hip thrust.

Subject: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 4:58 pm

n a v i g a t i o n .

will michaels.
cameron formick.
ruthie valentine.
wesley ryan o'neil.
ethan ellis.
kacey lawrence.
vince belanov.
anne fuhrmann.

p l a y - b y s .

Roxanne is played by Lisa Stelly.
Iris is played by Katy Perry.
Zeus is played by Blake Shelton.
Will is played by Steven R. McQueen.
Cameron is played by Liam Payne.
Landon is played by Grant Gustin.
Ethan is played by Tyler Posey.
Kacey is played by Crystal Reed.
Anne is played by an unknown model/Emma Watson.
Taylor is played by an unkown model.
Ruthie is played by Debby Ryan.
Wesley is played by Ryan Gosling.

s h i p s :

[not dibbsable]
Will is dating Morgan Spyro. Ship name - Wilgan.
Cameron likes Charlie Grandge. Ship name - Charmeron.
Ethan is dating Emily Morgan. Ship name - Unknown.
Landon is single and currently inactive.
Kacey likes David Wells. Ship name - Kavid.
Anne is in an extremely completed relationship with Hale Drem. Ship name - Hanne.
Taylor likes Ollie Thomas. Ship name - Tollie.
Ruthie is in somewhat of a relationship with Alex Montgomery. Ship name - Ralex.
Wesley is married to Penelope Yargin O'Neil. Ship name - Weneslope.

play-bys that are currently mine unless given to someone else yep
franco, dave
gosling, ryan
gustin, grant
harries, jack
hyland, brooke
lott, pixie
mcqueen, steven r.
payne, liam
perry, katy
posey, tyler
reed, crystal
roden, holland
ryan, debby
shelton, blake
stelly, lisa
watson, emma

t e m p l a t e s

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Colton Kyle Winters stood in front of the Zeus cabin, the sunlight flooding the courtyard, and bouncing off of the medal pinned to his shirt. He was shining. Not literally of course, but he looked amazing in his Navy uniform. A white cap was perched on his head, and a serious look was plastered on his face. He gazed at the large, grand building in front of him, his gaze lingering on the door, waiting for a certain red-head to come flying out of it. It had been a year since he'd last seen his beautiful girl and he'd been exchanging letters with her every week.

Sometimes the letters were hard to keep up with, considering he didn't always have time to write, but Cole made time. In a few letters, he'd thought about proposing to her but, whenever he spoke about it with his men, they were never supportive of it. Turns out that a few of them tried it but a long distance relationship never worked. So Cole didn't do it. Instead, he saved his money, played his cards well, and bought a ring as soon as he was on land. The ring was a beautiful, princess cut diamond, set in white gold. The rock wasn't very big, but he didn't think she'd care about the size of it.

Staring patiently at the door, Cole unfolded his hands from behind his back and brought his left hand foward, letting it brush his left pocket, where the box was. A shiver went up his arm and across his shoulder and down his spine.
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[font=Georgia][size=11]Daniel laughed, his eyes bright and amused with her abruptness. [color=#33cc66]"It's okay, you can be as abrupt with me as you'd like, I'm used to people asking me questions,"[/color] he thought back to all the interviews he'd go on back when he was still completely into music unlike he was now. Now he was more content with himself, instead of always trying to be number one. Now he made music because he loved doing it, not because he was competing with other kids.

Daniel lifted the wipe off of her forehead and smiled down into her hazel eyes. [color=#33cc66]"My father's Apollo,"[/color][i] and my ancestor is Orpheus[/i], he silently added. Hailey didn't quite need to know that about him just yet. It would probably either freak her out horribly or go completely fangirl for him. He knew that he was popular with the mortal girls but he doubted that he'd get much attention here. [/size][/font]

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:00 pm

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William Trevor Michaels; Cabin Leader of Zeus

birthday:

his birthday is in june.

gender:

male.

years in camp:

two years now.

god parent:

I'm leaving these blank since most people know what happened.

mortal parent:

Uh...Well he has half mortal parents, Roxanne and Steven.

brief history:

Will was born premature from his mother at camp. The whole thing was very scandolous. His mother had cheated on her boyfriend at age 18 and had him very premature as a young boy. It just happened. She couldn't control it or herself at the time. Will was born and his first few days at camp were rough. Seeing as though his own father had hated him since the day he was born. His father never wanted a kid. Never really liked Will. Roxanne begged Steven to stay and help her raise him but he told her no and left to go play soccer in Germany. Roxanne was completely on her own. Being a daughter of Zeus her father took pity on her and changed Will from baby into a young man so Roxanne would have it easy. Seeing as how Roxanne needed to go to college and was the cabin leader. Destiny Skyys, another one of his mother's best friends, instantly fell in love with the baby Will and decided to get him a few gifts. Storm Chaser and the blankie. Naturally she was upsetted by the fact that he couldn't use the bottle or blankie, even though Will sleeps with the blankie still every night. One fateful day when Roxanne's best friend, Madeline Kinze, walked into the room, Will fell in love with her although she was technically his aunt.

physical appearance:

"Will, you're a truck."

Will has a very, tall, muscular frame for only being sixteen. He enjoys working out and does so everyday. He gets up at sunrise and runs three miles and lifts weights before the sun comes up. He stands at about six foot six inches being very tall and big. His aunts and family often call him 'Truck'. He also has several scars on his hips from where he cut himself. Will was in a very dark period not too long ago where he lost his girlfriend and his mother.
Will's skin is a normal, light color. He doesn't have fair skin that belongs on a redhead. He tans very well, it's just that it's winter outside and Will hasn't exactly spent time in the sun so he's very pale. Will enjoys being tan, it's one of the few materialistic qualities about him. He likes being tan.
Will has soft, ink-black hair that comes down and touches his eyebrows. He has a colic in the back, though, which makes the ends curl upwards a little bit. Girls often find this hot. Will also wears an earring in his left ear. His hair is a natural color.
Will has a very masculine face with hard, prominent features. Like his chin and jawline. They're very prominent. Will has rather medium shaped eyebrows, partly because he has Hermes in him. They arch upwards nicely making for a good surprised look. Underneath his brows are two pretty eyes. They range from a soft blue to a blue-green to a gray-blue to a gray. He has his mothers eyes. They change with the weather. His eyes are framed with soft, lush, black eyelashes that girls are insane for.
Will has an odd way of dressing. He doesn't dress like normal boys. He enjoys dressing up and wearing suits without jackets. If it's a cabin leader meeting he will dress up. He will wear a white button-down shirt and dress pants and dress shoes and a tie. Will loves formal events because then he has an excuse to rent a tux. If he's just going out and about at camp, then he'll just wear a shirt, hoodie, jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

personality:

