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PostSubject: the lucky ones,   Thu Jul 31, 2014 11:34 pm

And if you're still breathing,
you're the lucky ones
Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.

Active Characters:

Livia Malcolm
Quell Malcolm
Skyler Carstairs
Cassiopeia Drayton
Eleanor Van de Kamp
Malcolm Acres (canon)

Inactive Characters:

Naren Black
Benjamin Atkins
Ariadne Thompson

Big Three Character (x1; used with Cassiopeia Drayton; got with 500 posts)
Character Slot (x8; 5/8 used; got extra through mystery box)

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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Thu Jul 31, 2014 11:40 pm

dancing to a song no one else can hear

livia malcolm

Name: Livia Ryann Malcolm, as she is proud to announce
Nicknames: Livia is mostly shortened to Liv, but she prefers her enemies to call her Livia Malcolm or simply ‘Malcolm’. To strangers however, she is known as Livia. Her father and sister call her Livvy, but if anyone else tried to, they would be hunted down.
Age: Liv is just barely 14.
Birthdate: She was born on the 14th of June, 1998.
Gender: Liv is, if you hadn’t noticed, a girl.
Immortal Lineage: Her mother is none less than the great Pallas Athena, the goddess of Wisdom and Warfare, which suits Liv perfectly.
Mortal Family: Liv’s father Ethan also sired two other half-bloods, her 9 year old sister Selinia, and her twin brother Quell. Selinia is a daughter of Nike, but she still lives at home.
Years in Camp: Livia has been in camp for 4 years, ever since she was 10 (almost 11 as she always mentions.) She stays at camp for the whole year, but likes to come home sometimes, especially since her home isn’t far away.
History: Livia Ryann Malcolm was brought down in a golden cradle to her father. Ethan was mildly confused, but being a clever man, he figured out that his children were the offspring of Athena soon enough. Livia was a quick learner as a child, and brought lots of trouble to Ethan. At age 2, Liv began to talk. And no one could stop her. Since the Malcolms lived in the country, Livia had to resort to playing with her brother most of the time, probably one of the reasons she stays away from him now. By the time she was three, Livia's father had taught her and Quell to read. Livia often read things she shouldn’t have, then started talking about it, like she did in fourth grade with the answers to a major test. When she was five,  Liv  started kindergarten at a local elementary school. The twins soon found themselves bored. They were smarter than most of their class, as they already knew how to read and write. Liv soon lost interest in school altogether, while Quell thrived. She still had friends, and was pretty popular, but Livia’s short attention span caused lots of problems with teachers. By the time she was 8 Liv’s pride issues worked their way into her social life. A lot of her friends accidentally insulted her, and she would turn her back on them, which suited most of her classmates’ interests. At that point, Livia's classmates had determined her as "The freak with the cold stare." Livia had some friends, but more enemies. Liv had always been high-strung, and she had a tendency to get into a lot of fights. A lot of her classmates were scared of her and her pride. Livia's ADHD and Dyslexia started to kick in around fourth grade. Livia was jumpy all the time, and easily spooked. She started having trouble reading, and didn't like to listen to teachers. At about the same time, Livia and Quell were starting to become noticeable to monsters. At the end of 5th grade, monsters attacked Livia's house, and she went to live at Camp Half Blood. Livia hasn’t been to school since, but she might start school for 10th grade next fall.
Appearance: Livia has a oval shaped face, with a high cheekbone and almond shaped eyes. Her eyes have been colored with a stormcloud-like grey. Livia’s eyelashes are long, long enough that they push on the outside of her swimming goggles whenever she wears them. Luckily, Liv’s eyes are not at all sensitive, and they rarely bother her. Livia’s nose looks a little like a princess nose, with a high tip. It sits directly at the center of her face, at an even space between her eyes. Livia’s hair is a strawberry blonde, layered, and just the slightest bit curly. The curls don’t really show though, and her hair only curves in slightly at the bottom. Livia likes to dye her hair with red streaks, to stand out from her crowd of fair haired siblings, but never more than five. Livia would never put permanent dye in her hair, so she dyes it with kool-aid, which works pretty well.
Liv is pretty short for her age, only around 5’ 4”. She’s skinny, but a lot stronger than she looks. She’s a lot smaller than her brother, which she hates. Livia’s arm muscles are stronger than her leg muscles, as she has better hand-eye coordination. Livia has a slight tan, but her skin is fairly pale for someone who spends so much time out in the sun.
Personality: Livia is very ADHD for a half-blood, especially in comparison to her quiet brother. She’s not at all shy, and often is naive enough to go up to someone and start talking. She has a courageous side, one that has no problem charging someone when she is mad, or speaking her mind when she thinks something is wrong. Livia is a good leader, often telling people what to do, but she is too bossy to ever get people to listen to her, even if her ideas are good. Livia has some dyslexia, but she doesn’t let that stop her from reading and some people are surprised to hear that she has any at all. Livia is a rule breaker, and doesn’t like to listen to people. She has a great memory, and therefore holds grudges for a long time. Livia also tends to bother people when she’s bored. She’s very snarky, and talks back a lot, even though there are almost no authorities in her life. Liv has a smart mouth, and that can get her into a lot of trouble, but she has quick reflexes, and as soon as you say one wrong word, she is plotting your revenge.  This  helps her in battle too. Livia is never off guard and is always prepared to kick some monster butt at any given time.
Although Livia is a hard shell to break, she is kind and trustworthy when she get’s to know you. Livia won’t ever let out a secret she has promised, and plays by her own honor code. She sticks to her promises. Although Livia is too ADHD to sit down and listen to problems, she tries to help in any way she can. Livia is always trying to think positive, even though she sees the glass as half empty.  She’s very bouncy, and always on the move.  She likes to think about herself very positively, to the point where she is even arrogant about her abilities.  She is a hard worker and never gives up. Liv never backs down and always defends herself and her friends against any threat, be it monster or mortal.
Fatal Flaw: Her pride. Most of the time it’s useful, but sometimes it drives her to the verge of insanity, never stopping, to always have to come out on top. If you kick her, she’ll kick you back until you give up. Livia always likes to have the upper hand.
Likes: Livia loves sports and the outdoor world. Luckily for  her, she is very athletic and excels in  all the sports she does.  Livia is a big reader, although she is often prevented from doing so because her active body can’t stay inside and still for such a long time. Livia loves most sports, such as swimming, running, soccer and horseback riding.  
Dislikes:  Livia hates people with bigger egos then she has, mostly because they often possess similar traits to her own personality and she likes to be original. Livia also hates being told what to do. She doesn’t like small confined spaces either, and prefers the outdoors to inside anyday. Liv is slightly claustrophobic
Pets: Livia is planning to get a dog soon, although she has a horse that she shares with her brother.
Talents: - Livia has a great memory. Although she can’t remember everything, she is often very close.
-Livia often can tell what people are saying before they say anything. She doesn’t have any specific demigod powers (although perhaps this was a trait developed from her mother) but has learned to read people’s body language and emotions.
Weapons: Livia has a sharp aim, thus making spears and short swords her weapon instead of the classic greek sword.
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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:19 am


