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Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Subject: bingo is a sport Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm | |
| hi, lovelies. mama said it. bingo is a sport! sometimes i feel like making characters is a sport, tbh. a race to make the best characters the fastest. i believe that making characters is a sport! so, i'm here to walk you through my gallery of characters. or--i guess you could put it this way--my trophies that i was awarded to for winning the sport. first, i'm going to be talking about important information regarding my characters. counts, songs, relationships, topics, etc. you're welcome.
roll call † charlotte "charlie" bradford, daughter of eos † adriano miles, son of eros † vinnie belanov, son of hermes † adam lewins, son of morpheus. † levi wayland, son of aphrodite
celebrities bertie gilbert as adrian miles dave franco as vinnie belanov niall horan as adam lewins george shelley as levi wayland
lives charlie:
vinnie:
adam:
levi:
ipod vinnie's song is yonkers by tyler the creator. adam's song is come away to the water by maroon 5 ft. rozzi crane. levi's song is demons by imagine dragons.
love vinnie likes faye mclean. adam is dibbed for cerys and sapph. levi is in love with rose harkner who is dating someone else.
the beginning part was somewhat leeched from nico. :3 credit to her.
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| | | Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Subject: Re: bingo is a sport Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:07 pm | |
| Charlotte Maria Bradford Name: Charlotte Maria Bradford, but she goes by just Charlie. Age/Birthday: Charlie's sixteen and her birthday is March 29th, 1994. Gender: Female. God Parent: Unknown Claimed: Charlie's god parent is Eos, titan goddess of the Dawn. Mortal Family: Charlotte's father, Richard Bradford is a Harvard graduate and a lawyer. Richard--Dick--didn't really care about Charlie. He stopped trying after she turned ten. During her entire childhood, Charlie was a generally happy kid. She smiled, laughed, played with the other girls and was profitable. Profitable in the way that she was a child model. Adding on top of his fortune, Charlie was a little bag of money. Dick loved his daughter, but he loved money, too. When Charlie hit her post-toddler years, she was no longer a chubby, adorable sack of money. She was a thin, small, sarcastic youngster. Even as a young child she was sarcastic. That's when Dick gave up. Richard was a workaholic. Years in Camp: Charlie's been in and out of camp since she's been fourteen years old. She can't really count how many years she's been here, though. But has been here for roughly four years. Brief History: Eos and Richard gave birth to Charlotte Maria Bradford at dawn on July 13th, 1996. Shortly after Charlie was born, Eos left. Eos left Richard to care for an infant baby girl. So, Richard hired a nurse to take care of the baby and the man instantly left for a month on a business trip. For the majority of Charlie's early years, her father was away on business trip after business trip, work day after work day. She was raised by nannies and nurses. Charlie grew up in a beach house right off the ocean so she wouldn't say she had it all bad. Some aspects of her childhood were pretty good. The team of nannies that took care of her were generally very kind to the young child. They let her do what she wanted and she was a free soul. Until she was three. When Charlie was three, Richard had a party at his house with agents and other attorneys that he knew from the law world. Somehow Charlie had crawled out of her bed and gone looking for her father. She raced down from her bedroom in a fit of giggles and running into the legs of prestigious rap stars. And she just so happened to run into the leg of The Notorious B.I.G. The rapper picked the toddler up and walked her over to Richard with an amused grin on his face. At that moment, Richard was talking with some well-known agents from the modeling world. The agents took one look at his daughter and decided right then and there that they wanted to sign the child. So from the age of three onward, Charlie was a child model for many companies. She modeled for diapers, for underwear, clothing in general, big name clothing stores. Soon she was modeling for perfumes for celebrities. Then she was modeling for big name perfumes like Tommy Hilfiger and Chanel. Charlotte Bradford was becoming a well known model in her age category. Then she turned ten. After Charlie turned ten years old, puberty started to hit her and she started to get less and less work and less and less money. Physical Appearance: Charlie's a bit taller than most girls standing at five foot seven inches. She's got the body of a model with long arms and long legs. Her limbs are overall very thin. She's got a single tattoo under her bicep. It's just a simple triangle. Charlie has very delicate hands and thin arms. If she were a few pounds lighter, she could be classified as sickly, but she's not. Charlie often wears two or three black hairties around her wrists and a ring on her finger. Personality: Charlie's a hipster. She acts and thinks in ways that everyone else finds to be weird or strange. She does things that nobody else thinks of. She's sarcastic and witty, a bit cynical, too. Charlie finds humor in things that most people don't. She's nothing like her mother. Fatal Flaw: She takes nothing seriously. She's too lack with everything. Charlie also holds a mean grudge. Pets: None. Talents: None. Weapons: She has a simple sword. Year-Round or Summer: Year round. Other: Charlie's a smoker of cigaretttes.
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| | | Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Adriano Brandon Miles Nickname: "Adriano can sometimes be a mouthful for Americans." Adrian. Age: Sixteen Birthday: February 17th Gender: Male Place of birth: Venice, Italy God Parent: Eros Claimed: Yes Mortal Family: Victoria Miles - Mother - Thirty years-old Years in Camp: Two Brief History: “Adrian!” A nearby voice yelled at him, making him blink for a second before spinning on his feet to face the teenagers that were walking their way, their hoods pulled up over their hair and casting shadows across their features. Adriano’s eyes narrowed, turning his head to the right the see that the children that had just been swinging back and forth on the swings were running in the opposite direction and out of the park, obviously fearful of the brawl that would out-break. Adriano felt like joining them for a split second before snapping out of it. Now would be the time he had to get his fists dirty once more. His hands reaching into the pocket of his jeans, Adriano’s fist tightened around the metal conspicuously, knowing that the other boys around him were to do the same. They all kept their eyes on the other gang, wondering who would make the first move. Adriano knew that if they didn’t start this soon, then the police would step in, and Adriano wanted this sorted and the clear the area before any of that happened. As the Italian boy paused to think, Dean leaned in to whisper in his right ear, loud enough for the people within a feet to hear. “There’s ten of them at least, man. We’re easy-pickings for those assholes.” Adriano’s blue eyes swept over their group, indeed seeing at least ten muscular boys. Before Adriano could reply to Dean, something small passed the suns rays for a moment before spiraling down towards them. Adriano cussed, ducking quickly to avoid being hit by the brick, hearing it smash against the floor and crumble. That’s when all hell broke loose. Born and raised in around the gondolas, music and beautiful food that is Italy, at a first glance it would seem that Adriano's birth was indeed a blessing. Victoria Miles was a fine owner of a traditional Italian restaurant and had enough money to spare. A one night-fling with an unknown man and a surprise pregnancy, Victoria knew she would never be able to get rid of this child. Although she had all this money from her successful and well-known restaurant, she had always wanted to start a family of her own. This seemed to be the perfect opportunity for her, and she did all she did to grasp it. She would ensure that Adriano would have a nice life as a child and growing-up, and the environment she chose to do this was perfect. So Adriano grew up into a young-boy, living above a beautifully scented Italian cuisine and playing among the rivers and streets of Venezia. Adriano didn’t ever want anything to change for him and Victoria, and was more than happy with his life and youth in Italy. He had many friends, as most seemed to draw towards him, and although he wasn’t the best in school, his Mother supported him. He was happy and she was happy; that was all that mattered. When Adriano was eight years-old, Nathaniel entered his life. Nathan was his mother’s new boyfriend; a American man that had a certain amount of charm. Enough charm to indeed ‘bag’ Victoria. She was literally head-over-heels for him. Adriano also liked this man but who wouldn’t? Small Adriano imagined Nathan to take forth the role of the father he always wanted, and Nathan did indeed do this. He moved in with them after a few months, and soon became a member of the family. After another year of the three of them living in Italy, Nathan finally plucked up the courage and asked Victoria and Adriano to move back to America with him. After much deliberation and protests from Adriano, they did indeed move to the states; New-York city, to be exact. Both Victoria it and Nathan had enough money, so they bought an apartment in the middle of the city, buying a small café so their lives were similar to how it had always been. Life for Victoria and Nathan was as perfect as it had been in Italy. Adriano however was finding the adjustment very difficult to handle indeed. The ten year-old, having only spoken Italian all his life, had to pick up on English very quickly. His schooling was very hard also, considering the language and subjects were practically foreign to him. He developed a lot of bad habits at this time, getting into fights more easily. As soon as Adriano had learnt the language, which took him a good few months, he took this new start as a way to be the guy that everyone loved on TV. He got into a whole heap of trouble, yet his mother was too loved-up to see and stop this before it was too late. Adriano was soon the centre of a group of people that were considered a menace to society. They were considered a gang, and were often getting into brawls with other gangs among New-York. Stealing, fighting and girls were all that played on this young fourteen year-old’s mind. So much so that everything else didn’t matter. It was a bit weird really. Adriano was trying to grow up too fast. He soon was stealing as a habit, and his high-school had expelled him for cussing the head-teacher vibrantly. His mother finally knew she had to put her foot down but Adriano was too far in to be able to stop. He was caught stealing a six-pack of beer from the local off-license and was taken in by the police. Obviously he wouldn’t be put behind bars considering he was only fourteen but he was on their files. He had to stay there for a night whilst they tried to get in touch with Victoria. When realized, the police kept a good eye on this charismatic boy, not wishing him to get in any more trouble. However, one officer kept an eye on him more than others. It just so happened that this officer was half goat beneath his uniform. Officer Parker was often following Adriano; parking outside his house, tailing him when he went out with his gang. He was always there, yet no-one seemed to notice. The next fight Adriano got into, a month or so later, Parker was ready for him. He grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket and shoved him in the back of his police-car. He explained that he was a Demigod, though didn’t have a clue who his Godly parent was, and that he had to go to camp right now. There wasn’t another option. The more havoc Adriano caused around the city, the higher the danger risks were. Adriano went eagerly, honestly not wanting to get into anymore trouble and turning over a new chapter and be…moderately good like he used to be in Italy. Victoria believes her son was and still is missing.
Physical Appearance: Adriano has the features that many people envy for. With natural blonde hair that he smoothes to the side in a quiff, Adriano never has and never will need to dye his hair. It is blonde, and has never lightened or darkened considerably since birth. It's the same colour as his Mother's once was, yet she had dyed her hair a chocolate brown colour since Adriano's birth. When Adriano had asked his Mother about this whilst being a young boy, she had always given him a bright smile and said; Why not, tesoro?" His eyes are also an envy for most; a bright shade of blue. They also do not adapt another colour or change shade depending on what one is wearing. No; they always remain a sky blue. There are light golden flecks around the pupil yet these are not very noticeable. The last time Adriano chose to measure himself, he came off as 5"12. He doesn't know whether he has grown and, if so, by how much but he expects to have peaked through 6-foot now. He hopes so, considering he was never the tallest growing up due to his mother's relatively-short height. Growth-spurts were such a wonderful thing. Adriano is lean and moderately-muscular because he works-out when he gets a chance around camp; wanting the best physique so he would, as he put it; "Get all the ladies," Adriano suspects that his abs may help most of the girls at camp. Why else would Adriano go through that work? To be healthy and fit? Yeah, right… Adriano is quite a pale boy. For some reason, he didn’t adapt his mother’s tan and as soon as he left Italy, his tan colour seemed to slowly fade because he wasn’t used to the little sun there was in the United States compared to that in Italy. If to abandon the camp uniform, Adriano’s dress-style is quite indie, often wearing colours such as blue and maroon. He is nearly always wearing a snap-back and Suprah sneakers, wanting to be a fashionable as possible. He has the money to spend on nice clothes, and likes to flaunt this. He doesn’t this is a bad thing; looking good.
Personality: As most can tell, Adriano is a very confident boy. He knows he is good-looking, and believes that others think the same. This can sometimes give the impression that he is vain, which he is, but he attempts to tone it down around people that he actually wants to get close to. He didn’t stutter or hesitate when he wants to say something, and often likes to be the center of attention. He can be loud and obnoxious at times as well. Adriano is also sarcastic; always making witty jokes and wanting people to laugh. He can sometimes make people feel small and insignificant by making a joke about them, but will try and apologize to them about it afterwards. He has a lot of regrets, yet knows that he can’t look back on him so he has to move forward. He lives live to its full-potential, always laid-back and ready for some fun. He doesn’t really like fighting or tension after numerous years in a angry environment, and will fill the space with a witty crack at someone. Many know that he doesn’t mean this and what he says, yet he can sometimes push people away because of this. Adriano tries to stop making fun of people as best he can. Although Adriano is vain, cocky, sarcastic and incredibly flirtatious, he is a hopeless romantic. He has never been able to stay with the same girl for more than a month because of this; always wanting to find the one girl he was in love with. He would never ever admit anyone that he thought this though, considering his reputation meant quite a lot to him.
Fatal Flaw:
- Adriano somehow manages to gain enemies quite fast. Whether this is because he dumps girls like a toy or manages to insult people with one of his jokes, he is not sure. He, over the past two years, has managed to indeed make a few enemies around camp yet the number is insignificant compared to the number of friends he has.
- He has a fear of the dark and has since he was young. He can sleep in the dark yet when on edge, he likes to keep a small light or lamp on at all times. He finds this quite embarrassing.
- Adriano can become very jealous very easily, and this doesn’t help his ADHD. It often brings out the worst in him. When his anger levels spark, Adriano is completely unpredictable. He will literally do anything; hurting others, hurting himself, crying…etc…
Pets: None currently
Talents: Adriano has always had trouble trying to identify his talents. He believes he has none, yet there are one or two that could be considered a talent. For one, he cans seem to draw people to him like a moth or a flame. He doesn’t really think much of it, but he nearly always surrounded by people. Many would think that this popularity was cool but on rare occasions, Adriano becomes bored of it. Everyone needs a bit of solidarity. Another thing that has always bothered Adriano, yet never believed it was a talent, was the fact that no matter what happens to him, his appearance will always return back to normal. For example; when once in a brawl, Adriano’s nose had broke and moved to the side. Where most would have a more predominant bone in the middle of his nose and noticeable, Adriano’s nose returned straight. He has no scars unlike many children also, because of this. He cannot, however control this and still feels the pain of every broken bone and cut, despite the fact the blemish may fade after a few days. The only exception to this is that he cannot notice or control this to his knowledge and scars from celestial broze swords do not fade.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Other: adopted from Welshy<3
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| | | Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Subject: Re: bingo is a sport Mon Sep 03, 2012 4:08 pm | |
| extra big three character slot, ja.