Will is one of the nicest guys you'll ever meet. He's sweet and totally nice about everything. He's one of few who actually cares about the other person. Will sometimes uses friendly sarcasm and shares with almost everyone. If you first meet him, your impression is most likely, 'perfect guy, all-around great guy, valedictorian,' or something along those lines. If you actually knew Will, you'd know his life isn't at all perfect. He's not just the gorgeous, nice, sweet, and funny guy you know, but the lovestruck son of two dead demigods. Will has the tendency to get stuck in a lot of love related dramas. His first love was a half sister of his. People tend to not like him because they think he has a perfect life and they're jealous. Will wishes he could change that, but he knows he can't.
He's totally that 'nice-guy' stereotypical demigod that everyone likes. He really has very few enemies. Will's not the type of guy that's going to ignore you if you need help. He's the type of guy to help out someone no matter what and no matter who they are. It's his fatal flaw. He's too nice.

fatal flaw:

pets:

He doesn't really have any pets. Unless you count the fact that he might be getting a German Shepard puppy.

weapons:

Has a sword that changes into a blanket. The swords name is Storm Traveler.

talents:

Lightning Manipulation: Lately, having become very good at lightning manipulation, Will can make lightning appear in his hands frequently. Eventually he gets tired out. He cannot do this all day.
Lightning Control: Will isn't exactly very good with making lightning come down from the sky, but he tries.
Stealth Increase: Because his father was half Hermes, William is rather sneaky and excellent on sneaking up on people. This makes him a valuable CTF team member.
Thunder Manipulation: Coming from his mother's side of the family, Will's excellent at making thunder sound and shake the ground.
Long Distance Running: From his father's side of the family, Will is able to run for rather long distances, since his grandfather is the god of travelers.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:03 pm

Vincent Massimo Belanov

Age/Birthday:
18 years old, July 3rd
Gender:
Male
God Parent:
Hermes
Claimed:
Yes
Mortal Family:
Ramona Belanov
Years in Camp:
3
Brief History:
Vinnie had always been labeled the "trouble-maker" at school. He got poor marks on his report cards, was constantly sent to the principal, and even transferred schools when he got expelled(twice.) His home life wasn't particularly great--his mother was an alcoholic who would disappear for days without so much as telling Vin where she was going, and so he mostly took care of himself--but he wasn't abused or anything of the like. His teachers would constantly worry for his well being, because he'd show up in the clothes he wore the day before, sleep through all the classes, and constantly had cuts and bruises on his arms and legs, but none of it was really his parents fault. The clothes were just because he was too lazy to change and nobody said he had too, the sleeping was because he hated school and was too jumpy to sit still and actually pay attention, and the cuts and bruises were because he'd go out skating with his friends every night. Despite his constant explanations, nobody believed him. Multiple times his mother, Ramona Belanov, faced lawsuits as social workers tried to take away child custody of Vinnie. They had lost each case until he was 13, when they finally, unfortunately, won.
The case wasn't about custody of him, though. It was about his punishment. While his mom was on her usual trip to gods only knew where, Vin decided it would be a fun idea to try driving her car. The keys had been left on the kitchen counter, and from watching television shows Vin assumed he had some idea of what he was doing. Originally he just planned to drive around the neighborhood and bring it back, maybe stopping by a friend's house to brag, but he never got the chance. He put the keys into the ignition of the old white Honda Accord from the 90s, and twisted it, turning on the engine. After a few minor errors he managed to put the car in reverse and pull it out into the street, before turning it and shifting it into drive. From there, he started speeding down the street, completely unaware of the little boy from down the street playing outside.
When a squirrel went running into the street, Vin swerved out of panic. He ended up going up onto the curb, into the grass and over an 11 year old boy who went to his school. The car went into the boy's house, and Vin was thrown from the vehicle. He went through a glass coffee table and cut himself up badly, but the boy was dead.
After Vin's injuries were tended to and the concussion was beginning to disappear at the hospital, policed informed Vinnie of what he'd done. They said there would be severe consequences, however, they weren't as bad as Vinnie had originally thought. Somehow the court ruled that Vincent's joyride had been a result of stress and bad parenting, and that the accidental manslaughter wouldn't have happened otherwise. Ramona was charged for leaving her child unattended like she did and spent six months in jail, followed by six months of parenting classes. Vinnie went to a juvenile detention center for the year, where he constantly thought of what he'd done, how he'd killed an innocent boy--a classmate, no less. It changed him from being extremely reckless and oblivious of consequence to something of a cynic.
Just short of his 15th birthday, Vincent got out of jail. He went home to Ramona and tried to begin a new life. While Vinnie gave up running about in the middle of the night, stealing and fighting, he didn't give up skateboarding. For a while, he was worried he'd crash into people and hurt them skateboarding, or he'd hurt himself, but eventually, after many falls and having to get back up, he grew to understand that accidents happen. He is still scarred both physically and mentally from the event, but skateboarding helped him remember who he was before, and helped him realize that he could still be that person because that person wasn't bad. Slowly his old habits came back--though he was still terrified of driving.
Shortly after realizing this, Ramona had a sober talk with Vin(she quit drinking after Vinnie killed their neighbor and she went to jail.) She confessed that he wasn't an ordinary child, but he was a son of no other than the greek god of mischief, Hermes. Vin didn't want to believe it, but somewhere deep down, he thought it might be true. Ramona promised that he'd understand everything if he attended a special summer camp for children of the Greek deities. Vin, feeling like he didn't have much of a choice on the matter, agreed to go. He figured there wasn't really anything to lose, anyhow. It was actually a new start--a way to burn his bridges. He began to cherish an idea and by the time his bus was scheduled to arrive, he cherished the idea. The bus took him half away across the country, from his small home in Denver, Colorado, all the way to Long Island, New York. Using written directions on a piece of paper, he walked the last few miles to Camp Half Blood, and arrived with nothing more than the clothes on his back.
Physical Appearance:
Vin isn't lacking in body muscle at all. He has prominent arm and leg definition under fair skin. His limbs are long and lanky; Vin is somewhat tall, even for a guy, standing at 6'2." He's got an oval head covered in a mop of wavy, dark brown hair, which he tends to hide under a hat out of laziness. The hair curls around his ears and at the back of his neck, and he lacks hair anywhere else.
Under the wisps of his bangs you can see small, almond shaped, honey brown eyes that gleam a shade close to amber under the right light. He's also got thick, naturally down-sloping eyebrows that, combined with his confident smirk, gives him a determined, confident look to replace a neutral face. He's got dimples, the right slightly more prominent than the left, and a Marilyn Monroe mole that can't be seen from too far away.
As far as unusual markings go, he's got mature scars making small lines and criss-crosses all over his back, as well as the back of his neck, arms, legs, and even a small one on his butt. These were from being thrown into the coffee table as a kid. They're mature scars, shiny and pink, but smooth. He also has large scars on his knees and elbows, courtesy of his skateboarding past-time. The only other strange mark is a cafe au lait birthmark, which is light brown and roughly the shape of an oval, but with the occasional jagged edge. It's about an inch and a half wide, and located on his calf, a little un-centered to the left.
Personality:
For a while after the accident, Vinnie was extremely reserved. He felt guilty and depressed, and didn't really want to talk to anyone or spend time with people in general. Eventually, he returned to his own, charismatic, mischievous self--but he's danger conscious, now. His stunts are a little more controlled, because he doesn't want to hurt people. He'll still occasionally scrap for fun, but never with the intention to seriously injure, as well as steal small things and lounge around in no loitering stores. He still takes signs and slaps stickers on railings, but he's less eager to fight or put himself in a situation where he might endanger somebody else. And he has a major fear of driving. He can sit in a car, certainly. He had to just to get to Camp Half Blood. But he refuses to get behind the wheel again. For the mean time, Vin will stick to skateboarding everywhere.
Vin is somewhat prideful in what he does. He's happy to say that he steals and that he won't take crap from people, and beams when people give him compliments. He'll given anyone any type of talk, whether about the birds and the bees or about how he thinks the earth was created. He absolutely despises talking about how he killed the boy, though. That's one topic that makes him squirm. But that aside, Vin is a happy-go-lucky guy. He takes things day by day and doesn't mind running in head first without a plan. Sometimes, that's his downfall. Other times, it works out great. Vin is likely to smile either way. He's friendly to most and will talk to anyone who starts a conversation with him. Being social comes natural to him.
Charisma aside, Vin is also very curious. If he wants to know something, he finds out about it. He'll go a great length to solve a mystery, because the question will burden him until an answer is found. This leads him to questionable situations sometimes, and can often get him into trouble. Vin is the kind of guy that strolls down a dark alley way in the middle of the night by himself just to find out what something shining on the ground might be. Consequences or something he doesn't typically think about. Somehow, though, he still complains when bad things happen due to his lack of thinking.
Fatal Flaw:
Vincent is afraid of hurting people. Specifically, killing them. He hesitates to make the final blow, which could lead to his own demise when fighting with an enemy.
Pets:
None
Talents:
Being a son of Hermes leads Vinnie to do questionable things. He's excellent at lock-picking as well as pick-pocketing and even smuggling products out of stores, to some extent. Hermes' talents aside, Vin is an experienced skateboarder and isn't half bad on a dirt bike, either. He can't sing or play an instrument to save his life, but he does have a guilty pleasure for poetry and song writing.
Weapons:
A boomerang spanning four feet in length. It has razor sharp edges and does return when thrown properly. The boomerang is black in color, with celestial bronze edges that are silver in color. The weapon has been affectionately named Arsenio. While many would consider Arsenio to be a heavy, bulky weapon, Vin finds that the weapon isn't actually particularly hard to carry, throw, or run with. He suspect the ease of using the weapon is a gift from his father, Hermes, though there is no actual proof of this and he's never met his dad so he can't ask about it.
Arsenio, because of the inconvenience of its shear size, can cut down and transform into to a black and gold striped lanyard around his neck. At the bottom of the lanyard, along with his house and car keys, is a small golden boomerang. It hangs like a keychain, but the boomerang is the embodiment of Arsenio. When Arsenio is out and in use, any keys that Vin keeps on the lanyard cannot be accessed.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round
Other:
Vin loves working out because it allows him to blow off steam in a way that's as close as you can get to violence without being violent.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:03 pm

