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 |  Subject: Banana's Tidy Little Hostages  Thu Oct 13, 2011 1:31 am | |
| I N T R O D U C T I O N Welcome to my newly cleaned up Characters Sheet! This is my final (I think) character topic. Compliments are oh-so welcomed. Flames and harsh critics are advised to say what's on their mind. I can handle it(I think).
Okay, I'm planning to re-type all of my characters, excluding Caroline Grail, since she's the newest addition to the group! Expect slight alteration to both Eli Breech and Bubby Jane Belen. Since both are new, they aren't gonna have a full make-over as Travis Novale. Oh, don't expect Hades to be around soon. He'd be inactive for a while. Zinnia Melion will be fully re-typed and reborn into my charrie sheet, so don't feel bad if you see her slightly changed. Thank you.
My characters came from here, so don't be shocked to see old/new faces of the inactivated.
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A little back story of my characters:Caroline Grail, is my real and true character. She reflects my real personality in the real world. She's bubbly and cheerful like me, but in the inside, something deep and dark remains undiscovered.
Eli Breech is my flirty side. Even though I have no clue on being flirty. He's charming, and very cheerful.
Bubby Jane Belen is childish. Like ME! She cheers everyone up, and loves everything, even past her tough- not- demeanor.
Travis Novale is my deeper and a more serious personality. Although he might be caught off guard, he always comes to the point of being anti-social. He hates authority and bullies- like I do- and Travis, even though he's got friends, travel alone.
Zinnia Melion is AWESOME. She's my main character. She's survived long enough, even if none of the firsts haven't. Well, Zin too has mood swings, and she's not the perfect one around. but somewhat, her imperfectness makes her perfectly mine.
Xian Baker is my New, dark character. He's the depressed side of my personality. Xian is just plain misunderstood. His appearance is kind of mysterious and dark, like how I am at my sad side. He'll pop out somewhere, so that I'll pull out some steam off the real world.
Mikayla Littner is my undiscovered side. Even I have a problem with her/myself. She's trouble some and unnoticed, and yet she's fine by it. Let's see where she'll be in a few years, shall we?
SO those are my personalities. Kinda few huh? well, I've got a lot. By the time I'll type each one as a charrie, I'll be 30, so be patient with my new ones. kthanksbye.
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ALL-CLEAR FOLKS! ~Loving Banana
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| C H A R A C T E R 1: I’m not as different as any people say,
because I’m being who and what I am……but if you say so I’m that crazy,
Well who wanted to be normal anyway, it’s so overrated nowadays. ‡||caroline||grail|| ‡
daughter of Khione - Spoiler:
Name: Caroline May Grail
Age/Birthday: January 1, 1994/17
God Parent: Khione
Years in camp: 6
Mortal Family: Chris Grail {father-dead}, Kris Grail{step-brother}, Caro Grail{step brother-dead}
Brief History:: One word would eventually, as Caroline would realize, describe her family. Insane. And it didn't take long for her to figure that one out too. Why, you may ask. Well, that's a question to be answered if we go back in time, when the moment Mr. Chris Guild and the goddess Khione met.
A fine melodramatic play happened in the winter of 1995. The masterpiece of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare was acted on stage in a local opera house. The line filed out, two blocks away, as to the leak of news, saying it was by far the most beautiful play to be presented in the small town of Orange County. Back then, televisions are too much expensive for one household to bear, and besides, it was a social event anyone who's anyone is going.
Two tickets that were purchased were dropped into the box. As the bus boy raised his hat in welcome, the pair seemed oblivious to the cold, with their fine tux and thin fabric dress. They stop out of the cold streets, littered with shivering play enthusiast, and almost, as if it were a simple cold night, they actually liked it. Having a more, expensive set of tickets, the couple got exclusive entrance, plus the all favorite front row seats. By standard would gap open their mouths as the two entered. They were simply majestic. Nothing more, nothing less.
As the the story progressed, the girl pressed closer to the man. She snuggled under his arm, which he slowly draped over her thin shoulders during the show. It was funny, as to the present was simply peaceful compared to what will happen next. But what does happen next wasn't really acceptable. As they approached the scene where both young teens have sworn their unending love for each other, Romeo and Juliet in friar Lawrence cell, the girl turned her head up to face her own man.
"Hon, what would you do, if I bring you news?" she asked.
The man gave off a hearty laugh, and replied, maybe something witty and charming, what he would always do. But before the words came out of his mouth, a loud explosion happened.
Chaos rained down the terrorized townsfolk. Wanting to get away, they pushed, scratched, clawed their way out of the collapsing theater. But the couple were trapped on the balcony, overlooking the now yapping whole on the wall. Standing amidst the rubble, another striking man came in. Bellowing great outrage, he pointed an accusing finger at the two. He roared anger, and the next thing everyone knew, darkness filled the place.
After a bottle of highly alcoholic beer, Chris set down his files near the computer. What's the use. People already think of him as crazy, after banging his head nine months ago and insisting of some crazed, mystical guy causing a ruckus rather than the said terrorist attack. Chris lost everything. Well, everything except his newly found labeling and fortunes. He lost his reputation. He lost the girlfriend only he knew. And soon, his own company will probably get the buyer the board of council suggested. So much for troubles.
A gently knock tapped his window, the certain window to his right side of the office. Curious, as too having that window cleared of any close branches or anything to have someone break into, Chris opened it and sticker his head out. Right there, at mid air, floated a pink basket. Plain look, it's simple pink-painted braids were enclosing blanket upon blanket of baby blue clothes. But unto closer inspection, the iridescent wings that attached themselves on the bottom of the basket supported its weight, and those baby blue blankets were...moving? Two plump kids were inside the thing. Too precious, Chris can't detach himself and leave them in an orphanage. But what about his own good?
Chris couldn't really know what to do with the kids. Now, since within those times, his original son from his former wife has moved into his home plus the fact that his career was at stake. What to do? Where to go? chris didn't know. But he did try.
Several year later, he raised the twins and his son Kris. The blue-eyed boy and thegreen-eyes girl were called Caro and Caroline. They were raised in a life of living, and rich, but were treated not as royals but ordinary kids. The only thing was, they had their things at home, and experience in their traveling cases.
They were happy yes. Until the day of the accident. Driving along country road with his darling kids, Chris has promised them to see the seaside shores of San Diego after he has finished his things. The twins now eight and Kris fourteen, he was surely trusting for them to be responsible already. Until what he didn't knew, he was to hope for a little more responsibility. As he left everyone in the hotel, Caro was fiddling with something. It was about 6 years after comming into their house did Chris really noticed that his son was a pyromaniac.
As a NASA scientist, Chris was always those people who'd be labeled the nice, crazy guy. And well, he was for buying that lighter to little Caro. Caro played with it everywhere they went. And so, as he slept, something happened. Caroline never blamed her brother for it, but that afternoon, hotel Dela Verde burned down to the ground. Kris was able to survive, since he was at the lobby complaining about the disfunctional remote, and so did Caroline. Caro on the other hand, well, he wasn't seen since then. Their father was devastated. But life did continue. Ony, a little alteration happened.