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| | | Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Vincent Thomas Belanov"I walk this fine line between insane and insecure." Age/Birthday: 18 years old, July 3rd Gender: Male God Parent: Hermes Claimed: Yes Mortal Family: Ramona Belanov Years in Camp: 3 Brief History: Vinnie had always been labeled the "trouble-maker" at school. He got poor marks on his report cards, was constantly sent to the principal, and even transferred schools when he got expelled(twice.) His home life wasn't particularly great--his mother was an alcoholic who would disappear for days without so much as telling Vin where she was going, and so he mostly took care of himself--but he wasn't abused or anything of the like. His teachers would constantly worry for his well being, because he'd show up in the clothes he wore the day before, sleep through all the classes, and constantly had cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, but none of it was really his parents fault. The clothes were just because he was too lazy to change and nobody said he had too, the sleeping was because he hated school and was too jumpy to sit still and actually pay attention, and the cuts and bruises were because he'd go out skating with his friends every night. Despite his constant explanations, nobody believed him. Multiple times his mother, Ramona Belanov, faced lawsuits as social workers tried to take away child custody of Vinnie. They had lost each case until he was 13, when they finally, unfortunately, won. The case wasn't about custody of him, though. It was about his punishment. While his mom was on her usual trip to gods only knew where, Vin decided it would be a fun idea to try driving her car. The keys had been left on the kitchen counter, and from watching television shows Vin assumed he had some idea of what he was doing. Originally he just planned to drive around the neighborhood and bring it back, maybe stopping by a friend's house to brag, but he never got the chance. He put the keys into the ignition of the old white Honda Accord from the 90s, and twisted it, turning on the engine. After a few minor errors he managed to put the car in reverse and pull it out into the street, before turning it and shifting it into drive. From there, he started speeding down the street, completely unaware of the little boy from down the street playing outside. When a squirrel went running into the street, Vin swerved out of panic. He ended up going up onto the curb, into the grass and over an 11 year old boy who went to his school. The car went into the boy's house, and Vin was thrown from the vehicle. He went through a glass coffee table and cut himself up badly, but the boy was dead. After Vin's injuries were tended to and the concussion was beginning to disappear at the hospital, policed informed Vinnie of what he'd done. They said there would be severe consequences, however, they weren't as bad as Vinnie had originally thought. Somehow the court ruled that Vincent's joyride had been a result of stress and bad parenting, and that the accidental manslaughter wouldn't have happened otherwise. Ramona was charged for leaving her child unattended like she did and spent six months in jail, followed by six months of parenting classes. Vinnie went to a juvenile detention center for the year, where he constantly thought of what he'd done, how he'd killed an innocent boy--a classmate, no less. It changed him from being extremely reckless and oblivious of consequence to something of a cynic. Just short of his 15th birthday, Vincent got out of jail. He went home to Ramona and tried to begin a new life. While Vinnie gave up running about in the middle of the night, stealing and fighting, he didn't give up skateboarding. For a while, he was worried he'd crash into people and hurt them skateboarding, or he'd hurt himself, but eventually, after many falls and having to get back up, he grew to understand that accidents happen. He is still scarred both physically and mentally from the event, but skateboarding helped him remember who he was before, and helped him realize that he could still be that person because that person wasn't bad. Slowly his old habits came back--though he was still terrified of driving. Shortly after realizing this, Ramona had a sober talk with Vin(she quit drinking after Vinnie killed their neighbor and she went to jail.) She confessed that he wasn't an ordinary child, but he was a son of no other than the greek god of mischief, Hermes. Vin didn't want to believe it, but somewhere deep down, he thought it might be true. Ramona promised that he'd understand everything if he attended a special summer camp for children of the Greek deities. Vin, feeling like he didn't have much of a choice on the matter, agreed to go. He figured there wasn't really anything to lose, anyhow. It was actually a new start--a way to burn his bridges. He began to cherish an idea and by the time his bus was scheduled to arrive, he cherished the idea. The bus took him half away across the country, from his small home in Denver, Colorado, all the way to Long Island, New York. Using written directions on a piece of paper, he walked the last few miles to Camp Half Blood, and arrived with nothing more than the clothes on his back. Physical Appearance: Vin isn't lacking in body muscle at all. He has prominent arm and leg definition under fair skin. His limbs are long and lanky; Vin is somewhat tall, even for a guy, standing at 6'2." He's got an oval head covered in a mop of wavy, dark brown hair, which he tends to hide under a hat out of laziness. The hair curls around his ears and at the back of his neck, and he lacks hair anywhere else. Under the wisps of his bangs you can see small, almond shaped, honey brown eyes that gleam a shade close to amber under the right light. He's also got thick, naturally down-sloping eyebrows that, combined with his confident smirk, gives him a determined, confident look to replace a neutral face. He's got dimples, the right slightly more prominent than the left, and a Marilyn Monroe mole that can't be seen from too far away. As far as unusual markings go, he's got mature scars making small lines and criss-crosses all over his back, as well as the back of his neck, arms, legs, and even a small one on his butt. These were from being thrown into the coffee table as a kid. They're mature scars, shiny and pink, but smooth. He also has large scars on his knees and elbows, courtesy of his skateboarding past-time. The only other strange mark is a cafe au lait birthmark, which is light brown and roughly the shape of an oval, but with the occasional jagged edge. It's about an inch and a half wide, and located on his calf, a little un-centered to the left. Personality: For a while after the accident, Vinnie was extremely reserved. He felt guilty and depressed, and didn't really want to talk to anyone or spend time with people in general. Eventually, he returned to his own, charismatic, mischievous self--but he's danger conscious, now. His stunts are a little more controlled, because he doesn't want to hurt people. He'll still occasionally scrap for fun, but never with the intention to seriously injure, as well as steal small things and lounge around in no loitering stores. He still takes signs and slaps stickers on railings, but he's less eager to fight or put himself in a situation where he might endanger somebody else. And he has a major fear of driving. He can sit in a car, certainly. He had to just to get to Camp Half Blood. But he refuses to get behind the wheel again. For the mean time, Vin will stick to skateboarding everywhere. Vin is somewhat prideful in what he does. He's happy to say that he steals and that he won't take crap from people, and beams when people give him compliments. He'll given anyone any type of talk, whether about the birds and the bees or about how he thinks the earth was created. He absolutely despises talking about how he killed the boy, though. That's one topic that makes him squirm. But that aside, Vin is a happy-go-lucky guy. He takes things day by day and doesn't mind running in head first without a plan. Sometimes, that's his downfall. Other times, it works out great. Vin is likely to smile either way. He's friendly to most and will talk to anyone who starts a conversation with him. Being social comes natural to him. Charisma aside, Vin is also very curious. If he wants to know something, he finds out about it. He'll go a great length to solve a mystery, because the question will burden him until an answer is found. This leads him to questionable situations sometimes, and can often get him into trouble. Vin is the kind of guy that strolls down a dark alley way in the middle of the night by himself just to find out what something shining on the ground might be. Consequences or something he doesn't typically think about. Somehow, though, he still complains when bad things happen due to his lack of thinking. Fatal Flaw: Vincent is afraid of hurting people. Specifically, killing them. He hesitates to make the final blow, which could lead to his own demise when fighting with an enemy. Pets: None Talents: Being a son of Hermes leads Vinnie to do questionable things. He's excellent at lock-picking as well as pick-pocketing and even smuggling products out of stores, to some extent. Hermes' talents aside, Vin is an experienced skateboarder and isn't half bad on a dirt bike, either. He can't sing or play an instrument to save his life, but he does have a guilty pleasure for poetry and song writing. Weapons: A boomerang spanning four feet in length. It has razor sharp edges and does return when thrown properly. The boomerang is black in color, with celestial bronze edges that are silver in color. The weapon has been affectionately named Arsenio. While many would consider Arsenio to be a heavy, bulky weapon, Vin finds that the weapon isn't actually particularly hard to carry, throw, or run with. He suspect the ease of using the weapon is a gift from his father, Hermes, though there is no actual proof of this and he's never met his dad so he can't ask about it. Arsenio, because of the inconvenience of its shear size, can cut down and transform into to a black and gold striped lanyard around his neck. At the bottom of the lanyard, along with his house and car keys, is a small golden boomerang. It hangs like a keychain, but the boomerang is the embodiment of Arsenio. When Arsenio is out and in use, any keys that Vin keeps on the lanyard cannot be accessed. Year-Round or Summer: Year-round Other: Vin loves working out because it allows him to blow off steam in a way that's as close as you can get to violence without being violent.
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| Adam Charles Lewins Name: Adam Charles Lewins, who goes by just Adam. Age/Birthday: Adam was born in 1900, but due to his past, he never aged in the Lotus Casino keeping him forever seventeen. His birthday is February 17th, 1901. In actuality, he's 113. Gender: Male. God Parent: Morpheus. Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Mary Lewins (Biological Mother) - Mary loved her son more than anything in the world and would do anything for him. When Adam wanted to go off to the war, she was extremely proud of his noble desires to fight for the cause. She was a little worried since he was underage, but Adam assured her that he'd be fine. Mary met Morpheus one day at the market while she was shopping for meats, since she didn't have her own farm, seeing how it was pretty difficult to have a farm New York. Morpheus appeared to her as a rich man who just wanted love. And that's what he got. Morpheus and Mary fell in love with each other. It tore the god apart to leave his wife and child but he left eventually, leaving his son and his wife all his money. Lucy Lewins (Biological Sister) - Adam and his sister were pretty distant for their time period. Most siblings then would have been best friends, or at least like each other. Lucy didn't appear to like Adam at all. She often seemed annoyed by his presence and rarely spoke to him. Except when Adam left for the Great War. When Adam announced that he was leaving, his mother broke down in tears and left the room leaving only Adam's younger sister to comfort him. Lucy ran up to Adam and threw her arms around his neck and cried. Surprised, Adam held her and rubbed her back, patting her gently. Turns out, Lucy could've been an oracle for Apollo. She was always given glimpses of the future, but never the actual visions. So when Adam announced that he was going to war, she was quiet because she'd been going through a sort of vision. The vision was of the horrors of the battlefield. For the last days, she pleaded with her brother not to go, but he didn't listen. Jane Lewins (Biological Sister) - Another daughter of Morpheus, Adam barely knew Jane before he went off to war. She was only three when he left home for the War. During the time they did know each other, Adam and Jane seemed to spend every waking moment with each other. They were always together, Jane would always chatter away to Adam, curling up on his chest while they slept. The two were practically inseperable. Adam never even got to see her fifth birthday. Adam's been told that she's still alive and he's been desperately trying to meet her. That's all he wants for the rest of his life, is to spend it with someone he can remember from his past. Years in Camp: Adam's been here for about three weeks. History: Adam was born and raised in New York of the early twentieth century. For the majority of his infant years, his mother didn't have a job, leaving them to the streets or to rent out expensive apartments for the night and only the night. The severity of the situation arose when Mary's possessions were stolen out of her bag one night in the winter, leaving her and her infant son without a blanket for the night. Right then and there, Mary made the decision to suck up her pride and talk to her parents again. Though her parents were disappointed in her for not marrying, they still loved her and took her and Adam into their home. That's where they lived for three years until Mary had enough money saved up for a house in Queens. Adam's grandparents were definitely sad to see their only grandson leave, but they let him go easily. After Adam and his mother left, they lived in a small house in Queens as planned. After all the hardships in his early years, Adam had a relatively easy childhood. He didn't have school and he didn't have any siblings to compete with or fight with. Though he had an easy childhood, he was particularly lonely because of no siblings and no pets. Also, his mother was gone a lot. She was always working at that shoe factory. His mother worked from about five in the morning until ten at night most times. She'd come home and just flop down, dead tired. And when Adam was old enough, he got a job at the same shoe factory. He'd work the same amount of hours as his mother and soon enough they began pulling enough money for extra stuff at home. But, when Adam was eight, he got into a horrible accident at the factory that nearly killed him. He almost got caught in a press machine. From there, his mother made sure that he didn't continue work at the factory. He wasn't allowed. After the factory incident, Adam's father came around again only to knock up his mother. Mary had another baby when Adam was ten. Her name was Lucy. After Lucy was born, Adam spent most of his time taking care of her when their mother was away. Adam was a good brother to her even though she seemed to hate him. Other than Lucy, Adam spent most of his teen years alone, just reading or practicing his writing skills. Adam was never any good with reading or writing, but his mother taught him since he never went to school to actually learn. He had always wanted to go to school, too. Mary had always told Adam that they couldn't afford it. And now that Adam couldn't work anymore, they sure as heck couldn't afford it. When Lucy was three, Adam started looking for a job again. He needed money for his sister. As if he didn't have enough pressure on him, war broke out in 1914 and all the men disappeared from the factories. Well, not all the men. Just quite a few of them. So, Adam got a job and was payed well. A year later, his baby sister, Jane, was born. Two years after Jane was born, America entered into the Great War and Adam signed up for the cause. He came home one day after work to find his mother sitting at the table, crying. She yelled at him and screamed at him not to leave her. The war was an awful idea. But Adam didn't listen. He wanted to be worth something for once in his life. He wanted to feel like an American hero. He wanted to be great. Mary pleaded with him and begged him to stay, but Adam wouldn't listen. He had his heart set on going to war. When Adam arrived in basic training a few days later, the camp was in a hurry to get the men ready for war. It was a six week program. Six weeks of hell on his muscles. Adam's hair was shaved, he was given a gun, taught how to shoot, and they basically shipped him off to war. On the boat to Europe, Adam made some great friends. He spoke to a boy about his age of the same situation. The boy's name was Sam. Sam was from Pennsylvania, but had signed up in the New York Regiment. Adam and Sam bonded over boy things for a while on the boat. However, when the two boys were deployed onto the Western Front, their world changed forever. The ride there in the back of the truck was silent. Bombs were going off in the distance, occasional booms and sounding like thunder. A few of the boys were praying to themselves. Adam and Sam were blissfully unaware of the impending horrors that awaited them on the Western Front. As the boys got off the truck, they were told to make themselves look small and move quickly to the trenches. Each of the boys did and they made it there alive. In the trenches, the boys were given guns and retaught