal redemption for any other deeds of deceit. Mathieu's distrust of people stems from the fact that he knows others are nothing like himself. He knows that people will lie, cheat, and steal to get what they want. Although Mat sometimes cheats and steals, he is different in that he has nothing to gain from it that he would find particularly important. He knows that people are dangerous, and therefore he keeps them at arms length at all times.
Lastly, Mat is stubborn. No matter which decision, once Mathieu decides, the decision is final. There is no moving this guy, he will argue his view until he gets whatever it is that he is looking for. Sometimes, he might even go out of his way to prove others wrong, or use his cunning abilities to persuade the other party. Either way, Mat is persistent towards achieving any goals he might have, or winning any arguments. He also likes to do this on his own. He is headstrong about solitude and believes that independence is key to becoming strong. He hates to admit fault and detests even more to ask for assistance. Fatal Flaw: Mathieu's fatal flaw is definitely Hubris. The fact that he thinks that he can analyze the lethality of a situation goes to show just how much Mathieu's own head can mislead him, and that he is foolish. Moreover, his desire to be intelligent and always valid can drive the boy to forget his analytic thinking, and dive into dangerous situations that he had not foreseen. An example of this would be if Mathieu's pride was insulted. He might forget his entire way of thinking things through and delve right into provoking an enemy in order to prove his independence and intellectual and maybe even physical strength. Pets: "Pets are a nuisance." Talents Abilites: "I have the ability to make you shut up." Mathieu's power is a strange, but extraordinary enigma. Mathieu emits something called pheromones. A pheromone is a secreted or excreted chemical factor that triggers a social response in members of the same species. In Mathieu's particular case, being a son of Aphrodite, his pheromones provoke the subject who smells them to become sexually infatuated with Mathieu. On occasion, like when he was in school, this can happen on accident. Mathieu has gotten better at controlling it recently, and often uses it to his advantage. The pheromones often smell like cinnamon to the subject, but can also smell like any scent that the subject finds alluring. Fro mtime to time, Mathieu has been known to take advantage of people who have fallen into his trap, by promising rewards if favors are done for him. In the end, Mathieu would give no reward. Talents:"This is the dumbest questionnaire ever." Mathieu is quite a talented hand-to-hand fighter, if it ever comes to it. Admittedly, he can not swim, but he loves to run and he is great at jumping hurdles. On the intellectual side, Mathieu is good at simple deductions, enjoying the works of Sherlock Holmes. He is also good at logical thinking puzzles and problem-solving. Weapons: "Usually I fight with a spear and a shield. It allows me to keep my distance but also not be too far. If things get rough, I might carry a dagger on me." Year-round or summer:Year-round. Other:Mathieu's powers will be used in great moderation.They will NOT affect anyone from whom I have not had prior permission.
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:39 pm
Emma Jean Faye | INTJ
Age/Birthday: "I'm seventeen, born on January 12th." Gender: "Female. My sex is female too, in case the interview needed to know that as well." God Parent: "I'm a daughter of Athena, but people usually say I am a daughter of Khione because I am so cold, though I'm not as cold as everyone assumes." Claimed: "Of course. How else would I know? Though, I am very intelligent, so I guess it was obvious. Why are you writing that down like it's a bad thing. You shouldn't be writing," Mortal Family:"Just my dad. He left me with a neighbor when I was only seven. My neighbor never fully understood me. She never wanted a kid, and so she didn't treat me like one. It was always as if I was her house mate. Chores, occasionally kicking me out for a while in which those times I would go to my friend Nelly's house. She was my only friend from high school. Everyone else called me a freak or mortitia." Years in Camp: "I have been in camp for two years. I know, it's a late arrival for some, but I didn't find out who I was until freshman year in high school." Brief History: "Well, like I said, my dad left..."
Emma wandered into the living room, Christmas day, rubbing her eyes from the night's sleep previously. She had tossed and turned in anticipation for Santa's arrival until she final got some shut-eye. She immediately came downstairs when she woke up, still in her skeleton man pajamas. She padded into the kitchen, looking for Poppa, but the house was silent and he couldn't be found. She checked the den as well, and found him standing by the front door. "...Poppa?" she asked, curiously. There were no presents, no tree, nothing. This confused her greatly. They usually always had a Christmas tree. "Poppa, wha-" Poppa cut her off sharply. "Santa skipped us. You have to wait with the neighbors while I drive and make him come back." Emma, following her father out the door, was curious as to how he planned to do that. "He lives in the North Pole, though!" she giggled, amused at Poppa's remark. They walked across the lawn to the neighbor's house and Pop knocked on the door. "I have my Christmas magic. It won't take that long," he said, winking. Poppa's wink always made Emma smile, like it did now. She waved to her dad as he began to drive down the street, and the neighbor patted her on the back and ushered her back inside. Minutes passed...hours...days...Poppa never came back, and Emma was never the same.
"...And like I said, my neighbor didn't appreciate getting stuck with a kid. But still, I went to school regularly, and having nothing to lose, excelled. More than the other kids. In high school is where it got really interesting...
It was a normal day. Kids smoking, and making out. High school. All the while Emma was standing in the surrounding woods, across the parking lot from the high school, after school had let out. She knelt down and brushed away a fallen leaf, squinting at the small pellet lying in front of her. Indeed, it was an owl pellet, what she was looking for. She reached in her back jeans pocket and snapped on a glove she had taken from the biology room. Picking it up delicately, she placed it in a small Ziploc bag which she then placed in her back pack. Perfection. She loved looking at the bones and trying to see how many different mouses' skeletons lied within. A quick call from the edge of the wood snapped Emma back into reality. "Emma, why don't you stop being you for one second so we can walk home together," Nelly called. Emma raised an eyebrow. "I don't understand, how can I stop being me?" she questioned. "It was a joke, hon. Now come on," she smiled, shaking her head. Typical Emma. "I will catch you in a minute," Emma called. Nelly shrugged and began to walk home. Emma shifted her back pack onto her shoulder, and did another quick sweep of the ground. Spotting something strange, she snapped on a new pair of gloves and walked over carefully. She strayed further than usual from the edge of the forest and bent over and touched the object. Felt like bone. Removing it from the pile of leaves, a skull stared back at Emma. Emma raised her eyebrows, but did not drop the skull. Instead, she began to look over it, interested. An actual human skull. This, she never got to see. She looked around. How did it die? That was a question for the authorities, but her answer shoved her backwards and the skull rolled away. She looked up and saw, standing above the skull, a huge beast of myths and legends that she never believed to ever exist. The existence of such creatures was silly, and yet here one was. A harpy. With sharp teeth, able to make such marks on the skull she had seen. Emma turned and began to sprint, but the harpy grabbed her leg. Emma tripped, but grabbed a fallen branch and as the harpy pulled Emma closer, Emma turned and swung out, and the harpy shuddered into dust.
"...It was the weirdest incident, running into a harpy, but that's when I traveled to camp. A satyr found me about two days later, and was amazed, apparently, that I wasn't traumatized from seeing the skull. On the contrary, I found it interesting."
Physical Appearance: "I'm beautiful, of course." Starting from the top. Emma has light brown hair that is slightly naturally curly that falls down to her shoulders, though she prefers to straighten it. Other than that, she doesn't usually try to compliment her appearance with makeup. Her facial features are sharp and prominent, and she has beautiful, sharp, clear eyes. Her skin is slightly tanned and she stands at 5'6". She is skinny, and fleet footed. Her usual style of clothing...she doesn't have one. She wears whatever looks fine.
Personality: "I have a charming personality." Emma doesn't have the best personality, but it isn't without reason. People call her abrasive, but really, it is just due to past events. She comes off as cold and seems to have no sense of humor, but really she only has lack of social interaction and therefore is bad at communicating her thoughts to another person. After she warms up to you, she isn't as defensive of herself, and a little more lenient. Basically, she has a hard outer shell, and inside is still cold, but friendly, and even though she comes off as dull and insensitive, she is actually just not afraid to speak her mind. She can get very protective when her past is mentioned, or, if you are close with her, she can get very sentimental. The way she describes it, her closest personal relationships have been with dead things. Mouse bones that tell of how they lived when they were alive. Markers showing how they died. Emma can relate to almost anything, but she definitely won't tell you that. To wrap it up, she is somewhat a poor soul.