reserved for quell malcolm


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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:26 am

we are alone with our changing minds

cassiopeia drayton

Name: Cassiopeia Sophie Drayton is this girl’s given name, although she rarely uses it.
Nicknames: Cas is her preferred alias, and many people know her by that only. Cassie is the only other nickname that Cas has, but it reminds her of the person she considers to be her mortal dad so she tries to avoid that nickname as much as possible. Although this is more of an alias, Cas is also sometimes known by the name of Cassidy Ward.
Age: Cas is 17 years old
Birthdate: She will turn 18 on March 18th, 2015, making her birth year 1997.
Gender: Despite her name, Cas is a girl
Immortal Lineage: Cas is a daughter of Zeus, the king of olympus and lord of the skies.
Mortal Family: Cas’s mother is called Rosaline Copeland and her husband (Cas’ step-father), Jacob Copeland. She has a step-brother named Leo and a half sister named Ruby. The most important person is Cas’ life by far is her father figure, Rosaline’s first husband, Julius Drayton.
Years in Camp: Cas is new in camp and hasn’t been claimed, although she knows the gods exist.
History: Roseline had never been a woman to settle down with one partner at a time. She drifted from boyfriend to boyfriend, always finding some way to ditch them after a week or two. Zeus was no exception, but unlike most other guys, he left after one night. Roseline was distraught at first, but she got over it quickly and moved on to her next boyfriend. However, this one was different. Julius caught Roseline’s attention, and she was actually in love for once. They got married shortly before Cas was born and moved to London to raise a family together. When Cas was a young girl, her mother didn’t see any reason to hide anything from Cas, so Cas always knew that Julius wasn’t her real father. But that didn’t matter to Cas, Julius was the father she never had and she treated him like a real father. He was better than some random guy that just abandoned her before she was even born. People who didn’t know them very well even said Cas looked a little bit like Julius. Cas was always used to being an only child and having her parents dote on her, but her mother and her didn’t always get along. Perhaps it was because her mother disapproved of Cas’ free spirit and honest nature, but they fought a lot and this was highly contrasted by Julius’ overall support. The fighting between Cas’ mother and her got worse and worse all throughout middle school, until finally, Roseline had enough of Cas’ irresponsibility. It was one suspension too much and only at age 14, Cas packed up her things and left.

