Reality weakens the heart, but fantasies delude the mind.

Name: Ernest Hudson Giles
Nicknames: Hudson - "Don't call me Ernest, you're not allowed to call me that."
Age: 36 satyr years (18 human years)/December 25th, 1962
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demisexual
Place of Birth: Brooklyn, New York in the United States of America.
Years in Camp: 10 years
Year-Round or Summer Camper: He's a satyr, duh.


Other:
• His text color is #4f3669

Weapons:
• Two celestial bronze knives.
Hudson is better at manipulating the wild with his music rather than fighting in close combat, but if he were to be stuck in a situation such as, then he has two celestial bronze knives to slash the monsters with. It usually doesn’t kill the monster but it leaves them with a fair amount of wounds. He is never one for fighting anyway, and tries to get out of them.
• Violin.
He uses his trusty violin to play certain songs to attack enemies. Way to keep the satyr tradition, hey?


Playlist:
• Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Violin Concerto No. 1
| He controls vines straight from the ground to do his bidding… well at least he tries to; It just seems that the vines shoot out from the ground but have a mind on its own. The music is still pretty shaky, so he can’t really control who the plants are going to attack. This has resulted to him getting dragged by vines several times.
Mozart is not Hudson’s personal friend, since he is only used to doing violin covers for other genres than actually practicing originals.
• The String Quartet Tribute To Muse - Stockholm Syndrome
| Can chant animals/insects of the area around him to come to his bidding, used mostly for attack (possibly to buy time from a monster). He can’t control who the animals and insects are going to attack, but if they run out of there as soon as possible then maybe they can escape the chance of getting rabies, WNV or anything like that.
• Antonio Vivaldi – Four Seasons
| Can heal and recreate a bit of a destroyed environment - greener grass, healthier plants and trees, cleaner water, etc.; but for as long as he plays, his energy is drained so he can only heal a bit of the environment. Each of all four sets of concertos: spring, summer, autumn and winter – he can only play one concerto for each specific season they represent.
This is not something he has achieved completely; in fact he pretty much can’t do this ability right now, so it’ll take a lot of time.

Hudson is the average looking satyr, but with little tweaks and changes like that. He could possibly be the most shortest 36 year old ever, standing up to 5'4" feet tall. He weighs around 137 lbs, and is left with some muscle around his arms due to training in camp. He has a tan complexion on his upper body, and some moles left around it as well. For example, there is a noticeable mole located somewhere below his left cheek and right beside his mouth. There is also a birthmark on his back that looks like a baby chicken (as his mom puts it). He has a broad chin topped off with a bushy chin beard along with a sharp jaw line to indicate it. His horns are right up on his temples and curl up to the top, facing their directions. His ears are pointy, like an elf, and his left one is pierced with three small hoop earrings. His hair and fur is naturally born brown, but in recent times has dyed his curly hair into a ginger orange color. He tends to keep it. His irises are amber, colored with tints of green, brown and yellow highlight to finish it off. As you would guess, this satyr is indeed hairy, with sideburns, a beard, and a boatload amount of body hair.


Dressing Style:
His color palette? Purple. Purple, purple, purple is pretty much everywhere. Besides that, he likes to dress casually, with graphic t-shirts and of course, his favourite purple hoodie. But due to recent events relating to monsters and lava walls, his purple hoodie has been disintegrated and ridden with holes. This left him with a backup plan, his favourite one piece purple sweater.

MBTI Personality Archetype: ESFJ - The Caregiver
Hudson is what most individuals would call, 'the epitome of sarcasm'. You can just feel it from the vibes of his tone of voice and how he uses it that this guy is indeed a bit of a smartass. His monotone voice and his droll humor clearly says that he couldn't care less about a damn thing you say, unless it brings something up to the table.
He's a pretty calm individual, and isn't usually the one to start a ruckus, but he can of course start one if he doesn't agree with an individual's perspective or view. Hudson usually isn't interested of socializing with a person who doesn't have at least half a brain, which makes him quite picky about his relationships. Even so, he still does socialize with quite a lot of people, and most demigods would recognize him with his purple sweater and the vibrantly dyed ginger hair he has on and they would say "Oh, that's Hudson. He's a pretty cool satyr, but he can be a bit mean."
Hudson is quite the confident and independent individual. He's quite the mature one and tries to keep up to his age level, but that doesn't mean he won't put out a toilet joke once in a while (supposedly, that's usually for 'ironic' purposes). He is a critical individual to talk to, but he doesn't like to discriminate against others, nor does he tolerate it. He just picks on everyone equally.
He can put on quite a brash attitude at times, and will often seem like a jerk more than anything. If anything, he feels it better to have the harsh truth then a sugar-coated lie; it's why he gives out such harsh criticism on things. You can go ahead a leave a complaint in his complaint box, but it's not like he checks that crap, am I right? Well, he maybe a little harsh on everything at first, but he is indeed a man on the sentimental and caring side. His part of job is saving demigods, and making sure they can confide with him and trust him; it's why he's such a fantastic listener and can try to help others with their problems. His life advice can be sub-par, but at least he's willing to reach out to anyone that needs it.