Driven mad, Chris was sent to a local aslyum to heal, calm down. While both kids were all alone in the world, in their home, they found a note. Written in fine script was the will of Chris, and even if he was just not there, he gave off his things, belongings to the Grail kids. The kids weren't kids, in the end. The experience he gathered has matured them into years. And yes, they lived humbly and in secrecy. Kris wouldn't associate himself with their father anyway, now that he was crazy.
At age eleven, Caroline was introduced to camp. Her brother was there, as she went up the hill, but he knew he wasn't welcomed there. In Manhattan, he lived normally, and brought all of his father's works there. Kris was following his father's footsteps, and so, the brother-sister would spend holidays together there in the state of New York. Their tightly bonded relationship would last longer, and they do hope, it will.
Personality: Caroline is a girl of hyperactivity and glee. She's bubbly, and so far, if you have her one her good side, she's talkative. She loves to talk, even though of the weirdest topics. She has a bright smile that would show her openess to others. She loves to act herself, and doesn't care about society's thoughts. She's a girl with great imagination, and loves to go on and imagine the craziest things. Caroline is a girl of randomness, but she has respect for others. Lesser respect is given if you're a bit of a big head. She doesn't care about anything, as long as you're a great conversationalist, she'll hang around. She's a girl who's a little bit clingy to her friends, and she'll dwell in the prescence of people known to her better. Caroline is a girl you'd often would like to have in parties, although all by herself is also great. She has a cool, approachable and kind demeanor that hides her insane mind. Due to genetics, or whatever that is, she's a little bit not right in the head. She's a little bit of crazy at times too. She wanders around, but mind you, she could carry her own weight fine as ever.
Her slim shoulders aren't really for responsibility. But she could be caring and helpful at times. Caroline is a girl who is a great trouble a lot of times. She has quite a temper, once it builds up in her chest. She snaps randomly, making her a ticking time bomb, and mood swings are common for her age. She is a great emotional swinger, making her very hard to understand. She seems flirty at times, talking to boys mostly, and exchanging great similarities, since her great attraction to cars, music and guns, and she might be labeled wrong. But in reality, she's just that friendly. She likes to say pick-up lines, but doesn't really mean it, sometimes to the extent of making fun of them and changing the ending lines. Caroline is just that open. She does hate bullies though. And to her great weakness, she doesn't like anyone to hate her. At all. One simple comment will make her paralyzed, and she woud break down whenever alone if anyone does. Caroline is random, but she is a good friend. She's kind and trustworthy, even with that motor mouth. She's a little bit weird, but past that, you could count on her. Always.
Appearance: Having their traits from their father, the three Grail kids have reddish locks. The twins' locks were more dulled, though, and Kris' hair had a more prominent shade of red. Caroline has curled eyelashes that has a lighter shade than that of her hair. She has green irises that seemes like made out of spirng leaves. Her face is heart shaped, and her almond eyes are just under her widow's peak. She has pale white skin, normally a little colder in room temperature, and her stance is tall. She's about 5'7" and weighs about 43 kilograms. She's skinny, and eats a lot, but doens't grow too wide becuase she's very active.
Caroline has ADHD, or even the mother of all ADHDs. She can't go still, being fidgety in her place, even for a minute. She like to wear only a small amount of defensive armour during practices, because honestly, she can't move fast in them. Caroline is always around, almost everywhere at once. That's why her dressing style is simple but sometimes stylish. She doesn't prefer to dress elegently during ordinary days, but unlike most, she's got no ill motives for dresses. Her shoes range from doll shoes to sneakers to combat boots. Caroline has scars, from falling down trees a lot, and she's got sturdy arms helping her to climb everywhere. Caroline aways blushes beet red whenever fattered, embarrassed or just plain angry.
Fatal Flaw: Caroline has a major problem with authority. She's a trouble maker, and since she had no father to grow up with, rules doesn't actually rank first in her mind. She takes her time in really pissing them off, if they don't get along well, and would break any rule they say the moment it gets out of his/her mouth. She is carefree, but doessn't go on killing every person to defy them.
Talents: Caroline has control over snow. She has the power to send it any season, a little too little in the summer, anywhere but only in a limited time and space. She also has the gift of spreading sunshine and bliss, but sometimes it's just plain annoying.
Caroline likes to draw, even though she hasn't got the patience to let it bloom further. She draws random scribbles on pieces of paper, and then poof! she moves on with her life. Caroline is gifted with creativity and great imagination, that even in this age, she could still picture out a grown unicorn in great detail.
Pets: A white, fluffy male cat with big blue eyes. It sneaks around at camp, yet comes into the cabin at night as if a real camper. Or maybe he's one. No one knows. Caroline got it, when it leaped into her arms as she left for camp. In the streets, she noticed it to be dirtied, but as she took it a bath, to it's irritation, and what came out is a white cat. It was a pink nose, and his eyes are feline, but familiar. She calls it Shane, as to she noticed it look out and danced in the rain, even though of it's fear of water. Rain would be a better name, but she's just too unpredictable like that.  Weapons: Caroline has a good hand for a dagger. Actually, it's underestimating her when you say she's good. She could throw a dagger, 15 yards away. And that's with her right arm, since she's left handed.
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Caroline Grail || is dibbed.
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Caroline Grail || I Just Wanna Run {Donwtown Fiction}
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Caroline Grail || Random Girl
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Caroline Grail
"I'm not crazy! I'm mentally gifted." - Code:
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[font= Georgia][color=#99cc99]I’m not as different as any people say,
because I’m being who and what I am…[/font][/color]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#99cc99]…but if you say so I’m that crazy,
Well who wanted to be normal anyway, it’s so overrated nowadays.[/font][/color][/right]
[center][size=20][font= Georgia][color=#99cc99]‡[/color]||[color=white]caroline[/color]||[color=white]grail[/color]|| [color=#99cc99]‡[/color][/size]
[color=white]daughter of Khione[/color][/center]
[justify][color=#99cc99] “” [/color][/font][/justify]
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| C H A R A C T E R 2: See the flower I’m holding? See? See?
You could look at it with for so long….…and don’t notice how lucky you are for that.
For me, I’m just an organ short, but we still could marvel at it together! »»||bubby||belen||««
daughter of Iris - Spoiler:
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Name: Bobby Jane Belen
Age/Birthday: September 4, 2001/ 10 years old
God Parent: Iris, goddess of the rainbow
Years in Camp: 2
Mortal Family: John Paolo Belen
Brief History: Well, there's nothing quite special of Bobby, or as she calls herself "Bubby". She's a child of John Belen, singer and song writer, which at the moment is having the peak of his career. Or is there?