Julius and Roseline did everything they could to look for Cas, but the police failed to find her. Cas had been missing for a little less than a week, living out of an alleyway, when she got into some trouble. There were a lot of gangs and slumlords in the area where Cas was hiding out, and they people you didn’t want to cross. But unfortunately, a couple of days into her life as a fugitive, a gang claimed the spot where she lived. Cas didn’t have the head or the cowardice to run away, so she told them to screw off. She fought with all her heart, and was finally kicked out with several bruises up and down her arms. During the fight, Cas lost control and accidentally fried the hair off of several teenagers. Although Cas was not powerful enough to seriously injure them, most of their hair was singed off. And for that, the promised that she would pay. So Cas did what any sensible, frightened child would do. She ran.

Meanwhile, things were not going so well back at the Drayton’s. Roseline and Julius got into a huge fight in Cas’ absence, him insisting that it was Roseline’s lack of care and commitment issues were what got Cas into this mess. Roseline argued that Julius’ pampering made Cas wild and untamable. Julius was kicked out, so when Cas finally decided to return home, she found her father gone and her mother dating another man. Roseline told Cas that  Although she returned even more angry about the way that Roseline had treated Julius, Cas was forbidden from seeing him, because he was deemed a bad influence by her mother. In reality, Roseline feared that Cas would leave her for Julius. Being the passive man that he was, Julius did not dare fight for Cas’ custody, but he one day hoped that she would return to him.

Cas had never been more angry at her mother. She found herself in a new part of London surrounded by a step family whom she hated and a baby half sister. No matter what, Cas could not help but hate them. She did everything she could to rebel- stay out late and party with her friends, forget to call her mother, go to the far outskirts of London by herself, and by age 16, she had gotten too far out of Roseline’s control. Roseline sent her to boarding school in upstate New York, far away from their home in the suburbs of London, in hopes that she would learn to behave herself. Cas despised this, and ran away from the boarding school as well. While she was on the run, making her way towards New York City, she ran into a saytr that had been looking for her at her boarding school. Cas feared that he was going to turn her in, so she hid from him for several days, before he revealed to her that he was only trying to help. He was the one that told Cas about the gods, and about her real father. Cas was seemingly unfazed by this mind blowing concept, and reluctantly agreed to accompany the satyr to camp. They traveled by bus to NYC and within several days, they were headed to Montauk. Unfortunately, the saytr had to rush off to find another halfblood, so he left Cas at the train station with instructions to find camp. And that is how we find Cas, 4 hours later, standing at Thalia’s tree with a slip of paper in her hand and a suitcase in the other.
Physical Appearance: Cas is not one to stand out in a crowd, although fairly pretty, and she likes it that way. Her appearance hasn’t changed much since she was young, except to shoot upward from the ground and lose all her baby teeth and fat, making Cas a tall, gangly girl, standing at 5’7” in height. It is assumed that she won’t grow anymore, since she is already rather tall. This height is often added to by the heels Cas likes to wear when she goes to parties.

Cas’ face is oval shaped, and still has some baby fat on it, although her cheekbones do become noticeable when she smiles. Her skin is pale, and she tans only on her arms and legs and only slightly, making her face look as though it is almost never exposed to the sun. Cas’ face has always been covered in a plethora of freckles. Her nose is long and just short of triangular, making it the least favorite of all of Cas’ features. Her lips are always bright red, even without makeup, but Cas’ eyelashes always need to be enhanced by mascara, due to the fact that they are fairly short. Cas feels no shame in putting makeup  on, rather, she likes the confidence it gives her. Cas also tends to wear fairly long earrings and necklaces as accessories.

