my edited character (for the last time ..... Hopefully)

Nicknamed: Shelburne by the NYPD
Age: 17
Birthday: June 18th 1996
Mortal family: Bella Smith (older half-sister) *she can see thought the mist*
Godparent: Hecate

* camp life

Year-Round

Years at Camp: 2

History: Silas was born to a wealthy father about 5 years after his sister. Her mum was killed in a car accident. Silas was unpredictable with his behaviour. His sister seemed to be the only one who could sort of control him. When he was 14 his sister was out and Silas had a psychotic rage, his father had just got home with a new abusive girlfriend and she had been drinking. Physically abusing Silas and taunting him he felt his body glow with energy and power. What happened next is blank. Bella came home and the house was in ruins. He has physically changed and mentally. Silas had a become a manic. He had ran away with his bag with magic tricks and money.  3 years later he shows up on his sisters door step and asks for forgiveness. She accepted him in and gave him help.  A friend of hers, a saytr took him to camp.

* the psyche

Personality:
Silas is a bit of a kyptomanic when it comes to weaponry any loose daggers that get left alone  might just end up in his hands. He is a shy person and is cool as the north wind and just as gentle. His psychotic rages he had as a boy had gone past and more independent. He tends to back off when an argument rears its ugly head. He is also a bit of a joker

Fatal flaw: He has a loyalty issue. Those he is loyal too tend to be the ones he chooses instead of the world.

Likes:
1: setting things on fire
2:Stealing things
3: Chocolate

Dislikes:
1: Bats
2:Needles
3:Mint

* the appearance

Physical Description:  Until he was 14 he had blonde hair with baby blue eyes. He was around 5'7 and well rounded and rather pale. He is now just under 6 feet with short choppy black hair. Grey eyes that look in to your soul. He is pale and rather skinny. Ripped jeans and a black T-shirt are usual wear along with a raggedy brown rucksack filled with ambrosia and nectar and any weapons he happens to find.

* the defensive system


Talents: messing with peoples heads by pulling pranks and sorcery (fire and explosion based spells)

Weapons:  magic (standard book of spells focusing on the 4 primary elements *Fire Water Air and Earth*) hand to hand combat and bronze sword and a bow with bronze and silver arrows. (For all monster needs)

No pets.

Other: He has a record with NYPD for theft and possession of a deadly weapon. They never found out his name so they called him Shelburne

So tell us what us your Name.
Violet: Violet Inglis. What does this have to do with anything? And why are you questioning me? I didn’t do anything to Axl’s prize bronze monkey that caused his hair to get on fire.

Do you have any Nicknames?
Violet: Duh. I get called Vi all the time. Heh I made a funny

How old are you?
Vi: You know it’s rude to ask a girl her age? Whatever I’m 18

What is your date of Birth?
Vi: I was born on the 23 of August in the year of 1995

Do you have any Family?
Vi: What like parents? No my Mother is missing. If I’m here that means Dad was a god. Which was stupid when you think about it. I have half-brother, he is called Isai. We share the same last name but he stays with his Dad in Jasper Alberta my mother slept around a lot. There is Zac but he’s an Uncle more than a father. Well there is Stacey but i don't like to talk about her.

Do you know who your god parent is?
Vi: Well It’s not Ares. I don’t have the anger issues for that. I am defiantly not Aphrodite’s child because I mean look at me. My father is Hephaestus, If anything.
Life at Camp:

How long have you been at Camp Half Blood?
Vi: Just under 4 years. I was here since I was 14.

What is your History? What did you do before you came to Camp?
Vi: That is none of your business. Now keep your greasy nose out of it.

History: Vi was born to a really bad mother. Joanna, Violet’s mom was a drunk. No matter the time or day Jo was on the floor in their 3 bedroom apartment in the greasy lower levels of Detroit. her younger sister Stacey did not know what was wrong. Vi always protected her. Jo always blamed Vi for everything, Jo’s drinking, not being able to hold a job, and Jo’s drinking, Not getting a nice man in Jo’s life. One day after Vi’s 10th birthday, Vi had enough and bailed on her mom and her 9 year old sister. She got in the wrong crowd and started stealing cars and jacking bikes from schools. Scorpio took care of her. He taught her how to fix cars and hotwire cars while the owners where having the morning Starbucks. Vi was dipping out of school more and flunking classes. That changed one day after a car factory, Scorpio and his crew hit exploded. Scorpio and his gang tried to get Vi out before she did something stupid.