Canon Character #1:

Canon Character #2:

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:05 pm

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Ruth Mary Valentine

Age/Birthday:
Ruthie is sixteen years of age in June on the thirtieth. However, she was born in 1918.
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Aphrodite.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Father, George Valentine: George Valentine was born to a very poor mother and father in the tenements of New York city in the mid 1800's. He had six brothers and sisters and he was the middle child. As he got older he became more and more ignored. Finally at the age of sixteen, George up and left. He packed a small bag and became a shoe-shiner on the street. Never spending a penny, the frugal man saved up for business school. At the age of twenty-five, he had a degree and a successful job on Wall Street. Sure, this took up all of his time, but he was also a distant descendant of Athena so he he fairly smart. When George was twenty-six, he met Aphrodite. Aphrodite became his obsession. He couldn't think of anything other than his "Rosie". When Rosie became pregnant, George was thrilled. Of course, she left him as soon as she gave birth. George's heart was absolutely broken and he would never be able to love again. By the time his daughter was fourteen, it was 1929 and the stock market crashed.
Years in Camp:
This is her second.
Brief History:
Born to a rich father in 1918, Ruthie had a very good life. Her father was a sweet, kind man who had so much love for his daughter that sometimes he could barely contain it. Ruthie grew up in a nice house in upper Manhattan, which at the time had actually had houses, where she went to school as well. Her life was great up until she turned fourteen.
The year was 1929 and her father was becoming very worried about stocks, he'd been saying how lately they'd been unnaturally high, so he'd begun to sell them as fast as he could. Being an extremely successful businessman, he knew what was coming and it'd be big. George had also withdrew almost all of his money from the bank and began putting it into shoe boxes and hiding them in the closet. Ruthie was told to never touch them. It was in mid-fall that the stock market crashed. George watched his friends lose almost all they had. George lost some money as well, but not as much as anyone else. Ruthie's friends had all moved away and by the time it was late November, Ruthie's school had closed down. Ruthie was so lonely that her father knew of only one place he could take her.
George, knowing about Aphrodite, contacted a satyr. George told the satyr to take Ruthie to Las Vegas, where there was a casino. George only knew about the casino from what he'd heard. He'd heard that it was like a fountain of youth. That it'd freeze you in time and keep you young until you got out. When Ruthie turned fifteen, George took her there.
Before George dropped Ruthie off he placed a small necklace around her neck of a dove. It was a beautiful dove made from pearls and diamonds. But small. Ruthie loved it anyways. Her father let a doorman lead her into the hotel and he left his little girl behind. He knew that she wouldn't be coming back, he knew that she would probably never see him again, but he loved his daughter more than anything and if that meant giving her up then so be it. It was the hardest thing he'd ever had to do.
Eventually, the economy straightened out and George was old in 1941. When he finally died of old age in 1981, he still hadn't seen his daughter.
Eventually, a satyr went to the casino to look for demigods and he found three. Ruthie, Flower, and Doug. Flower was from the 60's and Doug was from the 90's. Ruthie was the oldest. From the Roarin' 20's. Because Flower was only a daughter of Demeter and Doug was a son of Hephaestus they didn't get too much trouble as they crossed the land, although, Ruthie was in shock half of the way there. She didn't understand much of what was going on. But, over the trip she did understand why the women looked like men in their pants and shirts.
The satyr had explained everything and offered to buy her new clothes and Ruthie accepted. Naturally having the sense of what was in fashion she chose a dress and new pair of shoes. Ruthie kept her hair in a braid though.
Soon afterwords, they made it to camp without another interruption. Ruthie's been there ever since.
Physical Appearance:
Standing at the taller height of five foot six inches, Ruthie's a bit bigger than most of the Aphrodite girls. She has broader shoulders than the other girls and a bigger waist. Born in the teens of the 1900's, Ruthie was very tall for her age. The other girls usually only came up to her shoulder. She was the same height, almost, as her father. Ruthie has medium sized breasts. Her arms and her legs are relatively unstrong due to lack of physical exercise.
Ruthie's skin is a creamy ivory color. She has very fair skin and burns extremely easily. She often doesn't go out into the sun, but she has very few blemishes on her face. She has a few freckles here and there on her face but avoids the sun because of this reason.
Ruthie has a very pretty heart shaped face with a cute little chin. Her nose is on the smaller side and her cheekbones are fairly normal. On either side of her nose are soft purple eyes. They aren't screaming purple eyes like Dionysus's children but a soft purple-violet hue. Her eyes are a tad like Elizabeth Taylor's even though Ruthie doesn't know who this is. They are framed by a set of dark, thick eyelashes. Ruthie loves to wear eye makeup. Because she was born in a time where makeup wasn't used very much and it the colors weren't as abundant as they are now, she loves it. She loves mascara and often makes her eyelashes ridiculously longer and she enjoys eyeshadow. However, Ruthie doesn't care so much for eyeliner. She can't play around with it as much. There's only so much she can do with it, so she says.
Ruthie's hair is an original blonde-brown color, but after she discovered hair dye in a box, she dyed it right away. It's now a dark reddish color along with the color of her eyebrows. It falls to the middle of her back in thick waves.
Her style is very in and current and Ruthie likes to keep up with the styles of today. As soon as she got to camp she instantly realized that she was way out of date. So borrowing a few magazines, she began to read up on the styles. Of course it took her forever to develop a style but she now has a very girlie style consisting of dresses, pink, and lace.
Personality:
Loud and proud, this daughter of Aphrodite loves attention. She loves to be the center of attention all of the time. When people start to ignore her, she'll become all sad and practically demand the attention. Being raised as the only child of a rich father she can't help it.
Ruthie is slightly materialistic being a daughter of Aphrodite. Her father always bought her dresses and dolls and toys galore. Ruthie always had some kind of something to keep her busy, almost like busy work. Now she still loves material objects. Ruthie loves to shop, being a daughter of Aphrodite she was born with great style. Ruthie's also a total girl. She loves frillies and lace and pink and everything girlie. Though, she was raised in a time where women were looked at and not heard. Ruthie's fine with this philosophy.
Not always grounded, Ruthie can be a tad air-headed. It's the Aphrodite in her, she can hardly focus on more than one thing at once and what she's been told to do can often go in one ear and out the other. Being the daughter of Aphrodite, Ruthie's compassionate, caring, cheerful, a good friend, and a die-hard romantic. Since she was never born in the area that most of the other girl demigods lived in, Ruthie never feels down on herself. She's always had a rather high self-esteem and sees herself as rather pretty.
And being pretty can sometimes be bad. Ruthie's vain. She's not narcissistic but she is vain. She adores herself a bit too much sometimes and this can occasionally lead to her hubris or pride. She's always felt like that sometimes the gods don't know what they're doing up there and that they need help running Olympus. Which is her fatal flaws, Hubris, Vanity, and a tad bit of Envy. She does always want more that what she already has and if she sees someone with something she wants she'll become kind of jealous of that person.
Fatal Flaw:
Hubris and vanity.
Pets:
She has a large, dark gray tomcat with light green eyes named Blizzard.
Talents:
She doesn't have any demigod talents. Though, Ruthie loves to play match-maker.
Weapons:
Ruthie doesn't like to fight, however she does have a ceremonial dagger that she keeps gleaming. She's hardly ever fought with it. She doesn't like to get dirty.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round because she doesn't have anyone to go home to during the year.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:13 pm

