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welshy
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PostSubject: my yellow raincoat   my yellow raincoat I_icon_minitimeFri Jan 25, 2013 6:17 pm


Hello baby-cakes

So hello and welcome and all that jazz to my character topic that looks nice now and has a sprinkle of hot guys that probably don;'t look young enough to be the ages of their characters but I love them so go away. So yeah. Peace out. Also Saph has a little disclaimer below that she's making me keep in the layout so read that too.

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Active
jason drew barnes; apollo
xavier daniel winterson; hades
asher killick; hephaestus
james liam carter; ares


Inactive
character name; godly parent
lowri wayne; athena
cole dafydd llewelyn; posiedon
keller kidd harris; athena
kyle ethan knight; khione
charlie alexandra raven; hypnos
christopher knight; aphrodite
lily dawson; hermes
jade marie kingston; notus
elizabeth anwen rosemarie; legacy of apollo and aphrodite
drake anthony clark; dionysus
jacob drew bradford; nyx
tyler maximillian skyes; euterpe
hayden sarah korps; demeter
brookelle evelyn stanley; pontus
quincy elizabeth o'riley; hebe
damon adreas christos; aphrodite



Claims

justin bieber
harry styles
bradley james
colton haynes
chloe grace mortez
emma watson
zac efron
aaron johnson
luke brooks
matt lanter
zayn malik
jaden smith
ariana grande
karen gillan


Theme Songs

jason: strong as an oak; watsky
xavier: treatment; labrinth
asher: smells like teen spirit; nirvana
james: teenagers; my chemical romance


Ships

forever alone
forever alone
forever alone
jeath (james x death)


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PostSubject: Re: my yellow raincoat   my yellow raincoat I_icon_minitimeFri Jan 25, 2013 6:18 pm

JASON DREW BARNES

identity?
son of apollo
age?
eighteen years old
born on?
july 5th, 1994
at his best?
kind, funny, confident
at his worst?
ashamed, impulsive
BASICS
    Name: Jason Drew Barnes
    Nickname: Jase
    Birthday: July 5th, 1994
    Age: Eighteen
    Godly parent: Apollo
    Place of birth: “So, I was born in the city of angels...”
    California, United states of America
    Claimed: Yup.
    Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
    Years at camp: One and a half


APPEARANCE
    Jason is pretty proud of how puberty had bish-slapped him across the face. He used to be, not geeky, but a lot younger looking around two years ago. That really has made a substantial difference to how he is, acts and looks and the way people think of him. Jason's hair can be worn in a multitude of different ways, although lately he normally slicks it with gel and has it spiked up. The sides of Jason's light brown hair have been shaved short, and without product his hair is messy and untamable. His is normally running his hands through it if it is bare, and he's used to it so the habit doesn't annoy him anymore.
    On to Jason's eyes, which are a beautiful golden brown in colour, and seem almost liquefied at times. They are shaped with long and thick eyelashes that go lighter at the tip of the lash. Jase has been told that he has nice eyes, which makes him shrug. He doesn’t really understand it. The son of Apollo also has full lips and few beauty marks located besides mouth and eyes, and on other parts of his body. He also, doesn’t really think much of these either, or anything of his physical appearance. He sometimes, like most his age, gets spots but enough zit-cream can fix and tidy that up.
    The young man is quite tanned and tall, standing at about 6”0 after late growth-spurts. He was naturally muscular, but has lately been working harder to maybe get more muscular; he denies trying to impress people, but he is only doing it to attractive the girl's attention.
    Finally; Jase's dress sense, which is pretty schizophrenic. Most days, he settles with a pair of chinos, jeans or shorts, always wearing them pretty low on his hips and revealing his boxers at the back, like modern-day fashion. However, he has been known to wear quite weirder things, like a bandana tied around his forehead and fake black glasses.
    Face claim: Justin Bieber


PERSONALITY
    Like any other eighteen year old these days, Jason really is just looking for a good time. He doesn't really go wild that often, seeing as he is so busy with training and his music, but when he does party, he parties hard. He's an easily excitable teenager and is very loud and hyper. It is like he is a little kid sometimes. He is a sweet guy, really, although he doesn't always knows how to please everyone. He just enjoys a laugh with his mates, and sometimes he can be a little be obnoxious into people's choices. He can get so excitable that he can forget about things, dates or people and that sometimes comes back to bite him in the butt.
    Jason has also never known where he belongs. He tries to get on with everyone, and spreads himself too thin. He's confident, and a little cocky. He's not too cocky, thankfully, although he does know that he is good at making people laugh and therefore takes that a little too far. He's also a massive flirt, so a lot of girls realize that he's better as the type of friend to have to look after you than romantically. He isn't good romantically. He's a shamble romantically.
    The part of Jase hardly anyone knows about? His shame. Jason his ashamed of himself for letting Lee die that day, and he really just blames himself for all of that. If he hadn't let his hormones get the better of him that day, he didn't think the empousai would've been able to take over his mind and therefore Lee wouldn't have got wrapped up in all of this anyway. That's Jason's logic anyway, although Jason doesn't have the best reputation for being a genius. He should really just stick to music, because all he did in school was mess around and dodge homework. He's really quite mischievous, and will be one of the first to roll on over to the Hermes cabin to have a laugh.

    Fatal Flaws: • He really can't prioritize.
    • Jason trusts everyone immediately, and then ends up getting hurt.
    • His... interest in girls puts him in danger.


HIS PAST
    Mortal Family: Victoria Barnes had always enjoyed the rebellious edge of life, leaving school at the age of sixteen and quickly became the partying type of gal. By the age of twenty, she had been impregnated by none other than Apollo on a drunken one-night stand, but hadn't wanted to get rid of the baby. She had him, and a few years later married into a wealthy family.
    Brady Collins was the man that Victoria went on to marry, already having two sons and a daughter from a previous marriage. He accepted Jason, who had only been four at the time, and brought him up as if he was one of his own sons. He still, to this day, considers him to be and loves him as much as the others.
    There were also Jason's step-siblings; Harry, Callum and Sasha Collins. The four of them were really like any siblings; they had their ups and downs, but no matter how much they may deny it, they cared about each-other really. Although they had been told that they weren’t actually blood related, they never really minded. Harry and Callum were Jason's annoying older brothers and Jason's was protective over his little sister Sasha.

