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Name: James Liam Carter
Nickname:“It’s normally something not-repeatable.”
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Age nineteen
Birthday: March 25th
Gender: Male
God Parent:  Ares
Claimed: Yes

Physical Appearance: ”How could I be this hot?”
James has always been tall for his age, and currently stands just over 6-foot if his hair doesn't stand tall or he isn't wearing biker boots. The son of Ares used to always put some form of hair products in his naturally brown locks, but over the course of the last year, he has slowly grown into his own and very rarely wears any sort of gel in his hair and instead lets his curls clump carelessly. He could be considered a good-looking boy - and knows it - although many people are so scared of him that they don't stop to really see this. He has sharp features and a tanned complexion, thanks to his British blood. His has bulky arms that emphasise the fact that he is very athletic, although recently after a slaughter as the undead stormed camp, James lost his left arm from the elbow down as he didn't want to sick virus to plague the rest of his bloodstream, so that has left him a bit scarred. He normally dresses in denim and leather, which isn't unexpected really.
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 a 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.
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.
Year-Round or Summer: Year-round

Mortal Family: “If anyone talks about my family…lets just say I’m not afraid of jail.”
Rebecca Carter (Mother) and Grant Dickinson (Mother’s boyfriend)
Years in Camp: like four/five now wow
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.

Aurora was a name derived from the Roman goddess of Dawn, although that holds little relevance to why this girl was named thus. Aurora's parents were always that of tradition, and the girl's grandmother was called Aurora like herself, and therefore the name was given to her in her honor. The girl's full name is Aurora Liaise, and she has always liked her name, especially when she first watched Sleeping Beauty and realized that she shared the same name as one of the prettiest Disney princesses.
Born in the Camp's infirmary on August 5th, 1998, Aurora came into the world as a small beauty herself. She is currently sixteen years old, and receives mixed reactions about this: some people believe her to look older, whereas others believe her to look younger.
Ἀφροδίτη, goddess of beauty, love and sexuality - also known as Aphrodite in modern English - is Aurora's grandmother on her father's side, and there is no doubting that her beautiful genes have also passed on to the young girl as well. Aurora was claimed as soon as she was born, and there was no escaping her heritage as her father's parentage is common knowledge.
Aurora's father Matty Liase was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and was brought up knowing about his mother. His father was a lonely man, and always had been, with an avid love for Greek mythology. Of course he believed that the woman that came to him one night was whom she had said she was, and there was not a better moment in his life until then. He was landed with Matty at the end of the 'fling', yet he could not ask for anything greater. Even though the child had been born with a vanity about him, he was a great human being that went on to attend camp during his teenage years and model when he was an adult. He eventually fell in love with his manager, a pretty woman that had just finished studying economics at university. They went on to have a baby, and promptly named her Aurora.
So, Aurora had always grown up knowing that she was the descendant of a greater being, yet knew that she had to fit into real life. She had attended a normal elementary and high school in New York, close to the Demigod camp that she would always spend her Summers at. She enjoyed her childhood: her parents had a little bit of money that they would give to Aurora at times when needed, which meant that she was happy yet not spoilt. Following in her father's footsteps and exploiting her looks, Aurora had her first photoshoot for a family range at the age of twelve, and had always had work since then. The nature of her shoots have grown up along with her age, and she doesn't doubt that she will be asked to do something 'saucier' when she finally turns eighteen, yet she has always been torn whether to proceed down that route in order for the 'art' and the money.
But, whilst having the modelling as a hobby, Aurora has always been into sports. Soccer was her main passion, and all her life she would go out with her father and kick a ball around. She went on to join the New York soccer ladies at the age of fourteen, and was offered a permanent place in the future for her to join the big-league woman's team. However, with the nature of her life and the obscurity it has always been left in, she didn't follow that route, worried that she may do something wrong or slip up if she ventured further a field.
At the age of fifteen, Aurora's life became a little daunting. She had always been popular, yes, but after one photoshoot became scarily viral - not 'celebrity viral' but 'a model for nike viral' - she found herself even more popular than before. She started going to parties and drinking and drying different substances and lifestyles. She didn't enjoy them as much, although a good party was still something she loved even now, yet it seemed to consume her life. She had a boyfriend also - a jock, the handsomest guy in school as many would say - which also made her unhappy as she knew inside that she was gay, yet she felt so pressured to follow the norm. It all became so much for her that, with her parent's blessing, she dropped out of school and started to live at camp, still visiting home every so often.
There is no doubting that Aurora stand out from the crowd, and she always spend a lot of time and precision on her make-up. With naturally brown, curly hair, she usually has to wear it half up and down in a ponytail. She spent a year of her life constantly dying it, and it eventually caused damage to her hair, so she feels more confident when she does wear her hair up. The girl also has big, brown eyes that seem to sparkle as well, whilst extenuating her high cheek-bones and full lips. With a petite body that holds little muscle despite her avid love for sport and her cute little dimples, she can really pull off many looks, as most of her siblings and cousins can.
And, despite her naturally beautiful looks, not everything is black and white with Aurora; to most, she can come across as a sweet, kind and confident girl. She is willing to help almost anyone, and she wouldn't want to see anyone at harm. She has no enemies at all, and even if someone hated her, she would not hate them back. She is not naturally cruel, and she could never intentionally be cruel to a person. She isn't dumb either, and has always been able to maintain the average intelligence for her age, despite struggling with slight dyslexia. Most people see her as the girl whom makes Youtube videos and has a blog and does a bit of modelling on the side, and she enjoys it when people see this about her. Because, if they don't see this, they see the real side of her: the worried, sensitive and insecure part of her. She knows that she is beautiful, but she thinks that everyone around her is more beautiful on the inside than her, and this really messes her around. She relies on people more than she should, and this means that she can come across slightly needy, and once she realizes this, she tries to block off that person completely. She also lacks any powers of the morality to fight someone, and this means that she is always failing in the arena, if she can ever manage to take step into it at all. Her timid nature means that she will run from anything that is remotely scary, and she doubts how she would be able to manage within the real world.
Aurora's fatal flaw is, without a doubt, her insecurity and fear: she doesn't want people to really see the soul of her, as she is scared that she will be judged, and she will run away and submit to anything out of pure terror. She really doesn't have a backbone, and she let's people walk all over her, making her feel even more worthless at time.
Because the daughter of Aphrodite thinks fighting is wrong and avoids any sort of it, she also refuses to use a weapon, which means that she doesn't own one.
Other; Aurora has known that she was gay ever since she was young, yet she has always been so scared to come out that she just refuses to. She can admit it to herself and to few others around her, yet the idea of the whole camp knowing or her old school makes her want to curl up into a ball and cry.