With Debris falling everywhere and machines crashing around her the 12 year old girl nearly curled up in a ball and started to cry for mother. Instead she grabbed some gloves off the ground and bits of metal to make some gauntlets like the knights of the middle ages slapped themselves in the face with. With smoke and cries for help in the air, she lifted a massive block of metal off of some factory workers and assisted them on getting out of the ruins. After she made her way out Scorpio and company where nowhere to be found, but Vi noticed sirens and water being sprayed, Fire and Police had arrived.

Panicking Vi ran. Head first in to a female officer. The officer had turned and Vi was in a fighting stance. She saw the scared battered 12 year old in a boxing stance and knelt down. A swift conversation later Vi was in the back of a cruiser on her way down town. At the Police Department Vi was fidgeting with her gauntlets which the police let her keep on. While reports where being filed and Officers brought in Criminals, Vi spoke with the Captain of the Department. The Officer’s name was Caitlyn.  

Caitlyn and her partner, a man called Jayce Tried to locate Vi mother. Before the last number was dialed in on the phone Vi flipped the table and cried out NO. Caitlyn set the phone down and took Vi by the hand. Kneeling Caitlyn said she could find someone to take her somewhere safe.  A friend of Caitlyn’s lived in downtown New York. Vi stayed with him until Caitlyn found Her mother. Zac was his name and he was more of a father figure than anyone ever was to her.  It was Zac who taught Vi how to work EMP or Electro Magnetic Pulse Gauntlets and make her own. After growing up in New York for a month Vi got in to fights. Since then she has been taking up Boxing for Zac and MMA from his brother Isaac.

1 year later Vi was on her way home from school and noticed a Police Car out in front of Zac’s Apartment. It was not Caitlyn’s.  Rushing towards the house Vi watched as a Medical Examiner lifted as stretcher with Zac on it.  Blood covered his face and right side of his body. Vi entered the apartment and grabbed her gauntlets.  She took the EMP bits off and replaced them with razor sharp edges. Someone went after Zac and Vi wanted to know why. That is when everything happened at once. The walls exploded and a Roar shattered the windows.

A beast 3x the size of Vi Crashed through the door frame in to the kitchen. It tackled Vi. Thinking quickly she punched it in the face. Hard. After that it reeled back whined and exploded in to yellow powder.


There was a slam and Isaac had walked into the room. But Vi had gone. Over the Balcony on to a light blue Toyota leaving a Dent on the trunk she slid off. Blotting to an alley way she hid. Panting she panicked slightly. Zac was mortally wounded She just got attacked by a creature of unknown origin and only had her razor gauntlets for protection. She slowly broke down.

Sobbing into a Mouldy Pizza box between a brick building and a Variety store she thought she looked pathetic. A soft warm hand grabbed her shoulder and lifted her. At this point she didn’t care who it was. “Come on dearie. Let’s take you to Camp.” A soft voice whispered. Vi got in the car and fell asleep before the door closed. She woke up in the Big House 2 days later.

What is your Personality Like?

Vi: Well. Think of a truck that’s coming at you. Now you don’t need to know

Personality: Vi may not look it but she is a caring person at heart. Even if she portrays it with your face half -black and blue. She never backs down from a challenge even if it could kill her. Her ego writes cheques she can’t cash.  

What Do you think is your Fatal Flaw?
Vi: Well I think it is that I care too much about my friends and loved ones.

What do you like and dislike

Vi: Well… I like Cheese on everything. Even pancakes. It’s so good you need to try that. Baked apples with Cinnamon and Brown sugar cooked over a camp fire.  I also like Machines they make wonderful noise that calms me down when I get angry. I have recordings of a machine shop on a CD to play at night when I’m really peeved at people. I don’t like Mint. I don’t know why it just doesn’t agree with me. Having to work late or being behind on a project and its due the next day that sucks. OH and being sick I don’t like that either. It really sucks your stuck in bed all week and you can’t do anything physical to keep yourself in shape.

How do you think you look?

Vi: Dude. Are you kidding me? I look terrible. My hair is a mess and I haven’t had a shower yet.

Physical Appearance
Vi was born with the genetic mutation in her eyes turning them Violet hence her name. she has long brown hair that just covers her shoulders. She stands at 6 feet 2 inches and is a slim build. Well-toned muscles cover her arms and legs. Her normal dress wear is a pair of tight jeans a grey or black t-shirt and a sweater. Well-worn pair of Converse on her feet is just starting to fall apart and fade slightly. She almost always has a bag on her back with ambrosia, some nectar and extra weapons. . A slightly damaged tool belt is slung over her shoulder to replace a strap on the backpack

What are some of your talents?
Vi: Well… I can fix things.  I’ve got the skills to hot wire a car and pick locks. Other than that not much

Weapons?
Vi: Well I have a sword. I don’t like the sword much so I don’t use it. Then my piece of mass destruction, my gauntlets, these puppies have enough electrical power in here to scorch a turkey for thanksgiving dinner Good this is they can have the carterages changed so it can do more damage or set things on fire. they run off of 9 volt batteries and i have plently of spares in my bag.