open character slot.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:53 pm

Anne Fuhrmann

Age:
12
Gender:
Female
Years at Camp:
4
Brief History:
"I don't know much of my history. My mom wouldn't tell me much. She told me I was a gift from above. I've always assumed she meant God. But...I'm not so sure anymore..."
Anne is right. She isn't from our planet. She's from a galaxy millions of lightyears away. Of course, Anne fell to the Earth when a firey explosion happened in her galaxy. A dying star was on the verge of either shrinking and becoming more dense and becoming a black hole or becoming a supernova. The explosion sent several stars and other heavenly bodies spralling. It sent Anne so far that she became a shooting star. Literally. She fell to Earth in a flashy way. The impact knocked several North Americans off their chairs. Anne was discovered in a fetal posistion by some farmers just a little north of New York city. They raised her carefully, not telling Anne of her heritage. At night, Anne would have awful nightmares of explosions and she'd wake up screaming. If there was a clear night sky outside, she'd have a hard time falling asleep. When Anne turned five she began to emit a strange glowing in the dark. Not like a glowstick but more of a celestial glow. At age eight, Anne began to dissapear at night in her sleep and she'd be up in the sky glowing as a star. When she'd wake up she'd have absolutely no knowledge of this. That's when the monsters started attacking and Anne came to camp.
Recently, about a few months ago, Anne was kidnapped by the enemy. The enemy meaning Kronos' army. In a little under three months, Anne was brainwashed and trained to hate demigods. She doesn't realize that she's been trained to hate regular demigods. While the young star nymph ran with Kronos' army, life was pretty good except for the darn star rule and her missing her Hale. That was something that she would lay awake and think about every night. Her Hale. Finally, when she was missing him too much, something huge happened. A lieutenant became frustrated with her making the wrong decision and threw her out of the army, not permitting her to return. So for the next three months, Anne roamed the world as a star. A literal star, though. She preferred staying in England and even picked up a bit of an accent.
About a week ago, Anne returned to camp. However, instead of returning returning, she lurks around the borders, creeping on daily camp life and watching out for her Hale. Occasionally she'll be spotted from her hiding place and she'll be shot at. Anne'll take the shots and avoid that spot later. Of course, she's been trained in stealth and hiding by enemy Hermes children, so she's prepared to find new spots.
Dwelling:
"Well...I come from New York. But I know I wasn't born there."
Anne is a star nymph. Meaning, she is a star. When she's awake and in the daylight she's a normal girl, but since she turned twelve two months ago she hasn't been able to spend a night on Earth. Only watching the Earth from her perch in the sky as a star. This makes Anne sad but she learns to deal with it. Every nigth at exactly seven PM Anne has to return to the sky. It's an ancient star nymph rule. Her place in the sky is like a dark husk in the day. It's like an empty shell that can't be seen until it's nighttime. When Anne returns to her shell at seven PM the husk becomes filled with light and her bed appears and she sleeps in her shell. Meaning, the husk/shell becomes the star. Anne can't see the brightness of herself but others do. The shell is rather comfortable, though. When it's exactly seven in the morning Anne is permitted to return to Earth.
Physical appearance:
At age thirteen Anne could pass for a small fourteen year-old. She has not too much of a chest but slightly enough so that she looks like a girl. Her hips curve just a bit, as she is just begining adolesence. Anne is generally average height for her age. She stands at about a height of four foot nine.
Anne is particularly pretty for her age. However she is a nymph so it's not much of a surprise. She has dark brown hair that falls to about the top of her chest and usually keeps it in one braid that falls over her shoulder. She has her bangs parted to the right side of her face and they fall over her eyes sometimes, giving her a messy but simple look. She has dark blue eyes. They're so dark blue that they look like the night sky. If you look closely enough you can see sparkling, twinkling stars in them. She has a milky, snow-white complexion with hits of olive in it. Anne has almost flawless skin, except for a little scar on her chin that she finds repulsive.
Anne is usually found in Converse and jean shorts and a t-shirt. Her favorite shirts to wear are something from places she traveled to. As a star nymph, they see the world at night since they're in the sky. So often, Anne has been appearing in odd places after her night in the sky. Like Disney Land. Or Cedar Point. Or Duke.
Personality:
Like most twelve year olds, Anne is a bit shy at first but she'll warm up to you quickly. Anne loves reading. Espescially about astronomy and astrology, which is odd since she was diagnosed with dyslexia and ADD. But if set to it, she'll work hard and impress you. She's very industrious like that. Anne loves to play pranks on the other nymphs with the help of the Hermes cabin and she'll join in a discussion with the Athena cabin. But Anne will never set foot in the Ares cabin, for she is much too timid to fight. She has a strong aversion for fighting. She prefers to talk her way out of things. She's an all-around friendly person. However, as a young girl she's very impatient and has no tolerance for waiting. She's also very naive and trusting. Which sucks since Anne is twelve and there are bad people out in the world.
Anne is very imaginative. She loves to create stories in her head. And she loves to act them out. Often she'll be found in the Ampitheater trying to act out a story by herself. Or with a few friends. She's very hopeful and optimistic. She's a 'Glass half-full' type of person. Not very skeptical either.
Most of the above is still true, except for what is written right here. Ever since Anne was kidnapped into Kronos' army, she's been very angsty. Like a real teenager. She's become rebellious, anti-government, and a bit rude at times. Anne can be very snarky and quick to judge when she wants to, too. She's got a quick mouth and she's fast to point out the faults of others instead of herself sometimes.
Talents:
Constellation Recognition: While it's not much of a power, Anne has the ability to instantly recognize any constellation in any sky whatsoever. She's better at it than some Urania kids.
Weapons:
After Anne left CHB for the first time, she became heavily equipped with gear for fighting. She has a full set of light armor, consisting of a breastplate, a helmet, leg-plates, and an assortement of other equipment. But Anne now prefers to fight with a spear, her spear being as long as her body and a lot more deadlier. The tip of Anne's spear is laced with a numbing poision, which numbs the body part that is wounded by this spear.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:54 pm

