Ninja Poet's Imaginary Friends -- { Take Two }

”I’ll keep your face in my mind. . . ”
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James Harrison North

Age/Birthday:
16/04/95 { 16 }
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Euterpe, Muse of Music, Lyrics and Poetry. . .
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Jonathon North { Father }
Darius North { Half – Brother – 15 }
Years in Camp:
One
Brief History:
People always tend to think of the God Parent as being the irresponsible, abandoning person, whom merely slept with a mortal and didn’t think of the thought of getting said human { or themselves } knocked up. However, this is not the case for the Jonathon North. Always the centre of attention at parties, Jonathon was an animal, going to any party that was advertised, whether invited or not, drinking any drink that he was offered, sleeping with any girl that was dumb enough to talk to him during his self-inebriation. One of these girls just happened to be Euterpe, the muse of Music, Lyrics and Poetry. After knocking back a few drinks each, the pair headed back to his apartment. . . I think we know what happened next.
The next nine months went by pretty slowly for Jonathon. He still went to the same parties, still drank the same amounts, still slept with the same girls, but something just didn’t seem right. He felt as if something was. . . Missing. And then he figured it out, with the help of a mysterious bundle that landed on his flat’s doorstep. A mysterious bundle that contained a small baby boy. A small baby boy whom he named James Harrison North. You would think that Jonathon would learn from his past and stop the partying to look after his little boy? Well, no, he didn’t. In fact, if anything, he got worse, with his hours spent partying increasing by about ten percent. But he didn’t leave James on his own. James was often shipped off to his grandmother’s house whilst his father was out. To be honest, if the North surprise number two didn’t come along, then James would have been adopted by his grandparents’. The North surprise number two just happened to be another little baby boy, except this one was handed over from mortal parent to mortal parent, not left at the doorstep. Darius {the baby number two} was the one whom turned their father from the world of inebriation and partying to the responsible parent he is now. The only problem was that, as James grew older and older, he started to become more like his father was in the past: irresponsible, easily addicted to things, and a womanizer. When he reached the age of fifteen, Jonathon realised that James was becoming a little bit too like him, and thought it would be better for all of them if James left for a while. Someone told him of a special place for children like James {most likely a Satyr} and Jonathon took the three of them on a holiday to New York, where he then took James to Camp Half Blood. James was sort of happy to go, seeing as he would be away from his brother, whom he didn’t exactly like.
Physical Appearance:
James’ hair is a brownish color, too light to be called dark, too dark to be classed as light. I guess it’s somewhere in-between. His hair is fairly short, although it is thick too, and he usually just leaves it as it is. It doesn’t take much to look after. His skin tone has an olive tinge to it, making him appear quite tanned, making it obvious that somewhere in his family, there are signs of foreign descent. His eyes are a dark green that match his skin tone quite well. He lacks any scars or freckles, and his skin is pretty much just skin. His body type is fairly lean, with a flat stomach and quite toned arms, although his legs are a tad bit out of shape. He can usually be found dressed in khaki shorts and the standard Camp Half Blood orange t-shirt, with trainers of some sort covering his bare feet. Whilst he has no scars, he does have a small birthmark on the upper right side of his left arm, shaped like a musical note.
Personality:
James is a highly confident boy and is never afraid to talk to anyone, no matter what race, gender, size, age or build they might possess. He isn’t often shy, unless faced with an extremely pretty girl, and even then the shyness eventually subsides and his natural cockiness emerges. That could be classed as one of his downsides. The fact that he’s extremely cocky, and even more arrogant. He always believes that he is right, and never takes defeat lightly, often becoming somewhat of a sore loser. He is also kind of a flirt, and can often be found chatting up some pretty nymph or dryad. He doesn’t really care for intelligence, and prefers brains over beauty, mainly because he lacks the first one. Like most demi-gods, he suffers from ADHD and dyslexia. James never really listened in school, and because of that, he isn’t very smart, so don’t be expecting him to be hanging around with any Athena kids any time soon. Unless they’re pretty, of course. However, whilst he might not be good with reading, writing or arithmetic, he is an alright-ish poet, even if he struggles to write down his work.
Fatal Flaw:
Like I mentioned in Personality, he is incredibly cocky and arrogant, meaning that he doesn’t like to listen to other people’s ideas, or other people in general. Unless they’re singing his praises, of course. Then he’ll have an open ear. Also, he’s an incredibly sore loser, and cannot admit defeat at all without throwing a temper tantrum.
Pets:
He has a black Labrador puppy called “Nemo”
Talents:
✖✖ He can write good poetry
✖✖ He has quite good upper body strength.
✖✖ He is a talented player of the piano, but he tells nobody.
Weapons:
James has a bow with an array of various arrows, and a standard celestial bronze sword which he named “Mandata”
Year-Round or Summer:
He’s only summer at the moment.
Other:
He is afraid of becoming like his father is now, and would do anything to stay like he is at this present moment in time.
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“and your words near my heart.”