how to shoot them. The guns they were given in the trenches were slightly different than the ones back in America. They were foreign almost. When Adam asked an older soldier about it, the soldier replied that they were French and the only available weapons. Their weapons had either been badly damaged or lost. Still confused, Adam went along with it. That first night was pure terror for the new boys in the trench. Bombs went off over head, occasional shrapnel flying into the trenches. The other men slept fitfully while Adam and Sam stayed up all night whispering back and forth. They were too nervous and too upset to sleep. They'd been lied to. The Western Front was nothing like the way it was on the propaganda posters. Nothing. The posters had told them that the war was going to be easy and quick and from looking the way it was, nothing was looking easy or quick. All night Adam stayed up and prayed to every god he'd ever heard of. There were points where he was so nervous he'd have to get up and relieve himself. By the time morning rolled around, each of the boys were given a briefing on how the whole thing would work. They were told the ins and outs of bombings and all the slang and just everything. Within fifteen minutes of waking up, the men lined up against the trench wall waiting for the sound of the whistle to blow. Adam crossed himself and then the whistle blew. Suddenly it was chaos and anarchy and hectic all at once as the men clambered out of the trench. A few were shot before the could even climb. Terrified, Adam forgot everything he knew about and just ran. He ran like hell. Along the way he was shot at. Bombs and bullets rained down mercilessly overhead, kicking up mud, blood, and water from the ground. Adam ran with Sam and Sam was doing okay. Until they ran into a German soldier. The German garbled at them in some ugly language and suddenly skewered Sam through the chest. He yanked the end of gun out Sam and Sam fell to the ground twitching in pain. Adam's eyes were huge and he barely thought about what he did next. He stabbed the soldier through the lower abdomen. The man fell to the ground, writhing in the mud. His blood spilled out of his body, a strangely beautiful scarlet color. From there, Adam used his gun he was given. He shot as many bullets as he could and avoided getting shot. Adam didn't think as he moved. He just kept moving. Suddenly, an explosion happened nearby him sending Adam flying through the air. The son of Morpheus hit the ground hard landing on his arm in an old crater filled with water. The water was tinted red from blood. Not his own, though. Adam glanced around and steadied himself by putting his hand on what he thought was the ground. He glanced down, but his hand was resting on a random body part that he had no idea how to identify. Adam let out a choking noise and keeled over, vomiting in the water. As he finished vomiting, a fellow soldier pulled him out of the water and they kept moving across No Man's Land. Just as a grenade exploded over head, they dove into a new trench better than the last one. It had shelves and a wood floor. It was deep, too. Adam just lay there on the floor muttering incoherent words. He was speaking half in English and half in Greek making him totally incomprehensible to the other boys. The other men just looked at Adam like he was insane. Some of the older soldiers took one look at Adam and said, "He's shell-shocked." And that's exactly what he was. For the next twelve hours after that, Adam didn't sleep, eat, or drink. He sat in a corner and mumbled to himself. When he finally snapped out of it, the men were ordered to move forward. Adam was barely able to cross No Man's Land once before, how could he do it again? With grenades. His commanding officer gave Adam a handful of grenades and told him to throw as hard and fast as he could. Adam had been noticed for having a ridiculously good aim. When the whistle blew, Adam shut down. He stopped thinking, he stopped talking, he stopped all but moving. He was a machine out there on that decimated landscape. He was a true machine. Adam skewered men left and right, tossed grenades into the distance, blew stuff up. All within a two minute time period. This time when he crossed No Man's Land, Adam didn't make the same mistake as last time. Last time he spent too much time standing around. This time the only goal in his mind was to live long enough to see that trench wall. And that was what happened. Adam made it to the trench again. This time, he stopped speaking to the other men all together. He just stopped. He was done. Later that same week, they had been in the same trench for a week and Adam was completely done. He went into a quiet part of the trench and held a gun to his arm. He knew that if he got badly injured, they'd send him to a hospital. They wouldn't keep him on the war front. And that's what he did. Adam pressed the nozzle of the revolver against his arm and pulled the trigger. At the last second, though, Adam panicked and the bullet only grazed the side of his arm. As punishment, Adam was to stay on the line with the other men. During the rest of his time with the other men, Adam felt himself slowly going insane. He began to have hallucinations and flashbacks to the first time he crossed No Man's Land with Sam. He'd dream about Sam being blown up right in front of his very eyes. Adam was becoming mentally unstable. He lost over twenty pounds in the war. By the time someone realized what was happening to Adam, he was a gaunt skeleton who was sitting the trench, hugging a shotgun and whispering to himself. There was a point when food had to be forced down the boy's throat. He couldn't even eat by himself. The lowest point that Adam hit during the war was the point where he was fully ready to die. He stood up in the middle of the night and climbed over the top of the trench. He held his arms out and called, "I'm ready!" Just as bullet flew past his head, his friends grabbed him and held him down while writhed and screamed in pain. He wasn't screaming about physical pain, either. He was screaming about the mental pain. Shortly after the Regiment made it to the forest, an ambulence was sent for Adam. He was hauled away to a mental hospital in Europe. Adam spent his Christmas and his 17th birthday in a mental hospital in France. But, on the bright side, Adam learned French while he was in the asylum. Shortly after his birthday, the veteran was released from the hospital and sent home with honors from his commander. As soon as he got home back in America, his mother wanted to take him and his sisters to a hotel in Las Vegas to help him unwind from the war. During the entirity of the trip, Adam was quiet and merely stared out the window of the train. He didn't say a word to anyone. He kept his mouth shut, which made his mother cry while he was asleep. He'll never know that, either. When they arrived in Las Vegas, they headed straight to the Lotus Casino for some relaxation time. The Lotus flowers that Adam ate while he was there made him completely forget about everything he'd just witnessed and experienced. He was happy for once in a long time. Until that satyr found him and rescued him. The satyr brought him Camp a short while ago and he's been here for a few weeks now. Physical Appearance: Adam stands at the height of five foot seven inches tall. He's always been an average sized guy, well, in his own time he was. The average height size was a lot smaller than it is in current times. Adam has a bad stature, but impressive posture. He always stands like a soldier, since his training will always stay with him. With his light frame and small bones, Adam could easily be perceived as a male nymph--that is, if he stood with bad posture. Adam makes himself look about three inches taller, normally. His legs and arms are slim, but toned. Adam has relatively small hands and feet for a boy. On his arm, Adam's got a massive scar from where he shot himself. At the last second, Adam pulled the gun away, causing the bullet to only graze his arm. Adam has very fair skin with a few moles and beauty marks dotting his skin here and there. Due to his Irish ancestry, his skin tends to get burned a lot, so Adam is frequently wearing sunblock. Along with his skin tone, Adam has a very good complexion, generally. He doesn't get that much acne anymore since he's nearly an adult, but he still gets the occasional zit near his jawline. Adam's frequently touching his jaw. The son of Morpheus has a very soft face with gentle features. His features and bone structure isn't hard and prominent like most guys his age. He has a rounded chin with a bit of an indent in the middle. Adam's lips and mouth are rather small and pink. Above Adam's mouth is his nose. Adam has a small nose that slops gently down his face. His nostrils flare out when he's angry and he's been told that it's a rather cute trait. The base of his nose is a bit wider than he likes it to be. The most distinguishing mark on Adam's face would have to be the scar on the side of his face, by his ear. It's a scar from being hit with shrapnel. The most prominent feature of Adam's entire body would have to be his eyes. He has very average shaped eyes that are started to develop crinkles at the corners. His actual eye color is what's most surprising. Adam has a vibrant blue eyes with hints of green and golden, brown flecks thrown in. Around his pupils is a ring of straight teal green which gives his eyes a popping color. Framing his beautiful eyes is an average set of blonde, short eyelashes. Since he's a guy, he never wears mascara. Well, except for this one time... Anyways, above Adam's eyes are his eyebrows. He has nicely sculpted, well-kept blonde eyebrows. They're hardly noticeable, really. On of top of Adam's head sits a full head of hair. Adam has very thick, dark-brown hair. Or, at least he thought it was brown. Adam is naturally a brunette but for some reason, when he came out of the Lotus Casino he found that his hair was blonde. The satyr told him that it had been bleached while he was in there and that he must've done it himself. Currently Adam has very light, bleached blonde hair. His roots are starting to grow back and currently just the tips of his hair are blonde. He's not sure if he's going to keep it bleached or not, though. He rather likes it this way. His hair is a bit longer than most guys, going past his ears if he does nothing with it but he usually keeps it styled with a bit of Axe styling gel. Since the turn of the century, he's really discovered hair products. His hair generally is found standing up in a voluminous fashion. Adam has a very nice style. He stays dressed in nice clothes most of the time, still stuck in his early twentieth century mindset that he has to look nice. He generally wears a clean, crisp button down shirt tucked into a pair of tight slacks with a pair of oxfords and a jacket over it. If he really has to dress up, Adam goes for the bowties versus the ties. As he grows more into the current styles, Adam is slowly becoming a bit more lax with what he wears. He'll occasionally wear a v-neck t-shirt with a pair of nice, dark jeans and a pair of white hi-top shoes. He's found that this combination looks rather nice together. Since he's come out of the Lotus Casino, Adam has really taken a liking to sunglasses. Especially Ray-bans. As for Adam's aura, he has an aura of calmness. Despite the insanity that runs rampant through Adam's mind, he has a very calming aura. It's one of the gifts from his father. His father is the god of dreams and so Adam has a calming, almost sleepy aura. Being around him makes you want to take a nap and have good dreams. Usually his aura isn't as strong as the way it's being described but if he's used his powers a lot during the day, his aura tends to get stronger and stronger. Personality: Adam suffers from Post-traumatic Stress Disorder that he received during WWI when stationed in the Western Front in Europe. His disorder affects his life in many, many ways. Often Adam will have full mental breakdowns if something reminds him of the Western Front. He thinks about it too much, often flooding his way of normal thought. Adam indeed went absolutely insane during his time in the war. When he's not losing his mind, Adam's a quiet eighteen year old boy who enjoys spending his time alone. He's a true introvert, often spending all of his time reading in the library or curled up beside a fireplace with a notebook and a pencil. Right off the bat, Adam could easily be described as introverted and quiet. He spends almost all of his time isolated and alone. He's a very quiet child and rarely speaks up. That pretty much stops him from speaking up and vocalizing his opinion. Adam's almost afraid to speak about his opinion which would make him the worst leader ever, by the way. He tends to keep things bottled up inside him as well. Adam very rarely is vocal about anything, actually. If he has something to say, he won't say it unless it's a life threatening situation. As stated previously, Adam's a ruined soul. He's tormented, tortured, and destroyed. Tortured by his own demons and fears and memories. While he was in the Lotus, his memories were suppressed by the chemical makeup of the flowers and the effects they had on his brain but now that he's out after nearly a century in the Casino, his memories are nearly crystal clear. Adam never, ever talks about these memories but as stated before, he's clearly mentally unstable. He can hold his emotions well on a good day but on a bad day... it's bad. Adam's been so horribly affected by the carnage of WWI that he'll often have hallucinations and flashbacks. Sometimes he'll have hallucinations within the flashbacks. It's truly awful. Adam has hit that point where he's sat in his cabin all day and thought he was back in the trenches again. He honestly thought that's what was happening. He's become so deteriorated that he can hardly tell reality from hallucination anymore. And on top of that, Adam's awkward and hesitant. Even for a teenager. He's awkward with girls and he's very awkward with other boys. Adam doesn't have many friends and he's not sure how to make them. He can hardly talk to people. Adam tends to befriend more animals than people because of this. He's a very hesitant boy. He's hesitant with doing things and he tends to overthink them a lot. He can't actually do something without thinking about it. Due to the war incidents, he's gotten better at just going with it, though. If you were to hand Adam a gun and tell him to go kill people, he'd do it without question. One of Adam's greatest assets is that his kills and fights without question even if he doesn't like it. He hates fighting and he hates training, but he's naturally good at it. If his friends are in trouble and they're being killed, Adam will fight without question and he'll turn into a machine. Adam's a very loyal person. Once he makes a friend, you can count on him for basically the rest of your life. Adam sticks with people until the very end and even after. He's the guy that girls go to talk to about their feelings. Since he's so quiet, Adam really knows how to listen and that's what makes him such a good guy. He knows how to listen and respond at the right parts. He's a great friend to guys and girls alike, he just doesn't have very many. He'll give a smile to practically anyone who wants it. He's super nice in general and would've been very popular except for his damage to his brain. Despite never going to school, Adam's extremely intelligent. He could've skipped a grade in school if he had gone. Adam has a natural aptitude for learning and he loves reading and writing. He was never diagnosed with dyslexia or ADHD--technically because of his time period--mostly because he doesn't have dyslexia. He does have ADD, though. He has a natural curiosity for things he doesn't know and things that are restricted towards him. If you tell Adam that he's going to not be allowed to have knowledge, he's automatically going to learn it anyways. Fatal Flaw: Adam has many flaws, but probably one of the worst flaws he has is his hesitation to make the kill shot. Ever since his time in the way, Adam just can't pull the trigger anymore. He doesn't have to pull anymore triggers but he still has to fight and defend himself. He's never killed a man or woman since the war and he doesn't plan on it. Talents: Dream Walking: The son of Morpheus has perfected his ability to walk through the dreams of others and of his own without become tired. The only downside of this power is that Adam can only do it with one other person and he has to be in physical contact with the person. This talent was a talent shown to him by his baby sister, Jane. He can stay in a dream unnoticed and be completely aware of his surroundings. However, if he's killed in a dream, he's killed in reality, too. Sort of like Inception. Beauty Rest: Adam has the capability of not needing much sleep at all--which really helped him on the warfront many years ago. Adam could sleep for maybe two or three hours and he was good to go. He'd be plenty well-rested and rearing for action. Illusions: That's right. Adam's able to create small illusions within dreams. Now this is a power that Adam has not quite perfected or messed around with since it requires other people to do it with. If he did it to himself, it'd be just classified as Lucid Dreaming. Hypnokinesis: Adam has a slight ability to manipulate someone into feeling tired. He doesn't practice this power a lot, though. He doesn't like it. Weapons: Adam has a simple light wood bow and a set of arrows to go with it. He has one of the best shots next to the Apollo kids but he really doesn't ever use this bow because he doesn't fight. He can't be in wars otherwise he has straight up breakdowns. Year-Round or Summer: All year. Other: His color is gray and the total word count of this app is: 4755. Pets: Adam has a Husky puppy. The dog's name is Hercules.