The complicated love interest and relationship of Iris and John was not was complicated as it seemed. Drawn to his charming ways and skillful talent with the art of the ears, Iris just had to meet this young man. She, like a butterfly to a flower, couldn't resist but to fall down at the feet of the fellow, the moment he gave his concert tour around the states of America, where, at the time, she was undercover as a staff in John's concert production. She would try to get in touch with him, every time he finishes his practices, coping with the other seductress of the day. But she kept patience, knowing that whatever she does will pay her in good time.
At long last, it did.
It was simple, accidental even, on how John first saw her of who she was. Iris was painting the concert walls of the studio, ready for tomorrow's performance and ready to make her boss a star as always. John was practicing directly below her. While he played, iris sang in her heart the son of true love. And soon enough, he found herself singing. Out loud. To the irresistible rhyme and beat of the guitar. How embarrassing?!
But John didn't think of it as such. He'll, he barely thought about it. He was stunned into shock, to see the perfect girl above him, like an Angel destined for him. Her charming eyes that doesn't seem to know which would be the perfect color, shifts from hazel to purple to blue. Her hair was curled into perfection on her head, and her paint stained, pearly white hands were inviting he could almost see his in those.
And Iris was star struck too. The way he looked felt compelling that she lost track of time. His soft brown eyes were warm, melting like chocolates! And his hair, the windblown hair that made his want to run her fingers through it. Could this be love? Entirely, both parties were bewitched by the other.
Iris didn't seem to notice herself bend. She was going, bending down, and the ladder that held her small weight snapped.
She fell with a small scream in her throat. But surely, as she waited the hard wooden floor beneathe her, strong muscular hands wrapped around her waist and held on her like a life preserver. Sweet darling John Paolo Belen broke her fall.
Since then, the sweethearts were inseparable. Ever. They hardly even kept each other secrets, aside from Iris being a Greek Mythological god of course. But for everything they did, they did it together.
So the birth of Bubby was not unexpected. After so long time being couples, it was as if a gift of their love from each other.
But as Iris saw the plump kid, she started to act weird. She would excuse herself from their dates. She left the father-daughter alone at night, and eventually, she went and never came back. Heartbroken, John couldn't move on. He continued with his career, of course, but it wasn't the same.
Bubby grew up alone, and a child of art. Even being left alone for days at home, with only her nana, Bubby never thought wrong of her dad. She knew, always, that he was only put for her good. Such a thoughtful child, and yet she was also sociable. She loved to play. She loved to play games. Her master pieces didn't go undiscovered. She won, always in competitions and adults would marvel at the simple child's mindplay. Amazingly beautiful, they would say.
But, one thing stops her from being anything but perfect. She's blind. Genetically infused in her blood was the lost of sight, or even the loss of colors except for a few specks of light and darkness. But, even then, you would never know.
Bubby was 5 years of age when she first experienced them. Half-blood dreams. She knew what colors looked like, courtesy of the dream nights her mother secretly painted for her to see. Bubby had one at night, about a frightening monster coming down her neighborhood. She saw Kyle, a local at the town shivering in fear from the black dog the hovered above him. And, as the monster snapped his jaws to damage the frightened teen, she woke up for breakfast. She, back then, didn't know what lies in front of every person if they were labeled insane, but she was still innocent that the nana she told about her dream brushed it off as some weird force of nature on kids.
Bubby didn't understand much, but later on, she knew she had been kidnapped or something.
They were taking the daily walks and play with good folk's kids when she felt them, soft hands grab her by the stomach and being whisked off into someplace. She heard whispers in old non-English tongues, and, amazingly she understood them.
All she remembered, after that, is her head banging on something hard, tires screeching and even a wolf howl.
Bubby found herself at camp in the later days. Chiron told her everything, the moment she woke up. Everyone expected her to. Even asleep, they considered her lovable already. Bubby made new friends, new playmates, new siblings and eventually, a family. Later, she called her dad and told him she was safe, and how she loved this new home. Her dad, thankfully understood her daughter, and made her stay, knowing she would get lonely back in her old home. She forgot about it already even. Forgot about her frantic nana, a million posters for her, the cops searching the whole Florida region just to get her back. Why would she? She was only 5. Now, she has a new home, new people, new friends.
Personality: Bubby is a thoughtful child. She's great at befriending anyone, because she's charismatic, and she's got a smile on her face, no matter how difficult times are. Bubby is charming, sweet and adorable. She's got a bucketfull of sunshine and she loves to share it out. She loves little woodland creatures, like rabbits, and doesn't know the difference of a small hellhound or a large dog. Bubby is forgiving, a playful little girl and she's got a knick at finding things on her own. She loves travel, and to meet new people.
On the other hand, Bubby is lonely inside. She feels, well, incomplete. She loves to walk around, forcing anyone who'll pity her to come with. But she doesn't want their pity, just their company. Having the loss of sight, Bubby is not afraid of what lurks at night, or what the others call 'the dark'. For her, the dark is just a color, another color she could always see. And so far, she didn't need to get rid of the blackness to live on. She is childish, too innocent and naive at times. Bubby also hates enemies. Always. They think of her wrong, and she doesn't want anyone to look at her that way.
Appearance: Bubby has 3 'B's to describe her. She's beautiful, blond and blind. Get image is more of her mom that dad's, it's almost as if she's a carbon copy of her. It's even scary! Her crown of hair is perfectly curled down her back, and ends with a bounce between her lower back ribs. Her eyes seemed glazed over, but the hazel turning brown turning blue eyes seemed almost seeing. She has pale, pink lips on her heart shaped face, and her long curled eyelashes enhances her almond shaped eyes. Her pinkish-white skin is never burned under the sun, but just turns into a shade of red. A small mote is on the left side of her face, below her not-pierced ear, and her eyes seem to smile to if she grins. Her permanent teeth has grown out of the hole at the front of her mouth, and the baby teeth next to the upper two-front has fallen out recently. Bubby is around 4 feet tall, and weights around 28 kgs. She's slim, a little under weight, but she does well in long running marathons and swimming.
Her way of style is simple, probably for the fact that he can't actually see what she's wearing. Her feet are usually covered with sneakers, or Red Converse shoes. Her top half ranges the wear from tank tops to shirts, or occasionally hoodies. She wears anything below that, and he loves to wear dresses.
Bubby was a careless child. She always were. She has scars on her knees, and her palms are littered with scrapes.
Fatal Flaw: She's got the ability to hide her emotions. She doesn't want anyone to care for her too much, even to the point that she thinks large wounds are, well, just a scratch.
Talents: She's a great artist, even if she's unable to see it for herself. She is musical, in the singing and guitar strumming ways, and she knows every tone of each individual, therefore making a database in her mind of who they are. She also has a secret code of tones from animals, birds the most. The shrill of the mockingbird means it's noon, the bluejay says it's dawn, and the howl of wolves means there's danger.
Bubby has a way of knowing where things are. She's got a 6th sense of where they are, even not specifically, but wholey there.
Pets: A, rather, big Golden Retriever
Weapons: A small dagger, of 7 inches long. It's twin is in disguise of a charm in the bracelet she wears, but Bubby won't probably know, unless she's in grave danger.