Fatal Flaw: Lack of judgement. She can't judge a situation that is dangerous as such. For example, she couldn't tell that the human skull was a bad sign, until things got ugly. Pets: "Why would I keep pets??" Talents: "I'm not talented, only smart and rational. I am familiar with the bones and the human body, and wish to be a doctor or something when I grow up. Other than that, I lack in the talent department." Weapons: "I just use a bronze bat. Collapsible of course, but effective. Why should you need anything fancy?" Year-Round or Summer: "Year-round. My neighbors didn't want me then, they don't want me now. I have nothing to go back to." Other: Reserved for changes
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:39 pm
Belle Neige | INFJ
Name: Isabelle Neige (Goes by Belle) Age/Birthday: 18, January 22 Gender: Female God Parent: Khione Claimed: Yes Mortal Family: Xavier Neige Years in Camp: 3
Brief History: "I lived in France for years. I grew up with many people around and learned many manners while I was over there. Sadly, our family began to spread toward America. My dad was hesitant to move to America, but we needed to be closer to our family, so we left to Quebec. Besides, Dad liked the idea of being closer to my mom, Khione. We were even happier there than at France, so we stayed. Dad received visits frequently from mom, since she had more time on her hands than some of the other gods or goddesses. I never met mom, though. I was almost always at a boarding school in downtown Montreal. That place was pretty lame, though mom still watched over me. I know because one guy, my ex boyfriend, abused me when I broke up with him. The next day he had to switch rooms because his furniture was frozen over. That was some pretty funny times, besides the abused part. Anyway, when I turned 13, I think, I said good bye to dad, and made my way to camp half blood. My mom had told dad that place was a safe haven for people like me, so dad drove me there himself." Physical Appearance: "I have long blonde hair that is usually up in a pony tail. I have icy blue eyes that are very piercing, and I hate it when people mention them. I am very slender and tall and have a scar across my back from when my boyfriend threw a pot and it shattered, and a piece scratched me. I have sharp features and nimble fingers and my skin is pale and cold.My bangs curve around my eye so I can see pretty well. Over all, I would say I am pretty, but I don't think I'm actually too pretty. Just...normal, I suppose." Personality: "I think I can be pretty snappy if someone is rude toward me. I am a lonely person, but have manners, and I am not shy at all. I am VERY cautious toward relationships, reflecting back on my ex, but if I feel that the person I am dating is okay, it can get nice. I have almost no mercy and make for a strong hunter. When someone gets on my bad side, they stay there, but I am very loyal to my other close friends. I know, I am a mix of weird things. Let me sum it up. Great friend, great enemy, not wimpy, good spirited and love to love, but hate to love but not be loved." Fatal Flaw: "I always feel the need to break the rules behind someone's back. You know. Go against the majority. I think I might have fought against Kronos though. Mainly because it seemed like more demigods supported him instead. Pets: Snowy Owl Talents: "Archery, Climbing, hating people who have been bad to me" Weapons: White bow and arrows with tips made of un-melting ice. Year-Round or Summer: Year-round, of course! Must stay for winter! Other: Favorite places to hang are the winter festival, lake, cabin courtyard, beach.
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:41 pm
Tessa Hibbins | ESFJ
Age/Birthday:"The 16th of October. Every year, my birthday is coupled with Halloween decorations, costumes, and haunted houses. I've learned to love it all. I'm eighteen, so unfortunately society has forced me to stop trick-or-treating. But I love parties. Well... I mean, I'm kind of eighteen." Gender: Female God Parent: "Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft." Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Tessa has a father, from whom her bloodline can be traced all the way back to Mistress Ann Hibbins. Ann Hibbins was a witch convicted in a witch trial, in Boston which preceded the Salem Witch Trials. She had valued this branch of her family above most anything, until she was told about her mother. Her mother, Goddess of witchcraft, brought to truth only what Tessa could have imagined; she was a witch. Tessa's father, Benjamin, was a kind man but he was a very popular guy. He had strike-dead good looks and a charm to match; any women was useless to resist him. Despite this, he never took advantage of anyone. Being the gentleman he was, he was very careful about who he fell for, and what kind of woman he chose. Well, it so happened that Hecate caught his eye and things spiraled from there. Benjamin wasn't an upperclass citizen, but he did have manners, plus his good looks often got him some very influential contacts, so the family never went without meals or friends. Tessa also has a brother named Simon. Simon was her younger brother, and she felt an inclination to always have him in her sights. The interesting thing about Simon was that they shared a father, but not the same mother. They were only siblings in their mortal blood. Their immortal blood was not at all related, and therefore were only half-siblings. Benjamin tried hard to treat his kids as best as he could like normal children. It wasn't normal for one man to be the father of halfbloods, let alone halfbloods with different divine parents. To say that Tessa and Simon got along would be the wrong word. It was more like they survived whilst in each other's presence. Tessa always found Simon to be particularly annoying, and Simon always found Tessa to be snotty. The two loved each other, despite all differences between them, and had a deep bond that they shared throughout their lives. Years in Camp: "Simon and I have been here for just a little under a year."
Brief History: //"When I was little, my father and mother both decided to name me after my grandmother's side, and my brother after my grandfather's side, in order to preserve and embrace both parts of our family. When we were young, my brother and I seemed to have had a better relationship. But, as we grew up and became more aware of things, we started growing apart."//
"Tessa, why not?!" Simon demanded of her, pouting. Tessa rolled her eyes. When Simon pouted, his already puffy cheeks just inflated more, and it was not cute. In fact, it made him look quite bloated, like a sort of pufferfish. Unflattering, it would not sway Tessa. "Simply because, brother, I do not wish to," Tessa replied. Her hand grabbed the top of her pale green dress and began to scurry away, as fast as her feet would take her, without breaking into a run, as it was unladylike to display yourself in such a fashion. She made her way up the steps of their farm-house and walked inside, her blond curls bouncing up and down as she walked, taunting little Simon. She closed the wooden door, and grabbed the large, brass key from the ring beside the door. Sticking it in the lock, she wiggled it around until she heard the lock click, and then giggled. Her laughs were like bells, silver and jingling from a dangling rope overhead. Tessa moved over to the window and pulled aside the large curtain. Simon was standing alone outside with none but a chicken to keep him company. Only two years younger, but much less mature, she found Simon to be one of the most pestering and annoying children around. She much preferred to play alone, or have her aunt Elizabeth to teach her to sew. She was becoming quite good. In fact, Tessa was just about to drop the curtain and go get her sewing supplies when Simon made a move. Her brown eyes watched as he climbed up the stairs of the house with difficulty and grabbed the handle of the front door. It made a chink sound, but no budge. She heard the wooden frame wiggle back and forth as he tried to open it. No budge. Tessa laughed again. Simon was probably the only living being on Earth that she would be mean to, merely because she valued her own time without him.
//"Looking back on it, I feel really bad. I shouldn't have been so cruel to him. After a while, when I was an adolescent older than that, but younger than I am now, my father told me about my mother. He told me I was a witch, but it had nothing to do with mistress Hibbins in the colonies. It was Hecate."//
It was magic. It couldn't have been anything else. The sky does not light up anything but blue. And certainly not in the middle of the night, under the supervision of the silver moon. Yet there was a green light in the sky, in the shape of abstract lines. Tessa looked down from the sky at her father. His handsome smile shone pearls, and his eyes twinkled just like the stars. It was all true. All that Tessa used to talk about the witches in the colonies, about witches in the Africa. It was true. Tessa was a witch. And her father had known about it, and accepted it. She wasn't going to be shamed or shunned. Tessa looked down at her hands. What wonders could she do with these hands, so seemingly ordinary before? What power did she hold, waiting to be discovered?
//"Anyway, as we grew, Simon formed ideals that were simply ludicrous. When the war started, everyone erupted in panic. It was terrifying, really. All of England was crazed. Benjamin knew that we would be safe in the farm house, out in the country and away from the danger of the large city. But Benjamin could not have saved Simon from himself. Simon got the crazy idea that he would be able to help with the war, and that he would enlist. It was ridiculous. If you would have seen Simon, you would know. He was about as fit as a twig, and would be broken just as easily. Sure there have been wars, but never before had there been a World War. I had to do something, you know? Simon would be destroyed if he joined the army. I had to stop him. Just because he was a little annoying didn't mean I didn't love him, and would let him go and get killed."//
The car was all packed. Tessa had never ridden in a car before, and was excited, but not excited enough to overlook how solemn the situation was. The bags had been hoisted and fit snugly into the car's floorboard. Tessa stood at the side of the door, adorned in a purple dress that fell to her feet, with the smallest of puffs at her shoulders. She wore no hat, but clutched it firmly in her black-gloved hands. She had really grown up, and was quite a sight to see with fair pale skin and beautiful blond curls and a smile that any man would pay to see. However, her radiantly pink lips smiled not now. The corners of her mouth were drooped to the ground, and her eyes watched with sadness as her brother emerged from the farmhouse. His appearance contrasted greatly with those of Tessa's. His eyebrows were furrowed angrily, and his face was blotched with red from contortion by anger. He still did not look quite grown up yet, but was much older and visibly changed. He was furious with something, and Tessa knew what. As he approached the car, his gaze did not ever meet the girl's. He blew right past her and got into the vehicle, sitting down and crossing his arms in front of him. The whole time Tessa had watched her brother, but now she looked back at the house. Her father stood on the porch, his hands tucked into his pockets. He wore an expression similar to Tessa's, not Simon's. He was losing his children, and it was breaking him.
