Name: Aaron Taylor
God Parent: Athena
Claimed: Yes, it was always obvious, although,
Mortal Family: Kyle Aaron.
Years in Camp: Six Years.
Brief History: Aaron was born on October 22nd, 1995 on a crisp morning in northern Vancouver, he was born to "Athena" and Kyle Taylor, a young couple supposedly "In love." Although, only after a year Athena left the boy with his father, and was never seen again. Aaron grew up in a lazy life-style, even so he excelled in school, even so. His life was normal, other then the constant fights with school teachers, and the switching of schools, often enough he'd find himself farther and farther away from his father.
He never really made any -real- friends until he met Jacob. Jacob was also an outcast, he was in the last border school Aaron would even really be in, for now. Aaron had gone to "North Crest." A school for "Adolescent" children who acted out, at the ripe age of Ten he was whisked away by his father and put on a train with supplys, his father told him to "Shut up and keep your head down." And then, he told him. Who he was, and where he was going.
Aaron had been at Camp-Half blood ever since, for six years he had no contact with his father other then "MSN" and phone, it may have been limited, but that is all his father could bare, his father was scared of him, perhaps confused? He never knew.
Physical Appearance: Aaron is tall and skinny, he holds no real muscle on him, he never really seems to gain weight from the large quantity of food he downs every day, (Probably one of the most inept food-eaters in camp.) His hair is always combed neatly into a neat parting, both sides of his hair nearly covering each eye.
Good Traits: Always focuses on the task ahead and only sways his concentration for things which are in desperate need of.
Flaws: He's a chicken, he is afraid of being on the front field and fighting, although he could. He wouldn't enjoy it.
Good Habits: He wants to absorb any information possible, so he does! He'll study that fact until he'll be satisfied.
Bad Habits: He has a one-track mind, he can't help ignoring petty problems for his own, it isn't that he's greedy, or a jerk - Its more that he is one-track.
Any weird habits?: Chewing his bottom lip until it is raw is one.
Fears: Fighting, pointy things and blades.
Favorite Food: Cheese, anything that is cheesy.
Favorite Drink: Half-Moca espresso.
Favorite Scent: Crisp morning air.
Favorite Movie: March of the Penguins.
Favorite Song: "Sum - 41" Better off on my own.
Favorite Band/Singer: Sam Roberts.
Favorite Time of Year: Early Fall
Favorite Time of Day: 4-am sharp.
Best Subject (Camp): Archery, Arts and crafts.
Best Subject (School): Math, Science, English and History.
Worst Subject (Camp): Monster Slaying, Capture the flag, anything physically straining.
Worst Subject (School): Gym, French and Cross-country.
Fatal Flaw: He can't fight, not one bit, he can run and such, but he isn't physically inept, realistically he'd be horrible at fighting anything other then a copy of himself, and if such he'd probably come to a conses with it and stop the fighting.
Pets: A hawk which he has proudly named 'Hawkett', (For it is a bird.) It comes by every winter season to stay in the camp.
Talents: None battle specific, but he can see patterns in most battle-plans, and or computer codes.
Weapons: A bilbo.
Year-Round or Summer: Year 'Round.