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Camp Half Blood is the sister site of Camp Jupiter.
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Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:45 pm
Agatha Jane Morrow
Birth Certificate Age: 18 Birthday: January 1st, 1995 Gender: Female Godly Parent: Ares Mortal Parent: Imogene Morrow Birth Place: Manhattan, New York, U.S.A. Height: 5'11
The Inside Orientation: Pansexual Health:Depression Fatal Flaw:
The Outside Talents: Weapons and Running Weapon of Choice: Spear Relationship Status: Single
The Big Three History: "What did you do to your skin?" my mother asked me when I arrived home at three in the morning on a Tuesday. I was exhausted honestly. I'd been out all night for the past three nights. Sleeping at Courtney's apartment. I brushed the back of my messy brown hair down. I yawned. I tossed my jean jacket on the kitchen counter and leaned my elbows on it. My tattoos were pretty eye catching, I guess you could say. They weren't bad or anything. Greyscale butterflies and flowers. To some it was lame, and I could understand why. To me, it represented my life. The tattoos being the fact that I had a shitty life and I was not cookie-cutter perfect. The designs themselves being my dreams of being free and happy for once. I had also tattooed a semicolon on my wrist. Mom looked at me. "Well?" she asked again. I sighed. "Tattoos. You mad?" I said. She shook her head. "I like 'em. You want some food?" I shook my head, clutching my stomach. I managed to shamble my way up this three stairs in our apartment and down the hallway to my room. It was dark and scary, at least that's what I had thought as a child. I crashed on my bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was sunset. I checked my clock. I missed school. Again. Slept through an entire day. Mom wouldn't be home for a few hours. So, I climbed out of my window and on to the fire escape. I hung on the rails, staring down at the awakening city. Note, I may have only been in a thin and loose grey tank top and my knickers, but I didn't care. I clutched the necklace that my mother gave me when I was five. It was from my father, she said. It was that weird war-symbol thing. Mom said dad had left for war and was reported MIA. I never saw him. Suddenly, I saw a van below. Normally, I didn't judge the odd things in our shitty neighborhood. But this van caught my eye. It said, "Adelphi Strawberries". I found this particularly strange, since the nearest food store was two blocks away. I sat down and tried listening in to the people. "What's her name again?" one person said, as three people got out of the van. "Morrow. Agatha Morrow. According to your smell Clove, she's here," another said, nodding to a girl on crutches, who must've been Clover. I bit my lip. These people were here for me... "I'm Agatha. What you lot want?" I called from the fire escape. They all looked up. Clover looked scared. The guy among them stared at my crotch, taking note of my lack of pants, and then my boobs. Real gentleman! "Come with us," he said. I shrugged my shoulders. "Why?" "We're like you. Just come on. We have to take you to camp." "Camp?" "We'll explain on the way." And so, I put on shorts and a sweatshirt and stuffed a duffel bag. I left a note for mom.
Gone out. Be back soon. Hopefully.
~Aggie
That was my last day in the apartment. I went with the people, and they explained how my dad was a god and how I was a demigod and Greek myths were real. And I believed it all. I guess I just wanted an excuse to leave my life. And so I did. Later I came back to visit mom, and I explained everything. She's still shaky about the fact that she hooked up with the god of war, but we're slowly getting used to things. Slowly." Personality: Aggie can be a snarky person at times. She's full of sarcasm and ways to make people feel inadequate. She's manipulative when she wants something. She can be very persuasive. She's cunning and wily, and acts on impulse and her gut feeling. She's an excellent fighter, but she prefers a more mental approach to war. She's intellectual, and is quite loud about her beliefs and opinions. She's an atheist and sometimes anarchistic. Aggie is a very independent person. Appearance: Aggie has medium length dark brown hair. She has pale skin and a few freckles from her childhood. Her eyes are black-brown, unforgiving, uninviting. Up her arms she's tattooed greyscale butterflies and flowers. On her wrist is a semicolon and an equal sign. She wears revealing clothes usually, only because she doesn't like clothes very much.