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| Levi Charles Wayland Name: Levi Charles Wayland, otherwise known as Levi. Age/Birthday: May 23rd, 1996. He's sixteen. Gender: Male. Celestia Parent: Aphrodite. Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Pete Wayland (Biological Father) - Owner of a chocolates shop, Pete was a very handsome man. He had charisma, swagger, charm, and class. He also had a heavy, mean hand. Pete would abuse Levi from the age of five to the age of fourteen. Due to the intervention of the police, that was when the abuse stopped. Before Pete took to the drink and started hitting his son, he was a very lovely man. Before Levi was born and he was still with Aphrodite, Pete was completely whipped. He'd buy Aphrodite clothes, chocolates, wines, flowers, anything she wanted. And she got pregnant and everything went down the drain. The baby was born and she left immediately after, breaking Pete's heart on the way out. For a while, Pete was just depressed, quiet and somber. He didn't speak to anyone and kept to himself, just making his chocolates and going to therapy. After he came from therapy one day, he was different. He was drunk. That's when he started hitting his son. After that first sip of alcohol. Years in Camp: Levi's been in camp since he was fifteen and a half. So he's been here for little over a year. Brief History: Levi would not be the first to admit that he had a rough life. From the time he was just five years old, the boy had already broken three boys. Levi was born on a humid night in May from the goddess of love and was just left to fend for himself on Pete Wayland's doorstep. Yes, Pete is Levi's biological father, but Pete never wanted any offspring. He just wanted sex and a hot wife. Pete was a very selfish man, always neglecting his son as a baby. The baby would cry for nights on end until Pete couldn't take it anymore and hired a full time nanny. The nanny, Maria, took execellent care of Levi, leaving Pete to do other things on his own. For the first four years, everything was mostly calm in Levi's life. Then, his father discovered alcohol. As soon as Pete's lips touched alcohol for the first time, that's it, he was hooked. The naturally abusive man began drinking heavily in the late afternoon and coming home from work hammered out of his mind. Pete would just drink himself into a stupor. When he wasn't that drunk, but hammered enough to remember, he'd beat on Levi, often teasing the boy about his girlish appearance. At first it was just mental abuse, by calling Levi various name and making fun of him, but by the time Levi was six years old, Pete had picked up physical abuse. Everyday, Levi would go to school in long sleeves and sweatshirts, trying to cover up the bruises and the wounds so people wouldn't ask questions. Sometimes, Levi would purposely act out so he could stay after school in detention. Despite Levi's crappy home life, he was still a bright, shining light in his classroom. He made kids laugh, he smiled, he was kind to everyone. Not even his abusive father could break his spirit. For those first seven years, Levi really tried to make the best of his life even though it was crap. And in truth, Levi's dad had money which meant Levi always had money to spend. Even as a child. He often had nice clothes and expensive toys. Despite being a jerk, Levi's dad would buy him all the right toys at random times as if he were trying to make up for lost time. It didn't work. When Levi was nine years old, an incident happened that was the rock bottom of Levi's childhood. This was the incident that broke the little boy's spirit. It was a frigid Christmas Eve and Pete was drunk yet again, this time he'd been particularly pissed enough to not even buy his son any presents. Confused and upset, the young Levi walked right up to his father and asked in a timid voice, "Daddy, did Santa bring me any presents? Did he forget about me?" Pete, feeling extremely angered by that statement, sent Levi flying through a wall. Levi broke six bones and had to go to the hospital. From that night on, Levi's spirit was completely broken. He no longer smiled in school, he no longer laughed, he was just dead. It was like, when his dad snapped, something inside of Levi broke. From the age of ten years old, Levi began to have thoughts of suicide--to an extent. He wondered why his father hated him. What had he done to make his daddy do this? Why did his daddy hate him? Levi began to develop early feelings of guilt and he began to feel like it was his fault that his father hated him. He was the victim of multiple vicious crimes and yet he had began to feel like it was all his fault. A few months after that incident, Levi's dad was arrested and charged with a DWI and thrown into jail for a few months. During those few months, Levi stayed with an aunt of his father's. His Aunt Nora actually. Levi's Aunt Nora was a little out there, but all in all a good woman. She noticed Levi's scars and bruises right away and considered letting the police know, however, Nora feared that her brother would come after her. As soon as Pete was let out of jail, it was back to hell again for the son of Aphrodite. He expected Pete to be worse than before, but actually it was better than before--physically, anyways. For the next two years, Pete emotionally abused the hell out of Levi. He'd put Levi through his insane mood swings and was always drinking and each and every night, Levi prayed the man would die. Finally, by the time Levi was thirteen, he had had enough. It was a particularly warm night in May around the time of Levi's birthday when it happened. Pete had been messing around with his friends, bringing various "toys" home for him (Pete) to play with. It just so happened that Pete was drunk. Well, Levi was in the living room watching television when he heard a loud bang. Levi sprinted into the kitchen and saw his father and his friends laughing at the broken china that lay in pieces. Levi wasn't amused. "That was probably priceless china that you just broke," Levi pointed out with an innocent expression on his face. Pete stalked up to Levi and laughed in his face. "It wasn't worth nothing, just like you," he laughed, alcohol heavy on his breath. Levi moved away from him muttering, "disgusting." Somehow, Pete managed to pick up on that. "What'd you call me?" The man growled, grabbing the collar of his son's shirt and yanking him into his face. "Disgusting," Levi repeated, defiance twinkling in his eyes. He was done. Suddenly, Pete threw him back, and Levi fell into the wall, smacking his head on the cement. Anger filled Levi's body and he stood up and dusted himself and then he did something he'd never considered doing before. Levi shoved his father back. But, Levi was shot down because just as fast as he shoved him, Pete threw a punch that broke Levi's nose. Levi flew into the refrigerator, nearly knocking it over. A rage blinded Levi as he heard his fat, disgusting father's laugh. Levi crawled over to the table, dripping blood along the floor while Pete and his friends had stayed in the kitchen, just laughing by the stove. Somehow, the beat up young son of Aphrodite managed to pick himself up and take the handgun sitting on the table. From that point, Levi stumbled upwards and, dripping blood, he pointed the handgun at his father and pulled the trigger. The kick exploded back, nearly knocking the boy off his feet, but he nailed his father in the head. Horrified, Pete's two friends ran from the house and out into the street, where they were hit by cars and killed instantly. Bloody and angry, Levi ran upstairs and threw his clothes and things into a duffel bag. He called his Aunt Nora and said, "Aunt Nora, I just shot dad." From that point, Nora got him away from the house and took him to Camp, where he's been ever since. Despite having been free of his father's hold on his life, Levi still can't shake the feeling of holding that gun in his hands and he fears that he'll do it again. Levi often has nightmares about what happened, not to mention he thinks about the incident nearly every day. He'll never be able to let it go. Ever. During Levi's first few months at camp, he was extremely depressed since he had no mother, no father, and no siblings to call his own. He wasn't claimed until his sixteenth birthday, so in the boy's fifteenth year, he was a depressed, suicidal boy. You can find scars all up and down his arms, you know. Levi's motive for trying to kill himself was the overbearing weight of the guilt that lay on the boy's shoulders from past abuse. He just couldn't help feeling guilty all of the time. As soon as Levi was claimed (about six months ago) his life started to pick up. Even though nobody knew he was suffering, nobody needed to know now. He was the son of a love goddess, he was pretty decent looking, and he could sing. Things were starting to look up for the boy. They still are, too. Physical Appearance: Being a son of Aphrodite, Levi's naturally very handsome to most girls. He stands at about five foot eleven inches, being average with his height. He's not too fond of his body, though. Levi is tall and lanky, all arms and legs. He only weighs about one hundred and forty pounds. Levi is very conscious about his body and weight, he worries about the little things. Up and down his body, he's got scars faded from his father's beatings. Anyways, Levi has very long legs and arms with huge hangs and long fingers. He also has very average size feet. Levi almost has a feminine face, with its features and the way they're shaped. He has a nice heart-shaped face with a rounded chin and the biggest dimples ever. However, Levi's a little self-conscious of his upper lip and how thin it is compared to the bottom one. He's also conscious of how his mouth is very far away from his nose. Liking to keep himself presentable, Levi always keeps himself clean-shaven and just clean in general. The boy never has a speck of dirt on his face or a bit of food anywhere. Levi has very nice teeth even if he has a chipped canine on the left side. The reason his canine is chipped is because his father shoved him down a flight of stairs and he hit his face and broke a tooth. But, other than the chip, his teeth are very straight and white. Now, onto Levi's nose. Levi's nose has a rather wide base and comes up to point instead of a ball or anything else. His nose is also somewhat crooked from being broken once before and making him appear slightly less feminine. His crooked nose gives him a tougher appearance, so to speak. Levi has strange eyes. The shape of his eyes are a nice half-almond, roundish shape, but when his eyes are described as strange and weird, most people would talk about the color of his eyes. Levi's eye color is a strange, dark blue color that looks nearly black in the right light. They're deep and can often be described as like looking into a dark, trench in the ocean. Those eyes hold a lot of feelings. Framing the two of them are a pair of rather average looking eyelashes and above his eyes are his eyebrows. Levi's eyebrows are nicely shaped, seeming as thought they were professionally sculpted. All in all, Levi has a very put together face. As if someone took the time choosing his features and assets. Levi has the kind of hair that drive girls wild. Girls tend to obsess with touching his hair and while he doesn't like when they touch his hair, he lets them. His hair is very thick and is usually looking perfect on top of the son of Aphrodite's head. He can roll right out of bed and have it look perfect or nearly perfect every day. His hair is kind of like a mop, except with organization in the way it falls over his forehead. His long bangs swoop across his forehead and his head. While the majority of his hair is a bit cowlicky, it looks good while doing it. His hair looks a bit frayed from a distance, but it's actually not. The color of his hair is a rich, chocolate brown color with highlights of caramel thrown in at random spots. Levi's style is definitely different from most boys in the way that he dresses like he actually cares. Most of the time, you can find Levi wearing a sweater with a coat and a scarf and jeans, or colored jeans with a random shirt and some nice shoes. Generally, Levi goes for the hipster type clothes. He likes to wear random jackets, though, such as fake letterman jackets and vintage jean jackets. Like most of his sisters, Levi tends to spend a lot of money on clothes that he doesn't need. Personality: Right off the bat, Levi can be described as totally sweet and kind. He's the boy that's always got a smile on his face no matter what and doesn't seem to be bothered by other people's opinions. Little does everyone around him know that this is all an entire act. Levi cares a lot. He just doesn't show it. One of Levi's favorite things to say is, "It's just as hard to be Ken as it is to be Barbie," because he finds it to be extremely true. Levi finds it very difficult to get out of bed some days and on those days, even then he doesn't show what's truly going on with him. Levi has the utter tendency to hide his feelings from the world and keep everything bottled up inside. He's never had that "explosion of feelings" that everyone talks about getting if you keep your feelings bottled up inside. He feels like that nobody understands what he's going through. He's not the strong and silent type of guy, he's more the "hide all my feelings with smiles" type of guy because that's exactly what he does. If you actually knew what was going on with Levi, you'd be extremely sad for him. But, back to the good side of Levi for a moment. Levi's extremely kind to everyone, especially girls. He's friends with a lot more girls than he is males just simply because of the fact that he finds it easier to get along with them than guys. It's often mistaken for homosexuality when Levi is probably the straightest guy out there. He's also really loud and he loves to crack jokes. The good kind of jokes, not the mean, sarcastic kind. Levi doesn't particularly understand sarcasm. Due to his mother's patronage, Levi's also like a daughter of Aphrodite in a few ways. He likes attention, current trends, hanging out with his sisters, and gossiping. Again, this is why people think he's gay when he's really not. He's just a little feminine. While Levi likes to get attention, he doesn't like to be the center of attention all the time because he finds that to be extremely uncomfortable. Despite what you might think, Levi's actually really intelligent having a fairly high IQ, he just lacks all common sense whatsoever. Levi comes off as a bit of a ditz, actually, when he's really smart. Levi has a thing for remembering facts and random stuff, but he just lacks all common sense. While he doesn't show it, Levi is extremely self-conscious of himself. After years upon years of enduring his father's constant emotional/verbal abuse, Levi's grown to practically hate himself. He's always thinking that he's the root of the problem and becomes somewhat martyr-like in this nature. Levi is very hard on himself and he can definitely be described as his own worst enemy. What Levi thinks is completely than what is actually going on. Levi tends to think that nobody likes when in fact, there are a lot of people who like him and enjoy his presence. Levi's just so wrapped up in his own boat of misery that he can't see reality. Fatal Flaw: Levi's only major downfall would have to be the fact that he cares a lot about what other people think of him, so much so that it'll make him stop and rethink his decisions over which could ultimately lead him to rechoose something that needs to be done. Pets: None. Talents: Being a child of Aphrodite, Levi doesn't have many god-parent related talents, but what he can do is sing. Levi has a wonderful alto voice. Weapons: Despite being a son of Aphrodite, Levi actually does fight and does take time out of his schedule to learn to sword fight and hand fight. Levi is particularly good with the dagger and has his own dagger with a shiny, flat blade and a silver handle. The blade has no name in particular, but Levi is searching for a name. Year-Round or Summer: Year round.