Family:
Ridge Giles (satyr, father, deceased)- Ridge was Hudson's caring father, who raised him along with his girlfriend August in the environment of humans for most of his childhood.
Ridge was once a homeless satyr in disguise, living in the streets of New York after he was stripped of his title due to failing to save an assigned Hecate demigod from fatality. He met his long time best friend Gill McDermott after he saved him from getting caught by the police, stealing a jug of apple juice from a supermarket. Ever since then, he and Gill had gone through a series of adventures delivering the best news to the world before Ridge settled down with August.
When August had given birth to Hudson, he immediately decided that they should both raise him in human society, so he wouldn't feel the burden of his son making the same mistake as he did.
Around the time before him and August, he had made an empathy link with Gill so they can watch each other's backs. But because of this empathy link, Ridge had died the second Gill took a blow in the head from a Cyclops attack.

August Giles (cloud nymph, mother)- August is Hudson's cheer filled mother, who raised him along with her boyfriend Ridge in the environment of humans for most of his childhood. She was once a tour guide for tourists visiting New York, because she loves learning about humans and the places of the world.
She met Ridge while she was working at a beer pub around Brooklyn, and Ridge had been quite hammered by the time he even spoke his first words to her. While trying to take care of the intoxicated satyr, helping him with his gag reflex in the bathroom, she immediately discovered that he was an intoxicated satyr and took him to her condominium so he wouldn't get spotted by humans.
Ever since then, they had developed a special relationship with each other and both decided to settle in and make a family.
Both him and August had committed to raise Hudson by themselves, even if it developed complications for them.
When both Ridge and Gill had died, August couldn't handle putting Hudson into danger as well, so she had decided to place him in Camp Half Blood, where he stayed for a decade afterwards.
Shortly around that time, August had moved out of the condominium and had decided to travel the world, promising to visit Hudson and take him out of town every birthday.

Gill McDermott (Hermes demigod, godfather, deceased)- Gill McDermott was a son of Hermes, the divine messenger of the gods. He was taken to Camp Half Blood around 8 years old and moved out to start pursuing a journalist career. He began working freelance and publishing for other companies as well. Eventually, he was hired to write top stories for the New York Times, and has then developed an addiction to never staying in one place. Along with being a journalist, he was also part of a group of grown demigods who commit themselves to chase any monsters out the premises of the city, and prevent them from harming any mortals.
Gill was Hudson's godfather, violin tutor and long time buddy. Hudson had pretty much replicated his sardonic-cool demeanor and had been passed down his violin skills as well.
Gill retaliated against the fact that they would raise him in such conditions, but he didn't want to go against Ridge's wishes. So he dedicated most of his life trying to help Hudson be more comfortable growing up in his own skin in a society of mortals who are completely oblivious of his kind.
At the time of his death, he was contacted by other demigods, warning him about a Cyclopes intrusion in Brooklyn. It was close to the area where Ridge and his family lived, so he had decided to take action and charge.
From the pit of his stomach, he knew that he wouldn't even survive a Cyclops attack; so he had written a letter to August, in case if he actually hadn't survived. He also knew that he would be taking Ridge with him as well, leaving their family fatherless.


History:
Being born from straight from the Big Apple, Hudson was always looked down upon as some sort of special case. Satyrs like to refer to other satyrs like him as 'urbanized', in the rare case of a satyr being born and raised in an urbanized environment. Hudson would agree that he indeed was a special case, but most individuals of his kind don't seem to understand at all, and let their ignorance judge his life story for them. This of course heavily applied to the topic of Hudson and his love life.
"Was your girlfriend a Bonsai tree?"
"Or was your girlfriend more of the water type, perhaps a bottle of water?"
"Because we all know the closest you can get to a star nymph in the city is looking through a telescope!"
Indeed, satyrs were making very pervasive assumptions about his love life.
Nonetheless, Hudson wouldn't even care if he happened to find a bride from a potted plant from Wal-Mart, because living in the city could have possibly been the best times for him. The city was but a gigantic concrete jungle, and to him, that was just his environment.
The 26 year old (13 in h.yrs) was just fast asleep in the comfortable covers of his bed. After a course of practicing his violinist skills, he deemed himself worn out and went off to bed for the night. He would have expected his mother to come home from her shift, and his father to give her an invitation into his arms just to tell her how much he missed her during the day. You know, that type of sappy romantic manoeuvring.
Instead, he was awaken by his mother, who was abruptly shaking him out from slumber and was in a complete panic. August was holding a hyacinth blossoming in a pile of dirt in her cupped hand. He opened his eyes to see her in a teary mess, and she began to weep the hardest he'd ever found her to. Something had destroyed the cheerful demeanor his mother had once put on, and he didn't understand at first. But he looked down at the new blooming hyacinth in her hands and didn't realize it at first... but that flower was actually the reincarnation of his father.
They made their way to Gill's house, and barged into the door as fast as they got out of the car. They were frantic, because if Ridge had died, then Gill might as well had been dead as well. They searched far and wide for him, but couldn't find him anywhere. It was until Hudson had found a letter specifically addressed for his mom, resting on a vase of flowers in the living room.