Others: color=#ccccff
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Bubby Jean Belen || is not available
Theme Songs{may change}
Bubby Jean Belen || Who Says {Selena Gomez}
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Bubby Jean Belen || Random Girl
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Bubby Jean Belen
"The star maker painted the stars yellow. If I were him, it would be in a rainbow color!" - Code:
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[font= Georgia][color=#ccccff]See the flower I’m holding? See? See?
You could look at it with for so long….[/color][/font]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#ccccff]…and don’t notice how lucky you are for that.
For me, I’m just an organ short, but we still could marvel at it together![/color][/font][/right]
[center][size=20][font= Georgia][color=#ccccff]»»[/color]||[color=white]bubby[/color]||[color=white]belen[/color]||[color=#ccccff]««[/color]
[color=white]daughter of Iris[/color][/size][/center]
[justify][color=#ccccff] “” [/color][/font][/justify]
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| | Subject: Re: Banana's Tidy Little Hostages Thu Oct 13, 2011 2:15 am | |
| C H A R A C T E R 3: I stood by the door one day,
And the term ‘guy next door’ was invented…  …don’t worry getting caught swooning over me though,
cause didn’t you hear? It’s on the rage at the moment. ╬||eli||breech|| ╬
son of Demeter - Spoiler:
Name: Elijah "Eli" Kevin Breech
Age/Birthday: September 1,1995/16
God Parent: Demeter
Years in camp: 6
Mortal Family: Jordan Breech
Brief History: Love was a fairytale. Well, it was for young couple Demeter and Jordan it was. True and brave, Jordan Breech didn't even think about leaving when Demeter called up and told him she was a goddess. He just shrugged and said "Hey, I knew you were always special". Thus, their relationship bloomed. Jordan, being half-Russian, half-German, was only temporarily based on America, since his job as a architect, at the time they were dating. So, as Demeter bore a child, and eventually left, as all of the gods do, heartbroken Jordan flew back to Moscow with a pale baby in his arms.
Eli lived a healthy and active life. He doesn't like school, but he surely excels, even with his ADHD and dyslexic disabilities. Eli was a part of the higher class of students, being a good player for basketball, but he never did try to infuriate anyone.
At the peak of the school year, one day though, something happened. An explosion echoed throughout the halls of good ol' HighSchool, and the next thing he knew, Eli was on a plane to America with one nervous classmate of his. This classmate, he shivers alot, bleats, which Eli as a weird plot of habits, and usually would wear something long, but hey, Eli didn't care.
They landed in Manhattan, where he eventually got off, far away from this other kid. He ran around for hours, definitely lost. And soon, one stranger, took pity and took him away. In Long Island, they dropped him off, ironically where camp was. There, he knew his true self, contacted his father, and he lived at camp since.
He made friends, eventually got close to a blue eyed girl named Century Fern a little more years back, and since then, lived at camp, except on special occasions.
Personality: Eli is always on the move. He likes to sight-see, even when he was still small, and he gets bored whenever the sight isn’t that remarkable. He is loyal, trust-worthy and definitely someone you could rely your life on. He loves to lift the tension at different occasions. He’s fun-loving and very much loves to seek thrilling episodes of his life. Eli longs for, no lusts, for friends. He wants to be a part of something, something that would make him, not really known, but remembered. Since he’s family is out of the equation, he just wants somebody, somebody that would be his anchor to the real world. Even though he’s a bit of a dare-devil, he’s got good knowledge enough to think about the consequences. He’s a tactician, if you get him to take you seriously, and he’s very much as skilled as fighting as every other kid his age. He’s really cool to hang out with, random and fun at times, and silent at most. He’s not actually a public speaker, but he could speak for the public if he masters enough courage to do so. Eli’s cool, easy to be with demeanor hides the fact that he’s actually one great fighter. He has strong will to do stuff, and he acknowledges the small works of others always.
Eli, well, is a gentleman to most, especially girls. He hates to be under authority, talking back and being a smart-Alec whenever facing someone bossy. This flaw tends to get in the way of being in groups, which makes Eli a more of an individual worker. He hates, loathes even, crowds, especially since he thinks their looking at him, waiting for him to screw up or something. Eli has a weird sense of thoughts. He sees the bigger picture, but forgets the small ways, ending up disastrous. Eli is not the one for memorizing things either. Under pressure, he could make up the smartest comebacks, the complex equation, the whole game plan, but if not, he’s very much forgetful. Moreover, Eli is quite strange at first talk. Small talks bore him. Quick. But if he’s in the mood, he’ll end up getting talkative.
Oh, and his line is: “Banana.”
Appearance: Eli is, I guess, pretty cute. He has paper white hair, which forms a helmet dome on his head. His almond shaped eyes are, well ironically, almond of color. He has pale white complexion, and he has a mole on his square jaw. Other beauty marks he receive, will be visible, so he is a little vain on his face. Eli has lush, pinkish-red lips, and he has pearly white teeth. Standing in the height of 6’6”, Eli feels taller than most, even if he isn’t. He always faces up to the adoring sky, and his eyes shine lighter to a shade of yellow as the sun’s rays hit his iris. Eli has a green thumb. He has soft, hardworking hands and it’s mostly dirt stained, since he doesn’t care about how dirty soil is. But don’t worry, he’ll clean-up. Eventually.
Scars, well, he’s got a lot. Enough said.
Usually, you could find Eli in any wear, anytime. But, you cant find him without his iPod. Eli loves his music, so you wouldn’t find him without earphones in his ears, even if he isn’t really playing anything but golden silence. He is capable of wearing anything in the outdoors, even if it’s a million degrees, he could wear anything. He loves denim jeans though. With t-shirts of any color, although his favorite color is grey.
Fatal Flaw: Eli takes it to himself to do everything. He hopes that he’s able to help anyone with anything, even if it’s beyond his help.
Talents: Demeter kid, remember? He has control of any plants. Eli also could sing, quite good. With melody and tune, you’d hear him sing just about anything, but as long as you’ll get him to ignore the crowds.
Pets: Eli has a grown wolf as a pet. It’s an Antarctic Husky, which is kind of weird since they’re no where near any ice. It’s big, about 2 feet if it sits down, and has the most wonderful shades of grey, white and black.
Others: Eli has a bit of Russian twang.
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Eli Breech || is dibbed. {Ninja Poet}
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Eli Breech || Fix You {Coldplay}
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Eli Breech || Tait Gejier
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Eli Breech
"Please, don't give me crap. You'll regret it." - Code:
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[font= Georgia][color=#66cccc]I stood by the door one day,
And the term ‘guy next door’ was invented…[/color][/font]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#66cccc]…don’t worry getting caught swooning over me though,
cause didn’t you hear? It’s on the rage at the moment.[/color][/right]
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[color=white]son of Demeter[/color][/size][/center]
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| C H A R A C T E R 4: Sometimes life just couldn’t stop bringing you down,
and you just can’t help but get dragged…….but unlike you, there’s still me in the world,
Who just can’t stop but find happiness in misery. ѱ||travis||novale|| ѱ
son of Poseidon - Spoiler:
Half-Bloods
Name: Travis Novale
Age/Birthday: 15/June 28
Gender: Male
God Parent: Poseidon
Claimed: Yes
Mortal Family: Carmel Novale(mother); Justine Novale(older step brother); James Novale(step dad)
Years in Camp: New Camper.