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Quentin Simer Name: Quentin [Quinn-ton] Benjamin Simer [S-eye-mer] Age/Birthday: December 29th, 1995. Seventeen years of age. Gender: Male. Celestia Parent: Apollo. Claimed: Yes Mortal Family: Darcy Simer (Mother) - Quentin's mother was a crazy woman who was a little bit self-centered near the climax of her life. The way she met Apollo was a little bit scandolous. She was engaged to her boyfriend of two years at the time and she decided to have a brief fling, ultimately knocking her up. She gave birth to Quentin about nine months later. During the wedding, she wasn't showing so she played it off as Quentin belonging to Charlie--her fiancee. Charlie never found out that Quentin wasn't his since Charlie and Apollo looked a lot alike. The way Darcy just generally is is pretty...odd. She raises her kids almost without a care in the world and considering she has the money to burn, she spoils her children, too. The relationship between Darcy and Quentin is relatively ok--so she thinks. Quentin thinks she's an idiot, though. Mary Simer (Sister) - Mary is Quentin's oldest sister and probably the most dramatic one in the entire house, so when she decided to major in the dramatic arts at college, it was no surprise. Mary and Quentin don't have a particularly good relationship, considering she tried to ruin his life on multiple accounts. Ruin his life by messing with his instruments and friends that is. Mary was always the dramatic, rebellious one in the family causing drama and problems within the family. At one point she was sent to a mental hospital for her behavior. When she moved out, it was probably the happiest day of Quentin's life. Olivia Simer (Sister) - Younger than Mary, Olivia was the sportiest sister Quentin had. She was the next oldest, but usually acted like she was in charge. Olivia was practically the golden child in the house--well, in Charlie's eyes. Quentin never really competed or even cared for competition, but if there was a competition to be the golden child, Olivia had it in the bag. She was the star. She was a cheerleader, a swimmer, and a softball player. However, Olivia wasn't particularly smart and usually ended up taking the lowest classes, and still getting relatively average grades. At one point, Quentin ended up tutoring her. He stopped because he could she was feeling bad. Quentin and Olivia generally got along despite their little competition over the years. Sarah Simer (Sister) - Younger than Mary and Olivia, Sarah was the music child. Sarah was almost always out of the house and involved in some kind of music activity of some sort. Sarah was almost never home on the weekends. She could've been gone for an entire weekend and nobody would have doubted that she was working on a new piece. Sarah was definitely the quietest out of all the Simer children, finding comfort in music. Sarah was softspoken and afraid to speak her mind so when she started dating an abusive boy, nobody found out about it until she came home one day with bruises up and down her arms. No one actually found out until Quentin got arrested for beating the living crap out of Sarah's boyfriend at the time. For weeks after the incident, Sarah was the same. Quiet, mouse-like, and unnoticed. The only person she'd speak to was Quentin, though. When Sarah left the house, she went far and Quentin often worries about her. She went to Julliard. The two will often write each other and visit each other. Sarah is Quentin's only sibling who knows his true heritage. Hana Simer (Sister) - Hana was the youngest of all the children, except Quentin. She was only a year older than Quentin and has only just left the house. She was an art geek, having an exceptional drawing hand and an eye for photography. Hana preferred photography, though. Unlike Sarah, Hana was loud and outspoken, often having her voice be the loudest one in the house. She was different than Mary because Hana was loud in a happy way, whereas Mary was loud in an 'I'm going to hurt you' type of way. Honestly, Hana never payed much attention to Quentin and when she did, it wasn't much at all. One time, she did try and sketch a picture of him, except he couldn't sit still. Liam Simer (Full Brother) - Liam is seventeen years younger than Quentin and was born in July of last year. Quentin hasn't spent much time with his brother and doesn't really know him all that way. All Quentin knows is that his brother is a full son of Apollo. Years in Camp: Quentin's an on and off camper, so he's been here every summer since the age of thirteen. Which is four summers. So, four years, technically. Brief History: Quentin has a fairly normal history. He was born and raised in a semi-small town outside of Chicago in a surburbia type of neighborhood. He lived in a large house with a mother and a step-father and his four sisters. No big deal, right? Well, except for his four sisters. His sisters were all older than him and caused hell for Quentin. The way his sisters had been born had made each of them a year apart. His sisters were all popular in their school, too. Each in completely different cliques, however. By the time Quentin was in high school his oldest sister had graduated sadly, leaving his other family to run the school. Quentin grew up in his huge house with all of his sisters. They all went to the same school together, each a grade apart. It was sometimes hard having a sibling in each grade. But, it was usually pretty nice considering he knew most of his teachers already. When Quentin was born, his mother stepfather had just been married for a few weeks and his mother tried to play it off that he belonged to Charlie, his step-father. And it worked, too. For the first years of his life, he doesn't remember much. Quentin can look at pictures and decide for himself, though, that the house he was raised in was absolutely nuts. The Simer schedule was completely packed and the family literally never had time for anything else. From the time he was just a baby, Quentin was dressed, stuffed into a carriage and shipped off to a bunch of activities. By the time Quentin was three, he'd been enrolled in swimming for a while. Of course, he'd hated it instantly. Especially because it was inside where he wasn't in the sun. So, his mother took him out of swimming. For most of his early years, Quentin hated all the moving around and the activities. And that was just in his younger years. When Quentin was five, he was enrolled in music lessons. Something he's always loved. When he first went to his private lesson, his teacher asked him to pick his favorite instrument out of all of them. At first, Quentin went to the tuba. He then tried to pick it up and gave up. So, his second choice was the snare drum. As soon as he picked up that drumstick, he was done. He was set for life. From the moment he got his first music, it was non stop practicing. The five year old vowed to learn everything he could about the snare drum. In his first week, he practically mastered it. By the time he was seven, he was almost as good as his teacher. When Quentin was seven, a family tragedy happened. His favorite Uncle had just died of a heart attack and so Quentin was asked to play taps on a trumpet. He'd never played a trumpet before. So, it took him two days, but he figured it out and played it perfectly. His sisters had always been jealous of his musical abilities and he knew it. Well, of course he knew it. They told him that they wanted his talents. So when Quentin was finally old enough, he was enrolled in school. Despite having sisters all in the grades above him, Quentin still struggled in school despite being popular and having lots of friends. The way he struggled in school was academically. Even in kindergarten. When Quentin got into middle school, he started having problems with monsters. At first, they were just small problems. But, then as he got into seventh grade, he'd be having problems in the summertime. In the summertime, because Quentin didn't do much except sit at home and play the drums, he'd be pretty safe in his own house, but when he went out with friends, he'd be stalked or attacked. In the beginning of the summer of his eighth grade year, Quentin found out about his heritage. Darcy was the one to finally break and tell him that she cheated on his step-father and that he didn't actually belong to Charlie. Surprisingly, Quentin took it very well and agreed to go to camp for the summers. Because his freshman year was coming up and Quentin wanted to join the marching band's drumline, he refused to go during the school year. So, Quentin went to camp that summer and every summer until now. So during the years, Quentin often has a rough school year filled with attacks, but he's on the drumline and he can't quit. This current year is his senior year and Quentin is section leader. Throughout his entire high school career, he's been on snare the entire time. In freshman year, he was the only freshman to be on snare. Freshman year was also the year that he fell in love for the first time. It was also the year that he tried new things, but didn't care for them. Sophomore year was probably Quentin's hardest year. Junior year wasn't too bad, though. Overall, Quentin's had a pretty successful life, what with band and girls and school. Physical Appearance: Quentin stands at about five foot ten inches being on the average of the height spectrum. Quentin's body build is that of a normal, healthy eighteen year old guy. He works out a little bit, enjoying sports like football and soccer, but nothing too extreme. Quentin's not obsessed with his body, but he does like to be in semi-good shape. He doesn't exactly have broad shoulders and an extremely masculine build but, he has nice biceps and a toned chest. Quentin's arms are average and not that long with hands just the right size and long, thin fingers perfect for playing the piano. Quentin has a very nice face. Shape-wise. Though his jawline's not all that prominent like most guys have, his face is still masculine-oriented. Most of the features on Quentin's face are slightly soft but still have a sculpted look to them. While Quentin has a slight bit of hair above his lip, he usually appears clean shaven, trying to look semi-nice. He doesn't like stubble. He has soft, pink lips that always look as though they're wet since he has a habit of constantly licking them. In the middle of Quentin's face is his nose. His is very average not really having any signature bumps or being rounded at the tip, it's just a normal nose. Though at the end, it appears to be slightly squared. On the left side of his nostril is a small mole that doesn't particularly stand out unless you look at him. From a glance, it's not that noticed. Just next to his nose, are his eyes. Quentin's got very simple, average eyes yet very pretty and easy to look at. His eye color is a very light brown, almost looking like light colored, melted chocolate. They're a very light color and in some cases, they occasionally look red because of their lightness. Quentin's left eye is slightly bigger than the right, though. The eye socket just appears bigger is all. Framing his eyes are a pair of thick, soft brown lashes. His lashes aren't as noticeable as they would be if they were a color such as black, but he doesn't mind them. Above Quentin's eyes are his eyebrows and his forehead. His eyebrows are relatively thick and a bit bushy but they go with his eyes quite nicely. Quentin has a small scar on his forehead from when he slipped and hit his head as a young child. The scratch never properly healed because Quentin kept picking at it. Quentin's hair is a light brown color with hints of red and highlights of blonde thrown in it throughout his head. The ends of his hair have the slightly tendency to cowlick upwards giving his hair a slight choppy look. Nonetheless, it lies flat on his head most of the time. He doesn't spend much time with it, though. Quentin's style is very simple. He prefers to wear shorts and t-shirts, but other times he'll wear hi-top basketball shoes and tall black socks up to his mid-calf. He thinks he looks like a baller most of the time with his skater-like style. Personality: Right off the bat Quentin could be described as sweet and kind. He's always been that one nice guy that everyone's friends with. No matter who you are, Quentin will be nice to you. He's never been mean to anyone, intentionally anyways. There were a few instances when he lost his cool and hurt a few feelings, but he quickly apologized and the harsh/tense moment was resolved. He's always been very kind to people, believing strongly in karma. Along with kindness and sweetness, he's also very honest. Quentin hates lying and liars. Although, if you were to ask him to lie, Quentin couldn't do it. He just can't lie. He's absolutely horrible at it. It may be due to his heritage, though. His father is the god of truth. You wouldn't expect this but, Quentin's a romantic. He loves cheesy movies about love, curling up and watching them with a girl, cuddling, sweet-talk and Valentine's day. His friends would always tease him about this but, hey, he's the one who gets all the girls. Quentin's always been a ladies' man, actually, finding girls to flirt with and be around all the time. Despite the flirting, he's only had one real girlfriend in the past and it didn't go for very long. Quentin's always the friend or he's always being friendzoned. Being the guy friend had never really bothered him until he was in his junior year, though. Along with his romantics, Quentin's a very loving guy. He openly expresses his emotions and he's been told that he's like an open book. Quentin does what you could call, 'wearing his heart on his sleeve' which means he openly shows his emotions a lot. He's very easy to talk to because of this and often finds himself being sucked into listening to people talk. Because of his easygoingness and the way he carries himself, Quentin's known as Daddy Snare. He's looked at as the dad of the Snares. Because he's the only senior on snare, he seems to take care of the younger players and he's often cleaning up their messes. The other players sometimes push him around, though, but it is his own fault. Quentin's a bit of a pushover. The initial effect that Quentin leaves on people--along with his kindness--is his ability to make people laugh. Quentin is a true people's person. He enjoys making people smile and laugh and he's genuinely a bit of a silly clown. The difference between Quentin and others is that he knows when it's an appropriate time to make people versus not. He learned that lesson the hard way one during rehearsal. He didn't know his teacher was serious and Quentin made a joke about something and ultimately ended up thrown out of his classroom. While he's kind and sweet, Quentin has a few negative traits. He's extremely protective over his sisters and girls in general. It may seem as though he's caring at first, but then it just becomes annoying. He'll be like that until you tell him to knock it off and then he'll stop. However, the reason his relationship ended with that girl was because Quentin became a bit possessive, always thinking she was out cheating on him and doing stuff with other guys. He got to the point where he was looking through her phone, too. Of course, it may have just been the girl he was dating, but they broke up not long after she found out he went through her phone. Yeah, she was cheating on him, but she was a popular cheerleader and he was paranoid. Quentin has vowed to never become like that again. While he's protective and somewhat possessive, Quentin's extremely loyal to his friends. He's always there for them and doesn't like to let people down. He loves to please people and almost goes out of his way to make sure other people are happy. Quentin puts other people before himself that's for sure. He's a giver, too. However, loyalty is one of his fatal flaws. He's so loyal that he'd do anything for his friends and family. Speaking of family, Quentin believes very strongly in family loyalty. A weird trait of Quentin is that he forgives too easily and lets things go too easily. He also trusts a bit too easily. You'd think he'd learn, too. Fatal Flaw: Quentin's fatal flaw would most likely be his ability to forgive much too easily. If that wouldn't be it, it'd either be his loyalty or the way he gives and gives to other people. Pets: Quentin doesn't have any pets. He wishes that he'd be able to have a bird, but he can't get one. Talents: Music is How The Soul Speaks: Quentin is a son of Apollo and therefore, he's naturally good when it comes to music and playing instruments. So far, he can play almost every percussion instrument, the trumpet, guitar, and the trombone. He prefers percussion to everything else, though. Along with playing, Quentin's a pretty decent singer, actually. He can hit notes and hold a tune very well, he just has no interest in singing. Healing: Again, another Apollo talent of Quentin's is healing. He's naturally very good with medicine and plans on being an neurologist when he's older. He has a natural talent for chemistry, too. Weapons: Quentin has a slender, oak bow with nothing particularly eye catching about it. He has a small arrow holder that has his name written on it in script but that's about it. Year-Round or Summer: Summer. Other: Nothing.