//"We got in a car and were taken to the port. Simon didn't speak to me the whole ride. We had two tickets to America, and then money to buy two train tickets from there. We took a boat and arrived in New York, and then found the station and got two one-ways to a place called the Lotus Inn. It was a small building, when we first arrived, in the middle of a small city in a desert. But, over the course of a month, major additions and renovations were made. It was amazing what they did to that place. In just a month, there were these things called electronic games, and water slides. It just kept upgrading every single day was something new, and it filled with people fast. Simon didn't talk to me for a long time. Eventually he decided to forgive me, but I think it was just so that he would have someone to leave the hotel with. Well, when Simon got fed up with staying we decided to leave. After what we thought was a month, we packed up and headed out. Only, when we stepped outside we stepped into a different world."//
Simon and Tessa had their brown luggage bags in their hands. The same bags that were packed into the car, so long ago. This time the siblings stood side by side, with mutual expressions of apprehension and fascination. The doors of the hotel were before them. Tessa bit her lip. "I'm not so sure this is a good idea," she said to Simon. "We have been paid for here. We have no money out there. Nowhere to go." Simon scowled and looked at Tessa. It surprised her, what she saw. It was like in the course of a month, Simon had aged enough to not look so little. He still had a physically young appearance, but his eyes were determined. His eyes were older. "It will be fine. We can find work, sister," he replied. Tessa let out a small breath and nodded. They could work, that was true. She wanted to work and get money and go back to England, to see her father. Suddenly, Tessa felt something in her hand. She was frightened, and her head snapped down to see what it was. It was confounding to see another hand. A hand holding hers. And, as she traced the arm, she found Simon at the other end, looking sternly towards the doors. So, hand in hand, with suitcases in the other, Tessa and Simon exited the Hotel. And stepped into a whole new world. Immediately Tessa's heart-rate shot through the roof. There were huge buildings everywhere, towering over them and making Tessa feel like an ant. Lights were shining from every corner of the city, and people were flooding the sidewalks. There were tons of cars on the streets, now, not just a few for the rich. And they were different. Loud. They made strange sounds that were shrill. Tessa clenched her grip on Simon's hand, and Simon returned the gesture. "Where are we?" Tessa managed to yell over all the sounds. A tear was coming to her eye, falling down her pale cheek. "I... I don't know," Simon replied.
//"Well, it was Earth. We thought we'd stepped into some sort of nightmare-land fairy tale that could be found in books. But, really, it was just Las Vegas. For the month that we'd been in the Lotus Casino, a hundred years had passed out here. It's impossible to describe the feeling we had when we left the Hotel. It's.. it's just impossible. A satyr overheard a conversation between Simon and I in a restaurant nearby, and basically saved us. He brought us to camp, we found an explanation about what had happened. It's just... It's still hard to believe. Sometimes when I fall asleep I dream about 1914. And when I wake up I feel as if this is the dream."//
Physical Appearance:"Why, I'm the fairest maiden." Tessa was the epitome of beauty in the 1910's. She has blond hair that droops over her back in a waterfall of beautiful waves. Her eyebrows and eyelashes match the color of the roots of her hair, which are only a shade darker than the rest. Her eyebrows are thin, but defined and rest comfortably atop her eye orbitals, which are not at all sunken, and give her eyes a dazzling beauty. Her nose is long and pointed, and positioned in the center of her face, giving it perfect symmetry. Her lips are rosy pink, and she has pearly white teeth, even whiter now because of advancements in dentistry.
Tessa had always hated the color of her eyes, because they are in no way remarkable. They aren't a dazzling bright blue that shine in the light. They aren't a green that is curious and intriguing. They are brown, and she despises them. However, they aren't ordinary, as she may think. Although they may be a little lowly-set on her face, making her forehead a bit large, the color of her eyes are a deep, and full brown. Her eyes are beautifully toned. When people look into Tessa's eyes, they aren't taken aback at their beauty. Rather, they are comforted. Subconsciously her look instills a certain sense of relief and serenity that no other color can match. It's a different kind of beauty, but the best kind.
Tessa has pale skin, not quite a milky white but nearing such, which was all the more beautiful during her time. Her complexion is near perfect, with little to no freckle, pimple, nor pock. Her skin is clear and radiant. If there were a problem with Tessa's skin, it would be that the light bounces off of it too much. Upon entering Camp, and learning the new fashions, Tessa has tried to make it a habit to tan her skin a bit more, and give it a pinker, if not darker, coloration, but it is not easy. For her to just switch styles from 1914 to modern is absurd, and it is taking her a long while to adjust.
For the most part, Tessa has mastered the clothing part of the adjustment. Although she found the clothing at first to be very scandalous and quite breezy, she has adopted and learned to love fashion. Mostly, Tessa wears dresses, but they are nothing like those that she used to wear. The no longer cover every bit of skin from shoulder to ankle, but rather are short-cut with straps instead of sleeves. Her favorite dresses are good sundresses, paired with a nice pair of sandals. Tessa also loves enhancing the beauty of her hair. A lover of flowers, she puts either one well-sized flower in her hair, or a couple of very small, elegant flowers. Altogether, Tessa's fashion sense focuses primarily on enhancement of natural beauty, both hers and the earth's. Tessa also wouldn't dream of wearing something like a weasel boa or crocodile skin. Her sympathy towards animals is to great to wear more than shavings from a sheep.
Tessa is at a decent height of 1.73 meters, or five foot eight. She is a lean 59 kg, or 130 lbs. She always makes a habit to go jogging after a big meal. Running is her main way to control her weight, since she isn't very fond of any other physical exercise, nor is she involved in any sports. Tessa takes pride in maintaining this slim form, but would never criticize anyone of a different body type. She understands that there are different types of beauty, as well as different preferences. She merely prefers this one. Tessa has long, slender and graceful arms. Her legs are petite but powerful, with small feet at the end of them. She always shaves promptly and consistently, an OCD habit not letting her have much hair on her body at any time, besides atop her head and above her eyes. She has small shoulders that slope down, with clavicles that are well defined. Her sternum is perfectly centered, making her rib cage on each side symmetrical. Her ribs are formed with the typical diamond-shape, with the widest section in the middle, to allow for expansion of lungs. Although, her ribcage is altogether not that big, and she can only hold her breath underwater for so long.
Personality: Tessa's defining positive characteristics are her her caring nature and strong sense of morality. When it comes to choices, Tessa always carefully considers her moral code before anything else and makes her decisions based off of that. She puts mercy before justice and people before possessions. A prominent feature in her moral code is the placement of others before herself. In any situation, Tessa would quickly sacrifice her own sanity and happiness for others'. This may sound very grave, but it mostly boils down to social events. Tessa is a top-notch party planner, and loves to make extravagant parties, friendly gatherings, and other little affairs that might fill others with joy. However, Tessa always tends to take control of every detail in the planning. She has to control everything that goes into it, and everything has to come out perfectly. This can definitely stress her out, but in the end, seeing the smiles on everyone's faces is how it all pays off to her.
Through this, Tessa also adopted one of her largest, seemingly negative personality aspects. She tends to be one of the biggest control freaks. OCD is simply in her nature. Tessa has to make sure everything has a place, and everything is in its place. When negatives enter her life, she ma get overwhelmed easily and copes with it through things like cleaning, organizing, or even doing things like drawing using a ruler and graph paper. She's developed these little things over the years to help her focus, calm down, and block out all the black negativity that has seeped into her life. Tessa can also become very forceful towards people when this happens, and it may interfere with her bubbly and kind-hearted personality. To her friends, she may become cold. She often gets angry with them for not doing what she wants them to be doing, and can't quite come to grips with the fact that she can't control everything and everyone.
However, that part of Tessa's personality is only a minor fraction. On the majority, Tessa is loving, socially motivated, and an overall great friend. Even making new friends is easy for her. She can easily put herself out there, risking looking ridiculous, but coming off as charismatic. She uses a combination of openness and charm to snare people's interest. Once someone is her friend, she becomes extremely attached to him or her, quickly learning all she can about the person and exhausting all adventure within. After that, she kind of sets them in with all the rest of her sea of friends. People might see this as shallow, becoming attached to a friend just for the thrill of the novel experience and then setting them aside. But in truth, when she sets them aside, she does not care less about them. In fact, everyone is equal in her eyes and equally deserving of her affections. All they have to do is show her they need her. It's why she puts so much effort into creating these social events- everyone in her circle can enjoy themselves.