“Dear August,
I was called immediately by another group of demigods to come over to the Downtown area to assist on what seemed to be a monster bombardment on the streets. There have been reports on Cyclops onslaughts appearing all over the place, and tonight’s was reported somewhere around your area so I had to come by there immediately to assist.
If you did receive this letter when you were searching for me around the house, I have something I’ll try to tell you.
My words can’t express how much you all mean to me, each one of you holds something dear inside my heart. If you are heartbroken and traumatized to what has happened tonight, I am truly sorry for what I have caused. I know how much he means the world to you, and I let that all be taken away because we formed a link together that would lead our fates into the same time that I have failed to live on for another day.
I can’t let you risk Ernest to face a danger far too greater, and I have told Ridge about this many times. But you must take him over to Camp Half Blood. You can’t raise a satyr in an environment where he can be easily exposed without training. He needs to know what it’s like to finally be himself around other people that won’t demonize him for that. That will have to be mandatory now.
I am so sorry August, things will get complicated if you keep going down the road like this.
I love every single one of you.
Your long time friend, Gill McDermott”
And thus the decision was final. Hudson had packed his things to departure for camp the next day. He remembers that night perfectly. And his mother when she tightly held onto the pot of his father’s hyacinth and waving him goodbye somberly, giving him a broken smile.
Before staying in Camp Half Blood, he wanted to become a musician, a famous violinist. But due to his exterior look, he couldn't possibly accomplish this dream of his. Even if Hudson feels more into the city, he can never be part of a functioning society. It's the same with the other satyrs at camp, he had little to no experience with the wilderness at all. He was two worlds colliding into one another, like oil and water, and he would just feel more lost about himself.
But even if was in a loss of his identity, he had realized that he had the best of both worlds he had experienced from. Camp Half Blood became his new family, and even if they can never replace what he had lost, at least it was better than nothing.

Name: Jacabo McIntyre
Nicknames:
• Jay; people with a reasonable head call him that.
• The Red Ninja; that's his gang name, you know man?
Age:16 yrs/August 20th, 1996
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual, but bicurious.
Place of Birth: Queens, New York in United States.
Godly Parent: Hermes/Ἑρμῆς - Messenger of the Gods/ God of travel, thievery and roads.
Years in Camp: 1 Year
Year-Round or Summer Camper: Year-Rounder. He doesn't plan to come back home anytime soon.


Other:
• His text color is #b22222

Demigod Talents:
• Parkour – Due to experience running from cops, crazy people, and gang members he just doesn’t think running in a straight line would do him any good. For years, he has practiced the arts of parkour to swiftly run to one place or another while moving around different kinds of obstacles – walls, garbage cans, fences etc. He’s still a traceur in training, so he’s not crazy skilled jumping from one roof to another; because let’s face it; no one would be doing crazy stunt moves while trying to run away from the cops.
• Swift Runner – He claims himself to run at the speed of light but he can’t even catch up quickly to a nymph yet. He may not be Sonic the Hedgehog, but he’s a pretty fast runner and could possibly beat you in a race.
• Ninja Red– Due to the thieving skills that run through his blood, he was a great use for the operation he once was in. Being the 13 year old boy that stole $150 worth of jewelry from ditzy, filthy rich people in a 5 star restaurant, he was pretty much praised by the others. He was the Red Ninja, the boy who can sneak upon people and steal their personal belongings with no avail. Though he’s not a super ninja that can rob banks and valuable gems from museums; he can pickpocket and break into properties and steal items he can easily fit in his pockets.


Weapons:
Big Al - A thick celestial bronze sword that transforms into a bat – Jay usually carries his weapon around in bat form, just in case anyone would want to come up and try to mess around with him.

Pet: N/A

MBTI Personality Archetype: ESTP - The Doer

Family:
Agatha Cooney (biological mother; deceased) -
Agatha was one woman of spirituality and in a constant desperation to keep her word… even to let her own self go as well. She was once a travelling saleswoman and part-time pickpocket, getting profits off of her stolen goods. She had a crazy, ditzy personality, but she still had that flair to make other mortals want to buy her crap so she could pay with her struggling bungalow rent.
Her life was out of the norm for society.
For over 20 years, she has been part of a life indoctrination process of being part of a ‘secret society’. She was once part of a cult, a secret society fit for the lords of their religion as they said to themselves. Only the special ones were deemed worthy, but to defy their lords is to defy their existence and that meant a death penalty. Agatha was in fact a special kind, but grade A and top class special. She was looked upon as one of the lords’ daughters, and a respected individual among her secret society. She saw things that could never be seen in a normal mortal’s eyes, so they believe that she can see what the lords have brought to them as gifts from their own worlds. But let’s quit the religious crap and skip to the point; she had the ability to see past the Mist.
She defied the rules of her cult by interacting with an outsider and bearing a child with him – this outsider was of course Hermes, messenger of the gods.
For being a rule breaker, she was bombarded with cult members, torturing her and injecting lethal drugs into her system. She was found brutally murdered the next day when the mailwoman found blood splattered all over her windows… and the door unlocked.
When the police was holding an investigation around her home, they found her baby hidden deep inside her closet when they heard his cries. Since Agatha had no other living relatives, he was immediately sent to an orphanage.