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cameron Age/Birthday: Cameron's birthday is July 9th, 1994, making him eighteen years of age and nearly ready to leave camp. Gender: He is a male. Celestia Parent: Zeus; the king of the gods, the ruler of Mount Olympus and the celestia of the sky, weather, thunder, lightning, law, order, and fate. Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Jennifer Formick; Biological Mother: Ah... Jennifer Formick, the beautiful, charismatic, powerful Wall Street executive. She wasn't always beautiful.. nor was she always powerful and a big shot, either. Jennifer grew up in a little town just south of Atlanta. She was raised in a strict, Southern Baptist family with a horrid, mean father. Her father was horrible and abused her physically and mentally. Once she was sixteen, she left that town in the dust and never looked back. Jennifer enrolled in school once in New York and quickly climbed the social and finicial ladder, not-so-easily landing a spot in Wall Street. It took a lot of schooling and she had to save every penny, too. Not to mention, she worked three jobs. When Jennifer turned twenty-five, she met Zeus as a German CEO on a vacation in Mexico. They hit it off but instead of having a relationship, they chose drunk sex. Jennifer never looked back on her vacation and didn't regret a single thing. She was one of those ponies who didn't regret the things that she did. She strongly believed in the philosophy that, her mistakes and decisions made her who she was that day. When Jennifer arrived in New York after her vacation, nothing changed for her. At least not until a month later. When she found out she was pregnant a month later, everything changed. She hid it as well as she could but eventually, the work-a-holic had to take maternity leave to give birth to a healthy son. Years in Camp: He's been in camp since he was twelve, so six years. Brief History: Despite growing up without a mother, Cameron Cameron Formick was born in the Upper East side of Manehattan in an upscale apartment. For only a month after Cameron was born did his mother stick around that much. She wasn't around at all during his childhood and all he had were the nannies that came in everyday to cook for him and ultimately raise him. Cameron wasn't very aware of his mother growing up since she was a work-a-holic and never home. She was also never home to notice when a nanny was misbehaving towards Cameron. The only reason she found out was when her assistants would check up on her son to find him usually in a wrecked apartment with no supervision playing with something dangerous. As Cameron grew into a foal, he began to get more and more attention from monsters. Instead of smaller monsters, the bigger ones starting attacking. Jennifer grew tired of all of this and began to regret her decision to keep her son. At merely the age of nine, Cameron was attacked by a Fury. Cameron's mother didn't know anything about monsters and what they were and who they wanted so when her son finally fessed up and told her about the attacks, she assumed he was crazy and sent him to a mental hospital. At just the age of ten years old, Cameron was stuck inside a mental hospital called Laurelwood, for two years. During his first month there, Cameron was alright and he was fine and completely calm. It was as if he hadn't even registered the fact that during most times of the day he was stuck in a room all alone. After a few months though, Cameron indeed began to go a little crazy. He began to become tired of the loneliness and the lack of ponies to talk to and the things to do. The loneliness was beginning to drive him just a bit crazy and Cameron began to think, 'Maybe I am crazy?' or 'Is that why my mother sent me here?' and 'No one loves me anymore.' Thoughts like this began to haunt Cameron's young mind. After six months at Laurelwood, Cameron went home. And when Cameron went home, a change overtook his mind. He began to indulge in a bit of rebellion towards his mother and the staff that worked under her. He began to question almost everything that happened to him. Young Cameron would go to school and talk about the monster attacks and the hospital and the other kids there would think he was absolutely insane and they teased him and bullied him for it. Cameron began to withdraw from his activities at school, too. Even though he was frequently seeing monsters at school now, too, his mother refused to take him out of that school. Cameron began to talk to his teachers, telling them about the horrible creatures he saw in place of the staff at school. And his teachers all agreed on one thing. Laurelwood. For the next ten months, Cameron lived in Laurelwood, going crazy from his thoughts and thinking about how bad death might be. Through Laurelwood, ultimately, Cameron became depressed and insane and suicidal... just at the young age of eleven. There were no attacks on Cameron after the first six months but then they began to come consistently. Cameron would beg any godly figure for his life to end every single night at that hospital. Every night was the same, though. Nothing changed. Finally after his eighth month at Laurelwood, a satyr came for Cameron. The satyr, whose name was unknown, pretended to be a doctor and broke open the window for Cameron to jump out of. Although Cameron was two stories above the ground, the satyr promised he would be fine. So Cameron jumped, thinking that the satyr would be wrong. However, he wasn't. Cameron was carried down gently by the wind's currents to the ground, where his hooves touched the grass lightly. Once word got out that Cameron was gone from the hospital, Laurelwood tightened its security and tried to catch Cameron, but he was long gone, just wandering around New York. Eventually the satyr broke free from Laurelwood's questioning staff and found Cameron, leading him directly to Camp while trying to explain the story of the gods on the way to Camp. For the first year of Cameron's residency at camp, he was slightly in disbelief of the whole thing. It took a while to stop cutting, too. Once he started believing and stopped cutting his wrists, everything sort of fell into place for Cameron. Physical Appearance: Cameron stands at about five hoof ten inches being on the average of the height spectrum. Cameron's body build is that of a normal, healthy eighteen year old stallion. He works out a little bit, enjoying sports like football and soccer, but nothing too extreme. Cameron's not obsessed with his body, but he does like to be in semi-good shape. He doesn't exactly have broad shoulders and an extremely masculine build but, he has nice biceps and a toned chest. Cameron's arms are average and not that long with hooves just the right size and long, thin fingers perfect for playing the piano. Although, up his wrists are scars from when he'd cut weekly. Cameron has a very nice face. Shape-wise. Though his jawline's not all that prominent like most stallions have, his face is still masculine-oriented. Most of the features on Cameron's face are slightly soft but still have a sculpted look to them. While Cameron has a slight bit of hair above his lip, he usually appears clean shaven, trying to look semi-nice. He doesn't like stubble. He has soft, pink lips that always look as though they're wet since he has a habit of constantly licking them. In the middle of Cameron's face is his nose. His is very average not really having any signature bumps or being rounded at the tip, it's just a normal nose. Though at the end, it appears to be slightly squared. On the left side of his nostril is a small mole that doesn't particularly stand out unless you look at him. From a glance, it's not that noticed. Just next to his nose, are his eyes. Cameron's got very simple, average eyes yet very pretty and easy to look at. Most of the time anyways.. when they're not filled with pain and longing. His eye color is a very light brown, almost looking like light colored, melted chocolate. They're a very light color and in some cases, they occasionally look red because of their lightness. Cameron's left eye is slightly bigger than the right, though. The eye socket just appears bigger is all. Framing his eyes are a pair of thick, soft brown lashes. His lashes aren't as noticeable as they would be if they were a color such as black, but he doesn't mind them. Above Cameron's eyes are his eyebrows and his forehead. His eyebrows are relatively thick and a bit bushy but they go with his eyes quite nicely. Cameron has a small scar on his forehead from when he slipped and hit his head as a young foal. The scratch never properly healed because Cameron kept picking at it. Cameron's hair is a light brown color with hints of red and highlights of blonde thrown in it throughout his head. The ends of his hair have the slightly tendency to cowlick upwards giving his hair a slight choppy look. Nonetheless, it lies flat on his head most of the time. He doesn't spend much time with it, though. Cameron's style is very simple. He prefers to wear shorts and t-shirts, but other times he'll wear hi-top basketball shoes and tall black socks up to his mid-calf. He thinks he looks like a baller most of the time with his skater-like style. Personality: Cameron's slightly paranoid and kind of distant. He doesn't like to talk to a lot of the ponies at camp, though he is looked up to and kind of respected as one of the elder Zeus kids. Cameron's got an air of power around him although he refuses to acknowledge this. Though he's not modest, he just doesn't like power. The idea of having total control freaks him out, which is strange for a son of Zeus. The reason that Cameron is slightly paranoid is because of how many times he'd been attacked as a foal and he still doesn't believe that he's safe in camp. Well, not completely safe. Cameron doubts almost everything he's told and he's still a bit rebellious. The way he acts is rebellious. Cameron acts more than he speaks. He's got that strong silent type going on, which most fillies seem to find perfectly suiting for him. While he's quiet around most, Cameron will open up to certain ponies and make them laugh and make them fall in love with him. He's very easy to fall in love with. You see the whole 'tortured but brilliant' outlook and you feel pity for him and then you start to fall in love with him. Cameron's only ever been in love twice, but he's had his heart broken each time. Which also leads to more paranoia. Yes, he's brilliant. Cameron's very smart for a demigod. He always got outstanding marks on his report cards, even though his mother never paid much attention. He excelled in strange things like math and science. Strange for a demigod not for a regular student. Unlike most, he was never diagnosed with dyslexia, just ADD. Cameron always loved to read, having a passion for writing, too. School was the one thing that Cameron enjoyed despite the kids there who were horrible to him. He liked learning new things and paying attention to what happened. Cameron's a bit obsessed with finding out what's going on in the world. He's got a twitter, a facebook, and everything else. He loves to know what's going on in the world and if that means spying and creeping then by all means, he'll do it. Cameron does not like to be told what to do and he despises authority. It's a regular teenage attitude, he's been told. But, no. He'll always be like that. He just hates it when ponies tell him what to do. Everypony's been telling him how to live his life all his life and he's sick of it. So he's taking matters into his own hooves from now on. As you can tell, Cameron's extremely independent and doesn't like to rely on others for help. He's extremely devoted to doing things himself and he'll stubbornly try to do them all by himself. He refuses help and when he says he doesn't want help, usually he does need it. He's extremely stubborn and hard-headed. Cameron's distant. He prefers to take long walks to clear his head from ponies and he can be cold when he wants to. Deep down, Cameron's just looking for somepony to love. (omfg cheesy) While he has plenty of friends, he doesn't have a best friend or even a close friend that he can really talk to. He distances himself very often and regrets it most of the time. Though, when he finally lets you into his world, Cameron's just a sweet, humorous colt with a troubled past. Fatal Flaw: You would think that because he's a son of Zeus, Cameron's fatal flaw would be his pride. And it is. His fatal flaw is his pride. That's not the only flaw he has though. His second fatal flaw is holding grudges. This flaw is more relevant towards his past while the first is relevant towards his heritage. Pets: Cameron has an Australian Shepherd puppy that he received when traveling out into the city. He found her while he was on his way to Starbucks one day and she was just sitting in a box in an alley. Cameron heard small yips coming from an alley and he ventured down into it, with his sword drawn thinking it might've been a monster or something of that caliber. When he looked into the box and saw the puppy, his heart went soft and he picked her up, instantly falling in love with her. Cameron named the little dog, Lucky. He likes cheesy names, yep. Talents: Lightning Manipulation: This isn't his best talent and it often takes him a while to take the static out of the air and manipulate it. It takes quite a bit out of him when he does this trick. He also doesn't practice it enough. Atmospheric Difference: When around Cameron, ponies get the feeling that the heavens are about to open up and storm. While this is almost like an aura, it's also more of a curse than a talent. It usually makes ponies feel a bit jumpy and anxious, like there's a storm in the air. Atmospheric Control: While only a few foals of Zeus can do this, it appears to be Cameron's speciality and favorite talent. Cameron can levitate off of the ground and into the air and hold himself up for a few hours. It's the talent that's he's always and most frequently practiced with. When he was twelve and escaping the hospital, the currents of the sky carried him lightly to the ground. Cameron often jumps off of high buildings just to practice it, too. Of course, his siblings think he's crazy for doing this, too. Thunder Control: Cameron has a nice, smooth control over thunder, like most foals of Zeus and he doesn't even have to control it sometimes. It just goes with his mood. Usually anger is when it appears. Weapons: Cameron has a slightly plain CB sword. While the blade's plain, the hilt is not. The hilt is decorated in sapphires and silver. His name is carved into the hilt as well, in script Greek. Sapphires are his favorite gems so he figured he'd 'pimp his weapon'. Cameron also has a large, bronze shield with vivid pictures of lightning bolts and other various storms all over it. It was a gift from one of his friends on his sixteenth birthday. Some kids got a car while Cameron got a shield. Year-Round or Summer: Year-rounder. Other: Cameron has a weird fear of Enetophobia, or phobia of pins in other words. It's just not something he thinks it natural or good. He hates pins and goes out of his way to avoid them in office spaces. Also, Cameron's color is deepskyblue. Also also, his word count is 2,762.