    Brief History:
      Fingers stoking along the keys as he played, Jason couldn’t help but rock back and forth as the music started to engulf him. There weren’t really words to describe the feeling he had whenever he came in connection to the ivory grand piano that his uncle kept locked away. Despite the joy and awe he always got from playing the instrument, there was always that little feeling in the back of his head that told him that if he was caught playing this style of music with this skill considering the type of people he hung out with, he would be judged a little bit. He was the guy that would be rocking out to alternative rock out on a beach during the long summer days; not locked away secretly in a room, playing pieces from centuries ago.

    One of the first big things that Jason ever remembered about his childhood was his mother’s marriage to Brady. They had already been dating as long as Jason could remember, and he had already been brought up to call the man his father. He knew that he wasn’t his father; at least, that’s what his mother told him. He still thought of him as his father anyway. Brady had always been there for him when Jason had needed comfort, and in return Brady would receive his stepsons respect and love. It was a pretty normal family, growing up. The house was always loud and packed, whether it be full of Jason’s little friend amng him or with some of the older and more rowdy teenagers that Callum had smuggled in. It was probably because of always having a full house that Jase dislikes being alone; he feels weak when he’s on his own, which isn’t unusual considering he was always so surrounded growing up.
    Jason was always pretty mischievous as he got into elementary and high-school. His older brother Harry was the clever one in the family, him being a straight-A student and all. Then there was Callum, who was the type of kid that you would find smoking weed with his mates behind the bike shed of the school, even if he was a nice guy. He was just easily-pressured, and liked to party a lot, but he would always been Jason’s annoying older brother. And then there was his little sister, Sasha, that was their parents’ princess; so Jason was just left to be the kid in the middle. He was the musical one, playing instruments that included guitar, piano, drums and he sang a little. However, he didn’t know where he would fit in. Yeah, he was the type of guy that could just switch from crowd to crowd when entering his high-school; some days you would find him hanging out with the cheerleaders and the more athletic kids and the next just hanging out with the musicians that normally stayed away from it all. He fell in and went out with the athletic teenagers more though once he hit sixteen, even if they did the sorts of things that he wouldn’t particular choose to do without that influence, yet he still went with them. They would hang out on the beach during the summer, some choosing to surf whilst others tried to get a tan lying down - or, in other words, trying to pull the girls that were trying to get a tan - whilst listening to music. That’s what he would usually do, and he was sort of fine with that, until he entered the competition.
    There was a high school talent contest that would be held on a humid night in May, one of Jason’s friends entering his name as what started off as a joke. Jase went along, considering his whole crowd went along to see his friend make a fool of himself, even if they didn’t actually pay enough attention to realise that he was actually musically talented. Although they all had first believed that Barnes would make a fool of himself, he actually got into the semi-final, and after that the final until he won. Yes, he came first place. What had started as a joke had ended up as him actually winning himself a free-year's scholarship at one of the most respected music-colleges around, which just so happened to be on the other side of the country; New York, to be exact. After music hesitation, confusing and deliberation, Jason to take a shot and go for it, even if it meant staying away from his family for every few weeks and staying in one of the student halls provided for him.
    At first it was hard; Jason being so far away from his noisy brothers and insufferable parents and spoilt sister, but then Jason grew to love it. He just loved to be surrounded by those that shared the same loves as him, those that understood him for what he liked to do. Although, let’s face it, an unidentified demigod couldn’t go incognito for long now, could he? That would be completely unrealistic...that’s assuming that the rest of the past I’ve just wrote is probable, which it isn’t but whatever. Sue me.
    It was a bleak night, the seventeen year old teenager just getting out of his student dinner hall, where they all shared meals. He said he'd meet Jonathan and Lee upstairs to try and finish a paper together after he went to pick up his USB stick from his English class, where he’d left it there after printing his essay off. Two girls his age approached him, having seen them around once or twice before around, although Jase initially thought that they were new. He stopped to talk to them, taking in how beautiful they were. Abnormally, to be exact. And he was strangely attracted to them, although he didn’t know of any guy that wouldn’t be. Falling was an understatement, instead the teenager was dram. Seduced. He couldn’t find words. Even when the two silky-haired girls had transformed into a mutant sort of creature with one donkey leg, the young man was already moving closer towards them. He probably wouldn’t have been able to resist their power either unless the prettiest girl - Monica, she had told him, although that wasn’t true - unless she had a some sort of sword stacked through her torso. As if a slap to the face, Jason leapt back and watch as Lee violently carved the girls the ‘girls’ he had just been chatting up to pieces.
    After being vigorously sick all over himself, which hadn’t been very pleasant, Jason really went into some sort of shock. Lee had pulled him away from that area after slashing at them both, and Jase was only more sick over himself when he saw the two hot girls transform into a pile of dust. He was dragged away, not sure what he was meant to do from that point on. Everything was fuzzy and wild. Lee had sat him down, telling him that there was a camp not twenty minutes from campus, and he had to get there. That he would learn things about monsters and who his dad was. Jason didn't really have any other choice than to go with it, not sure whether he was dreaming or not. He packed a bag full of clothes and left in a taxi, Lee handing his friend a small dagger that Jason would conceal beneath the folds of his jeans. He thought that he would be fine to get to this magical place in this safe taxi with his friend. He really did.
    And then the taxi driver had to turn around and plunge a knife through Lee's skull.
    That's when Jason opened the door and lept out onto the grass, cutting all down his right arm and part of his back. The taxi skidded to a halt, a guy wielding a big-ass sword and a sick grin advancing towards the teenager. Jason really wouldn't have been able to do much. He tried to fight, but their was only so much that shaky hands and a small dagger could do. The more experienced guy took five minutes to kick the dagger away, slicing at Jason. The son of Apollo had only just missed the blade, the tip scratching a scar across his chest. Dozens of beasts and kids in orange t-shirts charged from the trees then, just as Jason passed out.
    He woke up to find himself in a type of hospital, being fed something he would later learn was called ambrosia, although tasted like the pizza's his mom made. He decided to stay at camp, seeing as Lee had thought it best for his friend, even if it meant hardly seeing his family. If ever.


OTHER
    Pets: Jase currently has no pets.
    Weapons: Jason prefers to use a bow and arrows, with celestial bronze arrow-heads.
    Talents: Healing; Like many of his siblings, Jason is able to easily heal those that are wounded. He can't do as much as his siblings and his power isn't as powerful, but he is able to heal cuts and bruises. It drains his energy though, so he only does it if it is life-threatening. He cannot heal himself though, yet he heals faster than most.

