Stay Sane Inside Insanity - Ninja Poet's Imaginary Friends [[ part five ]]

✏Losing that feeling of feeling unique - -
Full Name:
Tobias Carter Allen // Toby
Age/Birthday:
09 // 02 [[15]]
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Iris, goddess of rainbows.
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Lance Allen - [[father - 39]]
Kiara Allen - [[step-mother - 37]]
Bonnie Allen - [[half-sister - 7]]
Years in Camp:
Zero. He’s just arrived.
Brief History:
Tobias Carter Allen { otherwise known as Toby to close friends } is the eldest child and only son of the not-so-known artist Lance Allen. As a young child, Toby’s head was filled with the same fairytale – esque story that his father used to tell him every night. Well, Toby thought it was a story. Every night after Tobias has washed all of the paint off his fingers, and Lance had hung up his apron, the little boy would get tucked up into his obviously old bed, with the highly – doodled upon wooden bed frame and request the same thing.
"Daaaad? Can you tell me the story about the magic rainbow lady again?"
If you haven’t guessed it, the “magic rainbow lady” as a four year old Toby called her, was actually Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and the story that Lance used to tell was that of how they met each other. Here’s how Lance told the story.
"Alright, Toby? Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. One day, about five years ago, there was a man. He lived on his own, in a little house in the countryside, far away from everyone else. He loved it here, and found it very pretty. In fact, the man repeatedly said that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like you and I, the man was an artist, and entertained himself by painting pictured of the various wildlife and flowers that he found out there. He didn’t care that it was out of society’s way. He liked being on his own. However, he sometimes got a bit lonely, and wished that, just for one night, someone else could stay with him, and simply chat with him for a while, laugh with him, make him feel like he belonged. Then, on one dark, rainy night, there was a knock on the door. The man was scared. He had watched too many horror movies to not know that people who lived far away from people generally got attacked on dark nights. But still, he was brave enough to go and answer the front door. He crept down the creaky wooden staircase, and unhooked the latch, opening the door. And there, right in front of him was. . . was a young woman, whom looked to be the same age as him. She was shaking from the cold, her dark hair dripping with rainwater. She told the man that she had been out walking with her friends when they got separated, and she lost them. The man took pity on her, and told her that she could stay for the night, and in the morning, he would drive her back to the closest town, where she could phone her friends. She agreed, and came into the house. Even though it was late, neither of them could sleep. The woman couldn’t because she was so cold, and the man couldn’t because he wanted to take good care of the woman whilst she was under his roof. They got to know each other over a hot cup of hot chocolate, and they soon became friends. More than friends. Daylight came around again, and neither of them had received much sleep, yet the man still kept to his promise, and drove his friend into town, where they shared their final goodbyes. The woman promised to send him a gift, something to remind him of her. Nine months later, the man was given a small baby boy, with a note attached to him.
I said I would remind you of me. . . xx Iris
This was their child, and he still cherishes and loves that child right to this day."
It might not seem to be your average night time story, but it kept Toby happy.
As the years went by, Toby grew up to be a happy little boy, devoid of stress and anger, finding the sunshine in the darkest of situations. One example of this was when Toby had just turned eight. His father and step – mother had allowed him out of the house and into town on his own { I say on his own, I mean with other friends. Just lacking adult supervision } for the first time, and on the bus home was attacked by a “creepy old man in a mackintosh”. He wasn’t seriously harmed, and was merely left with a medium sized scar on his shoulder, but Toby still joked about how it would make him seem cooler in school.
A year after the event in which he gained his scar, there was surprise within the family. A surprise with the name of Bonnie Allen, his newborn little sister. As soon as she was born, Toby took a liking to her, and has always loved her with all of his heart. It kills him inside that he can’t watch her grow up and be a proper big brother. Life hasn’t been tough on Toby, and the only reason that he actually came to Camp Half Blood was because he was claimed by his mother, Iris. His father told him all there was to know about what this entailed, and the dangers it could cause for his family. So Toby asked if he could go to Camp. He didn’t want his family to be hurt, especially not Bonnie.
Physical Appearance:
Before I start to go into detail about his hair, eyes, height, etc etc, I want to tell you a little bit about his skin in general. One thing most people notice about Tobias straight away is the fact that most of his pale skin is covered in brightly coloured permanent marker. Toby loves to doodle, especially on himself, and most of the top half of his body is covered in pen of some sort, unless after a shower. His hair is styled so that it is long, with a side fringe that swoops to the left hand side. It is a glossy black, and his fringe’s tips are occasionally dyed either neon yellow or purple. His eyes are a bright blue, and always seem to be scouting out things to draw or photograph. He is quite small for his age, only standing at 5’6”, and is rather sensitive about his height. His dress sense is fairly simple. Jeans, t-shirts, nothing over the top. He only wears two pieces of jewellery – a wooden necklace around his neck and a couple of woven wristbandy things on his arms.