Brief History: Travis is a natural trouble maker, at school and at home in West Virginia. He was dreaded by most of his batchmates, because he's got the air of intimidation around him, even when they were still at the age of 6. He was cut off by then, since everyone was too scared to befriend the guy. the teachers would always complain on how his blue eyes looks into their souls, and he's managed to get himself kicked out of a school, even before classes starts. Carrie, or known as Carmel, was desperate, and just plain busy with her work(she was an accountant in a major bank branch) at first to notice the signs of ADHD and attention seeking of her son, which cause him to have a depressing and lonely childhood.
At the age of ten, his mother remarried another man, James, thus creating another blow of depression to him. He dreaded the day of their marraige, and even threatened of running away. But eventually, they married without such fuss.
But, as his step-father learned of such behaviors, after their first child was born, he eventually signed him up for military school, which he rebelled with. James didn't want such attitude and atmosphere on which justine was to grow up in. Travis was angry, and blinded by rage, he took off in the night, running away without a good bye. For years, he was alone in the streets, avoiding the police and making his way up into the big apple, New York.
He stood alone in the couple of years, fighting gangs for food and money, and, eventually, monsters for survival. He was very much a rebel back then, until he found Samantha, another demigod of Hermes. she was sly, cunning, and just plain pretty inside and out, eventually, Travis had fallen in love with her. For a year, they traveled around, since both were runaways and unclaimed demigods, and in that year, they managed to group with a satyr. He managed to take them to camp, and which they arrived uneventful until the base of the hill. As they walked up, something charged them, and Sam pushed both guys out of the way of the tall, one-eyed man, making her target. She managed to throw them away, but in the end, she was thrown away in a crumpled mess, dead. Travis mourned for her, and promised to be a better person when for both of them.
Within the years, he managed to get rid part of the sad personality in him. he managed to reconnect with his family in the past, where his father took him in, but he was still pushing in his choice of the military school, therefore he was still running away.
Physical Appearance: Tyler is definitely 'cute' in a girl's perspective. He's tall, lean and pale, like a vampire in the modern day movies. He has short, choppy, and raven black hair. He's definitely Mr. tall, dark and dangerous, and the way he looks alone makes you either intimidated or want to hang around with for a long time. He's got a scar over his right eye, and his irises are an amazing color shade of blue, which turns to green in the proper perspective. He stands exactly 5'10", which is tall, and he has the certain gene that doesn't allow him to tan up, but only add freckles.
He is normally not the type of guy to dress up on usual camp days, but he does on a date. He's got the certain charm that makes everyone love his way of posture, even though he stand with only his boxers in front of them. He isn't that muscular, but he has the power to defend himself in battle.
Personality: He is very sweet whenever he wants to. He's the typical guy who'll always be there, who'll love to be your best friend, and who'll stick by your side in bad times if you befriend him in the right way. He's easily flirted too, and would easily fall for someone he knows are good by heart. He's the guy who looks past the physical appearance and looks deeper into their personality, but even then, he's a bit gullible. Travis is a natural born individual worker, thus he's a bit pessimistic and cut off, but he is also a hard working person. If you do get to know him truly, you're lucky.
Travis is a tad weird in nature, but he is a tactitian, and has the ability to think ahead. Sometimes, he's laid back, and he's got a sense of humor, even if he is kind of dark and mysterious. Secrecy is his tactic in approaching others, keeping the image of Mr. tall, dark and creepy, but the sooner you get to let him lose, he'll probably be a good conversationalist. He loves to stay alone in the dark, keeping his thoughts by himself, but occasionally, he's shares it with others. He hates it when he's criticized, and he takes it personally. He doesn't like hard opinions, and acts as if it doesn't hurt him, but it does, mentally and emotionally.
Fatal Flaw: He has a really big problem with Authority. He definitely hates it when someone bosses him around. He talks back, no matter how life threatenting it is to do so, when someone is toying with him. They say, it's because he's trouble, walking around for death matches, but in truth, he's just plainly a magnet to problems and dangers, and just a tad bit misunderstood.
Pets: A cute little German Shepherd.
Talents: He's got the ability to move fast and he is sometimes everywhere at once. Some say it's teleport, but truth be told, he's just that stealthy and athletic. He is, like any child of Poseidon, gifted in powers over large bodies of water. He could control waves, current and water itself, making him both deadly, and powerful.
Weapons: He's got a sword of Celestial Steel, that turns into a small, wooden, sword key-chain.
Year-Round or Summer: Summer, but he tends to run away back to camp during the school year.
Other: Played by Remus Ledin.
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Travis Novale || is dibbed. {Bre Bre}
Theme Songs{may change}
Travis Novale || Uprising {MUSE}
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Travis Novale || Rasmus Ledin
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Travis Novale
"They say life is a happy cycle, as long as you go with the flow. They are dead." - Code:
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[font=Georgia][color=#99cccc]Sometimes life just couldn’t stop bringing you down,
and you just can’t help but get dragged…[/font][/color]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#99cccc]….but unlike you, there’s still me in the world,
Who just can’t stop but find happiness in misery.[/font][/color][/right]
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[color=white]son of Poseidon[/color][/center]
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| C H A R A C T E R 5: Available
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Ace Littner || is single.
Theme Songs{may change}
Ace Littner || Monster{Paramore}
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Ace Littner || Jorgelina Airaldi
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Ace Littner
"They say we write sins, not tragedies. Well, I make both of them." - Code:
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[font= Georgia][color=#6699cc]No one can ever reach my simple planet,
since it’s high up in my head….[/color][/font]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#6699cc]..but you know why no one ever reached it?
Cuz no one tried. It’s still in population: Me.[/color][/right]
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| C H A R A C T E R 6: He who doesn’t fear death
Fears nothing in life….…so what’s there to be worried at the end of your life,
than what you have regretted through out it. ۩||zin||melion||۩
daughter of Chaos - Spoiler:
Name: Zinnia May Melion
Age/Birthday: Currently Unknown
God Parent: Chaos
Years in camp: 1
Mortal Family: Anna Melion {Mother-dead-}, Lily Melion{full-blood sister [Bre Bre]}, John Melion {Brother-dead-}, Jimmy Melion{Brother-dead-}, Marcus Stephenson{Step-dad-dead}
Brief History: Both of the Melion kids weren't supposed to be here. They were born at the peak of the American Civil War, and their family, the Stephenson-Melion family were a part of the simple middle classed lot. From that time, little Zin already hated most of the things she was assigned to do. She hated the fact that most of the female names were named of petty things they would often describe girls, soft, weak and just a decoration. She rejected being called Zinnia, except by her step-father- since they got along pretty well. She was known throughout town as Zin, the girl who acted like a boy.