Cas has bright blue eyes, that can appear anywhere from blue to green to storm grey, depending on the lighting. The blue in Cas’ irises isn’t exactly the neon color that a lot of her siblings have, but her eyes themselves seem to shimmer with whatever emotion Cas is feeling.

Cas has naturally golden blonde hair, that runs down her back in messy curls. No matter how many times Cas brushes it, it looks like she just got back from the beach. This used to anger Cas, but now she doesn’t really care. Cas has been known to straighten it once or twice, but she likes it curly.
Personality: + stubborn, resourceful, honest
- manipulative, loner, mistrusting
Cas has always been a bit of a loner. It seems that no matter how social she is, and no matter how many friends she makes, she’s on her own in the grand scheme of things. That’s okay, people aren’t that important to Cas anyways. Cas has always felt like she was on her own, even among her circle of friends. Her dad is the only person who has ever made Cas feel at home, and now that he’s gone, she trusts very few people. And by very few people, I mean no one. Cas has never trusted anyone as much as she trusted Julius and she doubts she ever will.

Cas can change how she appears to certain people, being the manipulative person she is. Very few people know what the real Cas is like. Some think she is polite and kind and caring, some think she is a very shy, quiet girl. Cas is neither. She is closed off without being shy, and has created a wall around herself that prevents people from really getting to know her. Cas is extremely good at figuring out how people tick. She is pretty good at empathizing with people, although choses to distance herself from them. To Cas, it’s always her verses the world.

Cas tends to be rather snarky and sarcastic a lot of the time, choosing to cover up hurt with sarcasm instead of letting it show, even when she isn’t around others. This allows her to sound like she’s on someone’s side when she isn’t. Cas is the kind of person who’s friends know little about her, although they don’t realize it. Neither does she, in a way. Cas manages to isolate her own personality and keep herself from becoming the subject of most conversations. The only true friends Cas ever had were in London, before she ran away, and she has had few people that she actually calls friends since.
Fatal Flaw: Cas’ fatal flaw is her mistrust in people
Likes: Cas really likes metal music. It drowns out her thoughts and allows her to forget about her life. Cas also enjoys preparing for the zombie apocalypse, although it’s unknown to her that it’s already happened. Because of her namesake, Cas has begun to enjoy astronomy quite a lot and she wants to become an astronomer or a forensic anthropologist when she gets older, given that she survives.
Dislikes: Cas hates peppy people, conformity for the sake of conformity, car rides, and brussel sprouts.
Pets: Cas has no pets
Talents: Cas has one power from her father, to control lightning and thunder. She can create small bursts of lightning from her fingertips and can expel them at monsters. Often they can kill on her first shot, similar to how a spear works. However, Cas has yet to master this power and a fight without a weapon or allies (as if Cas would be seen with allies) would probably kill her, due to the fact that she isn’t the best with her aim and her energy is limited. This is easier for Cas during storms, or when it’s already raining.
Cas’ hair is often amplified with electricity, right after she’s used her powers or
Weapons: Cas has a sword which she named Omega
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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:34 am

Name: Eleanor [Greek - bright, shining one] Danielle [French - God is my judge] Van de Kamp [Dutch]
Nicknames: Eleanor does 'do' nicknames, but people have called her Ellie or Elle, much to her distaste.
Age: Eleanor is 17 years old
Birthdate: February 7th, 1998
Gender: Female
Immortal Lineage: Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty
Mortal Family: Maximilian Van de Kamp [older brother] - Max and Eleanor have a complicated relationship. In a sense Max is the only family she has, an older brother turned pseudo parent. But Max isn't a parent in any ways- he encouraged behavior that made the siblings no better than their parents. In most aspects, Max and Eleanor are like normal siblings, they fight and they tease each other, but Max is the only real friend Eleanor has, and the one person who understands what Eleanor has gone through.
Robert Van de Kamp [father] - If Eleanor was asked whom she hated the most out of everyone in the entire world, her father would be the answer on the tip of her tongue. Robert wasn't a good father; he drank, he had endless affairs, he got angry. More than once, Eleanor had to dodge a glass thrown at her, or worse. Robert treated his children like trophies, using them to parade around, while ignoring them in the house, insisting they make no sounds.
Victoria Van de Kamp [step-mother] - Not so much ignored, as Max was, but ignored and detested. Eleanor knew her father tested the limits of her stepmothers patience by bringing her into the house and for that, Eleanor has always paid. Victoria Van de Kamp was also from a rich and well known family, and understood the necessity of appearance. She knew she needed to act like Eleanor and Max were her own, taking them to pre school and day care and eventually dropping them off at boarding school and sleep away camps, with fake kisses to seem like she cared, but that didn't stop Victoria from ignoring the children as soon as they were away from outside view.
Years in Camp:

Eleanor, a rich bankers brat, seemed to have everything. Money, family, a good school, anything she could have asked for. This could not be farther from the truth of the matter - the Van de Kamps were not happy people. Eleanor's father had a habit of sleeping with women (how her brother and her came around in the first place), and her stepmother was so busy planning her upper class meetings that she ignored her step children entirely. She didn't like them in the first place, especially since she had to pretend that they were her kids. Eleanor and Max were practically raised by their nanny, and the cook, and the butler. Anyone but their parents and Eleanor resented her father for that.

When Eleanor was very young, she didn't realize that Victoria was her step mother and didn't understand what she had done to make her mother hate her so. But as she grew, Eleanor began to see cracks in her life. She grew to understand her father's ways; she and Maximilian were props. They served to fulfill the appearance of normality, nothing more. Eleanor, from a very young age, was used to take care of herself - yet used to using her father as a threat as well. She liked being able to do that, it made it seem like she was close with her father, and it made other kids resent her. Never having many friends, Eleanor became extremely reliant on herself. She did things her own way, and only her own way. Life at the Van De Kamps consisted mostly of public appearances, of maintaining an Instagram and Facebook that made Eleanor seem like the girl who had it all.

By the time Maximillian was 14, her stepmother had reason enough to be rid of them and sent them to a British preparatory school, where they could be educated, but more importantly, they were out of the way. It was there that Eleanor spent her winters, and being very young when she was ripped away from her home, she grew up fast. Only shielded from the world by her brother, Eleanor and Max grew close.

Over the years, Eleanor had noticed that her father had some issues with self control, but she didn’t really know what they were as a young girl. But by the time Eleanor was 10, she had already dodged more than just a punch. Her father was either drunk or frustrated, and needed to get his anger out somewhere. Maximillian’s disagreements with his father didn’t help quell the fire, and it was Max who took the blunt of their father’s rage, although Eleanor didn’t really know how bad it was at the time. Once Max was gone, that’s when her father’s abuse started to get bad. Eleanor needed a way out, and she found it when a satyr approached her at school one afternoon before spring break. Eleanor took that chance instantly; she packed her things and without a second glance, boarded a plane across the pond to Long Island. She doesn’t even think her family noticed.

The daughter of the goddess of beauty, Eleanor is, by anyone’s standard, beautiful. She’s not particularly tall or short, and would look average in a crowd, if it wasn’t for her immortal heritage. Eleanor looks effortlessly beautiful, and although she does wear makeup, she doesn’t need to. Her brown hair, which tumbles down her shoulders in ringlets, shimmers in the sunlight and frames her face almost perfectly without effort. She’s pale, but tans darkly in the summer, which sometimes looks unnatural and washed out, something that Eleanor hates. Eleanor’s eyes are brown and deep, something that gives her stare the feeling of coldness.

Eleanor works very hard on her appearance, just like her outward personality, and enjoys dressing up in fancy outfits and ballgowns. She’s active in concealing her flaws and knows how to dress so that no one notices how her shoulders are unnaturally square or put on makeup to distract from her nose, which she likes less than the rest of her body.

Eleanor, from the outside, seems like an extremely petty person. She’s shallow and self concerned, and is vaguely disinterested in making conversation about anything that’s not herself or something that she finds interesting. In this sense, Eleanor is anyone’s normal beauty queen; self involved, mostly concerned with the latest fashion trends and who so-and-so is dating.

And although Eleanor is a typical beauty queen, and enjoys being like that, she’s a lot smarter than many give her credit for. Eleanor is not just a pretty face and although her public appearance is beneficial, she sometimes wishes that people saw her for more than just a beautiful body. She’s brilliant, not in the way of smarts, but in her own way. She knows exactly how to push people to their limits, gather the information she wants without seeming invasive or impertinent.