Personality:
Tobias is a subdued kind of person, who always seems to be in the background, happy to agree with other people and go along with other people’s plans, but never contributing anything himself. Being raised away from society, Camp Half blood is the largest amount of people he’s ever encountered, as even his old schools were fairly small, with only about twenty per class. He is also very shy, and would rather be on his own somewhere painting than hanging around with a big group of people. However, if he meets someone whom he thinks is special, and befriends them, he will protect them with his life. Because Toby’s loyal like that. I wish I could say the same about his fears, that he was as fearless as he was loyal. But no, Toby has a lot of fears. He’s afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of guns, afraid of snakes, afraid of fire, afraid of thieves. . . And that’s just to name a few. Whilst he is afraid, he is brave too, as he manages to face most of his fears every single day. Except for one – his fear of heights.
Fatal Flaw:
Toby has multiple flaws. For starters, he’s afraid of pretty much everything except rainbows and cats. But that can’t be his flaw, can it? It wouldn’t probably bring him to a situation including impending doom. Another one of Toby’s flaws {and this is the main one} is that he can sometimes be over – trusting, or too loyal. He doesn’t know who to trust, so trusts everyone, even those who he shouldn’t.
Pets:
He has a tabby cat called “Kanga”
Talents:
ⱷ He is skilled at drawing / photography.
ⱷ He can create miniature rainbows, if given the right conditions.
Weapons:
The only weapon Toby has at the moment is the standard camp sword.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year – round.

✏And the violence caused such silence - -
Full Name:
Lykos Amadeus Krastov - Lyle
Age/Birthday:
09 // 04 [[17]]
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Serapis; Multicultural God of Healing.
Claimed:
No.
Mortal Family:
Sophia Ammaretta Capilaski nee Krastov – [[Mother ; 43 ]]
Aleksy Dominov Capilaski – [[Step-Father ; 47]]
Stephan Nathaniel Capilaski – [[Step-Brother ; 18]]
Years in Camp:
Two ; joined camp on the 14 // 11 // 2010
Brief History:
Born in Gdola, Poland, Lykos Amadeus Krastov was the first and only child of Sophia Krastov and Serapis, multicultural god of healing. Before becoming a mother, she worked as a nurse in her local hospital. The pay may have been poor, and the conditions squalid, but she loved what she did, and in her local hospital. The pay may have been poor, and the conditions squalid, but she loved what she did, and only cared about improving the service given to her patients, as well as the hygienic qualities of her home away from home. Every night before she went to bed, she would pray to her God for guidance through her self-appointed task, although these pleads fell upon empty ears. However, someone did hear her. Serapis, the multicultural god of healing heard her prayers, and was touched by her devotion. So touched, that he decided to pay her a visit. Upon meeting the god, whom she adored for having a similar passion to her, she quickly became infatuated with him, and infatuation led to love, which lead onto... other things, the overall result being little Lykos Amadeus Krastov.
From the moment he was born, he was adored by his mother, and was raised under her caring hand. He was pretty much raised in the hospital, with his mother being too poor to hire a childminder, therefore having to bring him to work with her. From an early age, he showed almost as much passion as his mother, adapting quickly to his environment, not happy to just sit in the crèche, but often assisting the nurses with minor tasks, such as sorting out the medicine cabinets and fetching gauze, etc. This is how most of his childhood was spent – if he wasn’t at school, he was helping his mother. If he wasn’t helping his mother, he was sleeping. And thus, the cycle continued until he was fourteen years old, and Aleksy Capilasky stepped into his mother’s life. A charming man a couple years senior to Sophia, he and Lyle shared a common step-father/step-son relationship; they co-inhabited, worked around each other, survived in the same environment, but never felt anything more than a neutral acquaintance with his mother’s lover. They didn’t hate nor love each other. To Lykos, he was simply . . . there. He lived with his mother, made her happy. He could deal with that.
What he couldn’t deal with though, was his new step-brother, Stephan. A year older than Lyle, Stephan held such a blatant disgust for the younger boy that he went out of his way to drive pain into the boy’s life. However, Lyle fought back, albeit a little too strong. Needless to say, Sophia wasn’t happy when both of her sons showed up at her workplace covered in blood, with two broken noses, several broken bones and a chipped tooth between them. They always claimed that it was caused by a game of rugby gone wrong, but it couldn’t have been farther from the truth. They had gotten so blindly angry at each other, that they let go completely and just broke out in a full on brawl.
