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Oliver Ezekiel Mitchell
[[ Ollie ; Olivier ; Mitchell ; Mitchy ; Ol ]]
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Age/Birthday:
15
[[ 31 // 08 ]]
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Klymene, Goddess of Fame and Infamy.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Kenny Mitchell [[ father ]]
Kyle Mitchell [[ Brother ; 19 ]]
Years in Camp:
5
Brief History:
Kenny Mitchell was born in a place where nobody grew up to be anybody, and if you had high hopes, they would be crushed to pieces before your eleventh birthday. It wasn’t a nice place to be, and everyone knew it. They just went on with their dead-end lives, raising dead-end children, just as they had done for centuries. But Kenny wouldn’t let his dreams and ambitions be crushed by his forefather’s negative words, nor the general stereotyping of his city. Kenny dared to hope, and was one of the few people who didn’t want to be stuck in a boring job going nowhere. He wanted to be an actor, and practised at his trade day in, day out, even after many ridiculed him and his own father threw him out of the house for having “absurd” hopes and dreams. It was at this moment that Klymene noticed him; a seventeen year old Kenny, who had nowhere to go, and no-one to love, and immediately took pity on the no-hope actor. That pity soon turned to love, and as she posed as his “agent”, she managed to land him some of the biggest roles there were available in TV sitcoms and movies and stuff. And how did he repay her? With a date, a nice meal out in New York, in a fancy restaurant to celebrate his success. After a bottle of wine too many, the pair ended up in bed together, and nine months later, their first child together arrived. Kenny took some time off work to raise the baby Kyle, and thought that with the help of Klymene, the family would do just fine. Except Klymene didn’t stay around – she disappeared off the face of the earth. Kenny couldn’t believe it, and didn’t understand why his loving partner would abandon him like this. Without Klymene, he was nothing – he scored no big parts [[he actually scored no parts whatsoever, to be frank]] and was mainly focussed on raising Kyle. And then, four years later, she came back to him, telling him of a new part in a major film. Shocked that she was back, he took her advice and tried out for the role. Somehow, even though he was missing from the scene for four years, he landed to part [[thanks to some magic on Klymene’s part.]] and to celebrate, he took her out for dinner again, not only to celebrate, but to try to relive “the old times.” Needless to say, this resulted in another baby, but this time, Klymene actually handed the child over to Kenny herself instead of leaving it on the doorstep. Needless to say [[I seem to be using that phrase a lot.]] this didn’t end well.
“What do you mean you’re leaving?” he demanded, snatching the baby from her, giving her the meanest glare he could conjure up. Here she was – this woman – his woman – whom he had loved for so many years, telling him that, once again, she was going to leave him. She was going to leave him with two young children.
“I’m sorry, Kenny, but it has to be done. I can’t stay here anymore. I wish I could but. . .” she left it there, before walking towards him, planting a swift kiss on top of Kenny’s head, and another one on her son’s forehead. “Stay safe, stay sweet, my young boy.” She whispered, before disappearing out of their lives forever. She was never seen again, but she was pretty angry with Kenny. How dare he not understand? Using her godly magic, she made sure that he was never famous again, using her influence over infamy.