Eleanor’s manner is shifting, and although she is extremely in control of how she acts, it often depends on the day. She can be as nice as she can be mean, but no matter how she appears, one constant stays from day to day, and that is Eleanor’s insincerity. She doesn’t care what your problems are, but knows how to draw you in, just so that you can tell her the information she needs. In this way, she’s more her father’s daughter than anyone else. Max had his appearance and words, but Eleanor walked like him
and had his gentle touch, his soft spoken humor that had enchanted Aphrodite.

Fatal Flaw: Eleanor’s insincerity will drive her into the grave. She’s not consistent, and she allows fake Eleanor, the way she thinks she should act in the situation, rule her and sometimes Eleanor isn’t even sure how she would react if she weren’t constantly thinking about how she should react, or how her father would want her to react.

Likes: Eleanor enjoys fashion and make-up, and once rode horses at her prestigious English boarding school, but has since fallen out of the habit. She doesn’t have much else that she likes to do, besides look pretty.
Dislikes: Eleanor doesn’t seem to like dirty things- whether people or objects or whatever. She also hates people who ask to many questions, and doesn’t like being told what to do, or what to think. And of course, she hates her father.
Pets: None
Talents: [Charmspeak] - Eleanor can convince people to do things, a talent she inherited from both of her parents. She’s able to use her words to manipulate others and is often able to get her way by the flash of a smile. Eleanor has been practicing this since she was born, practically, and her ability to do this is extremely high. She can’t convince people to do anything, but she could get them to do a lot.
Weapons: A silver blade that Eleanor’s brother gave to her. She doesn’t have much else and uses the camp weapons otherwise.

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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Fri Aug 01, 2014 12:39 am

Love yourself so no one has to

skyler carstairs

Name: ”Skyler.” Skyler Alexander Carstairs
Age: “Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.” 16. Skyler was born on December 3rd.
Gender: ”That’s blatantly obvious. Unless you’re blind, of course.” Male
God Parent: ”My mum’s the goddess of better than you.” Nike, goddess of victory

Claimed: “Yeah.”
Mortal Family: ”My dad’s dead.” Daniel Carstairs, 40, alive. Skyler also has a stepmom; Eleanor and 4 siblings; Isabelle (17, his step sister), Jeremiah (12, his half-brother), Blythe (14, his half-sister) and Alex (7, his younger half-brother)

Years in Camp: “I’ve been here since I was 12.” 3 years
Country of Origin: ”Can’t you tell by my accent?” British, however he’s lost most of his accent because he’s lived in America for so long.
Life Before CHB: ”I lived with my family. Then they were gone so I left.” Skyler was born in London where his father met his step mother Eleanor and her young daughter, Isabelle. They lived in London until the birth of Eleanor's 4th child (Alex). The family was broke and had nowhere to go. Shortly after Skyler's 8th birthday, they headed to New York City. There, the children were raised in the projects. Skyler knows he has 4 siblings but, being the second oldest, couldn’t be bothered to remember most of their names. From a young age, the boy lived in his own world. This quickly got him in trouble with his teachers and his classmates. Skyler’s brash mouth made him an easy target for the other students, until they learned that he bit back. As soon as Skyler turned 12, his parents started to lose money quickly. They could barely afford to eat. Because his father was too proud to ask for welfare, Skyler’s family turned to the harsh truth. Skyler was not one of them. They could not afford to have him there, and he must go. Skyler's father knew that Skyler could not stay much longer in the mortal world because he was a half blood (Daniel had gained this information because he could see through the mist and had befriended a saytr before Skyler was born). His family dropped Skyler and his few possessions off at Camp Half Blood. Because this experience was so traumatic for Skyler, he’s completely erased the memory from his brain. To this day, he believes that his father died when he was 12 and he came to live here. No one else knows that this is not actually the case.
Physical Appearance: “I’m hot.”  Skyler’s light brown hair that some people consider blond falls straight across his face. By some people’s standards his hair is unkempt and too long (of course it is both), but Skyler doesn’t care. Skyler has bright blue eyes, which he is incredibly proud of. Although a lot of times he could pass off for a son of Athena, Skyler’s blue eyes set him apart from the people he spends his time with. Skyler has a long and lanky build, making him tall but also skinny. The boy does not eat much for someone who is always growing and therefore is slightly underweight. Some people might think he starves himself, but truth be told, Skyler just is never that hungry. He came from a family where they barely had enough food to eat, and therefore Skyler is not used to eating much. Skyler is very awkward because of his odd build and often trips over things. Skyler has naturally pale skin that does not tan. Instead he burns, and it is not a strange sight to see Skyler’s skin bright red as he spends so much time in the sun. Because Skyler has been training for several years, his muscles are fairly defined. However, this strength does allow for the boy to become overconfident in his abilities. Skyler has terrible eyesight and glasses that are just barely visible frame his face. Skyler is handsome enough and he knows it. However, he knows when to play people through his looks and when not too.