Any pets?
Vi: None. I’m not much of an animal person.

Are you staying Year round?
Vi: Yeah of course I am.

Thank you for your time

Nickname: Midnight
Age:18
DoB: January 5th 1995
Place of Birth Calgary Alberta Canada
Godly Parent: Hades
Mortal Family: Michelle Horn (Mother)
Ciera DeLance (ex-Girlfriend -aged 20 years- things ended badly after He was forced to leave.)
Arianna DeLance (Daughter-aged 3 and ½ years- He doesn’t know he has a Daughter just yet)
Claimed 

* camp life

Year-Round 

Years at Camp: 3

History: Jellal was always a loner. He was put up for adoption by his birth Mother just minutes after he was born. From one family to another he was passed around like the collection plate at church. It didn’t matter if he was in Vegas one day because he would be in Dallas the next morning. He learned some languages on his misadventures from French to German to Korean. More times than not Jellal was beaten for not being like his Foster Family when the Father was Drunk or when he was at school kids picked on him. Even when Jellal was in school he was a trouble maker. After about 6 months of house jumping he bailed. He left Austin, Texas and made his way to Houston, Texas. He managed to hitch hike his way to the outskirts of Houston.When he Arrived in Houston, it was Midnight. Those who found him where scared out of their minds simply due to the fact that a 11 year old child made his way to from Austin to Houston. In the middle of the night Jellal found a busted car that was abandoned at the side of the road. he huddled in the back seat of the old Corolla and wrapped his jacket around him. for the next 4 and a half hours he slept like a baby in his crib. there was a sudden bang against the window by his feet. it shattered and a hand grabbed his leg. jolting he woke with a start and kicked the door open instinctively.

A man fell to the ground as he clutched his chest and held his arm close. Shabby brown jacket and worn hat were easy signs he was Homeless. the silver ring on his right hand would signal that he has a wife or at least had one. Words staggered out of Jellal’s mouth with repeated apologies and when the man stood up. Jellal shrank and put his hands to his face protecting himself.  What came next was new to Jellal. A comforting arm and a soothing voice saying it was alright and everything was going to be fine. He was picked up in the arms of the Man he just kicked in the torso and carried into Houston’s  City limits.

The Next couple of days where a blur to him. new clothes a Family that cared about him. There were no violent outbursts of any sort. He was taken under tutelage of his next door neighbour who called himself Capricorn. The rumors of a man calling himself Capricorn had surfaced in Texas when Jellal was in California. Capricorn Taught him ways to fight without throwing the first punch or not having a punch thrown at all. Capricorns daughter, Ciera often joined them. As passive as Capricorn was Jellal wanted more physical ways to fight. once he asked about training with a staff or a sword. Things changed then.

Instantly Jellal was on his back winded and his ankle was throbbing.. he didn’t see the arc of the Quarter-Staff Capricorn held. Tossing one to Jellal training began again. another 4 years Jellal was more fit than his mentor and was fashioning his own designs for a weapon. A sword made of steel fit for Jellal’s height of 5’7. Capricorn scrapped it completely. there was a Scythe leaning against the shed in Capricorns yard. Upon picking it up it felt like the right weapon. a symbol of Skulls and fire etched upon it. Capricorns eyes showed no emotion but his face did. the color was pulled from his face as Jellal seemed like a natural at swinging it like his Father before him. When the bottom of the staff touched the earth, the ground started to Wither and die. Scaring himself and dropping the Scythe he heard a snicker from Ciera’s room.

The next year was Jellal’s 15th birthday. he made some very dumb choices like walking around Houston with the scythe on his back at Midnight. Doing so he inadvertently scared everyone. there was a point when Jellal loved Ciera, The Daughter of Capricorn. there was a night of fooling around and it was enough for Ciera and Capricorn to stop seeing Jellal. With that he decided he would leave. he barely made it out of the City when a Truck came by. it pulled up beside him. Ceira jumped out. with a simple smile and quick kiss on the cheek  a Scythe was dropped at his feet. Capricorn was standing in front of him. Unsure of what was going to happen next Jellal extended his hand. there was a brief exchange with capricorn and then Jellal was gone. Scythe on his back. Only to be remembered as a bedtime story told to kids. The Scythe wielder will come for you if you don’t behave.