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PostSubject: Re: my yellow raincoat   my yellow raincoat I_icon_minitimeFri Jan 25, 2013 6:18 pm

XAVIER DANIEL WINTERSON

identity?
son of hades
age?
sixteen years old
born on?
december 13th, 1996
at his best?
wild, fun, relaxed
at his worst?
moody, uncontrollable
BASICS
    Name: Xavier Daniel Winterson
    Nickname: Zave
    Birthday: December 13th, 1996
    Age: Sixteen
    Godly parent: Hades; Lord of the Underworld
    Place of birth: New York, United States of America
    Claimed: Yes; Zave was claimed after a week of being at camp
    Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
    Years at camp: A few months


APPEARANCE
    Xavier has an oval-shaped face but with rounded cheeks and a pointed chin. He appearance and facial features are relatively soft and full, although should no be mistaken for chubbiness. No; Zave has little fat on him as he has been running for most of his life. He is not chubby in any part of his body. His cheeks are the same colour as the rest of his fast, but beauty spots and freckles cover them where the ‘sun has kissed him’. His eyes are then quite narrow and framed with thick and dark lashes that touch the surrounding skin because of their length. The colour of his eyes is quite strange as they neither stay the same or change, if that is possible. . It is nothing unusual, in his opinion, as it is normal for boys with dark hair to also have dark parts in their eyes. Overall, they are a light and pleasant shade of green with only few flecks of brown in there, but with a darker rim around the edge. Above these eyes are his black eyebrows which are neither thin nor bushy. They are just in the middle and, if anything, make the darkness of his eyes stand out even more.
    What is to say about Zave’s nose? It is straight forward, but has a small bulge in the centre. This is not because he has broken it or anything, but because it is just in his genes to have this style of nose. It is a mix between a Roman type of nose and a bumpy nose, although Xavier has never really gone out of his way to identify the ‘type’ of nose he has. He honestly doesn’t really care. On his nose is a darkened beauty mark that is also prominent along his golden complexion.
    Onto Zave’s lips, with are naturally quite red and pinkish, and many may think that he may be wearing tinted lip-balm or something a girl might wear, but no. He is just ‘lucky’ enough that his mother happened to throw in small splashes of her own features into this fifteen year old boy. His bottom lip is a little bit fuller than his bottom, and also sports a lips ring that he had done when he was fourteen. He likes it, although sometimes worries that he might catch it on an item of clothing or something similar and it will pull, splitting part of his lip. He is just paranoid, most likely. It has never happened before, so why should it happen now?
    Then Xavier's hair, which is a dark-brown in colour and around the same shade that the flecks in his eyes are. It is slightly curly and wavy, stands sticking out no matter how much he attempts to flatten it down. His mothers hair was indeed curly, so he got it from her. It is cut regularly and he always keeps it in the same style; pushed to one size and short yet thick. On the right side, where it is pushed down, it covers slightly over the edge of his eyebrow. He wants a piercing here, but this puts him off it; he would never be able to see it anyway, and it might get caught on his hair.
    The sixteen year-old stands at a respectable height of 5"12 and is unsure whether he has finished hitting puberty yet, so there still might be room to grow. His voice as nearly finished breaking, and it sometimes cracks now and again which completely wrecks his style. His muscles, from lifting weights throughout his childhood years are quite well-pronounced, and his torso is flat. He doesn't really let himself gain weight, and you will often find him jogging laps around camp most morning in order for him to try and keep his physique. He does the camp routine also, which helps, but he really doesn't want to take any chances. His fashion-sense isn't anything risky; normally just a pair of skinny jeans and a hoodie, or a polo-shirt. Because he had been living in a care-home for a substantial amount of time before entering camp, he never had the opportunity to splash out on expensive clothing, so he has got used to having the same as what most had.
    Face claim: Harry Styles


PERSONALITY
    All through his life people have struggled to know what to think about Xavier. He was different with different people. Around adults and people that held authority, he could be quite quiet and solemn, not knowing what to think of them. In general, he didn’t like the prospect of growing up and becoming an adult himself; you couldn’t blame the boy, considering that every adult he had ever been around had failed and abandoned him. He can be blunt and unresponsive towards people over the age of thirty or those that think that they could have any power over him, and doesn’t even give a damn about what they think about him. He really doesn’t take authority kindly, and finds it stupid that a teenager could have control over a cabin full of others his age. If he could, he would throw a riot so teenagers actually got some power and influence nowadays.
    Around his friends and other kids however, Xavier is almost a completely different person. Once he is in his comfort zone, the boy can be reckless, wild and uncontrollable. Well, even more uncontrollable than he normally is. It’s all about the fun and laughter, and he normally wants to chill with just his friends and his skateboard. Nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t or never has had enough money to do anything like go to the cinema every week, so he is really just fine with finding and making his own means of entertainment; which can differ from being a vandal to talking.
    Everyone has a secret and dark side though, and Zave had a larger one than most. His impulsivity and wildness can lead him to say something he doesn’t mean or than hurts something else, and he finds it then difficult to make up with them; he is quite an awkward boy around these situations, even those he is pretty confident in every other way. Except with girls. He is terrible with girls. At least once a day you will find Xavier on his own as he tries to control his ever-growing anger and frustration with the world, and if you do then good luck, because the sixteen year old is practically unapproachable. He will undoubtedly snap at you and he broke his hand when he was fourteen from when he got so angry and punched a wall.
    All in all, the boy is pretty unpredictable. One minute he can be laughing and grinning, and the next he can be angry and the vein on his neck could be sticking out. Try not to get on the wrong side of him, or boss him around; you’ll certainly regret it.
    Fatal Flaw: • There is nothing wrong with Xavier…at least, not physically. Mentally, he is a wreck. He sometimes catches himself having quite disturbing thoughts about things that would be better off not mentioned. He would never in a million years act on his throats, but it scares him quite a bit. He is unsure whether he trusts himself enough not to do anything stupid. He is too much like Reese, most certainly. Any attempt to tell him this though and you will end up with a black eye, and a heap of enemies.
    • Zave is scared to experiment with any of his abilities or powers. This is why he doesn’t really want to get into the habit of fighting with any more luxurious and fancy weapons; because he doesn’t know what he might do with it.