Elena McIntyre (Adoptive mother)-
Elena is a deadbeat woman, without a well paying job to afford herself a house and only bottles of vodka and whisky to keep herself company. She had been severely stuck with depression for over the course of Jay's living life, and she never did provide enough of her love for him. She gets paychecks sent in from her parents every single month; hell, his grandparents were the ones to even provide him with an education.
She fails hard to be a mother to Jay, and only does keep him in the apartment because she did adopt him.
But Elena wasn't like that once. She was once a woman, with big hopes and dreams for the future. She was going to marry the love of her life, and she was going to have a family with him as well. They had invested together a future that they would live themselves and saved up money to pay for it all.
The first moment she saw Jacabo, she immediately picked him from all the rest. It was his cheerful and upright attitude that attracted her to him. The main reason why she had been adopting a child in the first place was because she was infertile.
The moment she stepped into the church, wearing her long wedding gown... it was that moment her whole entire future changed. That man of hers was a no show. He had left even before the ceremony had started. As it turns out, he was committing infidelity with another woman and had no plans for a future with Elena at all. He had taken the rest of the money from their shared bank account and left without saying a word.
She could never recover from that moment, and the hopes of having a future slowly dwindled and fell apart when she discovered the world of depression and alcoholism.


History:
For most of his childhood life, Jacabo had been raised in an orphanage. The orphanage had been the most safest place for him to life in. All the kids and the caretakers treated one another as if they were one big family. Hell, even the caretakers had named him themselves, since he was brought in with no name at all. One thing's for sure, they given him an identity to live by, and some fond memories to reminiscence about in the future.
Jacabo was a hyperactive and troublesome boy, and caused all kinds of troubles with the people around him. He happened to be a big kleptomaniac as well, stealing toys and valuables. Even if he did get people angry and got in trouble, the kids still looked up to him as their own sibling, their own blood. He was indeed a handful to deal with, which is why most parents who came in absolutely turned him down. He had waited 7 years to finally be adopted by what had looked like to be a loving woman before, now turned into a wicked wench. Oh, how he does miss that orphanage so much.
Growing up, his adoptive mother had been very neglecting of him. She went to house parties and clubs, and worked shifts in a convenience store as well. Sometimes, Jacabo would run away from home and disappear just to grab her attention. Of course, she never does.
That's why Jacabo was such an underachiever. His marks were never that great at school and he was always absent as well. There were no people to motivate him to pursue anything, and he felt himself feeling worthless each and every single day.
He became the class bully, using every opportunity to take his anger out at the weaker kids on the playground. He got suspended so many times for all the trouble and neglecting his schoolwork that he eventually got expelled from his school. He transferred to another school for troubled teens and complete drop outs, but he never did take care of his grades at all. He was an academic failure.
But, his whole life purpose had changed when he had decided to join a street gang of delinquents. He was 13, and he had ran away from home again. Waking up on a rotten mattress in an alleyway, he caught a girl being harassed by what looked to be gang members. They pinned her down to a wall, and her expression read fear as they began to make a move on her. Jacabo had been disgusted to see what was in front of him, and was angered by what they were doing to her. He had spot a metal baseball bat just by the distance, and picked it up. As soon as he did, his fighting instincts took over him and began to charge at the perpetrators. One by one, he single-handedly beat the men to a pulp, and most others began to run away from the scene. The girl had planted a kiss on his cheek that day, and thanked him for being such a hero. That's when her boyfriend drove in with his gang buddies in a van. Obviously, he was late for the party, and was skeptical as to why his girlfriend was hugging a random stranger. "He saved me from the rivals! Look, he even beat them to death with that bat of his!"
And that's how he joined a street gang of delinquents, and earning his place in the world by being a lawbreaker of society. He went through it all: Robbing convenience stories, stealing and pick pocketing, getting into rumbles with other gang members and running away from the cops. This was the first time he ever used his demigod abilities on any purpose: to steal and pickpocket from unsuspecting people and to run away quickly from the po-po.
He was notoriously known as The Red Ninja, for his thieving skills and his impressive parkour, and the simple fact that he was indeed a ginger.
One day, his gang was scheduled for a rumble against rivals they have had a beef with for a long time, meeting at an alleyway in the streets of the ghetto. What he had noticed about these goons was that they were gigantic in size, with messed up looking faces and really sharp teeth. The oddball of the entire group was what looked like to be a really short dude with elbow crutches, wearing a purple sweater.
But the rumble had soon ended when the weirdest crap had happened... they started to throw fireballs at them, and directly at Jacabo. Of course, the rest of his team mates ran off to save their asses, and their sanity. But Jacabo stayed where he was, because for some reason, he felt the need to finish this fight off. But what was really appaling to him was that the short cripple in purple had began to fight them off himself, throwing knives straight at their eyes and playing violin music to summon plants out the ground to strangle them. And the catch is... he wasn't a cripple in purple, but a dude with goat legs in purple.
Jacabo stood there in awe, watching the goat man trying to dissolve every single giant with throwing knives… and finally wrapping the whole entire area with vines while playing a damn violin. The goat boy came over to him, handed him a sword and looked at him sternly in the eye, “Might need some help here, demigod.”
And the weirdest experience he has ever had… must have been the most exhilarating experience that he ever had.
But after they both defeated the giants together, Jacabo collapsed on the ground, possibly due to shock.

Name: Benjamin Salinas
Nicknames:
• Ben; It's preferable.
• Benji; Nobody calls Benjamin that name, but only a special person has done so.
Age: 17/March 3, 1996.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Place of Birth: Montreal, Quebec in Canada.
Godly Parent: Morpheus/Μορφέας – The God of Dreams, Leader of the Oneiroi
Years in Camp: 3 Years
Year-Round or Summer Camper: He goes wherever he goes.