Three months later he made his way to Detroit after being hunted down by creatures from what he believed were myths. Hounds from the bowels of the earth, emerging from the shadows, a woman whose lower body was scaley like a snake’s. After hiding with someone called Scorpio, A devastated 20 year old who said he felt like a limb had been chopped off after losing a friend in an accident that wasn’t his fault. Jellal’s search was stunted. He was picked up by a Satyr and was brought to the Camp a few weeks later.

* the psyche

Personality:   Quick tempered and full of rage, Jellal was never an easy person to know personality wise. He is somewhat defensive when it comes to his past, and also extremely protective of his friends. Jellal is imperious and cunning. When he gets angry he can be really cruel as well
When he appears calm he is almost always in a fit of rage. Despite this he can be the most loyal person on the planet and one of the most caring people you will know.

Fatal Flaw:  Vengeance. He wants to have vengeance on those who say he wasn't good enough.
Likes: French Fries
Pizza
Coke
Dislikes: english (subject)
Beans. 
Salt

* the appearance

Physical Description: At 6 feet he doesn’t tower over people. Shaggy chocolate brown hair covers his pale blue eyes. A tattoo of a skull on fire covers his upper right arm.  Even though he does not appear to be strong he packs quite a punch. He has a look to him that makes anyone second guess what they should do.

Dressing Style: Jellal is normally in a comfortable pair of well fit jeans with a baggy black T-shirt with a faded skull on it. This is usually covered by a black sweater that fits well and has been modified for his needs. His MMA Teacher’s old dog tags are on a thin piece of string around his neck. A simple black rucksack on his shoulders has everything and anything he needs.

* the defensive system

Demigod Talents:


Umbrakinesis:

Shadow Travel - Jellal has the ability to move from location to location by manipulating the shadows around his area it only affects him and not anything else. This ability is extremely helpful in dark areas like a forest or an alleyway as well as at night.  this does drain a lot of his energy and he can not use this ability until he gains the energy back and it has been 24 hours. He can travel from Washington DC to New York city and be some what sleepy. Trips larger than 300 miles tend to be more exhausting and take more of a toll on him physically.

Stealth - Jellal has the natural ability to blend in with the shadows. it can only be used in areas like Dark alleys or forests and at night. He must be nearby shadows. At a maximum of 1 foot he can just barely do this. this does not take up energy but can only be used twice a day.

Weapons: A 3 foot long Scythe that has a Stygian blade with a sliver of silver on the edges(Dubbed Crescent Moon), bow and arrows, Hand to hand combat training 

Pets: N/A 

Nicknames: Jinx
Female
DoB: October 15th 1996
Age: 17
Godly Parent: Ares
Mortal Family: Violet Inglis (older half sister)
Isai Inglis (half brother)
Zac Hill (uncle)
Joanna Inglis ( Mother)
Claimed

Year-Round
Years at Camp: 2
History: Stacey was born in Detroit, Michigan. Raised by her mom and half sister Violet. Joanna started drinking. Fights between Vi and Joanna where heard every other day. Stacey took one look in the living room during one of the fights. There was a bottle that flew in her direction and shattered in the wall behind her. Vi was crying on the floor and a shadow loomed over Stacey. She looked up. Her mother stood over her and started shouting calling her a Jinx to the family. A curse of God. Alcohol lingered on her breath. After that Joanna left the door slammed shut.  Stacey broke down. Crying at the base of the stairs. Vi crawled over and held her close. There were words of promise and protection. Everything seemed fine after that when Stacey was growing up. She had a decent childhood until her 9th birthday.  Everything changed when Vi left. After Vi left Stacey felt lost and betrayed. A promise of always being there for Stacey was broken.  Joanna started drinking more and verbally abusing Stacey. She ran approximately 2 weeks after.

A man found her in an alley way. Homeless and with a knife he approached. "What have we here, Girly? Shouldn't you be at home?" Was the first and last words he said. No one knows if it was a reminder of home or the abusive names that cause her to snap but next thing was the man looked at the ground with a knife in his stomach. His knife.

Blood spattered the ground and Stacey's face, clothes and left hand. A maniacal look in her eye and a crooked smile are what the police looked at. Unsure to file it under self-defense or homicide, she was put in a mental institute for the clinical insane.