There are very few things that Tessa keeps hidden. Most of the time she is extremely open with how she feels, her emotions a large part of who she is. However, there are a few things that she does not show. For one thing, she can be really sensitive. As happy as she may seem most of the time, the slightest insult can shatter her self-image and send her spiraling down into a state of despair. She believes pretty much anything people will say about her, and if any of it is negative, suddenly everything is negative. Additionally, Tessa can be unfocused and easily-bored. If there's anything that can ruin her mood besides an insult, it's a lull in activity. She can't stand it when people are mulling around getting nothing done, or simply doing nothing. Even just goofing off is better than nothing. Tessa can sometimes become disconnected with reality, always looking at large pictures. When problems are presented before her, she either solves them with generalities that may apply to anything, or she gives them by addressing the entirety of the situation, creating more of a utopian ideal that will fix it so that those problems don't occur.
Fatal Flaw:Tessa's fatal flaw is very indistinct. Most of her personality traits are so radical that any one of them could ultimately lead to an untimely demise. However, her most prominent flaw would be her ultimate crave for control. Her OCD and thirst to be in charge of situations could lead her to go to many ends to achieve power. In situations concerning Kronos vs the Gods, she might think that Kronos' trickery might deceive her to think that he can give the order that she needs more than the Gods can. Pets: "I don't have any pets, unfortunately. But I kind of want a bunny..." Talents: Tessa is profoundly apt in witchcraft, possibly far more advanced than a majority of her siblings. Especially in spells concerning human physiology i.e hearing, speed, strength enhancements. Of course, Tessa is in touch with the rest of her magical senses, like nature magic, astrological magic, and physics magic, but she doesn't rely on those forms often. Without the aid of supernatural enhancement, Tessa is a great student. She has a decent amount of knowledge, especially in Anatomy and History. She makes high marks, motivated by her positive outlook and thirst for discovering things she hadn't before. This little witch is also fantastic at making friends. Sometimes she can be a handful, because of her pep in her step, or her constant chatting, but nobody could dislike her. She strives to make herself known to anyone she hasn't met, she listens, she socializes, and she cares for each individual that is close to her. Because of her large social circle, she has all the latest gossip, she's at all the parties, and she knows the little quirks of every camper. Abilities: -Elemental magic - Tess has the ability to control wind patterns, summon fire, aid plant growth, and even manipulate water. -Astrological magic - A bit of a dodgier form of magic, this can allow her to request good fortune, wealth, a wish, and other desires, but often takes time to set course, and even more often, does not take course at all. -Physical magic - This allows Tess to manipulate the forces of physics, including pushes, pulls, levitation, and, to a small degree, gravitation. -Physiological magic - Tessa's personal favorite form of magic allows her to hear better, see better or in the dark, run faster, jump higher, and become stronger. *Note. Tessa's magic comes with extreme limitations. Her power is reduced without a book of shadows, and in undesirable conditions. Often times, depending on the strength of the magic, she is limited to a few casts a day, as few as one and as many as five. Every cast, after being carried out, drains her considerably, and therefore are not used in back-to-back sequence, nor frequently. Year-Round or Summer: Year-round Other: Reserved for changes
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:43 pm
Tobias "Toby" Wilson | INFP
Age/Birthday: "My birthday is on April 11th so that makes me eighteen." Gender: "I'm a dude." God Parent: "My mom is Hecate, minor goddess, so I guess that makes me unimportant too." Claimed: "Yeah, I'm claimed, thank the gods. I feel so sorry for those guys and gals that don't know who their parents are. Makes me sad." Mortal Family: "Let's see...my grandparents are all uh, dead...I have a dad, Darek Wilson, but I usually just called him Wilson. He got married to this woman named Katherine after my real mom left. She already had a daughter, my step sister named Claira. And a lot of cousins and stuff, but I don't think I should go into that." Years in Camp: "I was dumped here about 4 years ago. Yeah, been here a long time." Brief History: "Let's see. I've never really had much of a family. My step mom's parents both died before I was born, her mom died when she was in college and her dad died in a car accident a while after. On my dad's side, my grandpa died when I was in first grade, and my dad has taken it rough ever since. He says that it's death's fault that we aren't much of a family. I guess I know what he means, now. On random days, my step mom wouldn't come home and my dad would come home, smelling horrid."
The sun had long gone down behind the trees in the forest facing Toby's house, and the stars began to emerge as the twisting clouds floated out of the way. The silence in the house was almost eery enough to make one lose their insanity, except that Toby, presently 8 years old, was completely used to it. The cold winter air leaked in through their poorly built windows, and the draft made Toby shiver, his new pj's not enough to keep him warm. His socks thumped on the wooden floorboards, making his way down the stairs to the living room. Christmas had come and gone quickly, and the tree, standing tall, now looked reasonably bare, Wilson having taken the decorations off. Toby peered around the corner as if hoping to see his dad asleep on the couch or something, but the couch was empty of sleeping fathers, and the kitchen absent of step mothers. His sister was probably with Katherine. Toby entered the room and sat on the couch without a peep, and stared at the wall, waiting, simply waiting, for the moment that Wilson comes barging through the doors. Sure enough, after around twenty minutes to midnight, Wilson pushed through the door and staggered towards the stairs where he fell with a thud, and Toby stood in the entry way to the front room, watching his father try to get up the stairs, frightened as always, and covering his nose from the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and....was that blood?
"One night when he came home, it was especially weird. This time, it was twenty minutes after midnight."
Rain spattered on the window and made noise fill the old home. Toby was completely stressed out, his hair sticking up every which way, and he couldn't help but bite his nails in anticipation. He was 13 years old now, and it was ten minutes past twelve o'clock. Wilson was never late. He never got home past twelve. Never ever. He paced nervously around the room, back and forth between the warm, crackling fire, which despite the warm glow, did not calm his nerves. After much tension, at 12:20, he heard a car door shut in the front driveway, and Toby flew to the door, swinging it open. There, standing in the cold rain, was Wilson. Not really standing, however, because Toby noticed he was leaning heavily on another man with thick curly hair. "Help me get him inside. Quickly, now!" the man said, and Toby knew his dad was in serious trouble. Toby and the man hoisted his father up and carried him to the couch, where they laid him down, and he could see by the light of the fire that Wilson was hurt. The dark red blood dripped to the floor, making a pool bigger by every drop. He could hear the stranger talking but he did not pay attention. He was already hopping through the kitchen getting all sorts of bandages, and things. When he returned to the living room, the man had taken off his pants, and Toby got really frightened, until he saw that instead of human legs, he had goat legs. Toby dropped the supplies and backed away. "Wha-" Toby began, sputtering, but the man cut him off. "I will explain on the way to camp," he said, hastily picking up the supplies and applying them to Wilson. After about an hour, Wilson had stopped bleeding and the man stood up. "I am a satyr. Now follow me," he said. Toby didn't know who Satyr was, but he just saved his dad so hopefully he could trust him.
"And I did, and he brought me here. Been here ever since. Saw my dad a couple times. Turns out he had been fighting monsters from the forest away from our house on those days, and he always smelled like alcohol cause he went for a drink every night. And yeah, that's about it."
Physical Appearance:"I'd say I'm about average looking." Toby's light brown hair is wispy and trimmed short, fashioned up in a small spike at the front, usually. His hair is something about himself that he is actually pretty proud of, and is complimented on quite a lot. His face, on the other hand, Toby is not particularly proud of. He knows that he is very handsome, but he is very self cautious and needs a lot of support and he isn't very social so he doesn't have many friends that will do that. He has a round, strong broad chin, and normal blue eyes, not light, not dark, and his teeth are pretty straight, having had to endure braces. His cheek bones are prominent and he has small dimples on both cheeks which some people say are cute, but he would trade them for none in a heartbeat. He has a long torso, and strong legs but doesn't stand very tall. Around 5'6". He has semi-strong muscles from climbing the trees in the forest back at his house, and was healthy from running home to get there before dark. Other than that, one wouldn't say he is totally muscular or a hunk because he is simply too lazy to visit the gym. His apparel changes from day to day, but if he had to favor one thing to wear, it would be jeans, vans, a shirt and a wind breaker hoodie. And maybe some sunglasses, because when he covers up his 'unappealing' eyes he figures he looks loads better. Personality: "I have an okay personality. I tend to get annoyed really, really easily and most of all I get angry with people who I actually like." Every time Toby finds someone that he can stand, and they can stand him, he usually scares them off. See, he is really insecure and frequently asks if people like him or occasionally love him, and if not, then why do they hate him. This being very troubling for him, he tends toward self harm, and has suicidal thoughts, however he's never actually attempted it. His mom is the goddess of necromancy, and that is his main practice though he trains in secret because, well, if people knew he was a necromancer they wouldn't really want to befriend him, would they? And frustration comes easily to him, his pet peeves being whistling, snapping, or any annoying clicking sound. And if he is pushing through a crowd and people bump into him a lot, he will snap. This is why he usually avoids downtown or malls. Despite all this inner rage and dislike for people, he tries to stay positive on the outside and not bother people with his negativity. He tried to be a funny guy, and succeeded at it too, but most of the time it was just faked. The sunny disposition, come nightfall, turned dark and his necromancy training began. Fatal Flaw: His fatal flaw is his insecurity. He can do stupid things if he thinks nobody cares for him. But he doesn't know this. He genuinely thinks that no one could possibly care for him. Pets: "I have this cute little barn owl named Dare, he goes with me wherever I do, and he doesn't leave my side besides to hunt." Talents: "I wouldn't say I'm really talented at anything. I keep a wand with me at all times, to perform magic that I'm not really good at. I'd say I'm more talented with necromancy than anything that involves more than just a wand, but with a wand I'm best at charm spells and defensive spells. Anything offensive like curses turn out to be embarrassingly nonthreatening. I'm also pretty decent at climbing trees. So much for a talent, huh?" Weapons: A wand
Year-Round or Summer: "I don't think my dad ever fully recovered, plus my step-mom didn't like me living at the house anyway, so....full time." Other:
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:43 pm
Scott Sumter | ESFP
Age/Birthday: "It was a hot summer day- No, I'm just kidding. I'm not going to tell the story of my birth. I am 18 years old and I was born on June 24th." Gender:"Last time I checked, I was a guy. If you want, I could check again, but I doubt the results would vary." God Parent: "My mother's name is Demeter." Claimed:"Yyyyes, I am claimed. I was claimed the night that I had walked into camp. I think my mom has like...an attachment sort of to all her children, so she keeps up with claiming them pretty well."