HIS PAST
    Mortal Family: “She was amazing. Through everything, she was the only damn person that ever had any sense to do something right.”
    Janette Winterson was immediately set to fail. She was born into a family where teenage pregnancy had already occurred once, and didn't really care about school or anything important along those lines. She detested the idea of working in an office, and chose to be unemployed instead. She really doesn't live up to the stereotype that people have of her. She was a kind and loving woman that had just been too vulnerable to be able to cope with her abusive boyfriend. She had had a one-nigh stand with Hades - who posed as a 'Roger' - when she had been feeling worse than she had in a long time. He had been relatively sympathetic and kind towards her, and she fell for him.

    “I hate him. He killed mom. If I got my hands on him, I would…”
    Reese Theodore had been the mechanic at a local garage when he and Janette had first met, but he soon developed a drug-shifting business on the side when money became a struggle. He was a ruthless man, and wouldn't let Janette leave him once she discovered this.

    “I miss them.”
    Solomon and Rupert Theodore were Xavier's half-siblings, a pair of identical twins that were so mischievous that they would half be expected to be children of Hermes.

    Brief History: Xavier Daniel Winterson was born into a family were his mother received the back of her boyfriend’s hand regularly, his older brothers had already grown up around this and thought of it as normal, and with a father that had done a runner as soon as her mother found out she was pregnant. There wasn’t a single hope in hell that he was going to have it easy and receive a moderately normal childhood. Not when his unknown father was actually the man that could control and summon the dead, and struck fear into people on a daily basis. The family had no reason to believe any of this though; of course not. Everyone thought that Reese was the father; everyone but Janette. But a slither of doubt found its way in the back of Reese’s mind from the moment Zave was born. With both sons and parents being fair-haired, it was peculiar that this newborn son had hair that resembled close to black. Self-consciously Reese picked this up, and therefore his beatings would soon become slightly harder on the kind and caring mother.
    For the first few years of life, Xavier grew up in the small and enclosed apartment in one corner of New York, his’ father’ Reese spending most hours of the day out doing dodgy deals to keep the family floating level with the rest of the world, who were entering the start of a memorable economic depression. His older brothers were constantly picking on the small child, both being twins and two years above him, and his mother would struggle to cope. It was no surprise that he soon developed this isolation-attitude, the toddler normally finding a cupboard or bed to crawl under until his family found him. He was perfectly content with playing with his action figures or any other ways of finding entertainment. The young child could already tell that playing on your own was easier than accompanying any one else, so he decided to do just that.
    He was three when Zave came across his first dead thing; a small mouse that had found itself trapped inside one of Reese’s cages but also dosed up on the rat poison that was scattered along the corners of the wooden floor. Xavier had been finding his own means of entertainment as per usual, far away from the slow stumbles of his mother and boisterous brothers, and came across it in the corner of his parent’s closet. His first reaction had been of wonder and curiosity, and the impulsive young child had quickly moved forward to get a closer look at the corpse of the mouse. The next thing you know, you hear the high-pitched scream from Janette as she goes to get a cardigan and finds her youngest son playing with a dead creature. It would cause any mother a reason for concern; especially when your son then turned around and stated that he liked dead things. She soon gave him a long one-sided discussion on why you should stay out of mommy’s closet and not touch anything inside the metal cages. Xavier promised he wouldn’t, in return for a cookie, but he still couldn’t help it. From that point onwards, most of the games he would play would be about death. Not killing; no, Xavier was never violent and he hated it when his brothers would demand to fight with him, but just…death. With the chaos that surrounded his home, death seemed like the peaceful option for the boy.
    Xavier was five when everything kicked off, although it was many years too late. Reese had been late for work for the last time after one of the twins had broken his alarm clock, and he eventually lost his job. Loosing his temper worse than he ever had before, he went on a rampage. Both Solomon and Rupert had been in school when this happened, but Janette had been in the middle of cooking Xavier food when he burst through the door. Zave didn’t remember any of it, but his mother had screamed at him for the boy to get inside his bedroom. Reese lashed out, blaming Janette for everything that had gone wrong with his life. The stress of having this large family, the fact that she only worked part-time as a teaching-assistant, how she always pressured him to go and see a counselor about his temper and a heap of other exaggerations that had initially started from a spark of paranoia in his head. One push was what it took for his frail girlfriend to loose her footing, slamming the back of her head against the marble counter top and falling limp to the cold floor, dead.
    The evidence was stacked up to high for Reese to get away with anything less than murder, immediately being arrested. He didn’t even attempt to deny of the charges, and the abusive man felt incredibly guilty for everything he had done. He felt back for the children, and disgusted that he had done it. Sentenced with life, it only took a few months for the man the put himself out of his misery and killing himself in his jail-cell, wanting an escape and be punished in hell for what he had done rather than have to live with his grief for the next fifty years or more. He was done with everything; he was done with life.
    What of the children? They were immediately sent to the next willing-member of the family; Janette’s mother and their grand-parents. The boys weren’t easily for the older women, but she also received a lot of help from the children’s aunties and uncles, and the grand-mother’s friends. Xavier had been closest with his mother as they had always been so alike. It was hard for him, and the child closed himself from everyone else. He wouldn’t eat, he would have nightmares, and he most-certainly wouldn’t play. He was a walking lump, and the kid had to attend a doctor’s session every week to try and get ‘better’, but it didn’t work. The only option left was for the family to split up; Xavier being taken into care and the twins staying with the family. That was the last time Zave ever saw Solomon and Rupert; a shriek-filled goodbye on a Friday afternoon, tears running deep down each child’s face.
      "I hated the care home. I was full of stuck-up turds that thought it was good to go and wind everyone up. They didn't want me there, so I left. Well, they moved me to another one, but same thing. It's all a bunch of bull anyway."

