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 |  Subject: Lexi's Cleanest Characters  Tue Jun 28, 2011 7:23 pm | |
| ACCEPTED CHARACTERS"I'm on the right track, baby. . ."- Spoiler:
 Name: Alexandra Cameron Dashwood
Aliases: Alex
Name Origin: Greek
Name Meaning: "Protector of mankind"
Age: 15 years old
Birthday: October 25
Gender: Female
Years at camp: This is her second year.
Friends:
~Hale Drem, best friend, 11, Apollo Cabin Leader
~Abel Montgomery, crush, 16, blind.
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Family: Marissa Dashwood, mother; Grayson Dashwood, brother, 18; Artie Hill, cousin, 12, lives with the Dashwoods.
Brief History: Alex Dashwood grew up in New Orleans, Louisiana, living with only her mom. Everything was going well for her. But then, it all came crashing down. Her mom couldn't pay the taxes. They lost their house. On top of all that, Hurricane Katrina hit. Her mom died during the hurricane. Alex had shelter in an old bomb cellar where she stayed for the week of the hurricane. When it was over, Alex emerged from the shelter to see everything destroyed. When she emerged, Alex had been claimed as a daughter of Apollo, when a holographic lyre appeared over her head. She realized the one place she had to go. Before she died, her mom talked about a summer camp for sons and daughters of Olympians in Long Island, New York. Determined to get there, Alex trekked through nine states, with help from her father. It took 5 years, believe it or not. She was 9 when she left. Now she is 15 and is a year rounder, because she has no home. This is her 1st year at camp.
Physical appearance: Alex is a pretty nice-looking young lady. She has long, medium black hair that cascades to her middle back. Her skin is almost pale. Her eyes are a chocolate brown, which have perfect vision. Some freckles dot the bridge of her nose. Alex is the average height and weight for her age. She has braces on all of her teeth, and the colors of those braces vary. Around her neck is a golden lyre pendant, on a simple strand of yarn. Her smile seems to make everybody around her happy.
Personality: Alex is pretty nice. She will treat you the way you treat her. So treat her nice. If not, she can and will hurt you. She is sensitive, and will cry over some really simple things. Like most Apollo children, she is creative & musically inclined. She can play the guitar, drums, keyboard, and she has an amazing voice. Alex is claustrophobic. She can not be put in any small space, or she'll freak out.
Pets: None
Wants: A nice beagle. She tried to recruite Hale to find her one, but they never got to go.
Weapons: Her sword, Adrenaline, and her bow, Bounty Hunter.
Talents:
~Healing
~Archery
~Playing guitar, drums, and keyboard
~Singing
~Playing Angry Birds
Other: Alex is ADDICTED to Angry Birds on her iPod Touch.
". . .I was born this way."
-----------------". . .I've become so numb, I can't feel you there / become so tight, so much more aware. . ."- Spoiler:
 Name: Oliver Derek Thomas
Aliases: Ollie, Zeusie
Name Origin: Latin, but Ollie is Greek. (Weird.)
Name Meaning: "The olive tree"
Age: 15
Birthday: March 5th
Gender: Male
Years in Camp: 5 years.
Friends:
~Caterina Gonzalez, friendly friend, 15, nickname: Catalyst
God Parent: Zeus
Mortal Family: Delilah Thomas, mother; Jayson Thomas, brother, 20, died in car crash.
Brief History: Ollie grew up in the Hollywood Hills in California. He fit well with the crowd there, his mother was a well-respected actor, and he had the 'look'. His mother was always filming something, so Ollie had to fend for himself. But he was totally fine with that. But when he was 5, his older brother, Jayden, died in a car accident. He learned to cope with it. After a while, everybody in L.A. knew about him, and they treated him like he was a real celebrity. His mom had enough money to go around, so Ollie used it all of the time. Getting the latest styles, the best food in town, life was pretty good. Then there was the day his life changed. One day, Ollie was walking down the street to go get a hot dog at Crif's. Then, a hand with hair all over the lower part of it grabbed Ollie by his shirt collar and pulled him into a dark alley.It was dark. That's one of the things I remember. The alley reeked of...cabbage, I think it was. The face covered with hair stared back at me it's eyes wild. It looked like it was half-goat and half-teenager."Blaah!" It bleated.Nervous, I tried to shake the hand off of me and run away. But the way the hybrid thing looked at me, I felt that he wanted to help me. "What do you want from me?" I ask him, my voice trembling.His eyes darted around, then seemed to rest on me. "I've found you. You're the one I've been looking for."I was freaked out. "Lea...leave me alone!" "You need to come with me, son of Zeus." He said, his voice suddenly low.What the heck, I thought. Zeus? That stuff I learned about in school. "I talked to your mother. You need to come with me.""I don't believe you.""You're special, Oliver Thomas. There's a place for people like you."