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Ethan Tyler Ellis

Name: Ethan Tyler Ellis.
Gender:
Male.
Age:
Ethan is fifteen years of age and was born on February 29th. So technically his 4th birthday will be in a few weeks.
God and mortal parent:
Ethan's father is Hephaestus, god of fire and the forge. His mother was Aurora Ellis, a mechanic.
Brief History
Ethan was born and raised in a small town in Pennsylvania, his mother and father splitting apart about two months after he was born so he never knew his father, exactly. There are photographs of his parents together, though. Ethan's mother was never particularly home when he was younger, so Ethan basically learned how to fend for himself. The young son of Hephaestus was smart; he knew how to work a stove and most appliances. He even knew how to fix them, by the time he was seven.
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Description:
Ethan stands at a height of six foot exactly. Ethan enjoys running and exercising and he was on his high school's lacrosse team, so he's in very good shape. Ethan has a broad, strong, and muscular frame. He's built like a football player. Ethan has long arms that are longer than they should be, but only by a few centimeters. His shoulders are broad, like a sports player's should be and his hands are large. He's heard them described as catcher's mitts. His feet, though, are disproportionate to the rest of his body. They're much smaller, to the point where he wears size 10 shoes. He's been told by a foot doctor that he should be wearing size sixteen shoes or so. Ethan likes his small feet, though. They're quick and fast and instead of lumbering around like his friends, he's much more agile.
Ethan's jawline isn't as prominent as it could be but, his chin is small and a tad pointed. Though it rounds off nicely. Unlike most of the male celebrities in society, Ethan prefers to appear clean-shaven. He can't stand being stubbly. It drives him goofy to have to reach to scratch his chin and then have his hand scratched, instead. Ethan has a great smile. His teeth are straight and he's never had a cavity before. Ethan is a little bit obsessive about his teeth, though. Having braces put on when he was in 6th grade and then having them off in the beginning of his Freshman year made him obsessive. He uses teeth whiteners, too.
While his nose is a little bigger than he would like, on each side of it are his eyes. Ethan has deep brown eyes the color of melted chocolate. They're deep and hold sense of shyness. Those deep, brown eyes are framed by a set of dark, black, thick eyelashes. His eyelashes are long and feminine and he often gets grief about how everyone wishes their eyelashes were like his. His eyes are very easy to look at.
Ethan's hair is a very dark brown in color. It is not black, but a dark brown. He doesn't like to wear it cropped, but prefers it shorter. He often uses the Axe styling stuff in his hair to keep it in place, but so that it's also soft and silky to the touch. Even without the Axe, Ethan's hair is naturally soft. But, without the Axe to keep his hair in place, it just falls flat and looks dumb. Ethan figures if he wears it nicely, it may one day cooperate with him. When the sun hits his hair, it tends to look much more brown.
Not having an exact style, Ethan falls more into the category of jock-simple clothing. While he prefers tighter shirts, he likes low-riding, soft, worn-jeans. Ethan has a leather jacket that he frequently wears his his clothing, that gives him a rebel appearance. Ethan never lliked to shop, though. On his feet, Ethan usually wears basketball shoes or running shoes. He's not picky about his shoes.
Personality:
Ethan's rather shy. He finds comfort in large crowds, seeing as how people will ignore him for whoever else is there. Ethan's shy, but he's not anti-social. It just takes a while for Ethan to warm up to you.
Despite his shyness, Ethan was always popular in school. He was friends with everyone. From jocks to stoners, everyone loved him. Teachers loved him. Staff loved him, he was always quiet and didn't like to cause trouble. Ethan always obeyed rules and was never disrespectful towards a teacher.
Though, Ethan does have a bit of a rebellious streak. Unlike most of his friends, Ethan hasn't touched alcohol or even looked at a cigarette. Ethan has always been good with standing up for himself and going against the social media. He doesn't exactly pay attention to what's normal and what's not.
Unlike the majority of his sex, Ethan is sensitive and sympathetic to what's going on. He tries to understand what the problem is and to help. He often reaches out to people he barely knows, putting himself on the line for that person. He can't help it. That's his fatal flaw. Loyalty. However, like most of the majority of his sex, Ethan is ignorant about girls. He has no clue about them or how they work or what's up with them. He refuses to acknowledge this, too. He's a bit afraid of girls as well, finding his mouth dry when they speak to him and his heart racing.
Ethan's very optimistic about things. He's a hopeless romantic, too. Ethan hates pessismists and those who look at life with a negative perspective. He finds it annoying. He thinks that one day a girl will come and find him and sweep him off his feet. Like a storm. He lives by the song 'Storm Warning'.
Fatal Flaw:
Ethan's fatal flaw is loyalty as stated above.
Weapons:
Ethan has two swords that he uses. He has a practice sword and a fighting sword. His practice is made from a dull, flat blade that's unsharpened. Ethan doesn't plan on sharpening it anytime soon. Ethan's fighting sword is a two and half foot long sharp blade. The blade itself is celestial bronze and has a jewel on the hilt. The jewel is enchanted and when he runs his hand over it, it turns into a lacrosse stick. The hilt is covered in a bit of black cloth, which makes it different than most Greek swords. Ethan named it παγερή καταιγίδα. Which is Greek for Ice Storm.
Talents:
Ethan's very good at lacrosse. He also excels in school despite his ADHD. But, he really doesn't have any other talents.
Year-rounder or Summer Only?:
He doesn't know yet.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:57 pm

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Cameron Jason Formick

Age/Birthday:

Gender:

God Parent:

Claimed:

Mortal Family:

Jennifer Formick; Biological Mother:

Years in Camp:

Brief History:

Physical Appearance:

Personality:

Fatal Flaw:

Pets:

Talents:

Lightning Manipulation:

Atmospheric Difference:

Atmospheric Control:

Thunder Control:

Weapons:

Year-Round or Summer:

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Thu Feb 16, 2012 5:58 pm

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kacey april lawrence

Name: Kacey April Lawrence. Though, her father gave her a nickname when she was younger. She was The Wicked Witch of Staten Island.
Age/Birthday:
Kacey's age is sixteen and she was born in March on the seventh in 1996.
Gender:
She's female.
God Parent:
Kacey's god parent is Hecate.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Father; Jeremy Blanc: Jeremy is a very important part in Kacey's life. He's always been there for her, always. He always backed Kacey on whatever she did. No matter what. Jeremy Blanc loved his daughter more than anything else in the entire world and would do anything for her. Jeremy Blanc owned a car dealer-ship and loved his job. One night on his birthday, his friends decided it would be a good idea to get their anti-social, awkward buddy out. Of course, it was a horrible idea. There was a reason Jeremy stayed inside and at work all day; he couldn't dance, he couldn't drink, and he couldn't flirt. But, he was fairly good looking, so when he tried a drink, he became instantly ten points more attractive. That's how he attracted the attention of the lovely Hecate. The two danced and talked and eventually went how with each other. From there, that's where his relationship with Hecate began. And then there was Kacey. And then Hecate left shortly after Kacey was born and shortly after she told Jeremy who she actually was.
In the depression leading up to Aphrodite, Jeremy was a quiet mess. He didn't do much with his friends anymore, only taking care of Kacey. He was like that for about three months after Kacey was born, but then his friends again, realized that something was extremely wrong with their friend. So, again, they took him out for a drink. Now, Jeremy at this time picked up the tequila and didn't put it down the whole night. Little did he know that he'd wake up in the morning with a tattoo and a girl in his bed. She wasn't just any girl, no. She was the goddess of love. Quickly, through the course of a few months, they fell in love while Aphrodite was carrying his child. Jeremy had no idea, though and within a few months, his son was born and yet another love had left him. Though this time, his heart was not able to be fixed. He'd never love again thanks to the goddess of love herself.
Half-brother; Liam Lawrence:
Liam is the son of Aphrodite, also the brother of Kacey. After Hecate left his father, his father went into a depression and then met Aphrodite who fixed him up and then broke his heart. He's never loved again. Liam knows this, too. He knows that he's a son of Aphrodite, but he's never been to camp because the monster attacks aren't frequent and he can stay in school without too much attention... well, negative attention, anyways. Liam's always brought home many girls, but Kacey never approves of any of them. Liam and Kacey are actually quite close, unlike some siblings. Even though Kacey is his older sibling, he often ends up taking care of her and telling people off for her since she can't do it herself. Liam's extremely protective of his sister and will do almost anything for her.
Years in Camp:
Kacey's been in camp for a total of two years.
Brief History:
Kacey was born on Staten Island to a normal, quiet and conservative family. Her father loved to work but he made sure that he was there enough for his daughter and son. Kacey had a very normal childhood, overall. Her elementary years were great. There wasn't any fighting involved at all. No problems, no nothing. Kacey was clean and free of problems. However, it was when Kace hit middle school that all the problems arose.
The first day of sixth grade, Kacey showed up for class wearing a new outfit, a little bit of makeup, and a new bag and every boy was suddenly interested in her. Kacey had no idea what was happening so for the remainder of the school year, she "dated" those boys. The same thing happened in seventh and eighth grade, too. But when Kacey was in ninth grade, all those girls started getting jealous. They were becoming increasingly pissed off with Kacey and why she could get so many guys.
A few girls started a hate club for Kacey and put hate mail in her locker. Kacey would find it and get so confused as to why girls didn't like her. Kacey's new hate club started spreading horrible rumors about the poor girl, they told the teachers about Kacey and how her "home life" was, they gave "anonymous" tips to the administration about Kacey's "drug problems". None of what these girls were saying was true. None of it.
So for a while Kacey kept to herself, and really didn't speak to anyone except her only friend, Rosie. Rosie was a kind-hearted girl who stood up for Kacey no matter what. Kacey always told her friend to not bother but Rosie didn't listen. She was always there for Kace. Well, at least she was until the one fateful night of The Party. In mid-summer of the year before her sophomore year, Kacey was invited to a party. Well, she got invited on accident. One of her guy friends let it slip to her and she instantly wanted to go. She loved parties and hadn't been to one in ages. However, she didn't tell Rosie. She feared that if she told Rosie, Rosie wouldn't let her go and would tell her that it was a horrible idea. So Kacey kept it a secret from her best friend.
Kacey smiled, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she shivered in the moonlight. Although the bonfire was still burning strong and emiting warm heat, she was still freezing from the earlier dip in the pool. Kacey's hair dripped down her back, making her thing blouse cling to her neck. Kacey felt a gentle caress at her neck and she looked up, not sure what to expect. A very handsome, happy looking male was peering down at her. "Oh, hello," Kacey said, a bright smile forming on her lips and in her eyes.
"Hello," the guy replied quietly, perching next to her on the log. His eyes remained locked on the fire as he said, "Are you cold? Would you like my jacket?" At the end of his question, his gaze flickered over to her. Kacey could see something in his eyes and she could feel a pull in her gut, but she ignored it. "Yeah, that'd be nice, thanks," she answered, taking the jacket from his hand. "I'm Kacey," she stated, her eyes also on the fire.
The two teens talked for two hours, the boy--Brandon-- getting her multiple drinks. By the end of the night, Kacey began to feel woozy, her head spinning. She tried to get up and leave the fire, stumbling, but Brandon pulled her back into his arms, where he held her close, his beer breath breathing hot down her neck. She was uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything. In a few moments Brandon said, "Want me to take you home?" In response, Kacey blinked and nodded. She was having trouble speaking. She couldn't seem to form her words.
Brandon pulled her to her feet, pulling his keys out of his pocket and leading her into the woods. "Come on, we're just taking a short cut," he replied easily. Kacey nodded once again, her lungs tightening with fear. Something wasn't right. She could feel it. Kacey opened her mouth, her words coming out slurred as she tried to tell him that she wanted to go back. Brandon kept an iron grip on her wrist, bruising the heck out of it. She pulled and pulled, finally becoming free only to turn to run and tripping on her own two feet.
That's when Brandon grabbed her ankles and things went from bad to worse. A few hours later, blood was spilled and police found Kacey naked in the woods, huddling under a jacket with her eyes blackened, her wrists bruised, and a broken rib.