    From the age of ten, Xavier had already developed an image to adults that he was quite a troubled child; how he wouldn't let many close to him and misbehave all the time. He didn't get on with any of the people from his first care-home, staying there until he was taken in by a foster family. They seemed kind enough and like they genuinely wanted to look after this young boy. Well, until he screwed everything up by getting expelled from his school. They realized that the young boy was going to be a lot more work than they had first thought, and they took the cowards way out by 'giving him back' as if he was a faulty object, not a person. No wonder he was difficult, and it got worse when the care-home that he had been at for the last five years didn't even want him back. He was forced to move out of the city, moving to another in the middle of seemingly-nowhere. It wasn't as if he was cruel or mean; no, there was just something about him that made him seem... broken and beyond-repair. For a little kid, this could have an effect on him that would cast a shadow over the rest of his life. He spent the next years practically alone, with his bare white walls and his comforter.
    But then Wayne came along; a enclosed and quiet man that didn't have or want a family of his own. Zave had been fifteen, messing around with his small group of friends from his high school at an old house. As a dare, Xavier had thrown a brick at one of the windows ad it had shattered through. The rest of them had done a quick escape, but Xavier had hung around just long enough to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired man that had limped to the doorway, Zave feeling like he was from a scene of a horror movie. He sprinted away, obviously, but he could never shake away the feeling of the man's eyes watching him and he made his way down the street. He didn't think he would see him again, and there was certainly no chance of the police crossing his mind, but he did; he would be seeing a lot more of the unknown man.
    A month later, the sixteen year old had been making his way to his school from his children's home, which was a half-an-hour walk away. A car sped down the strip of road and skidded to a halt besides Xavier. In a panic, he dropped his bag and started to sprint away but the group of people in the car was too fast; grabbing the teenager and bundling him up inside the car. He hadn’t even had enough time to let out a yell for help, and the group of adults easily dominated his strength. It was terrifying for the boy, and even more so when he found out that the mount from the old house was one of them.
      "Let me go!" Zave yelled, the sixteen yer old jerking around in a unsuccessful attempt to escape from the blonde-guy's grip. It was no use; his strength couldn't match the body-builder's. "What do you want from me, you-" Transforming the end of his sentence into a string of profanities. They just watched him, some letting out a quick and harsh laugh whereas others looked pained. Were they pained because they held some sort of guilt and had that voice telling them that they were wrong in the back of their minds? Zave was unsure.
      "Xavier. Calm down." The man from the old house told him calmly, but the sixteen year-old's blood started to boil. "We need you."
      "Me? What? Why?" He whispered, still struggling. If he did get out of the van, there was no way he would be able to jump out and survive; not when they were travelling at the speed they were. "And how did you know my name?" Okay, so this was really freaking scary now.
      "We've been watching you."

    For the next few weeks, Xavier would become a animal in a cage to his captors. They took him to a flat - a nice one, I might add - and asked him things. At least, for the first week they did. It started off with moderately normal questions, like where you were born and such before finally expanding into the type of discussions that Xavier struggled to find an answer for. Before long, he was even wondering if anyone was actually trying to look from him; if the police were even involved. It wasn't like he would be missed. He was just a care kid, with a dad - or at least, he believed it was his dad at the time - for a father and a dead mother. There was no reason for him to be saved, and the other care-kids wouldn't mind sharing out his measly small amount of pocket money between them.
    But then they did something unexpected; they held out a dead bird, placing it on the ground in front of his feet. At first Xavier could only question them and their purpose, yelling at them yet again to tell them that they were sick before calming down. The same answer was repeated over and over though; "What do you want to do with it?" The teenager was lost for words by that point. He wanted to be repulsed by it and shun away from it, but he found himself wanted to prod it with his index finger and pick it up. The emotions within him sort of made himself feel sick, but he couldn't help it. He would later learn that it was part of who he was.
    Before he could touch the dead creature, the muscled guy with sandy blonde hair pulled a small dagger that he had concealed in the waistband of his jeans, holding it out in front of him quickly. Xavier struggled against his ropes, thinking that he was going from him and surprised when the blonde guy - Oscar - stood in front of him defensively instead. The rest all happened in a flash, but before he knew it a bunch of unconscious bodies were on the floor and Oscar had untied Zave and was pulling him along with him into the van outside.
    Armed with no training or no weapon, Xavier had no clue how he was meant to get out of this thing alive. One of his captors…was helping him escape? It was honestly like something out of a movie, and Zave felt the need to pinch himself to see if it was real or not.
      “Hermes.” The blonde guy looked over at him quickly, pushing the gear-stick of the van into a gear and quickly speeding down the road. Xavier blinked, struggling to understand what that meant. Oscar seemed to be able to tell that Zave needed a little bit more of a prompt into what he should say. “I’m a son of Hermes. You’re Hades, right? Obviously.”
      “I…have no clue what the hell you’re talking about? Are you high?”
      “Hmmm. You’ll find out soon enough.”

    Feeling like he was inside something like Grand Theft Auto, it wasn’t long before Xavier was skidding to a halt and kicked out at the entrance of a summer camp; Camp half-Blood. He’s been there ever since.


OTHER
    Weapons: Zave has been given a special sword. The sword is almost like a flashlight and when in the darkness it can be used to light up the area, giving the surrounding area a ghostly, soft green glow. it can also be used to collect shadows and use it for his own purpose. The way the sword works is that Zave touches a shadow with his sword and the sword sucks up the shadow, making the sword more powerful or he can choose to saved the shadow and then release it whenever he pleases. Releasing the shadow can also hide Zave for a moment in time. the amount of time Zave is hidden depends on the size of the shadow. {a gift from Zan’s mystery box yolo]
    Talents: • Like most children of Hades, Xavier can shadow-travel. However, it takes a serious amount if energy out of the sixteen year old, and he finds it quite painful both physically and mentally. He has done it twice in his life, both times fainting and falling to the ground. He doesn't wish to learn how to use this talent more-successfully or even acknowledge how 'amazing' it may be.
    • Although he can't exactly summon the dead, Zave can indeed feel the life travel from a corpse to the afterlife, and the pull gives him a twisted sort of spark. It is indeed very sick, so he doesn't share this with anyone.
    Pets: None.

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ASHER KILLICK

identity?
son of hephaestus
age?
seventeen years old
born on?
august 2nd, 1995
at his best?
energetic, strong, sweet
at his worst?
arrogant, egotistical
BASICS
    Name: Asher Killick
    Nickname: “Never Ashley. I will kill you if you call me that. Never.”
    Ash
    Birthday: August 2nd, 1995
    Age: Seventeen
    Godly parent: Hephaestus
    Place of birth: "Me and my family lived right next to the woods, so I was out thee a lot. Illinois is peaceful, you could say. At least, the part I lived in was. I don't really care about the rest."
    Illinois, United States of America
    Claimed: Yes
    Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
    Years at camp: Four.