Mortal Family:"My dad. Raymond Sumter. He works at a mechanic shop in downtown New York. We lived in a flat near the shop and I have to say it was horrible. The kitchen was part of the living room, and the two beds were on the floor, and the only other room in the house was the bathroom. It was always gloomy, and smelled of tobacco and coke, encouraging me never to fill my lungs with such nasty substances. Another thing...I'm not really comfortable divulging this information but my ribs and bones in my back are bruised. Yeah, my dad beat me. It seems like every day he has a new girlfriend he met. He sort of does this thing where he cleans up and hooks up then once he has what he wanted (you know what I'm talking about) he kicks her to the street, revealing his true personality. I think my mom fell for him because of his act. I can't imagine how she treated him after he tried to kick her to the curb. She probably did something so bad to him, that's why he is so sour now.
I also have an aunt, but I will leave that for the history portion.
Years in Camp:"Four."
Brief History:"Like I said before, my poppa beat me. He wanted me to grow up like him, work at the shop, learn the tools, but I wasn't interested. I apparently acted out of line so often that it became a regular thing to beat me. Like, not even a big deal to him. I finally lost it. I packed my backpack with food and made a run for it. This was all about three weeks before my birthday, I think. It was before closing time for the shop, but still dark so I could make an easy escape. If I recall, it was just after a beating session so I was injured and couldn't get far. The only person's house I could think to go to was my aunt's. I was officially on the run.
I arrived on her doorstep and it started raining. Great. She invited me inside and I was practically trapped because I couldn't get anywhere with so much rain. Let me give you a little info on my aunt. For one thing, she is majorly rich. She lives in a mansion near the ocean. As soon as she saw me, she let me in immediately because she expected I was visiting her out of boredom. She told me not to touch anything valuable, and then she left me to myself. I stayed there in that house for a few days, enjoying luxury and real food. I obeyed all her rules which allowed her to not find me an annoyance in her home. After that, I decided to leave because my pop would be realizing that I wasn't just avoiding him by now. I wandered the streets, staying at random places until it was my birthday. On my birthday, as if sent by a god, a rescue satyr picked me up off the streets and helped me make my way to camp."
Physical Appearance:"Starting with my hair, it is chocolate brown, maybe a little darker, and not long at all. My eyes are also a deep brown and my chin is squared off and thin, and my nose is a bit long, giving me a hint of a mousy look. My torso is strong, and I am thin, for I try not to eat too much, not like I would anyway. I'm a bit strong from trying to defend myself from my dad, but not really 'muscular'. I'm shorter than average, about the height of a 16 year old maybe. My skin is tanned from spending a bunch of time in the sun whether in the fields or merely out to enjoy the day. Usually my apparel consists of some kind of shoes, sometimes bare foot, and regular khaki shorts and an Aeropostale T-shirt.
Personality: "I have a pretty happy outer-shell sort of thing going on. I love making jokes, as long as it's in a crowd and no one can single me out. I am hopeless romantic. That part is obvious because after seeing my dad with all those women I don't even know what love is and I keep tripping over myself to figure out. It's a hopeless endeavour since I hardly get that close to anyone. I do actually have a lisp, so I'm self-conscious about that, among other things. For one, I hardly take off my shirt unless it's when I'm alone or submerged in water because, though there are hardly visible marks anymore, I am scared that bruises will appear on my back again just like he is there again. Of course that would never happen..right? I hope...Anyway let's see, what else? I'm awfully kind but once you get to know me I tend to rant and if you have some sort of special power to look inside me, you will see it's a depressing place. Like I said, I don't smoke. I tend to drink liqour on occasion. Seeing my dad all drunk makes me know my boundary and when to stop, but sometimes I can get a little drunk. Just a little. To leave it off on a happy note, I am loyal so no problem with trust, but it doesn't work the other way around. I confide in hardly anyone, but you can tell me your secret, I promise not to spill."
Fatal Flaw:"Like I said, I have a tendency to not trust people too much. That's a horribly bad thing, even if you don't see it because one day no one is going to have my back in battle... all because I won't trust them to."
Pets: "Never had the time for pets, nor do I trust myself to keep them alive. Talents: "Talents? What? Okay, let's see...I'm a decent singer-" This is where he was stopped by someone yelling at him that he was more than decent and that he belonged with the Apollo kids. This was true, and a blush formed on his face. "-Yeah...I guess I'm more than decent. I'm also extremely good at telling edible plants, and which ones make good medicine, too."
Weapons:"I have this shield, which sort of spirals out of this wrist band. It's black with vines intwined and the pattern on the shield is of a wheat field. Other than that, I have four knives for throwing, so they're easily concealed and portable but I hardly take them with me." Year-Round or Summer:"Year-Round. That is simple. Other: "I have this embarrasing thing where I question my sexuality. Like, I know I'm straight, but I sort of like guys' appearances, if that makes sense. Like, I envy how they look and that deceives me that I'm attracted to them. That's the best way I can put it."
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:46 pm
David Paris Martin | ISFP
Age/Birthday"May first. Makes me sixteen now, feels like just yesterday I had to ride the bus now I can drive- oh wait I still don't have a car. So I guess it was just yesterday." Gender:"Yeah, I'm a guy." God Parent:"My mom is the muse of music. Her name is Euterpe, and I look up to her very much. I've always wanted to be talented with music as she is, and hopefully with her gifts she has given me I will be. Claimed: "You bet. I know my mom loves me and my brother. We didn't spend more than two days in the Hermes cabin before she claimed us. It felt good to get claimed, to be wanted. Although, nobody can say the Hermes campers aren't awesome. Picked up a couple things staying with them, yeah? Mortal Family:"My dad is Benjamin Martin. I really don't like him and that's good because he despises me and my brother. My brother's name is Chris Troy Martin. He is my twin, so he's a demigod, not exactly mortal. He's older than me by just a little. Anyway, my dad hates us and doesn't want to see us ever. I hope my mom doesn't talk to him, I personally don't think he is a good man at all. He literally pays my brother and I to not go to see him after summer camps, which makes us year-round campers. He gives us a check of 500 dollars to split between the two of us each month. Yeah it's a lot, I know, but he really doesn't like us. Sometimes Chris will need more than I do one month and sometimes its the other way around, so it's not really 250 each, exactly. I don't think Chris cares that dad hates us, he just likes the money. It bothers me a bit but I accept it. I wouldn't want to spend time with a dad that hates us, anyway. Years in Camp:"We've been here about one and a half years or so. It's starting to grow on me, I think. It's pretty impressive and every time I wake up there's always something to do. I love it here." Brief History://"Well, my brother and I grew up in the chaotic mess that is London, which explains our accents, even though they are fading. I think I've always been the calmer one of us, and he's been more of the party animal. He might disagree. But let me tell you about him..."//
The day was cold, and grey. It was almost winter, but not quite. One the very edge, and everyone could tell. Grey clouds blocked the sun, which made the day feel even colder. David and Chris stood at a stoplight, waiting for it to change so they could cross. There were a couple people waiting there as well. Everyone wore scarves, if not hats, to block out the nipping frosted air. Chris breathed out a bit impatiently, his breath clearly visible. "It's a Friday, and we've no plans. It's sad, innit?" he mumbled, keeping focused on the light. David turned to Chris and raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. "Well what would you expect? It's not like we're allowed out at any time, our nanny makes sure we are in before five every night." At the word nanny a few people turned their heads with a quizzical expression. It wasn't very common for two boys to have a nanny. Chris shot them a hop-off look, and they quickly went back to their business. At that, the light changed, and the group began across the street, except Chris. David took a couple steps but stopped, and turned to look at his twin. "What are you doing?" he asked. Chris shook his head. "Dad's rules are stupid. Completely. And it's not like he cares what happens to us. I'm going out with friends." David's jaw dropped in awe. "W-what?" he sputtered. Chris rolled his eyes at his brother. He was never much of a rule breaker. Turning, Chris began down the street.