After Kacey was raped, Kacey's father went to press charges, but the charges were dropped when Kacey begged for a low profile. After her request, Kacey moved to camp to forget about everything.
Physical Appearance:
Kacey's short. She stands at about five foot two inches and she's thin, too. She's always been fairly thin and frail. She's stronger than she looks though. She's always been told that she's undeveloped and petite and maybe even a little underweight. Kacey's never really payed attention to what she weighs or whatever. She's one of the very few girls in the nation that doesn't care about their weight. Given she is small. Kacey's arms are thin and long just like the rest of limbs. The way she's being described you'd think she looks like a little girl. And she does, she definitely looks younger than she actually is. But she's still beautiful.
Kacey's face is soft and shaped like a heart. She's got a small, pointed, delicate chin that has a scar on the underneath side of it. From the empousai attack. Kacey's smile is fantastic and she's got these dimples on the sides of her mouth that are rarely seen. Kacey doesn't exactly socialize with people. On the higher side of her face, she's got a nose that's just a nose. It goes straight down. It's a bit small and she wishes it were bigger. Though, it's not a Voldy nose or anything. Underneath her nose are her lips, which she often wears chapstick on. She's a bit obsessed with her Eos chapstick and always has one in her bag.
On both sides of her nose are her eyes. Kacey's got large, luminous green eyes. Her eyes are always bright and shining, with either tears or whatever. But usually they're shining. In the iris of her eyes, the green is the most dominant color, but there's flecks of brown and gold near her pupil. Kacey's pupil is often big, which is why so many people as her if she's high. Framing her eyes are very average, brown eyelashes. Kacey likes the look of mascara because she likes the pretty, feminine look it gives her, so she wears a bit of mascara and occasionally some eyeliner. Above her eyes, are tiny, thin, arched eyebrows. They didn't get this way naturally though, she has to wax and pluck a lot. But it's worth it.
Kacey's hair is down to about her mid-back, being long and straight. She always keeps it styled somehow. Either half up and half-down or tied back into a bun thing on the top of her head. Sometimes, but only sometimes, she'll braid it. Rarely will she curl it. Her hair is extremely thick and she has long layers in her hair, and her hair is all the same color.
Kacey doesn't have a style. It's a bit of a darker style with quite a bit dark pieces in her wardrobe but, also slightly hipster. She doesn't like fringe, but she likes classic rock band t-shirts, though. Kacey also likes to pair those things with various pairs of shorts. She's also slightly chic. So, yes, her style is more hipster-grunge-classic-chic. It's a weird style, but it's her own.
Personality:
Kacey's kind of quiet around camp, slightly afraid to be outgoing around the other kids. She's a bit afraid of what they'll think of her. Kacey tries to keep to herself most of the time, avoiding the other demigods from other cabins. The other kids seem to think that she's condescending when in reality, she's just shy. She doesn't like to talk to the other demigods in her classes, unless they're her siblings or something. Kacey really doesn't like a lot of the other demigods at all, for some reason. So, really, Kacey's condescending without meaning to be. When Kacey's around her fellow , her true personality comes out.
Kacey's true personality is loud, fun, and overall pretty hysterical. She's funny in a sarcastic, slightly dark way, though. When Kacey's with other people, she tends to shut down and do what she's told and that's it, but when she's around the ones that she loves, she's very vocal and open with them. Kacey's very big on personal loyalty and family.
Kacey's very devoted to the things she does and she's very determined. When Kacey was in her seventh grade year, she tried out for her school's soccer team. Though she didn't make it, she was persistent with the coaches until they let her try out again, this time astounding them with her talents. However it's hard to get Kacey motivated sometimes. But with a little bit of rewarding, she'll do almost anything.
Kacey's the type of girl to always accept authority and the law. She doesn't like to break rules unless she has to.
Likes:
-Witchcraft books.
-Candles.
-Incense.
Dislikes:
-Loud noises.
-Wars.
-Hippies.
-Blood.
-The Salem Witch Trials.
-People who aren't tolerant.
-Birds.
Fatal Flaw:
[color=white]Trust. Kacey lacks trust in others because of what happened when she was younger.
Pets:
Kacey has a small, orange she-cat that has adopted her. Kacey calls the cat Root. She's not sure why she calls her that, but it was just the first thing that came to mind when naming the cat.
Talents:
Curses - She's not very good at cursing, but she can curse better than she can jinx or cast spells. Usually these curses are nothing major, they're usually just simple curses such as a scratch or an itching curse or something along those lines. She doesn't really spend much time practicing so when she performs curses more than a few times in a row, she becomes dizzy and needs to sit down or she'll pass out on the spot.
Necromancy: Necromancy is her favorite power and the one that excels the greatest at. She's often raising dead cats to do her bidding. She's become very good at raising dead things. Though, she's never raised a human before. She believes that humans died for a reason and that they should stay dead for a while. She says she's building her powers up to raising her dead grandmother. But she's just joking. Her necromancer powers used to take a buttload out of her, but now they only make her need a powernap.
Aura Reading: Often an aura is a type of magic that floats around a demigod, whether it be weather magic, death magic, sea magic, lunar magic, solar magic, or even fire magic, Kacey can sense it. It's not an actual sense, it's more of a smell. While each type of magic has its own particular smell, it's a mixture of different things. Say for Death Magic, it's a mixture of dark things such as death, age, darkness and such. She's always been able to smell the different types of magic.
Seeing the Dead: While she doesn't actually see dead people -- har, har reference to the Sixth Sense -- she merely sees ghosts all the time. Just the spirits. Not the actual bodies. It's not something that every demigod can pick up on. Only children of Hecate see ghosts. It's just something that happens. It's not like it's a special power that takes her physical energy away, nor does she have to exert energy. It's just something that happens. She's not particularly bothered by ghosts, though, because usually they're quite peaceful in nature and don't bother anyone.
Weapons:
Kacey has an ash wand with a magical core of something. She can't figure out what's inside of it, but it was given to her as a gift from a boyfriend she used to have. They dated when they were fourteen and they were pretty sure that they were in love. But, he died in a manti-core attack and Kacey was broken-hearted. She's used the wand ever since. She mostly uses the wand to channel energy into it to form spells.
Year-Round or Summer:
Summer.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Sat Feb 18, 2012 9:23 pm

