Mortal Family: Mary Edgely (Mother, 34.), Elly Edgely (Sister, 17. She's the one poking him.)
Years in Camp: 5 (2 as a Summer only, 3 as a Year-Rounder)
Brief History: Felix was born in Ireland. He spent his early years making mischief and getting into trouble, often dragging his none-too-innocent sister along for the ride. At age 13, he discovered real partying. He always found time to go to wild parties and other "social events" of that sort, even to the detriment of his grades. By the time he left for camp halfblood permanently, he had gotten pretty far with a lot of people, and didn't want the same for his sister. He sadly told his mom and sister he was staying in America, and they agreed it was for the best. He still visits regularly, though. His greatest tragedy was learning of his father's death. He regularly sneaks off campus to attend parties.
Physical Appearance: Felix is 5'8, and weighs 150lbs. Though definitely on the skinnier side, he has a bit of muscle definition. He has brown hair, bright blue eyes, and surprisingly tan skin for an Irish boy, which he attributes to his father. There is a small (3in2) tattoo of the Capricorn (goat Zodiac sign) symbol on the inside of his left wrist. He most often wears striped tank tops of various shades of green, black skinny jeans, black converse, and a rubber bracelet with some stupid phrase.
Personality: Felix is a complete party animal, as well as very outgoing and friendly. He spend most of his time clubbing and drinking. There are very few things he really takes seriously, and foremost among these are his relationships. He cares for his friends to the best of his abilities, and does his best not to freeload. His tendency to be far too carefree gets in the way of this. He brags a lot, and often tries to take charge of situations. He drinks a lot, but rarely gets drunk.
Following Logan's betrayal and the Manticore incident, Felix has become increasingly reserved. He still hosts parties, but rarely engages in the dancing or conversation with the other campers anymore.
Fatal Flaw: He tries too hard to be dominant and in charge. This causes him to be rebellious and insubordinate, and can ruin the dynamics of groups he's working in.
Talents: He's awesome at dancing. He can use his pan pipes to manipulate nature similarly to the satyrs, and things simply tend to grow around him. He can put off an aura that breaks people's concentration and forces them into a state of jubilation.
Weapons: His pan pipes and powers. In battle, he wears celestial bronze greaves and brass knuckles, all of which are spiked.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: He can hold his liquor well enough to rival many a child of Dionysus. Loves trance, techno, all wubwub that is not Skrillex, and pretty much any other type of music one can dance to. Favorite song at present: Human (The Killers). Bi.
Mortal Family: Christopher Harrison (Father, ✝, 28 ATD), Max Harrison (Grandfather, ✝, 63 ATD)
Years in Camp: 10
Brief History: Abel's father, Christopher, was, like his brothers, a fighter. However, while Abel's uncles are all in the army, Christopher fought a very different enemy- fire. His heroism drew the attention of Irene, and after a whirlwind courtship, she left with child in a manner similar to Athena- Chris found baby Abel at the foot of his bed, wrapped in a white blanket with a piece of parchment paper attached- "Take good care of him, he's yours. Love, Irene" it read. (The goddess had used her real name, as it was still common in modern times.) Chris loved his son dearly, and raised him, with help from Abel's grandfather, Max. Max took Abel when Chris was lost on 9/11. Abel was five. When a satyr found Abel two years later, Max let him go, not with sadness, but a guilty joy. He had never been particularly fond of Abel. Max made it very clear to the satyr that he would not take Abel back for any stretch of time. He died three months later. Abel has lived at camp ever since.
Physical Appearance: Abel is pretty tall at 6 feet flat. He weighs 175lb, and it's all muscle. His eyes are a slightly pale blue-green, and his hair is brown- not a light brown, or a dark brown, just brown. He has tan skin. Abel's face is boyish, and often lit with a sincere smile. He's pretty smooth on top, but his legs are kinda fuzzy. He usually cycles through three different shirts- a gray button-down, a black tank top, and a red tee that says, "COME AT ME, BRO." Abel isn't bound by modesty, however, and if his shirts are unavailable, he'll simply go without. He always wears either white 501 jeans, plaid shorts, or cargoes. As for shoes, he owns a pair of black converse, a pair of red converse, and a pair of navy suede topsiders.