“You know that Double Rainbow guy?”
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Tobias Carter Allen
Age/Birthday:
09 / 02 / 96 { 15 }
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Iris, goddess of rainbows.
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Lance Allen { father }
Kiara Allen { step – mother }
Bonnie Allen { half – sister [7] }
Years in Camp:
Zero. He’s just arrived.
Brief History:
Tobias Carter Allen { otherwise known as Toby to close friends } is the eldest child and only son of the not-so-known artist Lance Allen. As a young child, Toby’s head was filled with the same fairytale – esque story that his father used to tell him every night. Well, Toby thought it was a story. Every night after Tobias has washed all of the paint off his fingers, and Lance had hung up his apron, the little boy would get tucked up into his obviously old bed, with the highly – doodled upon wooden bed frame and request the same thing.
”Daaaad? Can you tell me the story about the magic rainbow lady again? ”
If you haven’t guessed it, the “magic rainbow lady” as a four year old Toby called her, was actually Iris, Goddess of Rainbows and the story that Lance used to tell was that of how they met each other. Here’s how Lance told the story.
”Alright, Toby? Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin. One day, about five years ago, there was a man. He lived on his own, in a little house in the countryside, far away from everyone else. He loved it here, and found it very pretty. In fact, the man repeatedly said that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like you and I, the man was an artist, and entertained himself by painting pictured of the various wildlife and flowers that he found out there. He didn’t care that it was out of society’s way. He liked being on his own. However, he sometimes got a bit lonely, and wished that, just for one night, someone else could stay with him, and simply chat with him for a while, laugh with him, make him feel like he belonged. Then, on one dark, rainy night, there was a knock on the door. The man was scared. He had watched too many horror movies to not know that people who lived far away from people generally got attacked on dark nights. But still, he was brave enough to go and answer the front door. He crept down the creaky wooden staircase, and unhooked the latch, opening the door. And there, right in front of him was. . . was a young woman, whom looked to be the same age as him. She was shaking from the cold, her dark hair dripping with rainwater. She told the man that she had been out walking with her friends when they got separated, and she lost them. The man took pity on her, and told her that she could stay for the night, and in the morning, he would drive her back to the closest town, where she could phone her friends. She agreed, and came into the house. Even though it was late, neither of them could sleep. The woman couldn’t because she was so cold, and the man couldn’t because he wanted to take good care of the woman whilst she was under his roof. They got to know each other over a hot cup of hot chocolate, and they soon became friends. More than friends. Daylight came around again, and neither of them had received much sleep, yet the man still kept to his promise, and drove his friend into town, where they shared their final goodbyes. The woman promised to send him a gift, something to remind him of her. Nine months later, the man was given a small baby boy, with a note attached to him. I said I would remind you of me. . . xx Iris This was their child, and he still cherishes and loves that child right to this day.”
It might not seem to be your average night time story, but it kept Toby happy.
As the years went by, Toby grew up to be a happy little boy, devoid of stress and anger, finding the sunshine in the darkest of situations. One example of this was when Toby had just turned eight. His father and step – mother had allowed him out of the house and into town on his own { I say on his own, I mean with other friends. Just lacking adult supervision } for the first time, and on the bus home was attacked by a “creepy old man in a mackintosh”. He wasn’t seriously harmed, and was merely left with a medium sized scar on his shoulder, but Toby still joked about how it would make him seem cooler in school.
A year after the event in which he gained his scar, there was surprise within the family. A surprise with the name of Bonnie Allen, his newborn little sister. As soon as she was born, Toby took a liking to her, and has always loved her with all of his heart. It kills him inside that he can’t watch her grow up and be a proper big brother. Life hasn’t been tough on Toby, and the only reason that he actually came to Camp Half Blood was because he was claimed by his mother, Iris. His father told him all there was to know about what this entailed, and the dangers it could cause for his family. So Toby asked if he could go to Camp. He didn’t want his family to be hurt, especially not Bonnie.
Physical Appearance:
Before I start to go into detail about his hair, eyes, height, etc etc, I want to tell you a little bit about his skin in general. One thing most people notice about Tobias straight away is the fact that most of his pale skin is covered in brightly coloured permanent marker. Toby loves to doodle, especially on himself, and most of the top half of his body is covered in pen of some sort, unless after a shower. His hair is styled so that it is long, with a side fringe that swoops to the left hand side. It is a glossy black, and his fringe’s tips are occasionally dyed either neon yellow or purple. His eyes are a bright blue, and always seem to be scouting out things to draw or photograph. He is quite small for his age, only standing at 5’6”, and is rather sensitive about his height. His dress sense is fairly simple. Jeans, t-shirts, nothing over the top. He only wears two pieces of jewellery – a wooden necklace around his neck and a couple of woven wristbandy things on his arms.
Personality:
Tobias is a subdued kind of person, who always seems to be in the background, happy to agree with other people and go along with other people’s plans, but never contributing anything himself. Being raised away from society, Camp Half blood is the largest amount of people he’s ever encountered, as even his old schools were fairly small, with only about twenty per class. He is also very shy, and would rather be on his own somewhere painting than hanging around with a big group of people. However, if he meets someone whom he thinks is special, and befriends them, he will protect them with his life. Because Toby’s loyal like that. I wish I could say the same about his fears, that he was as fearless as he was loyal. But no, Toby has a lot of fears. He’s afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, afraid of guns, afraid of snakes, afraid of fire, afraid of thieves. . . And that’s just to name a few. Whilst he is afraid, he is brave too, as he manages to face most of his fears every single day. Except for one – his fear of heights.
Fatal Flaw:
Toby has multiple flaws. For starters, he’s afraid of pretty much everything except rainbows and cats. But that can’t be his flaw, can it? It wouldn’t probably bring him to a situation including impending doom. Another one of Toby’s flaws {and this is the main one} is that he can sometimes be over – trusting, or too loyal. He doesn’t know who to trust, so trusts everyone, even those who he shouldn’t.
Pets:
He has a tabby cat called “Kanga”
Talents:
ⱷ He is skilled at drawing / photography.
ⱷ He can create miniature rainbows, if given the right conditions.
Weapons:
The only weapon Toby has at the moment is the standard camp sword.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year – round.
Other:
>_< Finally done.
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“I bet he would love me.”