The Doctor that took care of her, Dr.Calvin Harris was not a stranger to children who took a life before they turned 10. Half of her ward was with kids now in their 20s still recovering from their first kill. Harris reported that it was almost nerve racking how Jinx was calm. Only one thing stuck out. Lunch on the 15th of May the following year. Nothing out of the ordinary except one thing. The knife in Jinx's hand was not plastic like it should have been.

Jeremy, the ward bully took a fancy to Jinx like a lion would a zebra. Prey. An innocent looking 9 year old was easy pickings for the 210 pound 11 year old. Jeremy nudged the table Jinx was at and sent cutlery flying plates smashed to the floor and Jeremy was on the floor. Blood pooling out of his lower leg, the knife sticking out of his leg was Jinx's own.

2 years in the intensive care ward did nothing. Jinx had sat in her corner of the room muttering to herself. It wasn't until the guard change that anything happened. Instantly Jinx was up against the door. The sly grin on her face made the guards face go pale. "May I have the paper?" A few minutes with the front page in front her she grinned showing a big toothy smile. The story of a factory collapsing made her say"She's still alive" and headbutted the guard. The first responders to the attack noticed 2 things. The guard was in the cell and Jinx was gone.

Within two days she was on her way to Ohio. Trying to get out of Michigan was easier than she thought. Hitchhiking her way from Detroit she made her way to the border in a couple of hours. After crossing the border she had to fend for herself. Broken pipes and wood on the ground she used as weapons to protect herself. She attempted to pickpocket a lawyer for some money for the night.

She never expected to be caught. A hand on her shoulder directed her to a dark Town car that drove for what felt like days. Jinx passed out in the car because the next thing she knew she was in a house large enough for 20 people and then some. Opening the door she was lead around the house to one of the smaller bedrooms. A woman who sat the end of the bed stood up. Jinx looked at her. Japanese with short red head approximately 5'8 with a thin build. She introduced herself as Libra.

Training began at 6 am the next morning. Physical training like running laps and flipping tires to get Jnx into peak physical form. Weights came later. Over the next 3 years Jinx went from a mental case living of the streets to a fighting prodigy.  Boxing in the basement against Libra turned to staffs they honed on Jinx's natural ability to take a ranged fight to a physical brawl in a matter of months

Swords came next. The blades Jinx grew to use were seen as one blade or Dual Dao swords. Wielding the dual three foot long broadswords Jinx became a figurative hurricane. Libra said it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Over time the repetitive spinning motion became a second nature.

Shortly before her 15th birthday Jinx was picked up by a satyr and brought to the camp. On the way there she was attacked. At one point she was almost overwhelmed by monsters.  Being surrounded by monsters there was a light over her head. The mark of Ares. That's when the attack from Jinx happened. A whirlwind of metal and dust exploded into the air. The dust settled and Jinx as still standing. A few days later they made it to Half-blood hill

Personality: Jinx is an Introvert, preferring to stay by herself or close friends or family members. With the promise of protection from her sister broken years ago she finds it hard to really trust anyone. She tends to keep her mouth shut, although she will lose her temper when she is provoked causing her to speak her mind in the heat of the moment. However, Jinx talks little of her family, nor does she ever Bring up the subject, keeping such part of her life hidden. She will change the subject to avoid mention of her family. Jinx is a slight rebel but that is just part of her charm. Being slightly crazy Jinx has been noticed to speak to herself or her weaponry.

Fatal Flaw: trust and loyalty.
Likes:
Loud music
Physical activity
Minty tasting food
Dislikes:
Not being able to do anything
Not being told everything that she needs to hear.
Shattered weapons


Physical Description: Stacey is 6'1" With long dark red almost black hair coming over her shoulders and reaching her the middle of her back. The piercing dark blue eyes seem to look into your soul. Slim build but well toned. Long piano like player hands at the end of a spear like arm.  Toned legs make her look like a long-distance runner.

Dressing Style: a silver necklace round her neck from her half brother with a Celtic ring on it. She never wore anything other than a well fit pair of jeans as well as a dark gray shirt tattered around the waist. a simple torn up sweater usually covers the shirt. Her uncles military jacket is almost always worn. Mud covers her hiking boots and the bottom of her jeans.

Demigod Talents:
Bloodlust:
Frenzy- with every third attack she deals Jinx attacks slightly faster. This ability works well with multiple people attacking her as she moves a fraction faster as well.
Death Lotus - Jinx separates the swords and spins on her toes like a top and starts slashing the air. Some instances she throws her daggers.


Weapons: Dual Dao swords made of hard tempered celestial Bronze.
A belt of dagger around her waist made of bronze and silver.
Hand to hand combat training from fights on the streets. Mix Martial Arts training.