//"He didn't get back until really early the next morning, and he smelled like alcohol and was missing his shirt. That was around when we just turned fifteen. So later that year, around winter time, we came to camp."//
Chris groaned, leaning his head back on the taxi cab's dirty seat. David payed no attention to him. He was too captivated by the city around them. Their dad had shipped them off to New York for the winter holidays, to stay with their uncle. Their uncle was considerably kinder to the two boys than their dad was. Chris, however, always complained that he was too nice. The scene around the cab was full of people, cars and buildings. People walked briskly from place to place, like they did in London, however they seemed in much more of a hurry, not bothering to apologize if they bumped into each other. Traffic was pretty messy, cabs honking and cars stopping for pedestrians every which way. The buildings were magnificent, though. There were screens everywhere projecting advertisements, weather forecasts, plays, and other things. The cab pulled over to the curb and Chris groaned again louder. "Stuff it, Chris," David whispered, harshly. Chris was older, yes, but so much more childish. "Thanks," David said and quickly dismounted the car, getting their luggage out and such. They had arrived at a group of shady looking apartments.
David wrinkled his nose as the door to the apartments opened and their uncle greeted them. As much as he liked his uncle, his living spaces never smelled as if they were very clean. Chris stepped forward into the home at once without greeting the relative. David made up for that by giving his uncle a hug and smiling as they exchanged pleasantries. "Yeah so anyway, where are we staying?" Chris butted in. Their uncle showed them their room and they brought all their stuff inside and made themselves comfortable.
//"It was all peachy for a while but one night we were attacked."//
Chris lay down on his back in bed, ear-buds firmly squashed in place. David could even here a rather loud band playing and unrecognizable lyrics spilling out of the headset. David rolled his eyes and turned back to his sketch pad where he had neatly drawn a page of bar lines and treble cleffs. It was just a typical hobby for David to compose a quick piece of music to pass the time, since neither of them had the stomach to be in the living room with their uncle for very long. After a couple minutes, and a couple measures written, David found himself distracted by the sound of two men talking in the other room. He raised an eyebrow and got up from the desk he was at and quietly traveled to the door. Seeing David's odd behavior, Chris paused his music. "What's up?" he whispered. David pressed his ear to the door. "I could have sworn they were talking about us..."
As he listened, his eyes grew wide and he quickly back-stepped from the door, which burst open a second later. Standing in front of them was a very strange looking man, only he really didn't look that similar to a man. Their uncle stood behind the monster, shaking his head and muttering something. The sequence of events that followed were all very very blurry to David.
//"I just remember a scream from Chris, though he denies everything. A shadow advanced toward me and with every step the apartment shook. Then, a burst of gold and I'm fairly certain I fainted. Then I woke up here. At camp."// Physical Appearance: "I'm fairly attractive, I'll admit. Although my brother looks very similar to me, I refuse to believe he looks as appealing as I do..." David has fairly short light brown hair, usually styled back and out of his face. Light brown freckles reside across the top of his cheek bones and the ridge of his nose. He has a sort of hazel eye coloration, which is actually a bit different from normal hazel, because the outer green color is pretty prominent. His jaw comes down to a nice square, and gives his whole face an overall pleasant appearance. David stands at five foot nine inches, and is slim, and doesn't have much muscle but has good muscular definition. If one were to catch David on a normal day he would be wearing a muscle tee and khaki cargo shorts and flip flops, or something similar. However in the winter he likes to wear well fitted jeans and a nice coat. Personality: "I'm pretty cool to be around, I guess. Chris is the party-hard type, I'm a little more chill. I guess he got all of the energy and I got the boring." David is much more toned-down than his counterpart. It is highly reflected in the boy's music as well. David loves classical music, and even composes it. He listens for the different melodic effects and variations. Concerning friends and acquaintances, David tries hard not to offend anyone. He has a really kind and quirky disposition. He doesn't exactly make friends with everyone he meets, but he certainly knows almost everyone. He reserves his personality to those who he thinks can prove close friends. The downside to this is that he has a good reputation for being nice to uphold, making him wound tightly. He can be really easy going, but hardly ever takes risks. Once he snuck out of camp, with the help of his former Hermes cabin mates, to go see a symphony. That was about the worst thing he's done. Another bad thing about David is that he can be quite obsessive. He can lose himself for hours doing any little thing, whether it's practicing an instrument, drawing, writing music. When he finds a new hobby, he can't stop doing whatever it is, until he finds a new one. It becomes his life for a while. This becomes evident in his past relationships as well. Although few, he often gets extremely attached to any girl he happens to be with, until he decides to move on, or if they decide he is too clingy. David is also pretty horrible at standing up for himself, or confronting anything that needs to be confronted. Fatal Flaw: Extreme passion for David can be extremely dangerous. While it is a strength for him, able to pick things up easily and perform them at a high level, his ultimate endeavor to become great at something no matter cost can lead to his downfall. Pets: None. Talents: "Anything that has to do with music, I'm there." A great singer helps David be a great composer as well. He loves to play oboe, something he only got because of his repeated attempts to annoy his Dad to death with pleads. He is also really good at keeping to himself. Weapons: "I dunno, don't care. I don't like to fight." David is a flight-not-fight type of guy, unable to confront many things monster or not. In combat his weapon of choice would be to go for a spear or bow and arrows, anything that allows him to be at a distance. Year-round or summer: "Year round. Like I said, pops hates us." Other: Reserved for additions
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:46 pm
Samuel Carson Echols | INTJ
Age/Birthday: "October thirteenth. I'm seventeen." Gender: Male God Parent: "My dad's Apollo..." Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Samuel's mother, Etta Echols, is a school teacher. She teaches history, a subject that Samuel finds boring, except for in certain instances throughout the past that catch his eye. Etta met Apollo after having a son with another man, Edward. Edward is Samuel's legal father, and father to Sam's siblings, Nick and Elizabeth. Edward had a big influence on Sam's early life, until Etta divorced him when Sam was around six. Ever since then, Etta has been on her own with her three kids, raising them off of a school teacher's salary. Sam's older brother, Nick, has always been a pain in the neck to him, while also somehow remaining a high figure in his eyes. Nick has always been more intelligent than Sam, but lacked motivation and never did any productive work. Samuel essayed in school to always beat Nick's grades, which was really easy, but he never felt truly superior. It was kind of the reverse situation with Elizabeth. Samuel's energetic younger sibling, born to Edward, Elizabeth was kind and compassionate, but often got on Sam's nerves for digging in his business and criticizing his actions. In school, Elizabeth earned better grades than Samuel did when he was in her year in the past, but he never viewed her as more intelligent than he. She merely tried harder than him. All in all, Sam had a family who all had high standards, and all very critical. Even Samuel's dad, Edward, was largely intellect-based, and would respond to any simple question with an hour long discussion. Intelligence was key to the Echols, and that is the basis of Samuel's values. Years in Camp: "Uhm. Uh, I've been here for, like, two years. Kind of. Two and a half?" Brief History: //"Well, when I was little, my dad would take me to these science museums. It was kind of the basis that shaped the rest of my life. I loved learning about the dinosaurs, the most. It was fascinating to be able to know all of that information just from their bones."//
Samuel trotted along the white-tiled floors of the main museum hall. Off to his left were the ticket booths, with a line wrapping around towards the door behind him. Past the ticket booths to the left was the imax theater. One simply descended the stairs to a section below the ground, where you watched either a movie about the featured exhibit or the other featured movies about astronomy or history. To his left were the exhibit halls. He knew by heart where each one was; First the hall of paleontology. Then, if you went down the stairs there were the physics and meteorology exhibits. Upstairs were the ecology and zoology exhibits, and the featured exhibit which varied every couple of months, depending on what was in town. If you didn't enter that first hall, and kept following the huge entrance-way to the back of the museum, there were the butterfly gardens, holding thousands of butterflies that flew freely, and even landed on the visitors. Sam's feet tapped along as his eyes looked upwards. In his peripheral vision, he could still see he was following his father, as Edward loomed over the average man. But it was not he at whom Sam was looking, but rather the banners cascading down from the ceiling with pictures from each exhibit. "Do I even have to ask where you want to go first?" Edwards voice came booming down over the crowd of people. "Nope," Sam smiled, the dimples in his cheeks coming into prominence. The two headed to the hall of paleontology.