Lyle found that he seemed to heal much faster than Stephan, and upon asking his mother, she finally told him about the fact that he was a greek demi-god, and that his father was a god. She didn’t mention which god however – she maintained that he must find that for himself. Lykos was certain that he would, and a year later [[after scraping together the money for a flight to New York]] he arrived at the special camp his mother told him about, Camp Half Blood. He liked it here, settling down in Cabin 11 with all the other unclaimed demi-gods. Just like at home, he spent most of his time in the infirmary, thankful for the other people who shared his skill set. Whilst missing Poland, he prefers his new settings, even if the language is slightly confusing and stupid.

Physical Appearance:
"Well, I’m five foot seven inches of pure sexiness, if that’s what you mean. Nahh, all joking aside, if I had to describe how I looked, I would say that I’m average looking. I mean, I have my flaws, like my slightly crooked nose from where it was broken by my brother during a game of rugby when we were fourteen, and my overly-wonky teeth. Yeah, that should count for something towards my awesomeness. Uhh, onto boring details now. My eyes are blue, nothing too special about them. My mum always thought they’d fade, to become grey like my granddad’s, but they didn’t. I’m sort of glad they stayed their cornflower blue; not often you get someone with brown hair and blue eyes. Or is it often? I dunno, not a genealogy expert. My hair, as I said before, is naturally a light-ish brown, but I dyed it a couple of years ago. It’s now a bright red, depending on how clean it is. It’s fairly long, and back when I lived at home, mum shouted at me a lot for not getting it cut short. She loved it really though, deep down inside her. Well, really deep down inside her. Hell, dig as deep as the mines of Moria, and you’ll find some appreciation for her son’s awesome hair. I’ve already mentioned my height, haven’t I? Well, only other thing to mention is that I’m fairly lean, and my skin is pale, probably from living in Poland for a fair few years, where there’s less to no sun. Of course, my spending the sunny days inside with nothing else to keep me company other than a medical dictionary or the company of other nurses probably didn't help either."
Personality:
Lykos is a subdued kind of person, who always seems to be in the background, happy to agree with other people and go along with other people’s plans, but never contributing anything himself. Being raised away from society, Camp Half Blood is the largest amount of people he’s ever encountered, as even his old schools were fairly small, with only about twenty per class. He is also very shy, and would rather be on his own somewhere painting than hanging around with a big group of people. However, if he meets someone whom he thinks is special, and befriends them, he will protect them with his life. Because Lyle’s loyal like that. I wish I could say the same about his fears, that he was as fearless as he was loyal. But no, Lykos has a lot of fears. He’s afraid of the loneliness, afraid of thunder, afraid of guns, afraid of snakes, afraid of fire, afraid of thieves. . . And that’s just to name a few. Whilst he is afraid, he is brave too, as he manages to face most of his fears every single day. Except for one – his fear of the dark. Despite not being a child of Athena, Lyle isn’t half bad at being smart, and, despite his dyslexia, he does enjoy reading and writing. He can’t stick science, and would rather leave the unknown to be unknown. He has a strong faith in both the Greek gods and the Catholic God, and visits an off-campus church whenever he gets the chance. He tries to smile as much as he can, as if to give off an illusion of happiness, even though it’s a lie. Nor does he cry or get angry, to keep up said facade. One thing that can be noted about Lykos’s personality is that once he becomes friends [[or more than that *wink wink* ]] with somebody, he will become devoted to them. If they need something doing, he’ll do it, even if it’s illegal in several countries. However, even if he is very loyal, his loyalties often lead him to become jealous, whether it’s when someone else is speaking to his devotee, or if he simply wants to be more like them. Another thing to note is his positive outlook on life – he always tries to look on the bright side and never lets anything get him down. He is also very caring, and always likes to help out at the Infirmary, using his healing skills to do what he does best – better the lives of other people.
Fatal Flaw:
Lykos gives into peer pressure way too easily, and, despite his intelligence, is highly gullible, falling for the simplest of tricks.
Pets:
Lykos has a pet ferret called Goffik whom he adores dearly.
Talents:
Lykos has a wide array of talents. Obviously, he is gifted in healing people and can instantaneously know from looking at a medicine what it is used for, and how it is used. He is also highly knowledgeable in the art of biology and can heal himself quicker than other people.
Weapons:
Whilst not believing in violence, Lyle still is the owner of a bow and arrow, in case of emergencies.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year - Round