Personality: ”I’m a bit of an arse.” Cocky and often overconfident, Skyler is someone who has trouble making friends. He doesn’t particularly mind though, because he likes being alone. Skyler is bad at approaching people and often is marked off as a bully (which he can sometimes be). While not cruel, Skyler is pugnacious and loves to argue with people, especially since he knows (or thinks!) he will win. Because of his cockiness Skyler can often rush himself into dangerous situations. While not outright mean, Skyler is very impulsive and says exactly what he thinks of someone, no matter how harsh it might be. Brutally honest, Skyler often doesn't realize he's hurting anyone. Skyler is fairly intellectual and enjoys learning, although he needs to learn it his way. Skyler often get wound up in his own head, making him a very difficult person to interact with. He does not like to be around people often and feels little empathy. He shows either very little emotion or he loses it and becomes extremely angry - two very polarizing . However, Skyler has learned to control his emotions fairly well. Skyler feels very alienated a lot of the time, partly because he thinks of himself as better than everyone else, and partly because he has such a hard time relating to others. Skyler has been diagnosed with minor autism due to his trouble relating to others, but his confidence rose dramatically over the years to a point where it's difficult to notice from the surface. Within, Skyler has a lot of ticks, and often cannot or doesn't bother making conversation with people.
Fatal Flaw: “What flaws?” Skyler is totally self reliant, rendering him useless in games like capture the flag because he has such a hard time taking orders or listening to other people’s opinions. Skyler plays by his own rules and his own rules only.

Pets: ”Animals don’t like me.” Skyler hates animals. 

Talents: ”I’m just so bloody full of them.” Skyler is strong and he's fairly smart, although his cheek comments and know-all attitude often mask whatever he does not know. Skyler is also lucky. He is more likely to win when the chances are 50/50 (because his mother is the goddess of victory).

Weapon: ”A blade.” Skyler’s celestial bronze blade has his mother’s name carved into it. It is a fairly short blade, measuring only a foot and a half in length, and Skyler carries it with him at all times.
Year Round or Summer: Year round
Other: Skyler is a Slytherin
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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Fri Aug 01, 2014 1:02 am

it’s time to begin isn’t it

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Character you're applying for: Malcolm; Son of Athena; Canon Co-Cabin Leader of Athena
Appearance:  Malcolm would like to be as unnoticeable as possible. Unfortunately, due to the pale white scars running up and down his arm, he’s not. The half-blood is around 5’3” in height, a little on the short side for a boy of 14 and weighs almost 120 pounds. Malcolm’s arms and legs are long, long enough to give him a scrawny, unhealthy appearance. His build is small, and he always looks underweight, no matter how much he might eat.
Malcolm’s face is a oval shape, flat at his chin. His cheekbones are high, as are his eyebrows,  constantly giving the impression that he is surprised. Light brown freckles are sprinkled across Malcolm’s long nose. His eyes are almond shaped and too big for Malcolm’s liking, even if they are the thing he prides most about his appearance. His pupils are big and empty, while his irises remain a light grey.  
Malcolm’s hair is a straw blonde. It’s cut short on the sides, although in the top and back, it sticks out. Malcolm never bothers to comb it because it always gets messed up again.
Personality: Malcolm is shy and conserved and has been this way all his life. He has trouble getting through to people, and prefers to read, or plan a battle over playing a game of basketball. When he was young, people ignored him, passed him by. He did well in school (He’s not dumb) but never talked to others and never raised his hand in class. In camp, it’s the same way. Although he’s much happier, Malcolm doesn’t really bond with anyone, sticking to his siblings for friends.
But sometimes, being shy gets in the way. Malcolm is a natural-born leader, one the traits he inherited from his mother. Whenever he plays capture the flag, Malcolm can’t help but tell people what to do. He isn’t scared of large crowds, or speaking in front of people. People are often surprised by this, as they assume he is the stereotypical shy kid.
Although witty and snarky when he needs to be, Malcolm is a socially awkward person. He will say the wrong things at the wrong time and won’t understand why people are staring at him after that.
Malcolm independent in battle and doesn’t often rely on other people for anything else. He is also very fidgety.