After that, no-one heard the name Kenny Mitchell again. He stayed in the shadows, raising his children as normally as he could. Years passed, and Oliver and his brother grew up as normal as possible. Yeah, money was tight sometimes, but they managed, and were a fairly happy family. And then Oliver turned ten. He was playing outside with Kyle, a simple game of catch in the front yard, when he was approached by a dog. Or at least, what he thought was a dog. Kyle warned him to stay away from it, ‘cause it had three heads, but Oliver just dismissed it as Kyle’s dodgy eyesight acting up again. Oliver couldn’t see through the mist ; Kyle could. The ten year old went to pet the dog, not realising that it was actually a hellhound. Upon touching the beast, it attacked Oliver, and not knowing what else to do, Kyle fetched Kenny, who separated the boy from the dog, but at a huge cost – his own life. Kyle and Oliver were fatherless, with a mother whom hadn’t shown up in ten years. A passer-by [[most likely a satyr, neither of them said what it was exactly]] saw the mangled man, the injured youth and the frightened teen, and hurried the boys away from the scene, taking them to a secret camp, which he named “Camp Half Blood.” Apparently, the boys were both the children of a god, or a goddess, and they must stay here to train how to be safe within the world. Once again, not much happened for a few more years, until Oliver was thirteen. Late in the night, a fifteen year old Kyle nudged Oliver awake, asking him to leave camp with him. After thinking for a few minutes, Oliver declined the offer, leaving Kyle to traverse the world on his own, only aided by the help of his sword.
And then two years passed.
And now we’re here.
Physical Appearance:
Okay, so let’s start from the top and work our way down. First off, Oliver’s hair is a sort of bleach blonde, with a dark blonde base, intertwined with lighter strands occasionally. He doesn’t really give a damn about how he looks, so he usually just leaves his hair however it was when he woke up, with it looking like a bird’s nest most of the time. If he’s being forced to go to a formal event, he will attempt to calm it, but otherwise don’t expect him to try to calm it for you. His eyes are a stone gray, simple as that, and are fairly average in size and width, as in not tilted or slanted or anything. His nose is slightly upturned, and his lips are slightly wider than the average persons, but not as wide as Sam of Glee’s. I mean, they’re proper fish lips. Anyway, back on subject, his skin is pale, with a few spots on his forehead from where the grease on his hair has caused them to break out. His body type is lean, not exactly muscled, but not pure skin and bone either, although his body is not that of a fully matured man, somewhat stuck in the awkward in-between stage of teen hood. He likes to dress in simple clothes – baggy jeans, trainers and t-shirts. Simple as that.
Personality:
I’m going to be honest with you in saying that not much can scare Oliver. I mean, he watched his father be mauled to death by a hellhound at the age of ten, was told he was a demi-god, and watched his last living relative walk away from him into the darkness. In fact, the only thing that has ever managed to frighten Oliver is dogs, especially the larger ones like Alsatians and Bulldogs, for obvious reasons. He cannot lie, and always has a say in his opinion and what he thinks about other people. He simply lacks the ability to conceal what he’s actually thinking. Unless you say something on the topic of how hopeless he is, how stupid he is, or how his father was so dumb to rush off into the jaws of a hellhound, then he should be rather pleasant with you, and generally not bite your head off.
Despite having minor dyslexia, he does enjoy reading, especially science-fictions, autobiographies and biographies, although he hates vampire fiction. Music wise, he likes Billy Joel and Hazel O’Connor, and that’s pretty much it.
Fatal Flaw:
He lacks a sense of fear, which could prove quite disastrous in battle. For if he rushes into something unprepared, it could ultimately end up in death.
Pets:
Oliver has no pets.
Talents:
Such a strange thing to have as a talent, but Oliver can influence people to showcase their talents whenever they are near him, and he can tell if it is worthy of fame or not. Another, more mundane talent he has is being a quick runner, and, due to his father, he is a brilliant actor.
Weapons:
Even though he’s been here for five years now, he still only has a basic Camp Half Blood sword with no name. He rarely uses it anyway.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year – round, due to his father being dead and his brother being MIA.
Other:
Play – by = Bertie Gilbert