APPEARANCE
    Ash’s facial features, after hitting puberty, became quite prominent and sharp. His face is quite squared, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. His chin is quite pointed, giving him quite a traditional look that one may perhaps find on the main knights and such in movies and television programs. He has a tanned complexion, with patched of paler lines marking his face from scars that have blemished his skin. His cheeks are also quite rosy and it only really takes the smallest of daily breezes to ensure that there is this kind of colour on his cheeks. His face is normally smudged with the smallest amounts of grease and oil, so his face is normally quite dirty and looks slightly darker than if it had been if he had only just got out of the shower.
    Onto Ash’s almond-shaped eyes, which are sky blue in colour and framed by long black eyelashes that turn a dark blonde right at the tips and are somewhat thick. The rim around the iris delves into a mix between green and hazel from his mother’s coloring although this is hardly noticeable. You would only really be able to see his if you were shining a bright light in Sash’s eyes and got really close into his face, but he would probably push you away if you did that, so no one has ever really made a comment about it. His eyes are sharp and hard, but you can read his every thought and emotion almost by the twinkling in his eyes; always seeming amused. His eyebrows are dark brown, matching the colour of the darker highlights of his hair, and arched. It almost seems as if he plucks or does something with his eyebrows but he is just lucky that the natural line of his brow is tidy and arched.
    Leading onto Ash’s nose, which is quite pointed yet slightly crooked from all the times he has broken it over the years. The bulge in the middle is very noticeable, although not as large as those who may be fighters of some sort. He likes to fight, so a lot of the injuries causing this are from when he has been punched on his by a blunt object in this area of his face, but also because of the labor he has done all his life; accidentally hitting himself with tools and scraps of metal and things along those lines. It is obvious to anyone that he has broken it a few times.
    Ash’s lips are always quite pink in colour, and are really quite full in proportion with the other features in his face. They are always pursed and his bottom lips always seem to jut out slightly more than the top. He has never noticed this; it’s just how his mouth, teeth and lips were made. They are also always curved, making him seem as if he is always smirking and pressing a continuous small dimple into the right corner of his lips.
    The rest of his appearance really suits Asher; his ears are quite normal for a guy of his size and his lopes jut out at the bottom, making excellent room for a piercing if he ever wished to destroy the unmarred skin there.
    Like his mother's, Ash's hair is naturally blonde, with many darker blonde highlights beneath the top strands. In the sunlight, and after staying outside in the summer for many days, it will highlight an even lighter shade, although there will always be quite considerable bristles of brown mixed in there. It’s always soft but Ash never really spends much on getting his hair cut, and he lets it grow relatively long before he does. Normally, it reaches just at his eyebrows, slightly slanted, although he never has to touch or flick it into any other position; it’s firm enough to hold its own. At the back, it reaches just past his ears, although it will start to turn wavy and curly when it hasn’t been cut. Even when it’s long, his hair is always the last thing to be on his mind, and he normally has pieces of dirt and grime in it from working and building, or is caked with sweat and forced to stand up on edge. It’s all the same to him.
    Ash stands at a respectable 5”11. He knows that this isn’t the tallest a boy could get and he is disappointed that he couldn’t yet peak through 6-foot, but he doesn’t mind; as long as he towers over most girls, then he is happy. His is quite broad, though not fat; no, he has muscle from working and playing many rough sports growing up. There are also many scars from injuries in many different places on his body, and he can dislocate his thumb and finger. He considers it his party trick.
    Finally, we move on to dress style, which never really gets more creative than a pair of jeans and hoodie, sometimes extending to a sweater instead of a hoodie, but that’s about it really.
    Face claim: Bradley James


PERSONALITY
    There is many reasons why Asher is like he is. Firstly, he is – and this is normally the first thing people notice about him – arrogant. He isn’t exactly mean or cruel, but he can sometimes be too full of himself and therefore put people off him. He doesn’t take himself seriously though, and everything he does is meant as a joke and to be taken lightly. If you can’t take things lightly and all is serious with you, then it will be a little bit of a struggle getting to know this teenager. He is very energetic and witty, and is always making jokes about people or things. He can stab people in the back a little bit by making sly jokes about them, but it’s only meant as a joke. If it is taken another way, Ash believes it isn’t his fault.
    Considering he has pretty much given up on all education, it is no wonder that Ash is a little slow when it comes to the education side of things. He is still pretty clever, and good with people, but his proper education stopped at around fifteen when he stopped going to camp for just the summer and full-time instead. So if you ask him a maths question – why would anyone in the first place but whatever – he would take a while to answer. All his knowledge is pretty much what he has picked up from other people and the lessons they offer at camp, is it is pretty limited.
    Ash is hard-shelled and strong, but overestimates his abilities. He thinks first about what would be right for the people around him and himself, wanting to protect them yet have a reasonable amount of glory for himself, before making serious judgement on things. However, his mind always tells him to fight; his burly physique meaning that he can normally intimidate his opponent into defeat or not to try at all. Past that though - and the whole fact that he is normally always itching for a fight - he is a sweet guy who really cares about people. There is a lot to get past to realize this though, and he probably never would himself.
    Fatal Flaw: • He thinks he can do everything. And he can’t, because he’ll just crash and burn and die.


HIS PAST
    Mortal Family: "Considering that she had to deal with me and my sister fighting all the damn time, she was a freaking awesome mom. I have no clue how she did it. She always used to go on and on about how we needed to love each-other, and get on, and all that crap, but Dan is so annoying. You wouldn’t be able to handle it either, if you were me. So I reckon mom did a good enough job."
    Sarah Killick was born into quite a lower class family, also being brought up in Illinois. Her mother had always stayed at home to look after Sarah and her siblings, whilst her father went out to make a living in the emergency services area, working as a well-paid firefighter. They had never been really, really wealthy, but they had always had enough to keep them going. That was all that really mattered. At the age of eighteen, before she could actually get to university, Sarah was out on a night with her friends. It had been one of their birthdays, and they hadn’t been very responsible. After many shots taken from each of them, it didn’t take long for them to pass the level of sense and stupidity, Sarah doing such and choosing to accept any offer from the first guy that came around. Unfortunately, Sarah soon learnt too late that her mistakes would cost her to loose her life of fun and enjoyment and have to raise a child alone, the father not even staying around long enough to tell her his name. She had to give up on further education, moving out of her family’s home nearer the city and living besides woodland, wanting to raise Ash in a stable and calm environment, She had little help with him, but she somehow managed.

    "Dannie was such such a pain in the ass, oh my gods. Well, okay fine…there were a few times were I found her…okay, but she was still really annoying."
    Danielle Killick was Ash’s little sister, herself being three four years younger than him. Her father was a man that, again, hadn’t stuck around when knowing that Angela had herself a bun in the oven, and he honestly wasn’t worth the space. Because of the age difference between the two of them, Ash and Dani used to fight quite a lot, but they loved each-other really…beneath all that sibling rivalry.