Personality: Basically, a giant puppy.
The Good: Abel is, as his parentage would suggest, peace loving and kind. He is not easily frustrated, but should someone actually get him mad, they'll have the fury of hell coming down on them. Abel is sweet and a kind of dorky, if a little childish. He puts up with a lot from the people he considers his friends. Abel loves a good joke, and laughs often. He's quite brave, which his father used to joke, "must run in the family."
The Bad: Abel's pretty naive. Sarcasm tends to go right over his head. He has very strong opinions, and will launch into lengthy debates should he feel they are being challenged.Perhaps his most negative quality is his persistence. Though this can be helpful, it can lead to tactlessness, which in turn leads to hurt feelings- often those of others, but sometimes his own.
The Ugly: Do NOT get him started on politics.
Fatal Flaw: Abel puts too much faith in the people around him. In other words, he trusts too easily. He is almost naive in his belief that an apology is always sincere, setting him up to be hurt by those who would try to take advantage of him.
Talents: Abel is good at Parkour. He is also an excellent negotiator, and can talk people out of- or in to- almost anything.
Weapons: He doesn't carry weapons.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round. He doesn't have anywhere else to go.
Other: Has a phobia of airplanes and heights. He'd rather be called Abel, but is OK with the name Abe. He loves debate and politics. If you make fun of his feet, he will kill you in a very friendly manner. He's bi, but prefers guys and is fairly selective as to who he does, well, anything with.
Mortal Family: Ellis Findley (Father), Mary-Ellen Findley (Stepmother), Anna Findley (Younger Half-Sister), Bill Findley (Older Half-Brother)
Years in Camp: 4
Brief History: Ellis Findley seems, by all accounts, to be your average "good ol' boy" Texan. This is not true. He was- and is- abusive to his family, and has cheated on his wife multiple times. However, the facade he kept up of the loving husband was good enough to fool everyone around him- good enough, even, to fool a goddess. Demeter was, to him, just another fling, but she was different from the rest in a big way- she left him a kid. He was cruel to Henry from the start. Both Bill, who is four years older, and Anna, who is two years younger, are Mary-Ellen's children. She loved Henry all the same, but Ellis made it very clear that he was not a part of their family. And then all went to hell when Ellis found a twelve-year-old Henry kissing another boy. The abuse and cruelty tripled, and there were many times when he almost killed himself. His brother eventually convinced him the he could take him somewhere safe, and a desperate, trusting Henry followed. In actuality, he had been lured into a trap. His brother locked him away in an unused storage shed, out in woods. He was abused in almost every way imaginable here, for almost a month, until finally he was rescued by his satyr, and brought to camp. He suffered from PTSD his first year there, but with help from Allys, a daughter of Psyche and his best friend in the world, he recovered.
Physical Appearance: Henry has light brown hair and bluegreen eyes. He has pale skin, and small ears. He is 6'1 and weighs 195lb. It's all muscle though, and he's actually fairly skinny. He wears plain clothes- jeans, a plaid overshirt, and a white tanktop.
Personality: Henry is kind, and rather protective of those he cares about. However, he is somewhat sarcastic much of the time. This along with his rather cycnical point of view, has earned him a reputation as a jerk with a heart of gold. He is something of a tough guy. He's very trustworthy, and expects the same from others.
Fatal Flaw: He is too trusting. This has been the cause of the majority of his problems in life, including his abuse at the hands of his brother.
Talents: He is an excellent gardener and farmer. He can control plants and force them to grow, as well as radically alter them at a cellular level (increase glucose production to strengthen and harden them, break down glucose into simpler carbohydrates to make them easier for humans to metabolize, etc.). He's immune to plant-based poisons.
Weapons: A Celestial bronze dagger. Additionally, he carries seeds of multiple kinds on him as ammunition for his powers.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: Has a southern accent, which he hates to be made fun of for. Secretly terrified of squid. Bi.