I gulped. This was scary. I could almost see the headlines tomorrow: ACTRESS' FIRST BORN SON KILLED BY GOAT-BOY. Then something weird happened. The alley was filled with light, and I looked up to see if the sun had passed over us. Instead, I saw a holographic lightning bolt. The thing's eyes widened, and he looked at me. The next thing I knew, everything went dark, and I was all of the way across the country.Ollie currently is a year-round camper at CHB. He has a fear of going back to Cali because everybody there thinks he's dead.
Physical Appearance: Ollie has jet black hair styled in a skater sort of thing. It is flippable, and Ollie flips it all the time. His eyes are a striking and piercing sky blue. People could look into his eyes and get hypnotized. He has eyebrows that are a bit bushy. He is taller than most, and he is normal weight for a 15 year old. Ollie likes to wear rock and roll t-shirts with thick flannels over them in the winter. He likes his shirts long and a bit baggy. He likes to stay in fashion, so his look will change from time to time. He also wears dark jeans- not skinny- and neon colored Converse sneakers. His favorites are lime green, and bright orange. Ollie has five I 3 Boobies bracelets, and 2 Free Hugs bracelets.
Personality: Ollie is self-proclaimed 'awesome'. He's funny, and mostly nice. Sometimes he gets carried away a bit, and can annoy people. He is not emo, and gets very touchy if you call him that. He is very touchy in general, like most Zeus kids. He likes playing pranks on some, and he likes to party and have a good time. He can be outgoing at times, and that could be bad sometimes. He will protect his friends if they're getting bullied and such.
Fatal Flaw: A bit too protective, and a bit touchy.
Pets: None
Wants: A dog. Plain and simple. But no prissy dogs. Just no.
Weapons: He likes to use daggers. He has a favorite one called Elektrik.
Talents:
~Skateboarding
~Snowboarding
~Playing Call of Duty
~Eating.
Other: He collects MAD magazines and keeps his stack by his bunk in the Zeus cabin.
" . . .I've become a mess, all I want to do / Is be more like me, and be less like you. . ."-----------------"Do you know what's worth fighting for, and if its not worth dying for?"- Spoiler:
 Name: Joseph Trey Parker McDaniels
Aliases: Joey, Joe, Jo
Name Origin: Hebrew
Name Meaning: "God will increase"
Age: 20,
Birthday: August 31
Gender: Male
Years at Camp: 16
Friends:
~Wendy Moss, half-sister, 17, friend
~Stella Johnson, girlfriend, 2
God Parent: Euterpe, Muse of Music
Mortal Family: David McDaniels, father, M.I.A
Brief History: Joey has had a somewhat sad life. He grew up in an apartment in Manhattan, just a mere ten minutes from Camp Half Blood. His dad, David, was always at his job as an accountant. Then four-year-old Joey had to learn to live in somewhat solitude. His babysitter, Jake, only came from 5 to 7 P.M. on weekdays. Anyway, one day, Joey decided to go to the park by himself. He got a block away from the park when a monster, to mortals it was a drunk driver, hit Joey in the back. He was taken to the hospital, where he stayed in a coma for about a week. When he woke up, the doctors decided he had a small case of amnesia. When his visitors, there was not many, had their private time with him, Jake showed up as a satyr. Joey laughed and said, "Goat man!" Then Jake took him and transported to CHB, where he currently is. His amnesia was not big, he knows his name, and some of what he learned in those four years. CHB was were he was claimed by Euterpe, muse of music. Finally, about a couple of weeks ago, Jake gave him a letter which stated that David had gone missing. Joey just shrugged and threw it away. He didn't even know who David was. (His amnesia.)
Physical Appearance: Joey has short black hair that is just long enough for him to run his fingers through it when he's nervous. He has hazel eyes and a sort of lopsided smile. About his size: he is six-foot-one and about 140 pounds. He usually towers over most campers. Joey's 'style' is open baseball jerseys with t-shirts under it. He's built, because he goes to the beach every so often and throws a football around.
Personality: Joey is the type of guy who takes life by the horns. He would do pretty much anything, no matter the consequence afterwards. And that could be bad sometimes. He also shakes things off quickly, mostly nothing fazes him. Joey likes to joke a lot and act dumb. He is what most people would call 'stupid.'
Pets: None
Wants: A golden retriever. He loves dogs.
Weapons: Joey uses a bronze double bladed axe.
Talents: Joey can play football, pretty much play whatever instrument is handed to him, and he is surprisingly good at sudoku.
Other: Joey is the new Muses Cabin Leader.