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Opal Annalise Rena
[[ Rennie ; Anna ]]
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Age/Birthday: 17 :: 13/01
Gender:
Female
God Parent:
Eros, god of love, procreation and sexual desire.
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Annetté Rena (mother) :: Marcel Rena (16 : half-brother)
Years in Camp:
Well, she only spent a few months in camp last time she was here, which was about two years ago. But now, she's angry, and here to stay.
Brief History:
When they say Paris is the city of love, they are correct. All three of the Rena family were known throughout their small town just outside Paris as being romancers, each of them having a certain pull towards them that not many people could resist. However, the Rena with the strongest pull had always been Opal. Opal's mother made no bones about why this was, always bragging about `her daughter the demi-god.` The obvious favouritism from mother to children seemed to make relationships between the two siblings awkward, with Marcel being highly jealous of the extra attention given to Opal. A rift was formed between the pair, and as soon as he turned 16, Marcel broke his mother's heart by coming out as a homosexual, and moving as far away from the pair as possible. The tables turned. Opal became hated by her mother for `turning` her precious little son (who now seemed to be favourite child) and was sent away to the only place her mother believed she belonged - Camp Half-Blood. This was so long ago, when she was fifteen. She arrived at camp, fresh from Paris, where she broke the heart of Austin within her first few days, when she met Sam. Samuel Adraltz was a fellow player, and the two quickly fell for each other. After going through a number of problems [[including Sam proposing to a different girl, and getting attacked by Ares]] Sam eventually tried to leave on his pegasi. The problem was, Opal didn't want him to leave, so she begged him to let her go with him, which he allowed her to. After she refused his first marriage proposal, things went downhill from there. The tension was too much for them to bear, and only two years later, they split up, and went their seperate ways, with Opal coming back to camp, with no idea where Sam had gone. Probrably to another woman. When she arrived, she was sick of what she had once been. So she changed everything - she dyed her hair pink, started using her middle name as her first name by going by Annalise instead of Opal, and even started wearing brown contact lenses, to try and get away from the "blonde haired blue eyed" girl she used to be. And that was that. No more candlelight. No more romance. No more smalltalk, now the hunger's gone.
Physical Appearance:
When her mother was proud of her `beautiful` daughter, she always praised Opal for her honey-blonde hair, and blue eyes, `Obviously inheriting her mother's looks.` These looks were twinned with english rose skin (even though she was french) that remained pretty much spot-free for most of her adolescence, all placed upon a 5"7 girl. Her dress sense is one she has worked on and perfected (in her eyes) since she was 14, usually wearing dresses in some shade of pink, or pastel blue, paired with high heels. She rarely strays away from her style, but if she does do so, she can be found in jeggings and a neon vest top.
Or at least, she used to, before she broke up with Sam. Now, her eyes are a chocolate brown, thanks to contacts, and her hair is short and pink, with a fringe and bangs. Her skin is still pale, and spot-free, and she's grown a bit since we've last seen her. She now stands at 6'2" instead of 5'7", and instead of dressing in dresses and generally being in style, she now opts for the safer version of long-sleeve t-shirts and plain black skinny jeans, paired with sneakers fit for running away from trouble with the name of Sam.
Personality:
Opal's personality is not one of the nicest there is out there. She is a big-headed, spoiled-rotten brat, who has no idea on how the real world works, too caught up within her own barbie world. She holds no concern for other people, only caring about herself, not really giving a flying damn about anyone else, not even those whom she holds close to her heart. However, this is merely a facade, and deep down within the stone-cold, self-centered heart of hers, is a warm spot, where she holds enough love, compassion and emotion to really make someone's life a much better and brighter place. And she's still searching (although she doesn't realise it) for that one person.
Except now she's found him, and she hates him for reasons she won't tell me. When she left, she became subdued; quiet and shy, and generally hides herself away from the world. She doesn't like to talk, especially of her past.
Fatal Flaw:
She suffers from a crippling shyness, and finds it difficult to trust people. She also has a crippling fear of love, especially after what's happened in her past.
Pets:
The first thing she did when she left Sam was buy herself a small tabby cat whom she named "Chase"
Talents:
Whilst she can still pretty much woo any man she wants, she never delves into that talent anymore, and pretty much has a fear of all males. She also is incredibly quick, and spends most of her time running.
Weapons: Her face. All jokes aside, she does have a hidden dagger in her waistband, but doesn't use it often. She also has a celestial bronze sword which is engraved with the word "Adraltz"
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round, for now.
Other:
She has a crippling fear of love and men.

