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Posts : 48 Join date : 2012-01-28

Name: Marcus Blake

Age/Birthday: 15 July 7th

Gender: Male

God Parent: Hephaestus

Claimed: Yes

Mortal Family: Mother, Julie Blake, Brother, James Blake (also a son of Hephaestus)

Years in Camp: 0

Brief History: His mother is a mechanic who restores old cars for people. Ever since Marc was little his mom has always been showing him small tricks that would make the car a little faster or a little more durable, but his mom could never figure out when halfway through showing him how to do something he had already acheived it and made it just a little better. On Marcus's 13th birthday he recieved a set of tools and a nice work station at his moms shop. After a week of tinkering with scrap metal pieces he built his very first engine, by week three all he needed was the frame of a car and he could have his very first car. About three months after his birthday his mother got into a car accident and was killed on impact, leaving Marcus and his brother who was only ten at the time on there own, litraley. Nobody came to take them to a foster home, Until a man with a funny old hat and a complection as if his skin was made of bronze . He said he was takeing them to a safe place and thats how he ended up at Camp Half-Blood

Physical Appearance: Black hair, Brown Eyes. He is 5'10. He wears jeans and a camp half blood hoodie most of the time, there are usaully small bits and bogs that over flowing from his pockets. Very big and muscular. Always carrying around an encyclopedia of engines of the 20th century.

Personality: Very smart but can not stand when somebody is illogical, this has got him in a few fights. Takes up for his friends no matter the cost or risk. Respects all of his cabin mates. His only goal is always to make sure his brother is ok.

Fatal Flaw: He takes risks that are not alwayse neccesary.

Pets: An automation nine feet tall and made of pure celestrial bronze, takes an amazing amount of focus to control. Can be condenced into an encyclopedia on engines of the 21st century.

Talents: Amazing shield fighter, can use a shield just as efficently as a sword. Tactician, can quickly devise battle plans and formation to destroy or capture certain enemies and objectives. Inventor, good at putting together items to make them more effective or useful. Athlete, has great endurance.

Weapons: A sword with it's center pure magma. A shield which is made from metal that weaves together so that an enemies weapon might get caught and torn to shreads.

Year-Round or Summer: Year-round

Other: Willing to make automatims for other characters as long as they provide a description.

Subject: Re: ***NO LONGER ACTIVE*** Sat Jan 28, 2012 8:46 am

Sorry, but I don't get his fatal flaw. If you were saying that he can't live without his brother, then I don't think that's fatal. And in the appearance section, you're supposed to say how the person looks like. Not his weapons. Although I must say, you've really got a cute sense of color for the character. :3

Posts : 48 Join date : 2012-01-28

Ok I revised my character and changed the color.

Subject: Re: ***NO LONGER ACTIVE*** Sat Jan 28, 2012 9:36 pm

Okay, Accepted! Although I do prefer the last color. The new one is kind of...hard to read.

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Ok I think I will go back to the olf color and I will posr a new character later today

Posts : 48 Join date : 2012-01-28

Name: Jesse McArthur

Age/Birthday: 17 June 1st

Gender: Male

God Parent: Hectate

Claimed: Yes

Mortal Family: His dad is dead

Years in Camp: 3

Brief History: When he was 13 he was bullied every day by the other kids at school, they called him "four eyes" or "small cake". One day they went to far they put his face on a picture of a cupcake and made posters and put them up around the school. The kid who did it said to him "so it looks like you right?" then Jesse lost it he never concentrated harder then Jesse said "no!", then the locker next to the kid and smashed him in the face, right in the jaw and the bone snapped as if it where a shotgun blast. 'AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as he fell blubering on the floor a teacher then came out of a class room. "what happend here, oh my god!" she screamed. thats when Jesse turned and ran right out of the school. He never stopped running until he was about five miles away from the school. He was in an alley behind a apartment complex. He burst into tears he was tired of all of this all he wanted was to go so far there were no more people then a voice echoed in his head "follow the road you wish for all roads will bring you were you belong". Jesse looked around, nobody. His father had died years ago when there house went up in flames, since then he was in a foster home so there was nothing stopping him, he began to walk. two weeks later after hitch hikeing across the country he arrived in New York. He saw a pine tree at the top of the hill and a huge mass at the base, but he still felt drawn to this place. He walked up the hill there was a girl maybe nine sitting there collecting flowers. "hello mr" she said. "Umm what is this place?" "I'm not supposed to say, but ill go get the pony man" Jesse didnt have a clue what she was talking about. "sure thatd be great". So Jesse sat down while the little girl ran over the hill. About ten minutes later a man in a wheel chair came over the hill, somehow to grass or the slope of the hill dint slow him down. "Hello child I am Chiron and you have arrived at Camp-Half Blood" "what?" Jesse said with absoulte disbelif. "Here I will give you a tour of your new home" then the same voice Jesse hear a few weeks ago spoke to him "I am proud of you" then purple light flashed over his head. "Oh my this is a supprise" Chiron said with a laufgh at the end. "Well now I can show you exactly where you will be staying".