Brief History: Zeus, as many rulers have been, is attracted to power. This is why he fell in love with Eleanor King; she was, and is, an exceptionally strong woman. She commanded any conference or board from the moment she strode in to the moment she left, and Zeus found this irresistible. And so the young executive was blessed with a child, Trenton. She raised him to be firm and assertive, and that is exactly how he turned out. Zeus informed Eleanor of Camp Halfblood shortly after Trenton's birth, and thusly spared them pain of monster attacks. Trenton has spent the majority of his free time at camp.
Physical Appearance: Trenton lacks the blond hair most expect from children of Zeus. Rather, his is a dark brown, and it complements his steel blue eyes and pale skin. He is 5'10, and quite skinny, weighing only 135 pounds. His clothing is very subdued, mostly jeans, buttondowns, and t-shirts. He does clean up nicely, though, and dress a bit more flamboyantly for special occasions- an orange scarf, fedora, and belt over black jeans and a black tux jacket.
Personality: Trenton is a very determined person. He does what he must to get what he wants. He has morals, of course, and will not violate them, but gets pretty damn close sometimes. He has learned to be respectful, though he's not above left-handed compliments and subtle insults. He's rarely outright rude. His ambition and wit are tempered by a high level of sensitivity, which he will very often keep hidden, as well as the sentimentality that many say will be his undoing.
Fatal Flaw: He is an INCREDIBLY sentimental person. This means he has trouble letting go of lost loved ones, past experiences, etc. This makes it impossibly hard for him to deal with betrayal.
Talents: He can play the piano fairly well. His powers are wind control and electricity control and generation.
Weapons: Bow and Arrows, as well as a spool of copper wire which he uses to create electrified traps.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer (More along the lines of Summer and every any other time he wants to and is off school)
5 “Nancy Manning?” “Here.” “John McAddams?” “Present.” “Duke McKenzie?” “…” “Duke, I can see you.” Mrs. Elton wasn’t pleased. She’d had an extremely romanticized idea of her first day as a teacher, and not fifteen minutes she already had a troublemaker. “Why won’t you answer me?” “My name’s not Duke! It’s Ducky!’ Up until just under a year earlier, Duke hadn’t been able to pronounce his name. It always left his tiny lips as "Duhk," earning him the nickname Duck. His mother decided that Ducky was cuter, and it stuck. Duke refused to go by anything else. Mrs. Elton sighed. "Duke, Ducky is not your real name. It's a pet name for a baby, and frankly, isn't it time you outgrew it?" Duke huffed. Mrs. Elton snarled. The principal sighed. The next day, the roster read, "Ducky McKenzie."
10 "Ducky. Hey. Hey Ducky." Duke glanced up from his book and grinned. "Hey John! What's up?" Closing the thin tome, the 10 year old scooted down the bench to make room for the 10-and-a-half year old, staring intently at his best friend all the while. John and Duke had best friends since that first day in Kindergarten. As soon as Duke had re-entered the room, his smile, glowing in triumph, a stark contrast to the dower face of Mrs. Elton, John had sprung up to the young boy and gleefully introduced himself. From that moment on, they were conjoined at the hip. "Ducky, do you wanna go see a movie this weekend?" Duke grinned. "Sure!" There was no question that they would do SOMETHING together, but they rarely got to go to the movies. Duke LOVED the movies. "Wadda ya wanna go see?" John shrugged. "Whatever is ok with you." They saw Doogle. They laughed. They shared popcorn. Things were good.