Other:
• His text color is #003366

Demigod Talents:
• The Blink –
The Blink is a special method that Benjamin uses to profile and collect his information from a person or an object face to face or in description. By looking at the details of the exterior, he can use that to dive into the interior of a person or thing. It's almost as if the object articulates themselves in his eyes to get a better, coherent view about them. A brief description of them is even enough, but it works better if he is face to face with them. It's what makes him an information broker, and a great asset for spy missions. The problem with this ability is that he can't predict major events that will revolve around the person, but little things such as relationship problems. He can't predict the appending doom of an individual or anything major like that. Usually, he uses this ability to debunk rumors or to solve riddles and tiny pieces of prophecies. He's not a complete mind reader with this ability, but it's what makes him a fantastic information broker.
This could have been a method he had developed himself during his childhood.
• Oneironautics –
This enables the boy to explore a person’s dreams and alter them. He can only alter things like background scenery or some people the person dreams off, he doesn’t have the power to alter the entire dream. The impact of his changes can be variable, depending on the knowledge he has of this person and how he manipulates the dream. He also uses this kind of power to gather information of other people.
• Dreamer’s Summoning –
He can make a person or a monster dream for a few minutes to an hour, whether it’s a dream or a nightmare. Usually, this takes a lot of creativity and brain juices to make them fall over and sleep for a period of time. The dreaming period depends on the impact of what kind of dream or nightmare he makes them sleep through. If he were to cast a dream with this ability, the dreams usually last around an hour or so if they succeed, but if he got a child of Hypnos to help him out then they might dream for 2-4 hours due to the extended sleeping power. Usually, he uses this ability to help people sleep with his therapeutic sessions, like a dose of warm milk in their system.
• Oneirophrenic Attack –
o•nei•ro•phre•ni•a
n.
1. A mental state that is characterized by hallucinations and other disturbances and is associated with prolonged deprivation of sleep, sensory isolation, or psychoactive drugs.

So basically, what its saying is that Benjamin can actually cast this kind of state onto a person, flushing them down with hallucinations (often these hallucinations deal with a person's worst nightmares) . He hasn't quite mastered this ability yet and only uses it as a last resort to escape. There is a probability that the victim will be left stunned and unable to think properly for a short period of time, or it will simply get out of their system as fast as it got into them. It’s almost like a curse to put onto someone, and will require a lot of Benjamin's energy as well. Not only will it cause damage mentally to the person he casts it on, but it will cause damage to him physically due to amounts of power withdrawal he’d go through.


Weapons:
He uses a poleaxe with a sharp pointed end to use as a spear as well, it transforms into a garbage picker… in case he picks up any interesting specimen.

Pets:
N/A

It may not be so obvious at first, but Benjamin is indeed a Filipino-Canadian, born straight from the French colony of Quebec. He's the kind of Filipino kid that gets constantly mistaken for being Chinese, but he tends to push that aside and makes fun of the situation - "I'm actually Chinese-Spanish-Filipino, okay?"
He stands at an average height, standing around 5"7' feet. He's not too chunky, nor is he lean, since he does keep himself doing quite a bit of exercise. He does quite a bit of dance, practicing breaking and hip-hop and other forms of dance, usually for fun. He also does a bit of tai-chi in the morning just to get himself ready for the day. This makes him weighing around 134 pounds, which isn't so bad for the average human individual.
He's got short hair, and a normal looking fringe that really separates itself quite a bit. He does keep it brushed and tidy, making sure cowlicks are eliminated in place. He has a pale complexion, due to staying mostly indoors most of the day. He usually takes tons of naps during the day, and only comes out to do productive things around night time. His irises are vibrant with a brown color, added with a purple tint. He doesn't have a great range of vision, which is why you would usually see him with black rimmed glasses on.
He usually puts on a gentle look on his face, since he always has that calm sleeping expression with his soft smile. He also has noticeable dimples developing on his face when he smiles or grins. But knowing his personality, it usually does look a bit demonic.


Dressing Style:
His usual attire consists of colorful clothing contrasted with dark shaded colors. Like wearing brightly colored button up shirts with a contrast of a dark sweater vest. With his button ups, he puts on these fabulous bowties because they make him feel sharp. When he goes travelling, he usually put on a long black double breasted coat on, keeping all hands in his pockets.

MBTI Personality Archetype: INTJ - The Scientist
Benjamin is what you can call eccentric at best. A boy with a strange kooky attitude had always deemed to most people as something to get away from. His introverted and kept personality had always isolated him from the rest of the crowd, but not that he minds much anyway. He is quite the curious lad and loves to learn about things all extra terrestrial and strange. It might be a known fact that he is superstitious about the existence of aliens; because if the gods exist in the universe, wouldn't it be great if there were other living beings as well?
Benjamin seems to have quite a fascination about his father, and tries to imitate his kind of work by providing dream therapeutic sessions for demigods who perhaps have trouble dreaming at night, or those who want to get away from all the stress of being a hero in training. But the case may be that his father might not think so highly of him... for being such a corrupted boy.
He's a nasty sardonic person, with a tongue that holds words that burn off. He's not as friendly as you would think, and not as honest as well.
Benjamin is a complete sociopath. He is an introvert to a whole new entire level. He may not seem to be all that bad at first, but his behavior can get a tad psychopathic. He lacks a sense of moral conscience, and quite frankly, does not care of other individuals around him. He only does provide his services to get a kick out of people reactions. He does admit this himself, but he just loves messing around with people's emotions. He's a twisted man who only values other human beings as a form of entertainment. He claims to do his work for humanitarian purposes, but it's obvious that's not the case most of the time. Manipulative and a compulsive liar, Benjamin is a boy you wouldn't want to mess with. He is power-hungry with knowledge, and can use this to potentially harm others.
Of course, there are times in his life where he wasn't as cruel and nasty with other individuals. When he wasn't as deceitful, and maybe a little bit truthful. When you happen to become a person he can really trust, he could possibly open up a wide range of emotions that he'd kept so secure inside himself. When you do see him break down in weakness, maybe you can catch a glimpse of his human nature.
Likes: "Human beings", butterflies, dreaming.
Dislikes: Social interaction, defeat, weakness.
Fatal Flaw: He keeps a lot of his troubles and insecurities to himself, not ever letting anyone see him with a face of emotions. The problem with being emotionless is that it could possibly damage the human individuality that he is of right now.