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benjamin Name: Benjamin Clark Strong Age/Birthday: 18, 1st of April, 1994 Gender: Male. God Parent: Nyx, primordial goddess of the night. Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: Clark Strong; Biological Father: The only family that Ben ever had. He wouldn't even call Clark his family, though. Clark barely visited Ben and when he did, the meeting was through a glass wall in a prison somewhere. Ben didn't know his father that well... or really liked him that much. When Clark was out of prison he physically abused his son and when he was in jail, Ben stayed with the foster agency, bouncing from family to family. Clark was always in and out of jail for various reasons. Usually it was related to gang activity and drug activity and then child abuse. And finally when Ben was twelve, Clark was arrested for 1st degree murder. After Clark was given the death penalty, Ben decided to stay at camp full time and that's exactly what he did. Years in Camp: Ben's been in camp since he was nine, so roughly seven years it's been. Brief History: The way that Clark and Ben's mother--Nyx--met was somewhat normal. Clark met Nyx at a bar and Clark being extremely pushy and obnoxious, forced her to come home with him. What happened that night would've been considered rape if Nyx weren't a goddess and out of the goodness of her heart, she only cursed Clark for the rest of eternity. That curse made Clark have bad luck until he died, basically. Which is exactly what happened. Anyways, after that one night stand with that beautiful woman, Clark went to work for the next few weeks and talked about that woman until all the men didn't believe him until she showed up carrying a baby nine months later. Nyx handed the baby off to Clark and expected him to care for him right away. The baby's name was Benjamin. Ben was a beautiful child, with dark eyes and lovely round features, but Clark was instantly disgusted with the child and initially ignored the infant. However, babies need attention. So when Ben was practically dying of hunger and no longer crying, the cops picked a wonderful day to bust Clark for drugs. They found the baby and immediately called for an ambulance and a child investigator and many other authorities. Eventually Ben was hooked up with his first set of foster parents after a year of being passed around through the hospital and being taken care of by an orphanage. His first set of foster parents were two African american women already taking care of nine other children and Ben barely got any attention. So when Ben accidently disappeared into the shadows and reappeared in the backyard, the women gave him up. So came the second set of foster parents. The Asian parents. These were the parents that Ben actually learned something from. By the time he was three years old, Ben had had Asian parents and he had had piano lessons already and they were trying to adopt the small child and convert him into Asian-ism. However, Ben did another weird demigod thing when he was dragged to another piano lesson at the age of four. His foster parents were holding his hands when they walked into the studio, but there was a certain way the light bent as they walked in and Ben literally disappeared into the shadows. They couldn't find him for three hours and when they did find him, they gave him back to the adoption agency. For the next six years, Ben went through seven more foster families, each different than the last. After the Asians came the Italians, then the Muslims, then the farmers, then ghetto people, then the normal white suburbia family, then the straight up weird family, and then another asian family. Ben bounced through so many families that it became hard to keep track of all of the people and during his last asian family, the names began to blend together and run together like crayons melting in the sun. Calling her step-father by a girl's name was the last straw. When Ben turned nine years old, he was given back to the adoption agency where he just stayed there until he began to have problems at school and problems with the other kids there. The adoption agency was close to just straight up sending him the federal detention center for kids, when Ben straight up just left. The child was only nine years old when he left on his own. Ben only took a backpack with two waters and about five dollars and his blanket and teddy bear. Like most kids on the streets in New York City, Ben had to learn how to survive on his own, as he was on his own for a while--about two months, to be exact. Nine year old Ben started to hang out with rough crowds of kids, sleeping in boxes at night and hiding in allies during the day. He learned pick-pocketing and how to steal without getting caught. He learned a lot of valuable things. He also learned about murder and prostitution and a lot of other stuff that kids his age shouldn't have been learning about. He even saw a man get straight up murdered on the streets--a sight a kid should never have to see. However, watching that tragedy unfold, created one for Ben himself. The murdered came after Ben, too, and beat the child into a bloody pulp and left him to just die in the alley. Because of Ben's demigod blood, and the luck of the Irish, a satyr was able to locate him in the alley and bring him to camp before he died of blood loss. While at camp and over his years at camp, Ben, struggled to find himself as a person. From the age of nine through thirteen, he was unclaimed at camp, hanging around the Hermes cabin until they all assumed he was their brother with his childlike, happy-go lucky attitude and willingness to follow a leader. However, as soon as he turned thirteen, Ben was claimed by Nyx and he was forced into his new cabin with strange new siblings he'd never met before. His family wasn't the only thing that changed when he turned thirteen, either. It was like his entire perspective on the world changed. He began to see things with a negative outlook and he began to question his existance on the earth and he slowly but surely became suicidal and depressed. It wasn't his fault that he had daddy problems. He'd constantly think about why his father didn't want him and he'd began to develop the idea that he was a simple waste of space. From the age of thirteen to sixteen, Ben was depressed and suicidal most of the time. There was an extreme low point where he even attempted suicide, but was stopped by an old Hermes camper friend who talked him out of it and helped put him on the right track and from the ages sixteen to eighteen, Ben's been much healthier. Much, much healthier. Maybe he still doesn't have the best relationship with his father. So what? At least he's alive. Physical Appearance: Ben's a big kid. He's not huge, but he's still pretty big. The demigod has the build of a football player with strong, broad shoulders and nice, toned muscles. To be fair, Ben spends a fair amount of time working out, though. He stands at about six foot three inches and generally stands above at least half of the other kids in the room. Personality: -guarded, cold, distant, shy, blames himself for everything, lacks self-confidence, worries, Ben's a very sweet, kind boy but he has problems showing it his friends and family. He can't Fatal Flaw: Ben's biggest problem is his hesitation. He always hesitates to make the kill shot or the killing strike which throws him off. If he can't make the final kill shot, who will? It could kill him, instead. Pets: Ben is very close with his horse, Archie. Archie's a purebred Arabian horse with a gray coat. Talents: Shadow Traveling: This is the talent that Ben's always been particularly good at. Not to mention the fact that this has always been the one thing that constantly got him into trouble and constantly got him yelled at. He just has a natural talent for traveling through the shadows. He's never really tested how far and long he can travel, but he just knows that he can hop through states, as long as they're next to each other. Shadow Manipulation: Weapons: Ben has a celestial bronze sword with a steel hilt and grip. The hilt's decorated in fancy pearls and diamonds. The name he calls the sword is Nighthawk. Kind of cheesy, but it was a bit of an inside joke with his old instructor. Year-Round or Summer: Year-rounder.
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Nick Emsky Name: Nickolas Misha Emsky Age/Birthday: Nick is 17, and born on December 24th. Gender: Male. God Parent: Thaumus, god of the wonders of the sea. Claimed: Yes. Mortal Family: From his earliest memory, Nick can barely summon an image of his mother. It's extremely hazy because he doesn't know a single thing about his mother other than the soft scent of Chanel No. 5 wreathing around him. (Not much is known about his biological mother anyways) Years in Camp: Nick's been at camp since he was about sixteen. So about a year now. Brief History: Despite what was previously stated, Nick has an excellent memory and can remember exactly what happened to him as a child. He doesn't have that normal orphan's childhood of being shuffled back and forth between random foster homes, no, when Nick was four, he somehow ended up in human trafficking. Nick was born in Russia and all of his memory before that was wiped clean. Somehow, anyways. Because of Nick's small age, the demigod ended up in a forced labor type of human trafficking, his small body being packed amongst many other small children and sent to Asia for sweatshops, making cheap, American clothing. Within four years, Nick managed to completely grow up. He learned how to care for himself, feed himself, clothe himself, and make his own money. When he wasn't working in the sweatshop, or sleeping, Nick would be out on the streets singing or banging out a catchy pattern on some boxes. Despite Nick's heritage, he seemed as though he were a son of Apollo. However, if he were a son of Apollo, his father would've sent for him by then. When he was about six, Nick had a run in with a monster in one of the sweatshops. It was a chimera and it ended up burning the place to the ground. Nick was nearly killed by his captors, but instead was sent away to smuggle some drugs into Mexico. Mostly drugs like mushrooms and some other forms of hallucinogens. When Nick reached Mexico a few weeks later at the end of seven now with the drugs, his captors sold him to the drug agency to have drugs smuggled across the border in America. For a while it worked. It worked up until Nick's appearance started to change during puberty. And that was when Nick was sold into the sex trade. At the age of ten, the young demigod became a male prostitute. A few times, he was even tried to be married into having children with another young slave. After two years of that, the poor boy was back into the drug business, smugging drugs over the border again. A few weeks into it, the child was caught by the American authorities and handed over to the FBI. The FBI found an adoption agency and got everything all set up for the poor child. However, a nice man named David Payne decided to adopt the boy and help him out. From the age of eleven, David decided to raise Nick like an american child. It took a little while for Nick to warm up to the FBI agent, but he did and soon would allow for small conversations to take place. David actually managed to talk Nick into school, too. In the fall of that year, Nick was enrolled in school. In the public school, Nick easily made friends, the other kids finding his accent to be very cool. Nick always told kids he was from Russia and they seemed to find it very interesting. David was very surprised to learn that his son was popular in school, expecting him to be an outcast. By the time Nick was in high school, he was what you would call popular. Of course, when Nick discovered band, it made him twice as popular. The current school system the boy was in had a lovely band and a very well known drumline. So, naturally, Nick tried out for the drumline in his freshman year, getting snare. Nick's seeming natural ability to read music made him one of the best drummers on the drumline. Nick's lazy attitude gave him a bad rep with the band director, though. In fact, one day, the band director made a comment about his attitude. All Nick could hear was that it was something along the lines of, "...as a Russian, I'd expect more." from that day, Nick's hated teachers. When Nick turned sixteen at the midpoint of his junior year, a satyr came and visited him and told him all about his family and camp. Nick wasn't surprised at all, honestly.The satyr talked to David, and David was the one to be in shock and denial. Eventually, Nick and David loaded up the SUV and took a drive up to New York where Nick easily found camp. He's been here ever since. Personality: Nick has swagger and walks around like he owns the place. He's extremely confident in the things he does and appears to just generally not care about what people think of him. That's the exact opposite of how he really feels. Everything on the outside is pretend and fake, but what's on the inside is a scared, little boy who doesn't really trust anyone or even know what's going on. While Nick's secretly not confident of himself, he tends to project confidence just with the way he appears. He finds that if you walk with perfect posture and slightly slower step size, you'll appear more confident. Nick can be a bit mean when he wants to, but it's really only a form of self-defense. He doesn't know how else to really handle his feelings or emotions and the only way he knows how to stand up for himself is through being a jerk. With the occasional meanness, comes the sarcasm and bluntness. Nick can be blunt when he wants to, but he generally avoids being blunt. He'll often dance around the subject, touching at the edges but he never actually hits the main point until someone tells him to. Nick will sometimes stumble around with his words. He pretends he doesn't care, leading him to an uncaring, apathetic attitude towards mostly everyone. He always says he doesn't care. His instructors and friends care about him, though and they often encourage him to try and do better. Truth is, Nick's a little bit depressed. He sometimes can't find the energy to work harder at what he cares about. Sometimes he can, it really just depends on how he's feeling on that particular day. Nick's extremely talented, he's just a little bit lazy. He doesn't like to work hard at much, but he shows extreme potential--especially in drumming. If Nick wants to prove something to someone, he can do it. He just needs that extra push of competition. As much as it's a huge turn off to girls, Nick swears very frequently, often linking up random curses--in both english and greek--and just letting loose. He's been told that he has a very bad mouth but he doesn't particularly care. Nick enjoys seeing people laugh at some of things he says and in a way, he enjoys making people laugh. Unless they're laughing at him in a negative way. Though it might not be shown, Nick is definitely carrying around quite a bit of baggage from his past. He doesn't openly show his depression, but sometimes instead of being with his friends or laughing with his cabin mates, he's looking away wistfully and sadly gazing off into the distance. Nick knows that he's messed up, he just doesn't know how to deal with it. Physical Appearance: Nick stands at a height of six foot exactly. Nick enjoys running and exercising; he was on his high school's baseball team, so he's in very good shape. Nick has a broad, strong, and muscular frame. He's built like a football player. Nick has long arms that are longer than they should be, but only by a few centimeters. His shoulders are broad, like a sports player's should be and his hooves are large. He's heard them described as catcher's mitts. His hooves, though, are disproportionate to the rest of his body. They're much smaller, to the point where he wears size 10 shoes. He's been told by a hoof doctor that he should be wearing size sixteen shoes or so. Nick likes his small hooves, though. They're quick and fast and instead of lumbering around like his friends, he's much more agile. Nick's jawline isn't as prominent as it could be but, his chin is small and a tad pointed. Though it rounds off nicely. Unlike most of the male celebrities in society, Nick prefers to appear clean-shaven. He can't stand being stubbly. It drives him crazy to have to reach to scratch his chin and then have his hand scratched, instead. Nick has a great smile. His teeth are straight and he's never had a cavity before. Nick is a little bit obsessive about his teeth, though. Having braces put on when he was in 6th grade and then having them off in the beginning of his Freshman year made him obsessive. He uses teeth whiteners, too. While his nose is a little bigger than he would like, on each side of it are his eyes. Nick has deep brown eyes the color of melted chocolate. Around his pupils are light flecks of gold, almost a honey color. They're deep and hold sense of amusement at almost all times. Those deep, brown eyes are framed by a set of dark, black, thick eyelashes. His eyelashes are long and feminine and he often gets grief about how everypony wishes their eyelashes were like his. His eyes are very easy to look at. Nick's hair is a very dark brown in color. It is not black, but a dark brown. He doesn't have it cropped, but it's generally on the shorter side. He often uses the Axe styling stuff in his hair to keep it in place, but so that it's also soft and silky to the touch. Even without the Axe, Nick's hair is naturally soft. But, without the Axe to keep his hair in place, it just falls flat and looks dumb. His bangs are the worst culprits of the falling flat problem. If he doesn't wear any product in his hair, his bangs lie flat and look dumb, but when he's got product in, his bangs look like they have a natural cowlick to them, even though they don't. Nick figures if he wears it nicely, it may one day cooperate with him. When the sun hits his hair, it tends to look much more brown. When it comes to style, Nick likes to dress simple. He dresses like a normal teenage boy and prefers it to stay that way. You can spot Nick in a zip-up hoodie, white t-shirt, jeans, and Vans. Although, he usually wears blues, teals, and blacks as his main choice of color. Teal is his favorite color. Despite his style choices, Nick loves to dress up and wear tuxes and spend time on his appearance. He does pride himself in that. You could say that Nick has a lot of tattoos. Well, in reality he only has seven. On the back of his left shoulder, Nick has an anchor. On his left forearm, he has a strange tattoo. It's actually a small picture of Curious George that he has a certain emotional attachment to. When he was young, one of his 'guardians' used to let him watch Curious George an hour before school in the mornings and that would have been it. It was almost the only child time he got all day. On his right hand, on his middle finger, Nick has a small cross tattooed for no particular reason. Underneath his right bicep, Nick has a smiley face tattooed there from when he was getting a drunk tat. Due to his Russian heritage, Nick has a star tattooed on his left palm. On the back of Nick's neck, he has a triplet note due to his love of music. Finally, his oldest tattoo is his mother's name over his heart. 'Anastasiya' is what it reads. Nothing else. People often ask him who Anastasiya was and Nick just smiles and says, "My mother, dumb ass." Fatal Flaw: Nick cares too much of what other people think of him and in the end, that'll be his downfall, causing his death. Although he seems like he doesn't care, he actually cares way too much. To realize his fatal flaw, you'd have to be fairly close to him. Talents: Where It's At: Like most children of the sea gods, Nick can navigate his way around a boat and knows how to read compasses and graphs that have to do with sailing and such. Metal Detector: Like the children of Hades, Nick can feel where a treasure is located under water and can tell you the exact coordinates of where it's at. Makin' Waves: Nick has a bit of control over water, but isn't particularly good at controlling it. He can make a few waves and make water in a cup spill over, but that's about it when it comes to that. Just Breathe: He has the ability to breathe underwater, like a fish. Keep Cool: Nick doesn't sweat. It's more of a mental thing where if he tells himself, "I don't get hot and I don't sweat," he won't sweat. It's not completely a mental thing, though. Nick's a son of a sea god, which means his body temperature is a few points lower than most demigods and he's able to keep cool faster. He's got the ocean in his blood and just doesn't sweat that often. Sing It Loud: Although it's not a deity talent or a gift from his god parent, Nick's a very good singer having a lovely alto range. He personally enjoys singing and does it frequently, in front of people, too. Nick's never really considered his singing a talent. Up until the age of eight, he always thought that singing was something everyone could do. Weapons: Nick uses a long sword by the name of Ceto, named after the goddess of the dangers of the sea and sea monsters. The sword has a plain, celestial bronze blade with a golden handle and a few pearls decorating the hilt. He also has a large, bronze shield that has a secret compartment inside where he keeps ambrosia. Year-Round or Summer: All year, baby. Other: Nick has ornithahobia, or fear of birds. He also plays the drums very well. Particularly the snare drum. Also, Nick speaks a dialect of Chinese, a dialect of Russian, English, and French. Pets: Nick has a petite black and white cat by the name of Moo. Moo pretty much adopted Nick on the way to camp when he was sleeping in an alleyway. He just woke up and there she sat, just peering at him with bright blue eyes.