15 "Duke? Are you out here?" Duke's eyes snapped open. It was misting; tiny droplets of water fell gently through the air and settled in his golden locks. He recognized the voice, the one that pierced the deep bass emanating from the house who's yard he sat in. Concealed behind a hedgerow, he prayed the boy, his best friend for ten long years, wouldn't find him. He hoped in vain. "There you are!" John's hand rested gently on Duke's back. He stiffened. John frowned. "Duke? What's wrong?" Duke looked up at John. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, and he was trembling slightly. John's frown grew deeper. He pushed a strand of hair from Duke's eyes. "Ducky? You in there?" John switched back to Duke's old pet name, use only by his closes friends and family now. Duke nodded. "What's wrong then?" "You'll hate me..." "What?" "I SAID YOU'LL HATE ME!" Duke screamed. John flinched back, startled, then pulled Duke close. The blonde boy squirmed in his friend's embrace. "I could never hate you." John mumbled into Duke's shoulder. "Now tell me what's wrong." "J-John? I..." Duke braced himself for what he was sure would come. "I like boys." "Oh." Silence. "Anyone in particular?" Duke nodded. "Is it... is it me?" Duke nodded again. John pulled back slightly, so that they faced each other. Fear, regret, and a great sadness danced through Duke's eyes. "... Hey Ducky?" John pulled him close again, nose to nose. Duke blinked in confusion. "You're an idiot." They kissed. It started to rain. A hellhound killed John a week later. Duke hasn't been home since.
Skin Duke's skin is fairly pale. Pimples and acne have never really been a problem for him.
Hair Duke's hair is a slightly pale blonde. He keeps it medium length and choppy. It's frequently in his eyes.
Face Duke has warm brown eyes. He has a few freckles across the bridge of his nose.
Clothes Duke tends to wear t-shirts and short sleeved button downs on top, and jeans or cargo shorts on the bottom.
Other Duke stands 5'8 and weighs 150lb with very little fat on him. He's not skinny, but not bulky muscular either.
The Good Duke is a loyal friend, a caring person, and a kind soul over all. His jokes are goofy, his laughter is bright, and his smiles wide. He never abandons tasks once he sets his mind to them, and almost always forgives.
The Bad Duke often underestimates the loyalty and trust others put in him. For all his forgiveness, he doubts people will forgive him. The gravity of serious situations often takes a while to hit him. He harbors a great sadness and guilt over John's death.
Fatal Flaw: Duke has trouble taking things seriously. Dangerous quests are just a game to him- until someone dies, that is.
Talents: As a child of Apollo, Duke is talented with multiple instruments, including piano and guitar. He’s also capable of surrounding himself with an aura of golden light for combat situations. This aura is incredibly hot, capable of seriously injuring monsters with glancing blows. It also provides minor shielding. Using it is very tiring for Duke; attempting to sustain the aura for more than a few minutes at a time will him unconscious.
Weapons: Duke wields a short sword in addition to his powers.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round (Summer formerly)
Weight Ross weighs 223 pounds with his prosthetics, and 103 pounds without.
Build Ross is quite muscular from working in the forge.
Clothes Ross favors light, loose clothing that keeps him cool while he works. he frequently wears jeans that cut off just above his knees, and is almost constantly barefoot. In the outside world, he wears slacks and combat boots to hide his prosthetics.
Other Ross' actual legs were amputated about three inches down his thighs after a childhood accident. One of his half sisters at camp built him celestial bronze prosthetics. The prosthetics look identical to normal human legs, barring the joints, and grow with Ross, so long as he "feeds" them celestial bronze once each year, on his birthday. He does this by opening a small, concealed door on each calf and placing a few chunks of celestial bronze in side. Ross only takes his prosthetics off when he's sleeping.
Fatal Flaw: Ross lacks self esteem. He's incredibly talen
Talents: Ross is good with animals from growing up on his mother's ranch. As a child of Hephaestus, he has always had a talent with everything mechanical. He's a skilled blacksmith and tinkerer. Additionally, Ross has low-level techokinesis- he can operate machinery with his mind. This allows him to use his prosthetics as though they were his real legs, as well as active the variety of tricks and weapons concealed within them.
Weapons: A celstial bronze lance he forged for himself. The pointed section can flatten into a sword blade, and the handle features a bull motif. His prosthetics are also weapons, to an extent- they contain multiple concealed armaments, mostly small blades and spikes. Also, getting kicked by solid metal hurts a lot.