Zin mostly got into fights, refusing to stay home and work on things, like sewing or cooking. She spent her time near the bunkers of the army, after her family- except Lily and Anna- were transported there and were trained for an attack.
When Zin wame into age of thriteen, she finally got the nerve to let all of the worries go past behind her. She left a note up for Lily, lucky how Marcus had the time to teach her how to write, and she depended her mother- their mother's sake on her sibling's shoulder. Back then, her thoughts were jumbled up and seemingly, it was the most appropriate thing Zin thought to do best. She could protect her brothers from the monsters the government brainwashed them as their Northern Cousins.
Zin cut her hair short, and she would winced, as the soft locks of ebony hair fell to the ground. She kept on thinking, this was for the better good. Zin never wanted to be a boy, she only wanted to be respected as one, and not some mere girl to come home for, to be at home to wept if you died and came back a corpse to be buried.
Luckily, she passed all tests, being more agile and witty than real boys.
In her first war, they lost great amounts of brave souls. that should probably made them surrender. But the generals weren't ready to accept defeat. Zin, knowing they oculd only take too much, didn't want to fight. But seeing as too she can't get out of the mess, she just prayed that they'd spare her life.
No such luck. The second time around, people aimed more accurately. Their bombs sabotaged the whole plan. And where was she? Bloodied. Half dead. Lying on the ground covered by sweat and blood, Zin's last glimpse of the world was a lone dandielion which stubbornly grew around the chaos.
The next few days, she had no idea where she was. She wore her uniform, still, tattered and all, but other than that, she has no clue. it was like paradise, where she was. Games, food, galor! this was the life! but something was awfully wrong. She could feel it. Soon, she escaped what seemed to be an alluring hotel. Her que was when someone arrived, she pushed herself to go out when the door swung. That managed to make her out of the Lotus Hotal and Casino, didn't it?
As she wandered through America, barefoot and hitch-hiking, Zin managed to land herself in Washington D.C. she lived normally there, scavaging for food. The clothes she wore were a shirt and some pants, when she left the hotel, but it seemed to change and became- once again- her old South American warsuit. And she hated it.
As time grew, she managed to go to camp. Have a nice life as a CL for two terms. she met her sister there, Lily, and she is happy. For now.
Personality: Zin, as you may not see at first glance, is very stubborn. She's a hot headed girl, that never backs down from a fight. she's absolutely loyal to her friends and family. There's no telling what's inside her head. Usually it fills her day with game plans and memorized routines. But accordingly, it also has military techniques based on characteristics of persons, etc, etc. She is very observant, and very much nothing could go unnoticed by her keen eyes. Zin has a life of a soldier, so her sleeping hours are filled with bloodshed and curses. There's nothing she couldn't do, if she places her mind to it.
Zin doesn't like to be bullied. She doesn't like it when someone is bullied either. She protects the underdogs from harm, and she makes it a duty to save everyone. She's a dare-devil by heart, not caring if she dies, as long as the others won't.
Appearance: Well, one thing that would surely stick her out among the crowd is her eyes. Her silver eyes look like molded moonlight into bright orbs. Her heart shaped face is pale, as the rest of her body is too. Her hair falls down straight on her shoulders- blame the Aphrodite cabin for that- and the ebony shade glows bright brown under the sunlight. She stands small, petite, despite of her squared shoulders. Zin would probably give off the impression of some weird tomboy, but she isn't. In fact, she never wanted to be a boy, only it were for a short time during the war.
Zin is speedy and light on her feet. So her dressings aren't extravagant. She blends with her normality with clothes, and doesn't expect more. She did wear this awful dress to the Olympic party, but man, it was a nightmare come true for her. Sharp heels seems like death traps to her, so not likely is she going to be seen on those, and seemingly, the most comfortable shoes she could get her hands on- except for combat boots, the Aphrodite children made it sure she'd never get any of those 'horrid' shoes- are sneakers.
Fatal Flaw: Zin has a lot of flaws. She's stubborn as hell, and that would probably end her life the most. She's got a short temper, and sometimes, she is kind of bossy.
Talents: Zin's not really talented, or so she thinks. The new world is full of extraordinary things that she would try and do them herself. But there are things too, that she knows she could do well. She's flexible, a girl her size could squeeze into anything other people couldn't. Other more talents are unknown to her too, but if you count easily irritating people, making up tactics and witty come backs talents, well, we'll have a longer talk.
Zin's attitude is easily hated by most, seemingly they find her bossy. But in truth, she just thinks she's right, and almost every time, she is. Due to experience, she has wise wisdom to give, that even she didn't know she has. Zin has a talent to hold on to long term friends and relationships, even if she just knew you, she'd back you up in any fights. Zin also hates being manipulated, being a part of the daily routines and games. She'd very much prefer the old days, thank you very much.
Pets: none at the moment.
Weapons: Even though, she lived through the Civil War to tell, she easily got herself over guns. For her, it were uneven to everyone- every opponent to be used against. So, at camp, she got used into training with two blades. One is clearly longer than the other. Although she uses these a lot, they never were much to be considered handled properly. When finished, it would just be subjected to the floor, beaten up, but clearly well used. Although not being cared about, these weapons of mass destruction would always reappear if she would ask for it. Like Percy Jackson's pen, they would take a long time to come back, but no matter where they are, it would find Zin.
Others: She can create weapons and other things out of nothingness and she can also create scenes of chaos around her. She can also do the powers of other campers if they show it first but it takes more of her energy and it takes time for it to be regain.
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Zinnia Melion || is dibbed. {Bre Bre}
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Zinnia Melion || 21 Guns {Greenday}
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Zinnia Melion || Ashley Greene
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Zinnia Melion
"It's either I squish you like a bug, or you'll get thrown into the cabin of rabid girls. Your choice." - Code:
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Fears nothing in life….[/color][/font]
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[right][font= Georgia][color=#666666]…so what’s there to be worried at the end of your life,
than what you have regretted through out it.[/color][/right]
[center][size=20][color=#666666]۩[/color]||[color=white]zin[/color]||[color=white]melion[/color]||[color=#666666]۩[/color]
[color=white]daughter of Chaos[/color][/size][/center]
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| C H A R A C T E R 7: If I could stop one heart from breaking,
I'll surely and definitely would not die in vain.......Then it's a hopeless cause then,
because I can't stop my own heart from shattering... •||xian||baker|| •
grandchild of Demeter and Thanatos - Spoiler:
#00ccff Name:
Xian Baker
Age/Birthday:
October 28, 1994/ 17
Godly Parent:
He is the only child of a son of Demeter and a daughter of Thanatos.
Claimed:
Nope. But he knows about his not-so-godly parentage. He stays at cabin 11.