Family:
Maricel Salinas (Mother) -
Mama Maricel is an idealistic, but hardworking woman. She is a psychologist working in her own office in Queens, New York. She is the caring mother of Benjamin and has always tried to be there for him, even if he constantly pushes her away and disappears for long periods of time. Her true worries are only relating to him, and if her baby will ever come back home to her.
Irene Salinas (Twin Sister, daughter of Morpheus- deceased)- Irene was Benjamin's best friend, and his little sister by only 2 minutes. She could have possibly been the only person that he ever tolerated. She was diagnosed with acute leukemia and died on March 4th, right after their 14th birthday.
She was the only one allowed to call him "Benji".

History:
If you truly understand what Benjamin is all about, then he would have revealed the secrets of his past to you, which of course would be unbelievable impossible. Benjamin likes to keep himself on the discreet mysterious side; maybe he's trying to protect his identity? Or maybe it's just a topic he doesn't like to disclose with others? He's not exactly a well-behaved demigod, but nor is he a rogue, but he is sure many other people he had met along the way would have the need to dismantle him.
From what we all know so far is that he has a dead twin sister, and a mother that's still alive and waiting for his return. But from what he can tell you personally from his history is that his childhood was bleak and boring. Just a lonely little boy who never was a fit piece for the puzzle, and always being left alone in the box. He had only a sister to cling onto wherever they would go, and only he confided his feelings with her. Maybe he had been an innocent little boy from the start, but it's a true fact that his whole world had changed when lost that one person who was literally his only friend.
Not much else is known from there, but somewhere around the age of 15 he had became a renowned underground information broker. It is said he can solve the mysteries of the most mysterious man himself by giving him one swooped glance. But how could a mere child of Morpheus know about such things? Well... who knows?

Name: Marion Warrick
Nicknames: Casanova "Only my father addresses me as such, but he's a complete tool for doing so."
Age: 15/July 14, 1997
Gender: Agendered, biologically male.
Orientation: Pansexual
Place of Birth: Detroit, Michigan in The United States
Godly Parent: Aphrodite/Ἀφροδίτη - Goddess of Love and Beauty, Lady of the Doves.
Years in Camp: Fairly new, only been in camp for 6 months
Year-Round or Summer Camper: Undecided, but could be a summer camper since he wants to finish school


Other:
• His text color is #e3c176

Demigod Talents:
• Charm- It's not anything close to Charmspeak at all. He doesn't charming words to manipulate someone or something to go as he says. He just uses body language and flair to stun an opponent for less than 2 minutes tops. He is pretty much being a Pokémon.

Weapons:
• A dagger
• A lightweight sword that transforms into a fencing sword

Pets:
What he also brought along with him to Camp was his pet canary, Popcorn. His father gave it to him as a present in his 14th birthday, since he was obsessed with tiny birds, especially canaries.
Popcorn inherited her name due to her yellow feathers and all, representing buttered popcorn.

Marion is a fairly tall person, standing right around the height of 5"10'. He's not much of a workout person, being all lanky and skinny, so he weighs right around 115 pounds to add up to that. As you would know by now, Marion would rather be on a runway strutting it rather than training himself to kill monsters for his survival. However, he would mainly focus more on his agility and flexibility skills rather than how much pounds he can hold. His true philosophy of survival is to just hit and run, and if not that, then miss and run.
He was born with a platinum blonde hair color that all Warricks are genetically passed down with, and is composed with curls that form around where his hair starts cascading downwards. Dealing with perfect curls is a pain itself, but it's always best to keep it neat and tidy then unruly and scrunchy.
He has the type of look in his eyes that you would find quite charming. It's colored with a pale shade of brown, and paired off with big black circular framed glasses, because he's just way to broke to even afford some proper contacts. Marion began to lose his vision around the 7th grade, not particularly fond of the concept of wearing glasses at first. But eventually, he finds that they are a great accessory to wear and does suit him quite a bit.
You would always find him clad with a calm, neutral expression, along with his signature smirk on the face.