name: hannah ryan
nicknames: ryan, han, ry
age: eighteen years old
date of birth: january 5th, 1998
place of birth: madison, wi, usa
hometown: madison, wi, usa
godly heritage: daughter of athena (Ἀθηνᾶ)
claimed or nah: yeah squaaa
howarts house: ravenclaw
years at camp: two months

appearance: ryan has long, curly brown hair although it's usually held up in a pony-tail so she doesn't have hair in her face when she scares the crap out of you. her dark yet flawless brows are nearly always furrowed because she's trying to scare someone off, and her eyes are so close to black that you can barely see the pupil. despite the frown that she nearly always dons, she's really not scary at all; barely five-foot-five and petite, she would not really able to hurt anybody (with her fists at least). her jeans are always ripped and her jackets are always too big and loose. she rarely wears any colours other than the following: black, red, black, white, grey, black.

personality: this daughter of athena is not the type of girly that you wanna mess with! she knows who she is and what she stands for, and she will hit you with her best insults if you try and get in her way. she's clever and independent, yet this means that she often thinks that she's better off as a lone wolf. she's tactical - she knows how to push people's buttons, and she will utilize her inner-sass and slay you if you wanna start something. she's knew to the whole idea that she has other people to care about, and she doesn't really do the whole 'trust' thing very well. she's trying, but very small steps lmao. if she figures something out, she'll usually keep it to herself and watch everyone else struggle, so you could say she's selfish, but she knows her faults and she knows that she has to work on it. if, that is, she even wants to work on it? she's nearly always in a bad mood, and she doesn't really have too many friends because she will usually piss someone off within two hours max.

talents: - being one smart lil girl
fatal flaw: people don't like her so she doesn't work well with other people. too many defences. 0 trust.
likes: being alone
dislikes: not being alone
weapons: her quick wit, hurtful comments, and a celestial bronze sword and shield.

name: drake anthony clark
Birthday: June 20th, 1997
Age: Eighteen
Godly parent: Dionysus
Place of birth: Hackney, London, England
Claimed: Yes
Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round
Years at camp: two

star-sign:
social class: socialist
hogwarts house: gryffindor ugh
likes: electric guitars, parties, adrenaline rushes,
dislikes: spoilt brats, materialistic ppl

Fatal Flaws: • Drake still experiences frequent nightmares of his mother’s death. When he does indeed have these, he can sometimes be a little moody and aggressive. He is known for doing stupid things when like this, and has even cut himself once. He would never show anyone, but there is indeed a scar on his left wrist.
• Drake is very laid-back; to the point where he will literally not put himself out for anybody. He will back away from fights because of this, and can make enemies because he will not put himself out for anybody. What goes around comes around, one could say.
He still has some of his bed habits in him, and will stay out late and not go to camp exercises a lot of the time. Even though he has changed in every other way, education and rules are still a waste of time.
• Drake likes to drink, and has been known to show up at camp early in the morning, absolutely wasted. He knows its illegal to drink at eighteen in America, but it isn’t in Britain, so he doesn’t care.
Weapons: Because of the fact that Drake doesn’t really like to fight, he just sticks with whatever he is given. This is normally a celestial bronze sword.
Talents: Like most children of Dionysus, Drake is able to control the rate of vine growth, yet only for grape and berry plants and…well, any fruit that can be made and used in alcohol. He doesn’t really know what other powers he possesses. bc he's a song of mr d he is also able to get turnt ayyyyyy lmaooo
Face claim: my love jbiebs