Physical Appearance: He is five feet nine. He has Black hair and green eyes. He is always wearing jeans and tee shirts, sometimes camp-half blood ones but usaully others. He collects belk buckels he never wears the same one.

Personality:He is fun to hang around. Likes to have a good time, although it sometimes gets him into trouble. He is usauly zoned out because he is usaully deep in thought. He sleeps very little about 4-6 hours a night, at most.

Fatal Flaw:Very trusting of people, while also loosing his temper when things became over whelming.

Pets:none

Talents: Good at sword fighting

Weapons: A simple sword, nothing special.

Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round

Subject: Re: ***NO LONGER ACTIVE*** Sun Jan 29, 2012 9:04 am

Accepted! Have fun roleplaying!

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I am going to post my next charcter here.

Posts : 48 Join date : 2012-01-28

Name: Jake Matthews

Age/Birthday: 16

Gender: Male

God Parent: Tyche

Claimed: Yes

Mortal Family: Christopher Luke

Years in Camp: 0

His father was opening a horse racing track around the time Frankey was born. Frank grew up around horses and before the race was even over he was sure of which horse would win. On his 14th his father gave him his very own horse that he rode every day, he became very skilled. One day he was riding a man was watching him in the stands, it looked as if he had one eye, A single big red puffy eye in the center of his head. Frank thought he was just seeing things, although he wasn’t quite sure he felt like he had seen this man before. Later he was taking the his horse back to the stables the man was there although he had no hat on this time Frankey knew he had only one eye.

“Hello young hero, I have been watching you for some time, you seem to be quite good while mounted on a steed.” The one eyed man said.

“What… What are you?” Franks voice quivering.

“Oh but I am a Cyclopes, Not a dumb oaf as my kin are however I have not always been educated.” He said as if this was the greatest thing since peanut butter spread.

“What do you want from me?” Frank asked.

“Oh nothing just a favor” He said.

“What kind of favor, you need money or something? Frank said trying to figure out what to do.

“Oh if it where that simple, no I need a bargaining chip if you would, to make dream a reality.”

“What do you mean?” He asked. His horse then took off running for no reason he just ran.

“Oh you stupid animal! No matter I will note that, the first thing to do kill every last horse.”

“What did you say?” He asked once more.

“Well I am tiring of your questions, know this you are my pawn now, you will do as I say when I say or I will kill your father do you understand?” He said with a voice as if he was willing his words alone to emit his power.

“You… You have my dad” Frank asked almost with tears in his eyes.

“You have been told” He then rushed Frank almost as fast as Franks eyes could keep up with him. Crack his fist came down across Frank’s face and then everything went black.

“Where, Where am I?” Frankey asked.

“Oh your just at Camp-Half Blood silly” said a girl maybe age seven.

“Wait where? I was just in the stables when the Cyclopes attacked me!” He said with tears almost coming out of his eyes “They… they have my dad” A man came into the room, he had brown hair and looked like his teachers from school.

“Young man calm down, you where brought here after your friend found Gio, A satyr at a nearby school if he hadn’t have found you any earlier you might be dead right now, but that does not matter you are safe here.”

“What exactly is this place?” Frank asked glancing down at the floor.

“Oh why it is Camp-Half Blood the only safe place for Demi-gods on the planet, well except for Mount Olympus.” He said as if he said it a thousand times.

“Demi-what and Mount Olympus as in the mountain in Greece?” Frankey said almost hyperventilating.

“Well yes and no but this is not the time and place for this, Bekka can you make sure he gets some rest?” He asked the small girl

“Yes sir sir” she said with a salute.

“Wait who are you?” Frank asked.

“Oh young hero I am Chiron trainer to the hero’s of Olympus but now you must rest and welcome to Camp-Half Blood”

Physical Appearance: He is 5’10 with black hair and brown eyes. He usually wears shorts and a camp-half blood T-Shirt. He has a backpack that is always over flowing with books and scrolls. He wears a necklace most of the time with small mementos to remember his father at all times.

Personality: He is very competitive. He is good at making friends He loves to run horse games. Loves horses, he still has his horse.

Fatal Flaw: Knowing that at any time the Cyclopes can make him do anything

Pets: His horse (Not a Pegasus) named Michel ‘Angelo, he is kept in the stables.

Talents: Good at predicting out comes and a good horse back rider.

Weapons: A spear called "Earth-Shaker" usaully uses it as a javilin while on horse back but also very handy in a shield wall, Also uses a traditonal Greek shield.

Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round

Other: At any time during his quest that includes even one Cyclopes, he can be told to do stuff like “accidently” drop the one thing that would have made there quest ten times easier.

I actually took my time on this character I hope you like :D

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Name: Jake O’Brian

Age/Birthday: 16

God Parent: Apollo

Claimed: Yes

Mortal Family: Marry O’Brian (Mother)

Years in Camp: 0

Backstory: After his mother became pregnant she accepted a job in Ireland. He grew up like any normal child, he went to school had friends and was almost normal until one day on his way home his friend told him that he should come over to his house to hang out. Jake said “Sorry I can’t I have a lot of homework” but his friend just wouldn’t take no for an answer. So they went to his house, after they went inside the door slammed shut and his friend turned to him “Young hero, you fool.” Then he began to change into a large snake-like creature. That’s when Jake’s instincts went into over drive he dove through an open doorway into a kitchen and picked up a knife, he threw it. “Oh young hero how knieve of you, I am not harmed by mortal weapons” he said with a venomous laugh. Then Jake ran, he ran straight out the back door and jumped the fence. He ran for two hours before he got home.