Mortal Family: Louis Savoy-Cambridge ✝ (Father), Marcia Greendow (nee Cambridge, Aunt), Michael Greendow (Uncle)
Years in Camp: 3 (1 summer, 2 year-round)
Brief History: Louis Cambridge was a down-on-his-luck gambler and mobster living in New Orleans. Something drew Tyche to this sad, sad man, however, and she blessed him with her love and a son- Neil. Neil grew up in a double life- half his time spent in the slums, following his father on mob errands, the other half in the nicer areas of town, for school and social life. His father tried to tone down his mob activities, which unfortunately led to some... conflicts of interest. And so it was the poor old Louis fell dead, a bullet between his eyes, and Neil booked it North with nothing more than his father's old revolver, taken loaded from his pocket as he lay dead in a gutter, and the clothes on his back. He was 10 at the time. It took him six months to make it to his Aunt and Uncle's house, relying on his luck alone to support him. He stayed with them for a year and a half before a satyr at his school found him. It was explained that the satyr in his was killed in Hurricane Katrina. Went to Camp Halfblood for one summer, then decided it would be better if he just stayed there. He said goodbye to his Aunt and Uncle and settled down at camp, where he resides now.
Physical Appearance: Neil is 5'9.5, and weighs 157 pounds. He's fairly skinny, but has a little bit of muscle. His hair is a pale brown, and he wears it short. His eyes are dark green, and he has a light tan. His exceptionally large grin, described as "cheshire" by many, is one of his most notable qualities. He wears tan cargo shorts, a Camp Halfblood t-shirt, which he has cut the arms off of, and a dark green zipper hoodie, though he will forgo the hoodie some days.
Personality: Neil is cocky, and not without reason, considering his powers. However, cockiness does not carry over into arrogance, and he remembers his humility (well, most of the time XD). He is quick to forgive, but also quick to dive into confrontations. His fiery temper is oddly charming, however, and his excitability means he's always among the first to defend his friends. He harbors a disturbing love of gambling.
Fatal Flaw: You ever hear the phrase "look before you leap?" Neil hasn't. He will take any and all risks presented to him, the only exceptions being things so small that they are of no consequence at all. Though his luck as a son of Tyche usually covers him here, it will fail him on occasion, and when it does, it leaves him paralyzed.
Talents: As a son of Tyche, Neil is ridiculously lucky. He excels at all games of chance, and all games that use cards, as well. He can play "The House of the Rising Sun" by the Animals on piano, but is otherwise completely inept with the instrument.
Weapons: Two Celestial Bronze daggers. He keeps his father's revolver under his pillow, but only because it's the only thing of his father's that Neil didn't have to leave in New Orleans.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round.
Other: Owns twenty different decks of cards, most of which were won off of other people. His favorite food is chicken stew. Favorite color is dark green. Favorite genre of music is jazz/blues/rock. Bi.
Brief History: His mother moved to Maine the year before his birth. Boreas saw her there, and courted her for 3 months under the guise of business man who traveled frequently. He revealed his identity shortly after Marta became pregnant with Rowan. She was surprisingly receptive of this. Boreas disappeared shortly after, and Marta raised him as a single mother, until he was five. She was kill by a hellhound, from which Rowan was barely rescued by the satyr following him, who was disguised as a milkman. Rowan has spent most all of his life at camp. He was given a blessing from his father in the form of a vest with wing patterns on the back, which sprout into actual wings (In greek mythology, sons of the four winds were often winged) after his mother's death. He never seems to outgrow it.
Physical Appearance: Rowan is tall, standing at 5'11. He has black hair that goes halfway down his neck and often gets in his eyes, which are green with central heterochromia. His skin is slightly pale. He has an athletic build. He is often seen wearing a linen button down shirt and cargo shorts. He wears his vest, which is dark blue, on occasions where it would be necessary.
Personality: He seems slightly aloof to strangers and new acquaintances, but is a caring friend to those he opens up to. He is rather neurotic about random things, which can be annoying to other people, as well as a source of frustration for him. There is a small part of him that enjoys killing, which is something he is ashamed of and tries to hide. He is fiercely protective of those close to him.
Fatal Flaw: Fear of the part of himself that takes pleasure in taking lives and the possibility of it consuming him.
Talents: Good singer (not like an Apollo kid, but still).