//"Those wondrous visits are one of the biggest memories of my childhood, and kind of shaped my future. At first, I wanted to be a paleontologist. But, when my mom and my dad divorced, that dream faded. The museum visits were less in less. Actually, my mom liked to take us to the museum of art more, which I found utterly insufferable. I mean, I appreciated art, but not enough to spend hours and hours looking at a hall of paintings. Anyway, at this time, I found myself leaning towards veterinary sciences as a profession. In Elementary school, I had a multitude of friends and hobbies. I loved to read and play soccer the most.//
"Oh come on, Lucas, don't be a ball hog!" Samuel yelled across the field. Although Lucas was the only person on the field faster that Sam, it still wasn't fair that he was the one who constantly had possession of the checkered soccer ball, especially since people from the other team were beginning to flood around him, and Samuel was wide open. Sam set his hands on his hips, and stopped running. His breathing was heavy, but only because he'd been running back and forth along the field for the majority of recess. He watched Lucas as he struggled to get past the opposing team. No matter how fast you were, if you couldn't keep possession against half of a team, there was no use. Just when Samuel figured that the other team was about to steal it, the ball was suddenly pushed forward between the legs of about three people, and rolled at a great speed right towards Sam. Sam's face perked up, and excitement flooded through him. Smiling, he brought his right foot out and stopped the ball from rolling, before sprinting forward with it, dribbling it with his feet. He advanced towards the enemy goal quickly, the opposing team lost defenselessly behind him, as they'd been too distracted with Lucas. Once he was in front of the goal, he could see the goalies eyes looking right at his. Sam flicked them to the left, the goalies body shifted to the left. In that instant, Sam's left foot propelled the ball to the right, upwards and into the upper right-hand corner. The goalie, trying to recover from his faulty leftward movement, was too slow to stop the ball, and it shot right into the net.
//After Elementary school, I was accepted into this science-specialized middle school. The bus took a little over an hour to get me from the stop to the school, but I didn't mind it. The bus ride gave me time to think about things, and read. The people on the bus were loud and obnoxious, and I didn't enjoy any of them as friends, so I would keep to myself in the back seat. Over the next three years that I was in middle school, I did some pretty fun things. It was tough for me sixth grade year to make friends. I gained some weight, which I didn't even notice I had until I lost it a couple years later. I took some entertaining classes like body-works, and french. Seventh grade was probably my best year, and eighth grade was probably my worst.//
Samuel walked through the hallways filled with people in polo shirts towards his locker. He opened one of the glass doors that led out into a small patio courtyard that separated one side of the school from the other, and he trotted down the steps and set out across the concrete. As he walked, he was deeply immersed in thought. Because of the expanse of the patio, there weren't as many people, and it was much easier for him to concentrate on his thoughts. It is kind of hard for Samuel to admit this aloud, but in middle school he struggle with the most issues in his life. He was constantly teased for being feminine, as if being that way was his choice, and that it was the wrong choice. He also struggled to keep a positive outlook on his appearance, because of his braces, his short height, and his rather pudgy figure. Teasing became a normal thing. He had a couple friends, a small circle that was honestly almost as strange as he was. He even struggled with his sexuality. He didn't admit it to himself, but there was the sneaking suspicion in the back of his mind that everyone was right about his femininity, and that he could possibly be homosexual. Upon entering the building again, a loud burst of talking erupted, and the population per square meter spiked. Once again, his thoughts were shoved out of his mind.
//"When I got into high school, freshman year changed me a lot. In a short period of time, I lost a lot of weight, and gained a lot of height. My social circle expanded considerably, but I remained just as wary of people as I was in middle school. My braces came off and my outlook brightened, somewhat. It was in high school, too, that I began to notice... certain things."//
As Spencer walked by, her blond hair swung over her shoulder, and Sam's eyes couldn't help but follow her. Except, his gaze wasn't lustful at all, and rather the feeling that he'd once felt for her were beginning to fall flat. People more like Jakob began to catch his eye. Shaking his head, Sam knew he shouldn't think about such things in the middle of school. He had accepted it, unlike his other schooling years, but he decided that it was more of a distraction. He turned and began to walk down the stairs and out the door, crossing a small lot so that he could get into the agriculture building. His class, small animal management, awaited. He was pretty adamant on his dream to become a veterinarian, and had shaped his future high school courses around it. When he'd stepped outside, the sunlight caught his skin with a certain glow which anyone would have noticed about him by now. He seemed to radiate a kind of vibrancy in the sunlight that was different, but interesting. Additionally, he felt more powerful. His step became lighter, his back straightened, and his chin tilted up. He exuded confidence. He crossed the lot feeling energized and alive, until he opened the door to his class, and stepped into the classroom, when his radiance faded.
//"Luckily, I never had any encounter with monsters. When the time came, my mom told me about my family. It was hard for me, to figure out that the person I called my father this entire time was not my father. Acceptance didn't come immediately. The word coping might be more appropriate. But, ever since she told me, she demanded I go to this camp. She said that the minute I knew who I was, my scent would become stronger, and I'd no longer be safe with her. I still see her, though. Almost every week, in fact. I still go to high school, but when it's time to go home I catch a cab that brings me here. The camp funds the cab fee. The commute is about as long as the one I had in middle school, and so it's nothing new to me."//
Physical Appearance: "That shouldn't be necessary." Sam's face is something odd. His eye orbits are of average size, but his eyes are tall, with long lashes. His eyebrows are bushy and match his hair-root color. Although not quite a unibrow, the do extend dangerously close together, and he must pay mind to them to keep them under control.
His nose is a pretty normal feature, with just the slightest of downward curve at the end that isn't even noticeable. His lips are a pink that contrasts greatly with his typically pretty-pale skin. His skin is also a bit strange, as he appears rather pale in shadow or artificial light, but when he steps into the sunlight it gives off a bronzed-radiance that resembles a well-rounded tan. His teeth are pearly-white and well maintained, due to his braces, though his front two teeth are still bigger in proportion. Sam takes pride on his strong jawline, with a chin that protrudes forward, and mandibles that come to a nice sharp curve in the back. Though people teased him about being feminine, his jawline is probably the most masculine of his features.
He has beautiful greenish-bluish eyes that are filled with intelligence and kindness. When people meet him, his eyes are usually the first thing they notice, and are simply stunned. His hair is a light-gold, and often he kept his hair long, at least under his ear lobes, for his ears protruded more than he wished they would, and the hairstyle helped to conceal it. His hair is caught midway between thick and thin. He is able to style it with gel easily, but at the same time without gel it has a form that can easily be manipulated with his hand. Often he sweeps it to one side, and just makes sure that no parts stick out of place.
His complexion is fair, with a couple of pimples occasionally dotting his nose and forehead, and he has a couple of red spots, the most noticeable on the right side of his neck, just under the jaw. Other than that, there is no noticeable asymmetrical imperfections, besides, again, his ears that, in his eyes, ruin everything.
Samuel stands at a height of 6-foot, a height only attained in his second year of high school. Before that he seemed stuck at 5'9". His frame is complicated, and somewhat disproportionate. Although he used to have a bit of pudge to him, he lost it all his freshman year due to insecurity. He became stick-thin, which also began to upset him. To self-conscious to go to the gym, Sam began to do curl-ups and push-ups and squats and leg lifts in his room, to gain back some more form. His arms are still pretty thin, and in his chest you can still see the outlines of his ribs. His sternum protrudes forward which he hates, and he figured if at some point he could work out his chest, it could even out. His stomach has the tiniest layer of fat concealing reasonable abdominals which could erupt in just a few weeks of gym-time, but, again, he is too self conscious. His thighs are somewhat large, along with his calves. His leg muscles are by far his largest, due to the type of physical activities he enjoys the most, like running, jumping, and soccer. Overall, he weighs about 140 lbs.
Sam has a great fashion sense, but does not show it at all. His typical winter attire is made of jeans, some sort of shoes, a shirt, hooded sweatshirt, and, from time-to-time, a beanie. Sam loves beanies, because they press his ears to his head, and he could wear them all the time, if they weren't out of season in the summer. He dresses this way because the clothes he likes are too expensive, and he doesn't want to draw attention to himself by wearing top-notch clothing. By wearing normal clothes, he feels like he can easier fade into the background. In the warmer seasons, Sam usually wears flat-topped shoes with shorts that are a difficult fit because of his small waste and tall stature, along with any kind of t-shirt, though it's typically a graphic tee.
Personality: "I have an okay personality, I guess. I'm nice, I guess." Nice is a complicated word of description for Sam's demeanor, because he can be equally as cold. However, nice is usually what is seen, and the cold is usually what Same feels. For example, to strangers and even to not-too-close friends, Sam is the most charismatic and caring introvert there is. He will greet you in the hall with a warm smile and a charismatic "Hey!" He knows what to do in social situations, and often fools people flawlessly into thinking he is calm and collected and genial. However, it can be the opposite. Inside, Sam judges people with the smallest things. He observes their behavior objectively and forms opinions based on it. People often say "Don't judge me", but to Sam, he can't think of any other way to get to know someone. When he smiles at people in the hall, he sweats nervously inside. When he has to talk to a stranger, his heart feels like its being crushed. When going to any kind of meeting or appointment, Sam's outwardly collected attitude is no reflection of his inner turmoil. Social anxiety is a large part of Sam's life that hurts his inner workings, but isn't shown outwardly whatsoever.