    Brief History: Ash’s story all started with screams; the screams of his mother as she went into a painful labor many weeks too early. Doctors, after finally being able to locate her cabin in the middle of the woods, were frantic to both try and get the baby out and for him to survive, but also keep Sarah alive as she had already lost too much blood from internal bleeding. The whole thing had been touch and go, and it was very difficult and scary for the experts to know that they had to do both. Somehow, after much praying from Sarah’s friends and family, the nineteen year old mother was able to pull through, but wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital for at least a week; wanting to make sure that she was getting the right amount of donated blood back into her system and that they had stitched and fixed everything to the best of their professional ability. The baby, however, wasn’t doing as well. He had been placed in an incubator, and would live completely off the machine; he wasn’t strong enough to have his heart working without assistance, but it was still critical. Countless hours had been spent trying to ensure that this small newborn survived it all, and it was a miracle that he somehow had; he was different; he was stronger than most. He had something in his blood, coursing through his veins that meant that he would be able to push himself through the toughest of times. The doctors couldn’t narrow it down to anything, and neither could Sarah…at least, not back then she couldn’t.
    When Sarah and Ash were settled, the new-mother moved into a cabin in the woods with her two month old child. She wanted to, despite all the mistakes she had made, give Ash the best possible starting point for his long life ahead. She thought that maybe the constant influence of suburban city life would push him in the direction to do wrong and stupid things and therefore believed that living nearer the woodland would be better for the two of them. They had many visitors which ranged from Sarah’s friends and family, but they were alone most of the time. It was difficult in a way for Sarah have to constantly look after this child so young, but with the dedicated support from her parents now and again, she somehow managed it. The young boy developed, his gurgles eventually becoming small and mispronounced words, and his crawls slowly becoming stumbles.
    One thing that seemed insignificant to Sarah was how create the toddler soon became. He was always playing with building blocks and his plastic tool set, and you could always find him covered in paint as he attempted to paint a childhood masterpiece. From a young age, he had always alternated between wanting to be either a sculptor or carpenter, always beginning for his grandparents to pull over whenever they passed a stand that was selling wooden-carvings on the side of the road. It fascinated him to the point where, at five years old, Sarah returned from her bedroom to find her son trying to chop-up a fallen twig with a bitter knife. Of course, like any sensible mother, she discouraged this until he was older, but she could still see the way she looked at carving and such, satisfying him with clay instead. He could shape that to his hearts content.
    Now that his mother had given birth to another child, Ash immediately found it a struggle for the young boy to cope with this new member to their exclusive family. He soon learnt that, after having the first few years of his life getting all the attention and living in a peaceful house, that his baby sister’s tearful cries would only fill his days. That’s why he used to spend a lot of his time in the woods outsides his house, nearby some other residents homes. He met Johan, who would be his best friend until he left the area. That’s when Ash’s life became much more exciting. They were soon to start school together for the first time in the autumn but neither of them would yet realize how much trouble they would get each-other into.
    “The teachers, I think, knew our names from the first day. Joe was like, really naughty. I don’t remember, but mom said that we threw our cartons of milk over this girl that went with us. I think they knew we were trouble from the moment we walked in. We were always pulling faces in our school photos as well, and in one Joe was picking his nose. It was so funny, oh my gods.”
    With a very mischievous best friend that would aid him all through school, it was no wonder that Ash wasn’t the easiest of guys that the teachers could educate. It didn’t help that he had very strong ADHD and struggled to cope with schooling, and therefore didn’t put himself forward as much as he probably should. He had a lot of artistic potential when it came to building and along those lines, but he just didn’t excel at the more academic parts of things. His mother was a little concerned, along with his teachers, but Asher personally didn’t give a crap. He was who he was, and if he didn’t want to apply himself, he just didn’t. When he eventually started taking woodwork classes in school, he discovered his true talent. That’s when he realised that he life wasn’t all about sports and failing at class. He put a lot of hard work into what he would build, and he believed strongly in his creations. He was pretty young, only just hitting thirteen and maturing a little, but he was already better than people that were about to leave high school. His mother worried about him though; worried that it wouldn’t be enough for him. She had never got very far on her own – as she had got knocked up pretty early – so it was no doubt or questioning her intentions for wanting the best for her son. She tried to push him to do different things, and look at different areas of education but he was simply uninterested.
    Living with his little pain-in-the-ass sister and mother, it was hard for Asher to be the only male in the family. Seeing as men didn’t have a good reputation of staying around in the Killick’s home, he felt a little excluded. His mother told him that he was being silly, but he still felt that. Maybe that is why, at the age of fourteen, Asher got really quite close with a group of new kids that had joined his school They told him that they could relate to him and that he just had to trust him. He was confused, but became friendly with the group nevertheless. They told him that he was special, and that they could look after him. He thought that they meant this in a ‘If someone picks on you I will bang them up’ sense, but they meant a lot more than that as he would soon realise.
      “Holy crap! Ash, grab that!” John yelled, pointing at one of the saws that was placed on the desk of the woodwork shop. Ash frowned, unsure about what the crashing noise had been but grabbing the piece of equipment anyway. The four people among Asher in the room ducked for cover, all looking tense. Asher did the same, the thirteen year old very confused.
      “Guys…!?” He question, his voice squeaking with alarm. Someone yanked his hoodie, pulling his also beneath a desk. Tyler, much to Ash’s disbelief, pulled a dagger from the waistband of his pants. “Oh my god is that real!?” He exclaimed before a hand was clamped over his lips.
      “Dude, shut up!” Tyler hissed, and Asher gulped. “Just stay tight until the others get here.”

    In the middle of a school day, with five against one, it was then that Asher Killick was first told that his father was Hephaestus. At first, he didn’t believe it, but then a bunch of snake-like creatures burst through the door, John pulled off his pants to reveal goat legs and between them they killed lots of mythical beasts. There wasn’t really anyway that Ash could doubt it. His mother and sister would more hesitant, but they couldn’t really go against the goat legs. So the teenagers were picked up by some older campers and taken to Camp Half-Blood.


OTHER
    Pets: undecided
    Weapons: Ash has forged himself quite a handy weapon. On his left hand – as he is left-handed – he wears a metal bracelet with a Greek omega symbol on the inside. At a touch, it snaps open and extends into a switchblade. Asher denies getting this idea from Assassins Creed, even if it is true.
    Talents: • Ash is very skilled at building and making things. That’s it. No fire. He isn’t like Leo, okay. Leo is special.