appearance: sex god doesn't really bother with his appearance much. his hair is naturally brown but he usually ends up dying it blonde. he usually just lets it grow and sometimes it gets so unkempt that it starts to form dreadlocks. he has quite a lot of tattoos because one of his friends has a good hand and got an apollo kid to smuggle in the right equipment, so thats a thing. he's an inch or two off six foot and is quite skinny, though he wears baggy clothes most of the time so it doesn't matter. his eyes are brown and to do for. he eyebrows are bushy af. everyone knows what jb looks like i can't bring myself to type anymore  
personality: Because of his rough background, Drake has learnt not to show weakness to anyone. He doesn’t cry in front of anyone because he doesn't want to appear weak. He wouldn’t go around threatening to beat people up, but he’s learnt not to let anyone stand on you or the people you care about. He knows how hard the world is, and what it’s like to be on the bottom. He doesn’t treat anyone as a superior and inferior, and tries not to judge others. Drake doesn’t really like violence, and he is a very laid-back guy. He does indeed try to live everyday like his last, going to parties and having as much fun as he possibly can. He knows that life as a Demigod can be short, so he wants to make sure he can live before he dies.
Drake isn’t cocky, but he isn’t shy. He is somewhere in between, but can also be strong with both at times. He can be comfortable around anyone really, and can try and fit into any crowd or group with ease. that doesn't mean that he doesn't get down though, and he's very melancholic; he can spend days on end holing himself away and torturing himself with his thoughts. not that you'd ever be able to tell = he's not really close with anyone and he wouldn't admit to being but 'okay'.

mortal family: Margaret Clark had always been brought up in Hackney, London. Many people would be quick to say that it isn’t exactly the best area to bring up a child and family, yet the woman had never had enough money or ambition to move away. She stayed where she was, remaining to be unemployed and too lazy to find work. Even when carrying child, she had never made any attempt to go out and find work. This was the problem with the new generation in Britain. There was always so much news about to lack of jobs that are actually available, that many didn’t even bother trying to find any. Margaret had never stayed on in education, and had never qualifications past her GCSE’s. Everyone knew that she had no hope of finding work, so she didn’t try; simple as that.
brief history: Drake wasn’t really born in the best possible environment; on an estate, in a small apartment. There were only three rooms; a bedroom, bathroom and living-room. This meant that his bed had always been the sofa in the front room. There was never enough space for them both, and his mother had never been the best person to grow-up with. She was temperamental, and would only show Drake moments of affection when she had indeed gain more money. You see, Margaret had always made her living off theft. She got many teenagers to steel for her – Drake included, and would then flog the gear to others at discounted prices. She had never got caught, and had quite a good reputation for getting her hands on anything that one might wish for. They probably would have been able to move if Margaret’s whole business had been based around that estate. They would surely be out of any money if they had moved away, so they just didn’t risk it.
Drake had obviously always attended school, but in morning and afternoons he would be out on his bike, delivering the stolen items to those that had paid for them. Drake was quick, and knew the streets of London well enough to avoid getting caught. His friends did it also, and there were at least a half a dozen young boys that would commit to Margaret’s deliveries. Education always came second, in their family. It was the least important. What was important was making money, and Drake had been forced to believe that. He would often skip school at his mother’s requests, and get in trouble. He didn’t care, because he didn’t know any better.
It wasn’t long before his mother’s also got into shifting cocaine, and that’s when thing became a little tougher. The demand for drugs was higher then anything else and it needed a long more work and planning. Drake refused to deliver the stuff, not wanting to ever get in with drugs and such, but his mother was very…forceful. Basically, she would hit him if he didn’t do as he was told. So he was made to deliver it, and started to realize how wrong his mother’s dodgy deals actually were, and how dangerous everything was becoming for him. Class A drugs weren’t a joke, so the thirteen year old had to be especially careful not to get caught.
Little did the family know that the fuzz were sniffing about, acting a customer.
A few months after this drug business started, Drake had been forced to watch his mother brutally murdered in front of his innocent eyes. You see, Margaret hadn’t delivered and followed through with her end of the deal, and once the sum of money was secure in her back-account, she had denied any knowledge of cocaine to this customer. So the guy had been forced to take action into his own hands, intruding the Clark’s apartment and assaulting his mother. But the druggie’s mind was half crazed, and he went a little too far than he had expected, stabbing and killing her. The poor boy had been forced to watch all of this, after being caught trying to ring the police. It appeared that the cops had already been called and soon burst through to entrance before anything could happen to Drake.
Drake was taken to the social-services, having no other family to look after him. As they figured out what to do with him, he was forced to stay in a foster-home in central London. However, he had only been there a week before taken at the dead of night by a group of teenagers and a goat-dude who were apparently taking a ‘field-trip’ in search of foreign Demigods. He had no clue how they found out about him and his heritage, considering he didn’t even know himself, but they told him who he was and took him over to the states and to safety; Camp Half-Blood.

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