Miscellaneous Nickname: Aggie Favorite Book: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald Favorite Song/Poem: For Eli by Andrea Gibson Quote:"I may be a child of war, and I may be 'good' at war. Doesn't mean I support it."
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:45 pm
Louis Parker Jones
Birth Certificate Age: 19 Birthday: March 21st, 1994 Gender: Male Godly Parent: Hermes Mortal Parent: Janice Jones Birth Place: Orlando, Florida U.S.A. Height: 6'2
The Inside Orientation: Heterosexual Health: Scoliosis as a kid. Fatal Flaw: Lack of seriousness. Louis is a jokester, and though good in battle, not exactly the most controlled demigod.
The Outside Talents: Running, Stealing, Manipulating, and Basketball Weapon of Choice: Sword Relationship Status: Single
The Big Three History: "I grew up in a paper town, as John Green put it. I lived in a stupid condo with my mom, surrounded by old people who didn't like having a kid in the neighborhood. My mom always was nice to me, and didn't really care that I wasn't a very good student. I got sent to the principal's office all the time for all kinds of reasons. I was dyslexic, ADHD. Kids respected me as a trouble maker, until I got scoliosis, which is a "girl disease" apparently. I wore a brace, and people stopped liking me. Eventually I got "better" I guess. I stopped wearing the brace and people slowly forgot about me being a dork. When I turned fifteen, I was out with some of my friends in some restaurant, and this girl kept staring at me. I wondered why, and I decided to go talk to her. Turns out, she was "like me" as she put it, and she told me she could take me somewhere for people like us. Now, as an idiotic teenage boy, I thought this was code for, "Let's go have sex in the bathroom because no one understands us." Only, she led me to her car, and we went to the freaking airport. I was really confused, but I didn't feel like saying anything. Somehow, we got a first-class flight to New York. Then some people picked us up and they talked to the girl, who's name I forgot. I wasn't spoken to or anything. Then we reached some place in the middle of no where on Long Island. No one told me anything. Then we went inside some meadow, and that meadow turned out to be Camp Half Blood. I found out my dad was Hermes pretty quickly, and I settled in. Life is fun now." Personality: Appearance:
Miscellaneous Nickname: Lou Favorite Book: Paper Towns by John Green Favorite Song/Poem: "Anything I can make fun of." Quote:"Terrible selfie time! And...GO!"
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:45 pm
The Inside Orientation: Heterosexual Health: Depression Fatal Flaw: Hubris
The Outside Talents: Lightning Powers and Swordsmanship Weapon of Choice: Sword Relationship Status: Single
The Big Three History: "I never really cared about fitting in. When I got into middle school, I realized that popularity wouldn't in the real world, so I figured, why should I change to fit in. So, I was the weird girl. I got okay grades, played video games, and always drew. I drew whatever came to mind, whether it be something in front of me or something in my head. Around seventh grade I started getting these weird dreams. I could fly and control the sky and well, I thought I was going crazy. I needed to somehow express these dreams in some way. I didn't dare tell anyone. So, I drew them. Lightning bolts hitting a perfect field, thunder clouds above a busy city. I became really insecure, I kept thinking I was mad. This led to my depression. I didn't tell my mom because I didn't want to bug her. One day, when I was fourteen, I was swimming. I remember hitting my head on something and passed out. Next time I woke up, I was at Camp Half Blood and they were calling me a child of Zeus. I adjusted, and eventually called my mom. She thinks I'm at some boarding school. She has no idea. It has to stay like that, I guess." Personality: Appearance:
Miscellaneous Nickname: Demmi Favorite Book: Mockingjay Favorite Song/Poem: Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros Quote:"...awkward..."
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:46 pm
empty character slot
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:46 pm
empty character slot
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
Posts : 1022 Join date : 2011-03-12 Age : 24 Location : see you in austin, assholes
Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:46 pm
empty character slot
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anna. Honorary Staff Member
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Subject: Re: The Hanging Tree [WIP WIP WIP] Tue May 28, 2013 9:47 pm
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