One should not take this to mean that Sam does not care for people. Quite oppositely, Sam's affections with people are strong, as long as he knows the person well, first. The few times that Sam has fallen in love with someone, he's fallen hard, and the break-ups were rough. He often gets really attached to people, and when neglected, turns to radical explanations. He feels as though he is disliked, and ignored. Sam is completely aware of the fact that his emotions can burn strongly. His awareness shapes most of his social decisions, as well. He acts as much as he can with rational thought more than what he feels, because if he acted upon his feelings it could be dangerous for him. Sam gives careful consideration to each and every decision he makes before acting. Outcomes frequently occur to him, and he contemplates every possible course of action that he can within a given time. Anything he does takes thought, and acting on a whim is rare for him.
Samuel's patience is thin. He doesn't tend to burst when it wears to an end, but he can grow irritated pretty quickly. He hates standing in line, or walking behind somebody slow. His stride is always with purpose and destination. When people test his patience, Sam's response is to step aside, or leave the situation, rather than acting aggressively. Shortness of temper is a weakness that Sam has, but won't tolerate. He tries to keep his emotions in check as much as possible.
Sam is intelligent, but not top-notch genius intelligent. Although he wishes he were smarter than he is, he simply can not meet the standard set by his brother in natural intelligence. He has to work hard to learn things and he must always figure out the applications, even though it's much harder to apply than to learn. He prides himself on the intelligence that he has, and tries to associate only with those who can match it, or surpass it. Those with intelligence below him, he avoids, even though it is kind of mean. Sam finds stress in trying to meet a high intelligence standard, always striving to impress, and always feeling like what he does is not enough. His ultimately negative outlook on most of his attributes makes it easy for Sam to find depression, or dissatisfaction. He is always trying to find something that can not only impress others, but himself as well.
Fatal Flaw: Samuel's fatal flaw is his insecurity. It causes doubt, dissatisfaction, and indecisiveness. His doubt in his decisions can be dangerous. Without the ability to act on emotion or whim, Sam lacks the basic instincts that keep people alive in life-and-death situations. He tries too hard to outsmart problematic situations that present themselves. If Sam is unable to to act on his survival instinct in fatal situations, it could definitely lead to his demise. His insecurity with his own choices can clog his head rather than layout an elaborate map of possibility as he would so like. Pets: Back at his home with his mother, he has two cats, both tabbies. At his father's house, which he has visited but once, there are two dogs. He has no pets currently with him at camp Talents: Sam is proficient in archery. Being a child of Apollo, it comes naturally to him. Once or twice he was sent to a summer camp, where he was drawn to archery, but he never found a knack for it until he stayed at Camp Half Blood. Sam is also decently good at running. He is reasonably fast, though definitely not what people would consider impressively fast. He can sprint well, but long-distance running is hard for him. Not because it's difficult physically, but because it's difficult for himself to mentally keep himself going. Abilities: Sam's abilities are limited. He has increased accuracy, eyesight, and distance-judging because of his father's traits. His empowerment in the sunlight is slight, but it increases his physical strength and stamina. Samuel lacks any kind of light-manipulation power, associated with the fact that Apollo is the god of the Sun. His mediocrity compared to some of the powers of the demigods in the camp discourage him from fighting. His archery training is the only thing he strives for. Year-Round or Summer: Year-round Other: Reserved for changes[/color][/color][/color]
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Subject: Re: Batman's heroes II Sun Feb 16, 2014 2:49 pm
Oliver Bradley Hayes
Nicknames: Ol, Ols, Ollie Age/Birthday: 17, April 10th Gender: Male Godly Parent: Athena Claimed: Yes Mortal Family:
Brennan Hayes- father Alexander Hayes- grandfather Finnegan Hayes- twin Jackson Haynes- uncle
Years in Camp: Seven Brief History: Brennan Hayes, was a reckless man so people always wondered how the goddess of wisdom fell for him, some say it was because he was wickedly smart, others have no answers. Long story short, Brennan met Athena and they began to date. After a while, she left, but not before leaving a gift, two twin boys. Now, being his reckless self, Brennan could not care for two children, so he sent one of the babies to live with his brother Jackson.
For as long as he can remember, Oliver knew that Jackson Hayes was not his father. Yet he knew to never ask about his father, the man was reckless and he sent Oliver to live with Jackson which was the best for the boy. His uncle never really spoke about family, and he never asked. It was just the two of them, and everything was good. Except deep down, Oliver has memories of his brother. But they are rather confusing, and he's not sure what to make of them. So rather than confronting his uncle about them, he has kept the memories secret.
Jackson never had any interest in Oliver, so he sort of just did his own thing. For the most part it included school, and then just wandering around finding something to do. After a while of his, Jackson decided to send Oliver to camp, mainly just so he doesn't have to take care of him. Oliver stays year round, because he does not want to visit his uncle any time soon, he and the man never got along. . Physical Appearance: Oliver has short hair, that ends just above his ears. His hair is rather thick, and some what of a mess. Often he will use a dab of hair gel, to style his hair so it sticks up a bit in the front. His hair is a nice dark brown color, that sometimes looks black. He likes to say his hair is the color of dark chocolate.
To go with his nice brown hair, Oliver has a pair of chocolate brown color eyes. His eyes often look very sad, even when he is happy. This is from the pain of losing his dad. He has been told by people who knew his father, such as Chiron and his grandfather, that he has his fathers eyes.
Oliver has a slight athletic built, but it's not very athletic. He is on the skinny side, with slight muscle. He plays lacrosse, which explains his slight athletic build. Besides this he does not do much exercise so he is rather skinny. He stands at a height of five feet, ten inches making him slightly tall, but not by a lot. Personality: Oliver Hayes is an extremely unhappy, and bitter person. Why might you ask? That would probably have to do with his childhood, where he was shipped off to live with an uncle who ignored him. He is a very sarcastic person, who enjoys making fun of others. In addition to this, he also has some extreme anger issues, and he has been known to blow up on people. He is mischievous, and he enjoys tricking people. Overall, Oliver is a very negative person.
Oliver is extremely clumsy, and he has a tendency to fall often and to drop things. He is also extremely forgetful, and unless someone constantly reminds him to do stuff, he would probably never remember to do it. He is also extremely bad at keeping track of time, or even the date. He sort of lives in his own little world, where time doesn't really exist. He stays up til three in the morning reading, and then he sleeps all day and wakes up again and eats breakfast and proceeds to work on his current project.
However, Oliver hides his true self behind a personality of joy and smiles. He figures that way, people won't pester him with questions like "What's wrong?" or "Are you okay?". See it's questions like these, that really make the boy mad, because people are just too damn nosy. For the most part he tries to just smile, and then ignore people, he's found that it works. Fatal Flaw: Anger Issues Likes:
Books- Oliver's one true love, you can usually find him with a book of some sort, usually history but he does quite enjoy fiction. Running- Oliver has been known to go out on long runs to clear his mind or to just relax. He finds running to be calming and well fun. History- Oliver loves history, he finds it to he the most fascinating thing in the world. You can almost always find him reading some sort of book about history. His favorite area to study is of course, Ancient Greece. But he does enjoy the history of sports teams, especially for hockey and baseball. Superhereos. Oliver is just an overall huge fan of superheros, he especially likes the Marvel superheros, such as Spider-man, and even some of the Avengers mainly Ironman, Captain America and the Hulk. Of course his all time favorite is Ironman, he finds the character to be well amazing. He is also a huge fan of superhero clothing, and he often wears a superhero tee shirt.
Grapefruit Snakes Spiders
Pets: none Talents:
Lying- Having nothing better to do, Oliver has perfected the art of lying. He can lie so easily, that he won't even have time to think about whether it's right or wrong, he just does it, it's natural. Sometimes he likes to have a little fun with his lies, and test people and what they will believe. Trivia- anything involving answering questions, solving puzzles, anything along those lines, Oliver is good at it. Having watched Jeopardy daily, he has actually become quite knowledgeable in many different subjects, and although he hasn't put most of his knowledge to use, he has had a lot of fun. Chess- Oliver loves chess, he finds it to be an adventure. He has spent a lot of time working to master the game, but never having a partner has been pretty hard. Luckily, the internet has enabled him to find able chess partners.
Powers: none Weapons: A Celestial bronze sword, four feet long. His sword is of standard camp issue, nothing fancy. Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round Other: Purchased from May, no edits made
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