Weapons: 6ft Celestial Bronze Snake Whip w/ Celestial Bronze dart on the tip, vest (gift from his father, sprouts wings)
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: Rowan can withstand very cold temperatures and has minor power over wind. He can freeze most substances at a reasonable speed, but this is quite draining for him. Freezing a large amount of water quickly would knock him out. Freezing small hail shards using the water vapor in the air to hurl at enemies would tire him out much more quickly than fighting regularly.) Straight.
Mortal Family: May Wendell (Mother), Samuel Richardson (Stepfather), Elle Wendell-Richardson (Half Sister)
Years in Camp: 4
Brief History: Markus was born in Santa Monica. His mother married Samuel Richardson shortly after his birth, and told Sam about Markus' ancestry. Though apprehensive at first, Sam has been very accepting of his stepson's true parentage, and the fact that he is a demigod. Markus grew up very comfortably, suffering few monster attacks until he turned 11. However, every pet he ever owned died quickly. He gets along well with his half sister Elle, who was born to May and Samuel six years after his birth. Markus comes to camp during the Summer, as well as his school's Winter and Spring breaks. He plays for his school's football team.
Physical Appearance: Markus looks nothing like what expect from a child of Death. He is tall at 6'0, and quite muscular. He has short blond hair and brown eyes, slightly tan skin and a square jaw. He wears an orange Camp Halfblood T-shirt and cargo shorts most of the time. He tends not to comb his hair, but is otherwise quite clean.
Personality: Markus is quite upbeat, and enjoys hanging out with his friends. He loves to play football. Though he is confident and brave, he can be a bit dorky or shy at times. This kind of embarrasses him. He has trouble reading people, and while far from dumb, isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. He acts very macho, though not as compensation. He doesn't act effeminate or stereotypically gay, and actually finds that stuff unattractive. He can be kind of awkward around girls.
Fatal Flaw: He blames himself for many things (not all of which he is responsible for), and has trouble forgiving himself. If he made a mistake of nay sort, he would beat himself up about it. Taken to its logically extreme, this flaw could put him in a nearly suicidal state of mind were someone to die in his care, be their death his fault or not. Minor instances of this flaw show up frequently in his day to day life.
Talents: He is very athletic, and is good with a sword. His Demigod power is to drain energy from things around him, such as kinetic energy from a projectile or heat energy from a flame, but especially life energy from other beings around him. This is reasonable tiring,with the exception of draining life energy. This puts a drain on him that is almost equivalent to that he is inflicting on his enemy. For example, if he drained enough energy to knock someone out, it would severely weaken him. If he drained enough energy to put them into a coma, he would likely lose consciousness himself. And if he drained enough energy to kill them, he would likely fall into a coma. As such, he uses this power sparingly and to simply weaken enemies and "even the playing field," so to speak. He uses the ability to drain kinetic and other forms of energy more regularly, for purposes such as stopping in coming projectiles. He cannot hold more than ten targets at once, however. There is a reasonable increase in the drain he suffers when targeting multiple objects.
Weapons: Celestial Bronze long sword, blade is 3'5. Edges have Greek key pattern indentations. Transforms into a small flashlight.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer, along with Winter and Spring breaks.
Pets: Cranky, the family's pet Newfoundland. Markus' stepdad likes being ironic, and as such named the dog "Exactly what he isn't." Lives in Santa Monica with Markus' family(so don't expect to see him often, if ever).
Other: He's gay. You wouldn't realize it by talking to him or looking at him, and he wouldn't tell anybody unless they flat out asked him. Most people assume he's straight due to his rather macho behavior and tendency to be kind of awkward around girls. Prefers to be called Mark.
Brief History: Enyo took a fancy to Gabriel O'Connor and, being Enyo, didn't give him much choice in fathering a child for her. To say Gabriel doesn't much care for her would be the understatement of the century. In spite of this, he loves his son, and tried to take good care of him, but the Goddess of Blood and Warfare took a liking to him. Though he tried not to, he would take out his anger on his son, who wouldn't understand why his father was so mean until years later, and was terrified of him. A heartbroken Gabriel put Dylan in foster care. Dylan was bounced back and forth between foster families, eventually landing up in Camp Halfblood just before his twelfth birthday.