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James Harrison North
[[Jamie ;; Jimmy ;; Jammy ;; Jim-Jam]]

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Age/Birthday:
16/04
[[ 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. Also, he hates when people mess up his hair. Just ask Agile.

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Francesca Haruka Carter
[[ Frankie :: Fran :: Haru :: Frostie ]]
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Age/Birthday:
16
[[ 06 :: 09 ]]
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Khione
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Aleksy Carter [[ father ]]
Declan O’Donnaghue [[ adopted father ]]
Mary O’Donnaghue [[ adopted mother ]]
Years in Camp:
2
Brief History:
Born and raised in Russia, Aleksy was no stranger to cold, beautiful women. But he never fell for one harder than he fell for Khione, greek goddess of snow. From the first moment he saw her, he was mesmerised by her coldness and the way she almost blended into the snowy backdrop of his homeland. Her eyes were what caught his attention the most – almost the exact same colour as icicles, and twice as frosty. One look in them, and he was stuck in a trance, one he could never break free of until either his mother slapped him hard across the face whilst yelling at him to get back to peeling vegetables, or his father allowed him to ride in his combine harvester on the farm. If there was one thing that Aleksy loved more than Khione’s eyes, it was machinery. In fact, he could often be found saying the words “without heart, we would be mere machines.” It was almost like his little catchphrase.
One fine day [[well, as fine as you can get within the snowy borders of Russia]] Aleksy was shopping with his mother in their local marketplace when he quite literally bumped into Khione, sending her basket of goods flying onto the cobbled pavement underneath them. After apologizing profusely, he offered to make up for the tumble in the only way he knew fit – taking her out for dinner. She accepted his proposition, and he was ecstatic. The date was set for two weeks from that day, and Aleksy found himself counting down every millisecond until he could see her at the restaurant. He was like a man obsessed ; not even the promise of a ride in his father’s combine harvester could break his trance this time, until the actual day of the date itself. Then, the nerves broke through. Aleksy was so nervous, that instead of saying hello, he said something along the lines of “father, please get off the potatoes.” Luckily for him, she understood how nervous he was and laughed it off, passing it off as a joke. All in all, the date went okay, and Khione agreed to meet him for a second time a few days later. The second turned into a third, the third into a fourth, the fourth into a fifth. On the sixth date, Aleksy finally got the hint, and took her back to his apartment [[yes, Mr.Iloveridingmyfather’scombineharvester did actually own his own house and live there.]] where Khione finally managed to seduce Aleksy into his bed.
The next morning, Aleksy expected them to wake up side by side and partake in some loving cuddling. But Khione had other plans – in fact, she was already dressed, and about to leave. When confronted, she simply replied with “I’m sorry, Aleksy, but we can’t go on like this. I have to go.” Aleksy was distraught, and even more so when, nine months later, a small bundle of sheets containing a little baby girl appeared on his doorstep.
For the first couple of years of her life, Francesca was raised in neglect. Her father didn’t want her, as she reminded him too much of Khione, therefore he didn’t look after her, often abandoning her in her crib whilst he went to drink away his troubles. Of course, he did occasionally have kind days in which he would bother to feed her and change her diaper, but otherwise she was just a disturbance to him. On her third birthday, Aleksy took her over to the local orphanage, where he left her. He just didn’t want to know anymore.
Francesca lived in the orphanage for eleven years, alongside many other children. She never considered them as her family – they didn’t usually stay around long enough for her to get to know them, but they were a pretty good group of people, especially Mrs. Svent. Mrs. Svent was the owner of the orphanage, and the sole provider for the children. It was her whom taught Francesca all she needed to know – from her seven times table to the alphabet; from how to talk to people to how to act towards people. If Francesca could call anyone at the orphanage family, it would be Mrs. Svent. Alas, all good things come to an end. Just after her fourteenth birthday, a couple of rich Americans paid a visit to the orphanage in search of some “poor Russian child” who’s life they could make infinitely better. Looking for someone quiet and clever, the two Americans [[namely Declan and Mary O’Donnaghue]] instantly fell in love with Francesca, whom was sat in a corner quietly reading a novel. Without even speaking or consulting her, the adoption papers were signed, and Francesca was shipped off to a scary new world known as America. She went to live with the two in their house, situated in new York, and she struggled to fit in at all. It was lucky on her part that she only managed to stay there for two weeks; at the beginning of week three she was attacked by an empousa. When she informed Declan and Mary, they sent her away to a special camp recommended to them by a friend.