Dressing Style:
You will never, ever see him without a sweater vest, because not only are they stylish but they are the greatest gender-neutral article of clothing he has ever laid on his body. He simply just loves them, even if people look down on him that he looks like a "complete tool".
Along with sweater vests, he takes an interest in the modern day "hipster fashion" - wearing beanies, plaid pants, keffiyeh scarves, button downs and all of that fun stuff. He takes a pleasure with trying out different kinds of fashion, but this kind has struck him to be somewhat of an inspiration to his life.
But of course, there are these moments when dressing up doesn't feel much necessary. When he is about to slumber, or just hanging out with personal friends, he dresses up in regular worn out jeans, band shirts and sweaters. Usually his father would provide him hand me downs when he grows out of them or shrinks them in the dryer.

MBTI Personality Archetype: ESTP - The Doer
Marion is what you can call a very whip-smart teenager. He is snarky and sardonic to the extent of being somewhat obnoxious about it. He likes to throw people off with his quick wit, and always strives to get the last word; so you can imagine that he can be quite dominating when it comes to conversation. This particular frustration when talking to Marion is heavily experienced by Fredrick, and would like to advise everyone to not make a complete fool of yourself in front of him.
His attitude is highly influenced with his intelligent cleverness, and is 94.3333333....% sure he knows what to say. If someone proves him wrong, he will shrug it off, but knowing that deep inside his ego kind of chipped off a bit.

He isn't a complete sociopath though, he loves to socialize with human beings, because who doesn't like to feel superior around stupid people, really? Just kidding with the statement and all; he loves having company around! Hanging out with a circle of friends has never bothered him at all, and usually his sense of humor can broad to people as uniquely aggravating, but funny, but some end up laughing anyway.
Along with being sociable, he just loves flirting with random people in random times when felt necessary. It really doesn't matter if you're attractive or not, he will slip a flirty joke now and then, proving the point that he can be quite an immature lewd person at times.

Alongside being born with such amazing traits, he can also become sensitive and overly emotion if things don't go the way he wants them to. The change of tone of his voice will be apparent if you indeed have offended him and crossed a specific border which you have crossed over. He doesn't like to show it, but it really is easy to penetrate his feelings. He is still quite overly sensitive of what others have to say to him, and tries to present himself in the best shape and form as possible. At times of trouble, he becomes overly emotional, often resulting to locking himself up in his own room in isolation for a couple of days. It's difficult to get him completely upset, but he will take it hard.

He's also quite controlling and dominant over the people he loves. He's always trying to get his friends to take his advice, 'insuring' that they don't mess up in whatever they are doing. It's due to the fact he is always obsessive in everything to be right and to always be right. He becomes very overprotective with the people his loves, especially in dire hard situations. He is willing to take whatever stand he can get, insuring their safety and all. Of course, it does get a bit too clingy.

Likes: Organization and tidiness, sweater vests (very gender neutral and stylish), Rock music (pretty much inherited from his dad), MIKA (pretty much inherited from himself and his dad can never get over his obsession with this man's music. Marion doesn't give a single damn about what his father thinks of this. MIKA is amazing.)
Dislikes: Ignorant people (it's the 21st Century! There is no excuse to be so!), Asparagus and Brussel Sprouts (he can eat other vegetables but not that, especially not that.)

Fatal Flaw: He has higher expectations for himself, and strives to not mess up as much as possible. Although, his pickiness might just lead to more trouble for him.

Family:
Fredrick Warrick (Father) - "Yes, I did in fact inherit my sassiness from my father. But I still don't know where I inherited most of my everything from."

Fredrick is a man, a man that was one of a kind.
A bachelor of true heart, searching for love in a big city weaving the sake of his future with the craft talented hands he was bestowed open with.
Meaning, he is a lonely single male trying to find a career with his major in Art and Design, in a city such as Detroit where there is possibly no chance on getting an art career there.

Fredrick is a self-hired interior designer who gets commissions through the depths of his email inbox, and comes home ultimately with the choices of his clients, complaining to Marion about how sometimes he forgets he's a designer and not a slave. On his spare time, he critically studies shows such as Design Inc., playing rock covers and failing to compose his own music with his electric guitar or goes out to local hangouts with his 30 year aged buddies to pick up drinks or chicks.
In contrast to his son's nitpicky perfectionist trait; Fredrick is a sloppy, disorderly man who can't even find his own pair of socks in his own messy, disorganized room. Fredrick was more like a teenager like Marion is less like a child, considering he is somewhat a bit too immature.

He works full time as a waiter in a fancy restaurant with 'rich, crusty, white' customers, quote on quote what he would also complain about to his son. Superficiality is a personal pet peeve of him, and he just hated when they call him back over to find that they aren't satisfied with the French onion soup; especially since he can only afford that frozen from a Costco.
Since waiting just can't cover with all the payments he has to do, he also works half time doing retail at a Target, and that job sure as hell isn't a walk down a park either.
He could never give up waiting, because of his financial issues and the fact that he met Marion's mother and had a baby with her.

Fredrick was the best father he can be for Marion; he wasn't exactly the best of fathers, but working three jobs and sacrificing all his time for his son is the best that he can do. No one had ever given him any support raising Marion, not even his entire family.
It's why they feel it's always important to stick to each other, having each other's backs and never doubting one another. If no one would look out for them for their times of trouble, then they will survive through these drastic measures life hands for them.

Due to the fact that his father had promiscuous sex with another woman and created Marion, him and his father had been excluded from the rest of the Warrick family.

Their family consisted of successful people: lawyers, doctors, physicians, veterans, etc.; On top of that, they were also the most conservative of families, following the old timey ways that had been established ten generations before them.
Including Fredrick: the poverty stricken single father with a child who has never seen his mother is going to taint the precious fruits of the family tree. If they had a bad apple in the family, the Warrick name will be surely be spoiled!