Physical Appearance: Dylan has slate colored eyes, and has light brown hair that he keeps cut very short, though far from a buzz. He stands at 5'10, and weighs 150 pounds. He's lean, and slightly muscular. He wears a red hoodie with a zipper front, a Camp Halfblood t-shirt, and gray jeans. He has a scar above his right eyebrow from one of the times his dad got more violent when he was young. It's a straight line, about 3 inches long, that runs parallel to his eyebrow.
Personality: Overall, Dylan is a nice person. He has a mild fear of adults due to his father mistreating him as a child, but he has mostly gotten over that. Around friends & strangers alike, he is outgoing and understanding, and has a good sense of humor. However, being a child of one of the more unpleasant goddess, he has a mean streak that will pop up on occasion, very often without him realizing it until after the fact. This does not bother him half as much as people
Fatal Flaw: He has trouble trusting people, especially adults. Though he is no longer afraid of adults, growing up with an on/off abusive/apologetic father messed up something deep inside him, and tarnished the meaning of apologies for him.
Talents: Excellent in combat. Puts off an aura in battle that throws him, and allies around him, into a battle frenzy, increasing their stamina and tolerance for pain, as well as the strength of their blows, by a moderate amount.
Weapons: Celestial bronze spear
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Rounder
Other: Loves cats. Fave food: Hot dogs w/ ketchup, mustard & kraut. Fave band: Ludo. Fave color: Red. Bi, though it's not apparent.
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Brief History: Ben lived with his mother Marshs, an apothocary, and uncle Clancy for several years quite happily. His uncle did seem to have disturbing amount of sway over him. However, Clancy knew nothing of Ben's godly parentage. Eventually Marsha worked up the nerve to tell Clancy and Ben, and Clancy, a devout Christian did not like what he heard. Ben had recently come out to them as Bi, and his having a Greek god for a parent was the last straw. One day the following week, Ben returned home from Baseball practice to find that Clancy and Marsha had packed up and moved out- their house was an empty shell. He spent a few days living out of it and going to school as if nothing was wrong, though in reality he was deadly afraid. Eventually, his satyr found him and brought him to camp, where he has lived happily ever since.
Physical Appearance: Ben is of reasonable height, standing at about 5'8.5, and weighing 165 pounds. He has dark blond hair which he wears very short, and warm brown eyes. He is quite muscular. He wears a camp halfblood tshirt and shorts, though he will occasionally wear a white and black baseball jersey over the tshirt.
Personality: Ben is a warm, outgoing person, even if he may seem a bit desperate sometimes. He loves being in large groups and hanging out with others. He is quick to worry about his friends, and is often the first to rush to someone's aid. He loves baseball. He is kind of awkward sometimes, but stands strong when it matters. He has HUGE abandonment issues from having his mom leave him.
Fatal Flaw: Monophobia- fear of being alone, to a paralyzing degree, alongside Autophobia, fear of abandonment. These two conditions compound each other, resulting in a lack of trust and depressed or even suicidal tendencies should something activate these fears.
Pets: He had a house cat named Holly when he lived with his mother.
Talents: He is reasonably skilled at creating homeopathic remedies from spending time around his mom. He has hemokinesis- meaning he can control his blood in the way that Percy can control water. His body regenerate exponentially faster than normal humans and most other demigods. He can form it into blades, needles, claws, bullets and the like for combat use, though this often requires him to bleed faster than he can regenerate and as such is impractical. He has a unique blood type is universal acceptable for transfusions, though he can change it to a unique, universally intolerable type which sends any who's blood it mingles with into anaphelactic shock. Any use of these powers is incredibly draining to him, mostly the regeneration, which happens automatically.
Weapons: Bow & Arrows, as well as a dagger with a tapering 10in long, 2in wide at its base. He will frequently coat the arrowheads and the blade of the dagger in his "poison" blood.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: Hates the band The Cure (lololol irony). Fave food: Tea. Fave animal: Horseshoe crabs. Bi.