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| Iris; goddess of rainbows & divine messengerCharacter you're applying for: ---> I'm applying for Miss Iris. :D
Brief description of the character: ---> Iris has soft, lush green eyes that literally change colors. Depending on her mood they change to all the colors of the rainbow including black and white. Iris usually appears as a messy traveler with long, black hair thrown up into a bun with chopsticks sticking out. Iris stands at about five foot six inces being the average human height. Unless she's in Olympus, then she stands at about twenty feet or so. Give or take a meter. Iris has soft, feminine features with gently shaped eyebrows and generous eyelashes that frame her ever changing eyes. Her skin is a very pale color, almost albino, but not that severe. Iris is the one who links the gods and goddesses of Mt. Olympus with the ones on the Earth and in the Sea and in the Underworld. She travels all over the worlds and is often a tad crabby from her trips. Iris doesn't often get a moment to herself and being this busy with her job she doesn't really reside anywhere. Despite her travels and no a lot of rest, Iris always resides in a good mood when meeting people and gods. She's often generous and kind to everyone and she's one of the more popular goddesses. Iris cares a bit about what she looks like and often tries to look slightly nice if she's meeting people. However if she has a slower day she'll put on a pair of yoga pants and try to relax for a few moments.
Sample Roleplay: ---> Iris drummed her fingers along the window of the mortal car. It was a particularly hot, summer day and she was stuck in traffic. The smells of exhaust and the heat almost made it unbearable. She reached over to the radio and turned on a station. A particularly annoying pop song started playing. Iris cringed. This mortal music was awful. But, the car in front of her moved about three meters. Iris's eyes darted to her side mirror; there were a couple cars on the opposite side of the road. She'd have to find a different way to get into Hollywood. Iris cursed in Greek and spun the wheel hard. She gripped the headrest and craned around to see if anyone was coming and pulled the car out. Sweat dripped off her forehead as she pulled the car out of it's spot and onto the road. She stomped on the gas and wind came rushing in through the window. "Ahh..." she said resting her back against the sticky, hot seat. In a matter of two hours, she was in Hollywood and driving up Mount Lee to get to an entrance on the Underworld. Up ahead, the goddess saw an end of road sign coming up. She pulled the car up to the side of the road and parked. Iris turned the key and engine died. She stared up the mountain. The Hollywood sign was only a couple of feet away. She got out and jogged over to the sign. The entrance was normal looking and she said a few words in the Greek and the entrance was open. The goddess braced herself for the smell of death and took a deep breath and climbed inside. Charon was there at the entrance. He didn't so much as glance at Iris. Iris walked over to him and smiled, "Hey, Charon." She waved. "How are you?" "Dead." Charon replied curtly and waved his hand, signaling for Iris to get in the boat. Iris climbed in and sat down on the bench. Charon shoved off from the pier-thing. Iris was in the Underworld, now. Ready to settle some business with Hades.
Why do you deserve/want to roleplay this character? --> Well, nobody else applies for gods or goddesses so like Angel said. This is kind of a last resort type thing. Plus, I've never had a canon before and I think it'd be fun. Plus, I'm a good roleplayer and I really like Iris. She seems like fun. I'm also an admin, so I'm responsible.
canon 2: Zeus; Character you're applying for: Mr. Zeusy.Brief description of the character: Personality: Zeus is very proud and doesn’t like to admit when he’s wrong. He’s often been described as making wonderfully, dramatic exits and entrances. Sometimes he appears as a crabby, angry god. But he just likes his respect. Zeus is the ruler of the Olympian gods so he is their leader and is often addressed as father because he has sired many demigods and Olympians. At times Zeus can be very charming and suave. We know this because he has many children. Zeus is very popular among the gods and goddesses and radiates power. He has a very lightning-y personality. He’s slightly moody at times, too. Zeus doesn’t exactly remember all his children’s names either. Physical:Zeus is rather tall when he’s in Olympian form. About forty feet. But he’ll switch to a normal business-man when he’s around mortals. Zeus likes to wear suits, usually dark blue or navy in color. He likes silk, pin-striped suits as well. His eyes match storm clouds. They’re usually a rainy gray. Zeus’s face is hard, proud, and handsome. He has a well-trimmed beard of marbled black and gray, like a storm cloud. As you get closer to him, physically speaking, the air will smell like the inside of a storm cloud. Like Ozone and lightning. Sample Roleplay: The king of the gods, Zeus, sat on his simple throne of platinum. His rainy gray eyes flickered with amusement as he listened to Hephaestus talk about one of his demigod children. Although he was barely listening, he could still hear his son talk about his demigod like they were friends. Zeus was thinking about other things as well. Like the uprising of Kronos and his evil army. A while ago, Percy Jackson and his friends had come to Olympus with his master bolt telling a tale of despair about how something in Tartarus was getting stronger. At the time, he hadn’t really wanted to think about it and tried to avoid the conversation. But now it was all his daughter, Athena, could talk about it. The two would worry about it. Until the threat became very clear. Zeus now knew for sure that Kronos was alive in the body of a demigod and the gods were going to have to do something about it. That made Zeus particularly upset. He hadn’t planned on fighting his father again. Why do you deserve/want to roleplay this character?:Because I’m awesome. No, because I think as an admin I’m very good at RPing and I represent Zeus well, too. A lot of people tell me I’m like his daughter. Because I’m popular around the site with the other users and I have power and I like power. So I kind of am like Zeus in a way.
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| old characters;; my will baby<3 - Spoiler:
Will Michaels"I just kind of hit this point where I hated living my life, where I wanted to die." birthday: his birthday is in june. gender: male. years in camp: two years now. god parent: he had half-mortal parents, who had Zeus and Hermes blood in them. mortal parent: Uh...Well he has half mortal parents, Roxanne and Steven. brief history: Will was born premature from his mother at camp. The whole thing was very scandolous. His mother had cheated on her boyfriend at age 18 and had him very premature as a young boy. It just happened. She couldn't control it or herself at the time. Will was born and his first few days at camp were rough. Seeing as though his own father had hated him since the day he was born. His father never wanted a kid. Never really liked Will. Roxanne begged Steven to stay and help her raise him but he told her no and left to go play soccer in Germany. Roxanne was completely on her own. Being a daughter of Zeus her father took pity on her and changed Will from baby into a young man so Roxanne would have it easy. Seeing as how Roxanne needed to go to college and was the cabin leader. Destiny Skyys, another one of his mother's best friends, instantly fell in love with the baby Will and decided to get him a few gifts. Storm Chaser and the blankie. Naturally she was upsetted by the fact that he couldn't use the bottle or blankie, even though Will sleeps with the blankie still every night. One fateful day when Roxanne's best friend, Madeline Kinze, walked into the room, Will fell in love with her although she was technically his aunt. Over the next couple of years, William had his ups and his downs but nothing compared to what happened after Roxanne died in WIll's arms. Roxanne--his mother--was killed during a battle and it tore Will up. He didn't know it at the time, but he was messed up after that. physical appearance: "Will, you're a truck." Will has a very, tall, muscular frame for only being sixteen. He enjoys working out and does so everyday. He gets up at sunrise and runs three miles and lifts weights before the sun comes up. He stands at about six foot six inches being very tall and big. His aunts and family often call him 'Truck'. He also has several scars on his hips from where he cut himself. Will was in a very dark period not too long ago where he lost his girlfriend and his mother. Will's skin is a normal, light color. He doesn't have fair skin that belongs on a redhead. He tans very well, it's just that it's winter outside and Will hasn't exactly spent time in the sun so he's very pale. Will enjoys being tan, it's one of the few materialistic qualities about him. He likes being tan. Will has soft, ink-black hair that comes down and touches his eyebrows. He has a colic in the back, though, which makes the ends curl upwards a little bit. Girls often find this hot. Will also wears an earring in his left ear. His hair is a natural color. Will has a very masculine face with hard, prominent features. Like his chin and jawline. They're very prominent. Will has rather medium shaped eyebrows, partly because he has Hermes in him. They arch upwards nicely making for a good surprised look. Underneath his brows are two pretty eyes. They range from a soft blue to a blue-green to a gray-blue to a gray. He has his mothers eyes. They change with the weather. His eyes are framed with soft, lush, black eyelashes that girls are insane for. Will has an odd way of dressing. He doesn't dress like normal boys. He enjoys dressing up and wearing suits without jackets. If it's a cabin leader meeting he will dress up. He will wear a white button-down shirt and dress pants and dress shoes and a tie. Will loves formal events because then he has an excuse to rent a tux. If he's just going out and about at camp, then he'll just wear a shirt, hoodie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. His mother swears that his father had Aphrodite in him. personality: Will is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. He's sweet and totally nice about everything. He's one of few who actually cares about the other person. Will sometimes uses friendly sarcasm and shares with almost everyone. If you first meet him, your impression is most likely, 'perfect guy, all-around great guy, valedictorian,' or something along those lines. If you actually knew Will, you'd know his life isn't at all perfect. He's not just the gorgeous, nice, sweet, and funny guy you know, but the lovestruck son of two dead demigods. Will has the tendency to get stuck in a lot of love related dramas. His first love was a half sister of his. People tend to not like him because they think he has a perfect life and they're jealous. Will wishes he could change that, but he knows he can't. He's totally that 'nice-guy' stereotypical demigod that everyone likes. He really has very few enemies. Will's not the type of guy that's going to ignore you if you need help. He's the type of guy to help out someone no matter what and no matter who they are. It's his fatal flaw. He's too nice. fatal flaw: Will's too nice and too willing to help people. He's also extremely loyal. pets: He doesn't really have any pets. Unless you count the fact that he might be getting a German Shepard puppy. weapons: Has a sword that changes into a blanket. The swords name is Storm Traveler. talents: ---> Lightning Manipulation: Lately, having become very good at lightning manipulation, Will can make lightning appear in his hands frequently. Eventually he gets tired out. He cannot do this all day. Lightning Control: Will isn't exactly very good with making lightning come down from the sky, but he tries. Stealth Increase: Because his father was half Hermes, William is rather sneaky and excellent on sneaking up on people. This makes him a valuable CTF team member. Thunder Manipulation: Coming from his mother's side of the family, Will's excellent at making thunder sound and shake the ground. Long Distance Running: From his father's side of the family, Will is able to run for rather long distances, since his grandfather is the god of travelers.
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| | | Zan Mega Asshole Duo
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| Subject: Re: bingo is a sport Fri Nov 23, 2012 12:15 am | |
| Levi Charles Wayland I finished Levi, my baby. I must say, it took me a while, but he's finally done. Levi is my baby omg he's seriously like my little flower, ok. Lots of plans for my flower, yes!
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| Subject: Re: bingo is a sport Sun Dec 23, 2012 6:02 pm | |
| Adam Charles Lewins Adam's finished, motherlickers. Let the plotting begin. This child is my flower, okay. HE'S MY FLOWER. D: He's so precious. LOOK AT NIALL HORAN HE'S PRECIOUS I'M SCREECHING.
btw, his app is 4755 words long. :D
edit: you assholes I worked hard on him and nobody goes "omg wow so pretty"
i hate all of you
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