Sample Roleplay: Malcolm sat up abruptly, bumping his head on the low beam. He tossed the covers off his pajama clad figure and stood, rubbing his temple where he had hit it. He looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings and the memory of last night came flooding back to him.

He was standing atop Half-Blood Hill, looking down at what was to be his new home. According to the satyr that had brought him there. His satyr was already halfway down the hill, scrambling down on his goat feet, but he turned and motioned for Malcolm to come, a smile on his face. Malcolm watched in surprise as the satyr’s smile turned to a frown of worry. He gestured again, but this time with a sense of urgency that Malcolm couldn’t ignore. The satyr yelled something, and although Malcolm could barely hear him, he made out something like “Behind you!” Malcolm whirled around. A serpent was running towards him, at top speed. In panic, Malcolm looked at the satyr for help. The satyr threw a dagger to Malcolm, and he reached his hand out and caught it on the hilt. Malcolm look in shock at the blood running down his arm, making a pool of blood at his shoes. Meanwhile, the serpent was coming closer and closer. He clutched the knife in his hand even tighter, ignoring the searing pain followed by a numb tingling in his right hand. Malcolm watched as the serpent got within 50 feet. Then a rush of adrenaline seared through his veins, and he ran, as hard and as fast as he could, down the hill. When he reached the hill, Malcolm watched for a split second as the monster collided with an invisible force field and staggered backwards, before he lost his balance and tumbled down the hill, the knife flying out of his hand as he went.

The rest of the night was fuzzy. Malcolm remembered being offered a square of what tasted like caramel, and a silver owl appearing above his head. He had been told he was claimed. What did that mean? Claimed by who? Malcolm intended to find out.

“You’ve woken up.” A girl who looked around his age said matter-a-factly. Malcolm nodded. Before he could stop himself, a jumble of questions tumbled out of his mouth.
“Where are we? What is this place? Last night- was it real? What was that symbol on my head? What does getting claimed mean? Do monsters really exist?” Malcolm immediately regretted this as the girl laughed. He looked at his shoes.
“You know that gods exist. Claiming means being claimed by your mother or father. The grey owl stands for the Goddess of Wisdom, Athena.” The girl nodded. “She’s your mother, Malcolm.”
In Character

What is your name?

Describe yourself in five words or less.
uhh I don't know.
Was that 5 words? no? damn it.

What is something most people don't know about you?
I don't like milk or cherries. And I'm allergic to chocolate.
(wow that's all foods).
I also wrote a book.

How do you feel about Camp Half-Blood?
It's fine. It gets a bit boring, but it's not normally. The people are ok, I guess.

Where would you go on a first date?
movie? that's like the most uncreative thing in the world. Oh well whatever.

What is your favourite season? Why?
Season 4. Or season 5, I don't know.

Oh wait. You weren't talking about Doctor Who seasons were you?

If you were stuck on an island with three objects that could not be used to transport you back to main land, what would they be?
My laptop (so I can email my friends to come and get me), a chest that contains endless amounts of food and a house.

If you could meet anyone in the world for lunch (living or deceased), who would it be and what would you talk about?
Oh thats really hard. Maybe Einstein. Or (this is kind of selfish of me) I'd want to talk to my dad.

You just won the lottery! What is the first thing that you do?
Probably sit on the couch for a half-hour in shock

Quick! You're looking for a box of tampons at the drug store when you hear a CRASH and a shrill SCREECH and someone screaming. You run over to investigate and find that a dracana is terrorizing the hair supply aisle. What do you do?
Tampons? You know I'm a guy, right?
Oh and a dracana wouldn't look scary to a regular mortal so your question isn't applicable.

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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Sun Apr 03, 2016 6:18 pm

Eleanor Van De Kamp is ready for acceptance!

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PostSubject: Re: the lucky ones,   Mon Apr 04, 2016 11:12 pm

*eleanor is accepted!
philip do you like it uptown? it's quiet uptown.

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