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Brief History: Jonny found Allys on his doorstep in a manner similar to the father of an Athena child. It didn't take much for Jonny to realize Ally was his. He raised her alone for around five years, at which point he married Anella Prentiss, a successful psychologist. Together they had Lyla. Lyla and Allys got along just fine, though Anella was always slightly preferential towards Lyla. Allys never made many friends at school, so when she went to Camp Halfblood and connected with people there, she decided to stay all year round. She visits her family occasionally.
Physical Appearance: Allys is fairly androgynous, and is frequently mistaken for a boy. She has a mop of unruly hair, which changes frequemtly in color and texture, and frames a sharp face- high cheek bones, slim features. She has brown eyes and pale skin, and weighs 135 lb. She's 5'8, and rail thin. She has two piercings in each ear, and she usually has on three or four necklaces. Her clothes are mostly kind of baggy. She's most often scene wearing a button-down shirt a few sizes to big for her, rainbow leggings, a suit jacket and TOMS. Fun fact: much of her clothing was stolen from the Aphrodite cabin.
Personality: Allys is friendly, open-minded, and non-confrontational. She can be a bit sarcastic, but only in jest. Overall, her personality is very similar to Henry's- tough, a little cynical, and really caring underneath it all. She is honest and trustworthy. She can, at times, push too hard to talk about things with people that they really don't want to talk about, and sometimes has trouble respecting other's privacy. Her tendency to psychoanalyze people has earned her the nickname "Shrink."
Fatal Flaw: Allys takes her pacifism too far. She is adamant there is a peaceful solution to all situations, and views those solved by injury and loss of life as failures, with a few exceptions (i.e. the War for Olympus). While this viewpoint has a positive effect on her life by and large, there are times it has gotten her in incredible trouble. Put simply, she would die before fighting.
Talents: Allys can look into people's minds. She can actually pull them into their minds, not physically, but mentally, and take them on a semi-literal journey through their subconscious.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: Hatches luna moths every Spring in honor of her mother. Loves rock music, folk music, some pop music, and Regina Spektor. Plays the Ukelele.
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Subject: Re: Geochelone sulcata (Turtle's Organized Charries) Sun Sep 22, 2013 2:20 am
THIS IS A WIP TO BE DELETED LATER
Name: Jean Kirkland
Age/Birthday: 17, Nov 28th
Gender: Cisgender female.
God Parent: Melinoe, Goddess of Ghosts.
Mortal Family: Dead as doornails.
Years in Camp: Her whole damned life.
(5 Hours) Hoban Thrush was not the best satyr ever. In fact, he been told multiple times that he was one of the worst. So when he found a newborn girl while rooting through the garbage behind a Costco, he was overjoyed. Hoban the failure would be a hero. The baby cried as he picked her up, tiny face contorted. She reeked of refuse and immortality. A man in a polo shirt and slacks lay dead a few yards away, his face a mask of fear. He belonged in some suburb, not a dark alley. If Hoban had to guess, he'd say that was the girl's father. The Olympians may not always have cared for their children, but to bear one was a gift. Throwing a demigod away like this would not be taken kindly. "You're lucky, little one," the satyr cooed to the baby. "Your mother did you some kindness. Probably the only one she'll ever give, but still." She stopped crying at this, and stared up at him with big green eyes. Hoban brought back to Camp, where she could grow up safe and surrounded by others like her. He named Jean, Jeanie for short, after his favorite TV Show; Kirkland, from Costco's store brand.
(5 Years) The next few years would pass quickly for baby Jeanie. She was mothered and schooled by her fellow campers. Carefree to the point of carelessness, Jeanie often found herself in danger. Falling into the lake, wandering into the forest, Jeanie learned to leap without looking before she could walk. Eventually, her friends grew tired of hounding her to be more careful. After one risk too many, someone finally asked, "Why are you always so thoughtless?" Jeanie replied, "I have thirty two years, six months, three weeks, and four days, and until then I dun hafta worry." "What happens then?" With a huge grin, Jeanie said, "A hellhound eats my head."
Year-Round or Summer: Summer, if only in that she tends to wander a bit.
If being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side At the swingin' party down the line
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