Physical Appearance:
Like most Khione children, her hair is pale, [[blonde, to be exact]] and curls down in waves, ending at the base of her neck. Her eyes, however, she inherits from her father, and they are a light hazel colour, the perfect mix of chocolate brown and emerald green. Those are the only things she thanks her father for – her eyes. Her skin is pale, from not going outside an awful lot, and being the daughter of the goddess of snow, and her height stands at 5’8”. She is unlikely to grow any more. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, and often avert to the ground through shyness, and a smile is not often seen on her face. Nor is a frown; she just keeps her expression neutral.
In terms of fashion, she simply wears pastel-coloured skinny jeans, her favourite being a light purple pair, paired with a bright orange Camp Half Blood T-Shirt, which she has heavily covered with doodles and quotes, her favourite one being across her chest – “I don’t speak hipster gibberish.” On her feet are usually either plain sneakers or trainers, depending on her mood, and she almost always carries around a plain black windbreaker, just in case. You never knew when it was going to snow.
Personality:
Quiet and subdued, Francesca does not care for social interaction and much prefers to simply be alone in a corner with a book. However, this doesn’t mean she’s shy, quite the opposite. She will happily talk to someone if they decide to talk to her, but will not go out of her way to talk to somebody, no matter how special they seem to her. That is, unless she knows them incredibly well. Like her mother, Francesca can be extremely mean and cold-hearted, and doesn’t care much for apologies. Despite not being a child of Athena, Francesca isn’t half bad at being smart, and, despite her dyslexia, she does enjoy reading and writing. She can’t stick science, and would rather leave the unknown to be unknown. She has a strong faith in both the greek gods and the catholic God, and visits an off-campus church whenever she gets the chance. She doesn’t smile or laugh often, nor does she cry or get angry. She just stays emotionless, often on the outside and the inside.
In terms of music, she doesn’t like any type, except for Mika, whom she has a soft-spot for. She pretty much likes any type of literature, from classical to romance and everything in between, so if you want to find her, look in the library- it’s kind of her second home apart from the Khione cabin.
Fatal Flaw:
Francesca has multiple flaws. One of those is that she has an incredibly low level of self-esteem, and doesn’t believe she’ll ever succeed in anything, no matter whatever anyone says to her. Another thing is that she cannot make decisions whatsoever, and is incredibly indecisive despite having ADHD. A third one is that she can sometimes get a little bit carried away with whatever she is doing, and can alienate herself from people incredibly easily.
Pets:
Francesca has a white cat called Kyrin which stays with her wherever she goes.
Talents:
[] She can freeze water with a touch.
[] She can make a room drop in temperature, although it takes a lot of her energy.
[] If she gets really angry at someone, she turns her anger into snow, and naturally makes a small cloud over their head which continues to flurry down on the victim until she gets too tired or the anger wears off. Whichever comes first.
Weapons:
Francesca’s sword is a standard celestial bronze sword, except for the personalization on the handle; she’s painted it white to look like snow. She has a holster for the sword which she wears as a belt around her waist, which she has also personalized by doodling snowflakes onto it.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-Round
Other:
Despite being generally nerdy, she does have an artistic side and likes to personalize everything that she owns.
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HEY, MODS AND ADMINS AND PEOPLE WHO LIKE TO GIVE FEEDBACK! Yeah, looking at you there, Guest. WE HAVE ANOTHER ADDITION TO CAMP HALF BLOOD! Please welcome Oliver Ezekiel Mitchell to Ninja's list of Imaginary Friends. :3

Accepted!

HEY GUYS! Welcome back to my team Opal Annalise Rena! It's been a while, but she's finally back! :D

BIG FONT CHARACTER xD

Accepted!

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8D THANKS CRISPY!

Yah.
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Guys, not exactly a new arrival this time, but more of a comeback kid. Please welcome back Mr.obsessedwithmyhair James Harrison North!

HEY DUDES/MODS/ADMINS! We have another new addition to Camp Half Blood! YUP! MORE FRESH BLOOD! Here, please welcome Francesca Haruka Carter to my team. :3

So... much... reading...
Great character; accepted! :D

Thanks Tethys!

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