“Mom you home?” Jake yelled when he opened the door. No answer. He walked into his kitchen there was a note on the fridge, I have to stay late at work there is dinner in the microwave, I’ll be home by 11. “Great just freaking great” then there was a noise from the front door, like scales brushing against sheet metal, “Come out, come out from where ever you are” he said. Jake didn’t know what to do, he could run, but to where? No he had to do something or his mom would be hurt when she got home.
“Hey over here lizard brain” Jake yelled.

“Oh there you are come closer all I want is dinner” He hissed with a smile.

Jake remembered that his mom always kept a knife in her room for special circumstances. Jake made a move; he threw a box of doughnuts at him and ran to his mom’s room. It was there on her night stand a bronze knife. Jake picked it up and threw it with all his might and it hit its mark. “AAAHHHH” and then a pile of dust.

About two hours later his mom walked in the front door “Honey I’m home… Oh my god!” She stood stunned at the golden pile of dust. “Honey what happened here”

“Oh nothing just m friend tried to gut me then eat me!” Jake screamed.

“Jake listen we are going to the airport, you are going to get on a plane and go to a summer camp your father wanted you to go to, now go pack a suitcase now.” She said trying to remain calm she was clearly freaking out.

“Ok” Jake walked to his room and pulled his suitcase from his closet. “Oh my god what is happening what the freak is happening” Jake began freaking out he didn’t know what to do, he lost track of what he was putting in his suitcase.

“I have to make a call go out in the car, and take this with you.” She bent down and picked up the knife and gave it to Jake. It took her about ten minutes to make a “quick” call usually but this took less than a minute. “Ok let’s go” she said.

We arrived at the airport, she bought him a ticket. “You know I love you right and I’m only doing this to make sure you are safe?” She said almost crying.

“Ya of course sending me to New York with no plan but an address, ya if course for my safety.” Jake said being as sarcastic as he could.

“Well there is a man that is going to pick you up his name is Mr. Blackwood he will take you to the camp” She said. She and Jake hugged and although Jake was still full of anger he boarded the plane, the flight was smooth except for landing it was horrible. When he stepped off the plane a man greeted him and introduced himself as Mr. Blackwood and that he would drive me to camp. We picked up my suit case and then went to the parking structure. He had a black SUV. It took about three hours to get all the way to camp. After he had parked down the road he got out, and said “Follow me.” . When they got over the hill a girl with Blood hair and brown eyes greeted him “Welcome to Camp-Half Blood!”.

Physical Appearance: He usually wears a black hoodie or a black tee. He wears an assortment of rings and necklaces, all magic. He usually has a Beanie on. He is 5’8 brown hair, and green eyes.

Personality: He is very stubborn. He doesn’t trust people very easily. He is a very shy person, usually he would rather get into a fight then talk with somebody. However when and if you befriend him is a very cool guy to hang out with and has a great sense of humor.

Fatal Flaw: He is very close minded; once he has made his mind it is set, if somebody tries to change it he only gets madder.

Pets: none

Talents: Good Marksman and Knife Fighter. He is fast in a battle.

Weapons: A bow made of solid Celestial Bronze with the ends curved slightly curved and sharpened, also he usually carries an assortment of throwing knifes that can be used for melee combat as well.

Year-Round or summer: Year-Round

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Can a mod look at thoose two characters?

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Name: Simon Lewis

Age/Birthday: 15

Gender: Male

God Parent: Nike

Claimed: Yes

Mortal Family: Unknown

Years in Camp: 1

Brief History: The earliest memory Simon has is of his first foster home, Of course that was befor it burnt down. This had been happening all of Simon's life though, he would arrive maybe stay two or three years then would move to another. However his last "home" befor Camp Half Blood was a bit of a disaster, Gorgons were in charge of it. He ran away after there first "accident". After about three weeks of running a roaming saytr found him, Gio brought him to camp where he has became an amazing warrior.

Physical Appearance: He has Sandy Blond Hair, Blue eyes. He is 6'1 and is usaully wearing a beanie. He usaully is wearing a Camp-Half Blood Tee. He si always wearing shorts no matter the season or occasion.

Personality: He is very laid back, loves to surf. He is a very big team player however he can hold his own. He likes to make friends but he understands he will make enimies sooner or later. He likes to think stuff through efor he acts,

Fatal Flaw: He has a nagging sense of un-acomplishment, sometimes he drives himself past the point of exaustion befor he realizes hes even tired.

Pets:A Siberian Husky who can smell monsters.

Talents:He is a good Gurilla fighter.

Weapons:His own two hands and what ever they can pickup (Prefeers a good sturdy mace, for Grade A skull smashin)

Year-Round or Summer: Year-Round

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