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JAMES LIAM CARTER

identity?
son of ares
age?
sixteen years old
born on?
march 24th, 1997
at his best?
sensitive, witty, charismatic
at his worst?
angry, mean, boisterious
BASICS
    Name: James Liam Carter
    Nickname: “It’s normally something not-repeatable.”
    None
    Age sixteen
    Birthday: March 24th, 1997
    Gender: Male
    God Parent: Ares
    Claimed: Yes
    Year-Round or Summer: Year-round
    Years in Camp: Two


APPEARANCE
    James is tall with an athletic build from taking boxing lessons all his life and from fighting a lot. He had brown hair which he normally applies a little bit of gel to keep it back in the tapered hairstyle that he spends a lot of money to get it cut in. In the morning however, it is a shaggy mess so he dislikes seeing anyone before he has done his hair. His eyes change colour depending on what he is wearing. They are either a bright blue or sea green. From traveling back and forth from sunny Miami all his life, James used to stand out at London as everyone there is pale except from him. Many used to think he used spray tan but he was just lucky that his tan could stay for months at a time, only fading slightly. He looks like a bad-boy and is nearly all of the time scowling but when he smiles, dimples form at his cheeks which throws off his bad look for a while.
    Face claim: Francisco Lachowski


PERSONALITY
    Most of the time, you can see that James is itching for a fight and likes it. He loves getting his fists dirty and arguing with people. He is also a massive flirt which he picked up when he lived in London as he tan set him in another league from the other British boys. He knows exactly how to get a girl and isn’t shy. He is loud, boisterous, cocky and funny; normally the comedian out of the boys in his cabin. What James also is however, unlike other children of Ares, is sensitive because of when he had to look after himself and his Mother when she went of the rails back home. He very rarely lets anyone close enough to see the soft side of him and if they do, he normally tries to hide it behind snarky comments, humor and his temper. He is also very charismatic and can make friends with normally whoever he pleases. He has a habit of using people though.
    Fatal Flaw: • He enjoys getting into fights and will sometimes pick fight with people over the smallest things and even if he is outnumbered, he would rather get a beating than back down. His pride is too big for that.


HIS PAST
    Mortal Family:
    “If anyone talks about my family…lets just say I’m not afraid of jail.”
    Rebecca Carter (Mother) and Grant Dickenson (Mother’s boyfriend)

    Brief History:
    James was born in one of the rougher ends of London, living with his single Mother who had only just turned nineteen. Rebecca was an alcoholic, and James had to grow up fast if he wanted to look after himself. With his Mother in and out of rehabilitation, James had to spend many months at a time with his Grandparents in Miami and was doing this from the age of six till he was eleven when his Mother finally got off the rails and he went home to London to live with her for good. Was he didn’t expect on his return was his Mother to find herself a boyfriend, who was one of the nicest, kindest man James had ever met and Rebecca had met him at Rehab.
    James’s school life had been affected massively as well with having been taken to Miami back to London every few months. It didn’t help that he had ADHD and he picked a lot of fights with others in school and out, most of the time winning but it wasn’t un-usual for his Mother or Grandmother to return to the house and find him with a black eye or broken hand. He was kicked out of many schools because of this and it didn’t help that he couldn’t learn efficiently due to his Dyslexia.
    After going a full year off the booze, James was thirteen when his Mother and Grant started to drink again. Grant turned from the nice, kind man that he was sober to an abusive, violent man when he had a few drinks. Grant hit Rebecca when he was angry and sometimes took his anger out of James. James went to his current high school with half of his face covered in cuts and bruises and hadn’t been in a fight for almost two weeks due to help with his RE teacher who was also the schools counselor. He told her all about Grant and how his Mother was too scared to go to the police as the booze made her confused. Miss Monroe called the police and social services took James to leave the United Kingdom for good to live permanently with his Grandparents. He had only been at his Grandparents for a month when his Mother called him from England, telling him all about his heritage. His Grandparents had already known and took him to Camp Half-Blood.


OTHER
    Pets: None.
    Talents: “My talent; picking up girls.”
    Because he lived in Miami and England all his life, he can switch accents whenever he pleases but he normally speaks in his true British accent which helps him pick up girls (If you can count this as a talent). He can box better than most his age.
    Weapons: He likes to use his fists so he got a Hephaestus camper to make him two rings that transformed into a pair of knuckle-dusters whenever he pressed the symbol down on the top. Other than that, he just sticks with a plain celestial sword and shield.

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TALIAH PENELOPE STEPHENS

identity?
daughter of aphrodite
age?
eighteen years old
born on?
june 5th, 1994
at her best?
here
at her worst?
here
BASICS
    Name: Taliah Penelope Stephens
    Nickname: Most people call her Stephens or Stevie because her older brother attended and was well known at camp before her and that used to be his nickname also, but she will introduce herself as Taliah. It's then that people will pick up on her nickname and probably start calling her it.
    Birthday: June 5th, 1994
    Age: Eighteen
    Godly parent: Aphrodite.
    Place of birth: Kent, England, Great Britain.
    Claimed: Yes; she was claimed on the spot, shortly after passing out after a stab wound when she was seven.
    Year-Round or Summer: Year-round.
    Years at camp: Eleven.


APPEARANCE

    Face claim: Emma Watson


PERSONALITY


    Fatal Flaws: • .


HIS PAST
    Mortal Family: No one would have ever expected Ricky Stephens to cheat on his wife Lauren, and no one back then ever did expect for his wife. He worked for a private company that sold motors to people all over England, walking around in fancy grey suits and travelling miles and miles every day. His wife was a house wife, already having one son early on named Will. Ricky never spent much time at home, and when he was he was a really good dad. He spent a lot of time and money and attention over his family of two, to the point where all the travelling didn’t matter because of the fuss he would make when he was around. Away on one business trip across the country, he met an extremely attractive woman that went by the name ‘Vena’, although he would later learn that was just one of many aliases. Nine months later a baby was dropped off at his house by this Vena and Rick was forced to tell his wife about the whole thing. Somehow, she forgave him, just glad to be a mother to a second child and have a daughter.

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Alright so Saph made this beautiful posts that I purchased and I love them and my thread looks sexy now. and the amount of inactive characters I discovered I actually had was the most depressing thing ever
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