Years in camp:
Actually, he's been long enough to be considered there for 4 years. 3 years serving Kronos, a year being himself.
Mortal Family:
Zandra Baker {Mother}
Yuji Baker{Father}
Xavier Brown{Great Grandpa-Father's side}
Brief History:
Xian was really odd. He lived in a neighborhood of bullies, and even from their teasing, he didn't complain. He just accepted it with silence, too often some considered him mute. But he knew he wasn't mute. At least, not in front of them to see he wasn't. Xian didn't like they way he was treated by the kids outside. He didn't like his classmates, who tease him because of his family. And yet his mouth seemed to be kept sealed through the agony. Inside classrooms, teachers often ask him questions to make his voice heard. Instead, they were replied with a nod, a shake of the head or a unknowing shrug. They pestered him, yes, but in the end, they knew their efforts were wasted and sooner or later, they didn't ask him anymore questions. And he was glad, since it made him look out the windows more often. His grades were normal, getting as high as A, but nothing lower than B-, so no one really bothered him about listening to the lessons. Mom and dad, they were the only ones that heard him say something. They even heard him laughed one time. But in the morning, when he thinks the whole world sees him, Xian looks out the windows and waits. Waits for anything to happen. Anything special. Worthy of his being. Because they weren't. They were just mortals, after all.
From time to time, Xian had been the oddball. He often visited their house in the rural ares of West Virginia when he was a kid, back when they had a big house in the suburbs of Washington D.C. Back when they had a garden. But when they moved into the apartment, since his father's company got bankrupt, Xian just drifted away, slowly, and their trips, although necessary for his health, were also cancelled. He began to pull out the social circle. He didn't involve with the activities he was always invited either. No matter how much he gave little interest in the on-going happenings at school, there were always these types of girls who never stopped bugging him. Girls who invited him to go out. Girls who asked him to dances. Girls who asked him to kiss them. But Xian always gave them the same reply. He looks at them, his ever cold blue-green eyes staring straight into the very soul of their being. And as if conveying a message, you could read the words off his hard and controlled face.
"I'm trying to save you.", they screamed. And then, he was never bothered by the same person twice.
Xian didn't understand what gift he was presented a few years back. All he wanted was a life of normality, even if his parents were descendant of the gods. He knew mom and dad never should've gotten married, since his grandparents were two conflicting gods, Thantos and Demeter. Life and Death. But whenever he sees them, in their early forties, happily sitting in the living room, he didn't blame them for their choices. But it was too bad he's the only one that understood, since understanding would har saved him from his curse.
Before he was born, the young couple already knew what was about to happen to their kid. Demeter never said anything. Thanatos on the other hand never gave them the chance to live happily. Demeter wasn't greedy on giving him the blessings. She gave him the power of Demeter kids. He'll surely be able to control plants as he grows old. Being attached in his mother's woumb for so long, he also has developed the same talent as his mom poses. He could see lingering souls.
Too powerful huh? Well, that's where you're wrong. Thanatos made it clear, he never did wanted another person- a relative he didn't want to have his power. Kind of greedy, correct, but he can't have a person who can easily be molded into a weapon walking around. Or else every half blood would breed with another to create powerful mortals- mortals that could overthrow the gods themselves. And so he bestowed Xian a gift. It restrains him from being too powerful. Everytime Xian grows a plant, even the smallest shrub, his life line depletes. Gradually, it makes him sick- lulls him into a painful sleep. That's why he needed to be in the rurals. So no one could rise suspicion, nor would he be running away with friends. Their house there is made of cement. He could never grow flowers or plants. The garden makes him feel like he's got too much flowers, too much for him not to pop one his own. He's trapped there for weeks, if he doesn't use his powers well.. It's like medicine, medicine that not anyone could ever want. And so, you could see why he took off into the hermit route once they moved out. The streets of DC were pollution filled. There aren't enough room for him to grow plants. Too much of plants, he gets sick. Too little, he gets so lonely he also gets sick, like life is draining out of him. It seems like a living nightmare for everyone. The ghosts weren't much fun either. True, they weren't scary as Hollywood portrays them, but that doesn't mean they're also mean. I fact, their very annoying. With their 'Help me' and 'Who are you?' and 'Do you know where's my pancreas?', their just plain irritating dead people. But for some, the darker spirits, they haunt him. They call out for help, for rebirth, anything, just not the endless torture that awaits them in the Underworld. These spirits would leave him, eventually. But some stick around, lingering in the dark, attacking him. That's why he needed his flowers, which cause him pain, because of their company.
The life of Xian Baker isn't really incredible compared for other campers at Camp. But he did have one secret. A horrid secret to be kept better than having the curse. He associated himself with Kronos. I know, tricky and a foolinsh choice. But think of yourself in Xian's shoes. Lonely, never happy, sick. Who could resist the temptation of being well, having a normal life in exchange for your own company, and best of all, you'll be accompanied with people who knows what it feels like. Who could blame him?!
Xian felt like he was home there while his family thought he was at Camp. Xian is- for lack of better words- brainwashed. He believed the gods were evil, his testimony was proof enough. He thought camp was a bunch of brain washed kids, even if his parents were otherwise. He met other kids, kids that were far worse than him, and he learned to not cope up with all his self pity, and instead place himself into greater use. His curse never bothered him anymore, since he trained on the deck of the Princess Andromeda Cruis Ship, and plants were never anything bothersome for him, since the sea produced greater beauties. He thought nothing could ever bring such terror by such beauty. He was wrong. Xian was tasked multiple times to breech Camp Half-Blood. He wasn't really sure if following Kronos was better for him, but he trusted them, since they were his first home after their small apratment in DC. And besides, they searched for him, when camp didn't. So he wasn't going to thee other side anytime soon. No one there wondered where he went everyonce in a while. And by then, he stayed at cabin 11. There, he felt free, not constricted to the small deck. Plus, he could go anywhere he can without being bossed around. But Xian still came back for Kronos. He passed on different information, when camp was the weakest. And he was partially guilty when Kronos attacked camp several times. But, unlike all the other spies, he fought with camp to own their trust, never standing by. Even if he hated them, he saw how the monsters chopped the campers. No one was doomed to that fate, even his worst enemies. Besides, if Kronos rules, they'll still live. Not exactly perfectly fine, but they will.
Kronos could've grown any less closer to the boy. He was always handy around, and Xian was kind of charismatic himself. And the others, the once he called friends, they hated him more every single day. That was until, until they got rid of him. Dylan, a boy whose parent is Ares, tricked Xian one night. They wrestled and wrestled, as Xian figured his ploy out. Dylan told him he was needed to be replaced. He was just a pawn being led on. Xian didnt believe him one bit. And since the latter was tall and lanky, and the other was buff and strong, Xian fell over board into the black sea.