". . .Does it take your breath away, and you feel yourself suffocating?"-----------------"My shadow's the only one that walks beside me, my shadow heart's the only thing that's beating. . ."- Spoiler:
 Name: Damon Michael BrennerAliases:NoneName Origin:GreekName Meaning: Constant, LoyalAge: 15Birthday: January 6th, 1996Gender: MaleYears at camp: 5 yearsRelationships:~Bridget Ryann Brenner, long-lost sister, 14, Peitarchia~Rachel Ann Biersack, crush, 15, ZeusGod Parent: Petarchia, goddess of obedience.Mortal Family: Jennifer Hollis, adoptive mother; Henrik Hollis, adoptive father; Lyle Hollis, brotherBrief History: Damon was originally born in San Francisco. Little is known about his childhood. He was born to a father who couldn't keep him, and Peitarchia, goddess of obedience. His father immediately gave him up, and Damon was sent to live in an orphanage. Being extremely obedient, Damon pleased the staff in the orphanage, but was constantly made fun of by the other orphans. Damon was extremely nice, but it was hard for him to find friends. No one understood why he did everything that was asked of him, or why he didn't seem to enjoy breaking the rules. Damon tried to ignore the other kids, and it was when he turned 5 that he met a kind family. They had come to Oklahoma to find a son, and Damon fit all their qualities. The moment he was adopted, the bullies regretted making fun of him and grew jealous. Before he left for Texas, they poured a can of tomato sauce into his bag, and when Damon arrived at his new farm, he had no items to remember his dad left. Damon was never really found of his dad, but he did strangely remember his dad telling him, "Never forget these words. I love you, but I can't have you. Remember me, okay." As Damon grew older, his new parents proved to be different than they were in the orphanage. All the boy could do was work, and he was whipped by his father if he didn't. His mother never cooked food for Damon, and the boy was beaten if he tried to eat any of the crops. Late at night, Damon could hear them plotting to get rid of him, and it forcing Damon to do what they said. He was extremely scared of his home, and he knew he had to get out. In his struggle to leave, Damon discovered his skill, horseback riding. The Brenners had actually done one good thing or their son. They bought him a horse. Damon had never ridden the horse, Chester, before, but when he hopped on, the horse did whatever Damon commanded him to do. He had also found a new power. Animals obeying him. As he was carried away from the farm on his horse, Damon stumbled upon a house Chester stopped at. Reading the mailbox, Damon gasped. He remembered the last name. After all, he had been told to remember his father, hadn't he? Leading Chester up the gravel driveway, the two cut across Damon's father's lawn. When he peered inside the window, the Brenner boy was shocked. His dad was in there, alright, but he was with a lady and two kids. Shocked, Damon turned away. After sitting for a minute and collecting himself, the boy mounted his horse and ran away farther. He was leaving. This place was nothing like he had been hoping. This place was for liars.Sometime after that, Damon ran into another cowboy on a horse, or, at least what looked like a cowboy on a horse. After finding out the man was a centaur, "Brenner" flipped. He wanted to run away screaming, but the centaur told him that there was a safe home for Damon to go to. Wanting a home more than anything, the boy followed, and soon wound up in a camp called Camp Half Blood. "Go," the centaur said, smiling. "And take your horse."Physical Appearance: Suprisingly, Damon is very cute. A lot of girls have crushes on him, yet they don’t admit it. Nobody wants to admit they have a crush on the dorky guy. He has short, brown hair which sticks out cutely above his head. He had gotten a haircut a few months back- he had long helmet hair, but Damon decided to cut it all off. Or, at least, most of it. He likes his hair though, less to fret about. It also makes him look older. His eyebrows are a bit bushy, but it only accentuates his big, blue eyes. Yes, his eyes are usually a draw-in to girls. Damon wears contacts, he always has. He has never, ever, worn a pair of glasses- and never will.Damon’s face is pretty much smooth and non-pimply. He has one or two here and there, but they are barely noticeable. He is tall, standing at 5’ 8”, towing over most girls his age. And, he is skinny to boot, being only 100 pounds and in 9th grade. He is classified as “Underweight” for his age group. Damon’s style? A cross between preppy cute, rocker, and just plain out casual. He doesn’t buy expensive clothes; mostly because he can’t afford it. All of his clothes he gets from his various odd jobs around the camp and NYC.Personality: Damon is an all-around nice guy who's certainly not one to complain. He rarely whines about his life and curses those who may. Just because Damon's a trusting person doesn't mean he doesn't see the mistrust in others. He can be oblivious to lying and doesn't understand why people cannot just say the truth. To sum him up, he's very naive and trusting of humanity, or rather, gullible. When he was in school, he had straight A's on his report card and a grade point of average of three-point-five.Fatal Flaw: Damon has a few, actually. For one, he trusts people too easily. Second, he does whatever somebody tells him to do.Pets: Damon’s horse, Chester. Chester is pure black, with white spots around the eyes. Wants: Nothing, Damon is content with what he has.Weapons: Damon hates to fight, but he does have a bronze dagger in case of emergencies.Talents: ~Animals can obey him~Damon is pretty smart~Riding horses~He can work during long periods of time without a problemOther: He has a slight Texas twang, of course, from living there for most his life.
" . . .Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me / 'till then I walk alone. . ."
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