But that'd never let Fredrick down. He was always the black sheep of the family, unwilling to become oppressed by day-old rules enforced by a bunch of bland religious dictators.
Besides, meeting her could have possibly been the best thing that has happened to him.

He met her working at another place, a combination of a bar and restaurant, serving top-middle class dishes for people who can afford more than a McDonalds meal.
Aphrodite happened to reserve an entire booth for herself, and he noticed that the manager didn't even tell her off for that.
Who knew he'd be inviting an actual Greek Goddess into his tiny bungalow?

They only had a relationship for 5 months until she has to suddenly leave for 'matters' that are happening in the family.

4 months afterwards, he opens the door from a strange knock at 10 in the night, only to find baby Marion, right on his doorstep covered in sheets of blankets and various animal furs in a weaved basket, right at his doorstep.

Being a single father is not something he can't just pull off with a degree. He can go ahead and try to ditch his responsibilities, but where is that going to get him morally?

With serious financial problems back then, having to pay for a baby's survival wasn't something he was jazzed about at first.
But raising Marion had shaped his entire life.
In due time, he shaped up to become the best father he can be, even with a few rough mistakes over here and there. Fredrick and Marion were almost like best friends, going to places together and sharing the same interests.
There were times where their refrigerator was completely empty and his father had to bring over leftovers from work, and there were times where Marion argued with his father for being 'incompetent' or 'lazy'. They always had times of trouble, but afterwards, they would set all of that aside. They will always right at each other's back, no matter how much they both get pissed off at each other.
The relationship between him and his son was something pure and genuine.

History:
Marion's life has been nothing but average everyday mess of pure horrid mortal life.
It was a mixture of everything that is wrong with living in the world, as well as the perks of being a human being as well.
He was raised in Detroit with his father working three jobs just to support both of them plus pay all the bills that they need to pay.

Growing up, he hated the pressure of trying to be a 'normal boy' in society. Everyone expected him to trade Yu Gi Oh cards or participate in sports like any other 'normal boy' would do.
In reality, he was completely unsure if he was a boy or a girl at all.
Marion felt he never had fit into the gender boxes society tries to shove He never fit in with the requirements of a 'normal, masculine boy'; He was androgynous to the extent of where people couldn't tell whether he was a girl or a really effeminate boy.
The bullies at school loved to pick on that about him, and turned it into some sort of flaw he should be ashamed of.

Fredrick supported his son in every shape and way that he can. He understood how much of a pain it was to be in Marion's side.
He wasn't sure about how he can help him with his gender identity issues, so he started buying him gender neutral clothing and Lego building blocks as toys. He didn't want to pressure him into choosing his identity, so he tried to be subtle with it.
He was a pretty great father for the most part, always making sure he'd provide the best for his son, with all of his love and his support.

Besides all of that, Marion was a pretty smart kid for the most part. He would gain high marks in his English, Math and History and was always that one kid with the high scoring test results. People would be totally surprised to see that he wasn't an Athena kid, but an Aphrodite child. He likes to take pride on the fact that he amplifies that not all love children are materialistic, dumbfounded and snobby. He has earned his love of music from his father and learned how to play a few songs with him, having jam sessions every Friday night from the time he knew how to hold a guitar.

Around the age of eight, he had already started to develop feelings for one of the kids on the playground. But they weren't feelings set out for a girl, they were all captured by one particular boy.
Fredrick decided to wait by the schoolyard so he can watch over as his son would finally confess to the boy of 'his dreams', just to give him so moral support.
It ended up with his crush pushing him down on the floor, being totally disgusted by the fact that the girly guy has a crush on him. Fredrick had quickly run over to seek justice against the boy until something had happened.
Marion began to glow in a light pink, and changing his entire appearance into a sharp fine looking lad with fluffy curls and a nice peach dress shirt with a simple sweater vest to match.
Above his head was glowing sign of a heart and a dove, the symbols of Aphrodite.
Everyone had surrounded him by then, mystified of his transformation instead of laughing at him for doing something he thought would set his heart on the right path.

After all that has happened then, Fredrick decides it was best to follow his son's mother's wishes and relocate to a specific location in which both of them will know they will be safe. So at the age of 9, Marion and his father pack their bags and move over to the Big Apple and stay in an apartment complex in Brooklyn.

Marion has grown to have a taste of fashion, which was quite expected from a child of Aphrodite.
Although obsessed with his looks, he has also been obsessed with his grades and his intelligence. This results to always having the last word when him and his father debate about various things. Fredrick should be proud of that, but he gets quite pissed when Marion doesn't let anything go the way he wants it to.

During the time living in New York, Fredrick had been teaching Marion about his Greek demigod identity by reading up on Greek Mythology and ecstatically sharing the facts with him.
"Hey, guess what! Your mom was formed from the sea foam when Kronos's cut his dad's genitalia off and threw it to the sea!"
"Wait... what?"
They have also read up pamphlets on what Aphrodite have left them about Camp Half Blood, and where to go if Marion ever decides to want to be trained.
Once summer, after his 15th birthday, he had decided it was time to join the leagues of the great demigods. It was a tough decision to let go of his son, but Fredrick eventually agreed, knowing that it would be the best for his case.