He didn't know how he got there, but he got to camp by floating on his back. It looked like he just blacked out from the night and in the morning he was being fished out from the sea by a satyr and a son of Poseidon. He was half dead, by how he heard the satyr bleat in anxious panic. He was rushed into the infirmary, where others lay down in groaning pain as well. It looked like camp was invaded recently. 'That's's weird', he wondered, 'Kronos would never invade without telling me.' And then, Dylan's words hit him like cold ice. He was replaced.
Xian was angry for months. He didn't talk, he just eat, and wander the woods. Like he would actually sleep there. He never encountered anyone, ever. But, as time passed, the Camp grew on him. They made him feel at home again. But he didn't trust them truly as he did with Kronos. But Xian became himself again. And here he is, confused as ever. Is Camp really his Enemy? Or is the Enemy himself?
Personality:
Xian is haunted. That's for sure. He us scarred too much by his past, that he doesn't really expect any brighter future left for him to take. He isn't anti-social, but he bruies himself with books in the library, since he's one of those non-dyslexic kids. Honestly, he's just another kid ruined by the effect of war.
Xian is very intimidating, if he wants to be. His eyes grows dark, if he himself needs to be defensive. Xian, discovering what he could do, doesn't like bullies anymore. Especially if he's being a life size puppet again. He doesn't want to be throw away like trash again, so he's very clingy to old time friends, but not enough for him to place his life on their hands. Xian Baker doesn't like the Ares kids as much as he used to. They remind him too much of Dylan. Xian learns from his experience, may it be good or bad. But in the long run, if you'd do something to him, he'll never forget it. He dwells too much on the past, at times, remembering how things used to be, and he catches himself in dream land every now and then. He spaces out in conversation, and he's not really the type to pay attention. Xian is merciless, ruthless at times. If clouded with anger, supported by the wrong feelings, you're dead to him. He's methods and tactics to trap his enemies somehow works, in the right condition, but he certaily has one of those 70-30 chances that it would often come to your demise. But don't worry. It's until you give him the right situation that he'll turn you into barbeque. One of his greatest downfalls too, is his cursed pain. He doesn't know what's he doing if he goes into those times. He just crumples down in pain, mentally, but physically, he could be banging his head on the floor, over and over again, until the pain dies. Or death comes first. Either one is good too.
On the other note, Xian is extremely patient. From living with a lifelong sickness, you do tend to be. He's calm and peaceful, but his aura seems mysterious. Xian doesn't know it, but he seems manipulative himself. He's a sweet talker, and could charm anyone-not that he does anyways. He's charismatic, just the way he is. You could catch a glimpse of the old Xian, happy go lucky, nice, gentleman and lovely- but it's just that. A glimpse. Xian tries his hard not to get into affairs, but he tends to slip. He thinks, when he falls in love, he's giving a gun to the girl, and wishes she doesn't pull the trigger over his heart. Xian is poetic, and imaginative. He's always got advice to share, something to say, and whenever in an argument, he's always got a counter. He's smart and intellectual, gathering information from books and his past. And, well, not as braniac as the Athena kids, but you get the point. He's a good listner, if you get his to sit down, calm at the very least. You don't want to talk to him once he's cranky, irritated and in pain.
Xian is hard to predict. He's just crafted differently than others. Some find it amusing, the way his mood shifts from time to time, but he doesn't seem to be the type of guys who likes to be the talk of the crowd. Xian is an oddball. Yes he is, but he doesn't stray too far from the mentally gifted either. He doesn't cope up with his self-pity any more, but once in a while, he does question his life. His curse. His sanity. Xian is determined, and very observant, so watch out what you're talking about when he's around.
Appearance:
Xian is tall and very lean. That's for sure. He's got A copper shade of hair, something he got from his Father's charming looks. That's the only thing he got, since he's a carbon copy of his mom. Xian's eyes are beautiful, no joke. They're sleepy, and droppy, like he's always in dream land, and they always look outside- in the woods/ the fields. They are the shade of blue, and yet in a ceratin lighting, it's green-ish grey. He's got a haze glazed over his eyes, always looking like he's in deep thought, and his lashes are curled perfectly. Xian is very pale, even if he plays under the sun often. His soft complexion is hereditary from his mother. Whenever it's hot, his cheeks turn to the bright shade of pink. Rosy cheeks. Xian is tall for his age, 6'7", and he's certainly built like a runner more than a wrestler. He has a square jaw, and his fine lips are a shade of light red. Xian is broad shouldered, although it's usually slumped down. Lastly, his over all appearance looks like his mother.
Xian has a lot of battle scars. He got it from training at both Base Camps, the enemy and the allies. Which are which, he's still not sure. Xian's arms are battered up, and long partly healed wounds run up and down. That's why he insists to wear long sleeves, even under the midday sun. Xian's most memorable scar is the one on the back of his neck. No, no vampire bit him though. The wound was made when he twitched uncontrollably on the ground. Pain- all he remembered was pain. Any form of pain was better than the one he always experience. Anything than the burning sensation he gets from his chest, like he can't breathe, but still live. He can't open his eyes, and he can't move, he's just there, burning invisible flames no one can estinguish. Suffocating in the darkness by himself. He could feel himself, uncontrollably pounding his head in the cement, trying to drown the first kind of pain with another. Or wishing he would just die. Die than enduring this scenario over again. After his attacks, Xian would feel better. A thousand times
Upon mentioning clothes, Xian's line if wardrobe is dull. He doesn't like to stand out, therefore most of the bright colors are in the base of his trunk. His favorite clothes are dull blue/green/dirty white/ any-color-as-long-as-it's-unbright, white, grey and black, neutral colors. He loves to wear his blue denim jeans, even if it's slightly faded, because he considers them lucky. He also considers his only pair of beaten up sneakers, and high cut Converse shoes lucky too.
Fatal Flaw:
Xian has changed over the years. He changed from a heart ad lively boy, to an anti-social teen turned into a manipulated puppet. And what was left was a shattered guy, who could never trust anyone, even himself. He's like broken glass, shattered, couldn't be placed together again. And even if he could, that needs time, patience, and love. But never expect him to be the same. The cracks of his life are just too big to be repaired.
Talents:
Xian is very imaginative. He has a wide span of knowledge, since he isn't Dyslexic, so he reads books all the time. Xian is very artistic, and he's very good in painting alone. He's an independent worker, and he never stops till he gets the job done.
Xian has the ability of Demeter kids and has the company of ghosts. But, as explained, he's got a curse. The curse- I'll explain for the millionth time- drains his life. He'll crumple to the ground in pain once he overdoes himself wit the flower making, and his health would deplete. But, being an Outdoor kind of guy, he couldn't help himself grow a shrub or two. That's the reason he always carries a scarf because he sometimes drop down into the floor, in pain and cold.
Pets:
A small
Year-Round or Summer?:
During his illness, he travels back to the rurals with his families. But that's if it's too great, like he's out in pain for a week.
Weapons:
Xian is swift with a sword. He's amazing, with his agility and speed. You might as well wish you weren't at the wrong end of the blade.
Others:
Na-da.
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