Abby Zelda Kovac

Age/Birthday:
Abby was born on September 17th, 1994, making her seventeen and a Virgo.
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Poseidon, kind of the seas.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Priscilla Mathews; biological mother: Priscilla is the kind of woman that absolutely ignored her daughter and every other responsibility. Priscilla was an exotic dancer for a strip bar when she got the crap beat out of her once and she ended up in the streets of Virginia beach. Priscilla, drunken and high on drugs, wandered to the beach, falling into the sand and falling asleep. When she woke up, she was napping on a silk, blue bed in an apartment looking over the ocean on the strip. She wandered around the apartment wearing a man's shirt and found herself in the presence of the ocean god. Priscilla quickly fell in love with him, finding his easy-going and careless attitude lovely qualities. Of course, when she wound up pregnant, two months later, Poseidon quickly bailed, leaving the homeless stripper to fend for herself with a child of the ocean.
Maysie Kovac; Mother: Abby considers Maysie to be her real mother because even though Priscilla gave birth to her, she never really attempted to get in touch with her daughter until she was old enough to have money. Maysie is a kind, sweet, quiet woman who grew up in Virginia beach just a few miles west of the beach. She'd always go there with her friends and family and when she was old enough, she bought a house near there. When Maysie was twenty-four, she found Abby in a basket on her porch one Thursday morning. It was raining and the baby was hardly wrapped in any blankets. Maysie took the child into her home, calling all the police stations and checking to see if there was a missing child report.
Years in Camp:
Abby's been in camp since she was thirteen. So five years.
Brief History:
Abby was born and raised in Virginia beach, a few miles off the coast. Though her biological mother gave her up when she was just a few days old, Abby's never felt the urge to go and learn about her at all. Abby's adoptive mother was perfectly fine just the way she was. The different thing about Abby's adoptive mother was that she was a lesbian and lived alone with a dog. So, when Abby asked her mother about a father, her mother would only shrug and smile. When Abby was two years old, her mother met a woman and they instantly fell in love. A few months lately, they were married on the beach. Abby never felt any kind of resentment towards her mothers, though. She always loved her mothers no matter what.
Abby was a very quiet, easy going child. She loved to play on the beach with her mothers and just nap in the sunshine and sand. She'd often end up with her skin burned from all the time she spent in the sun. As Abby began to get up to the age of five, her adoptive mother, Maysie, began to notice some changes in her daughter. Abby began to become more and more drawn to the sea, often begging to go the beach everyday at the crack of dawn and litearally spending every moment in the water. She knew her daughter was a strong swimmer and all, but along with Nina--her wife--she was worried that Abby would drown.
Though, when Abby entered kindergarten for the first time, all of that seemed to change.
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Physical Appearance:
Abby stands at five foot five inches with a slightly petite, feminine frame. Abby has light, brown wavy hair that falls just a little bit past her shoulders. She often has her long bangs pinned straight back against her head, as they get in her eyes too much. Abby's skin color is a fair color with various sprinkles of freckles on back and arms. Not too many, though. Abby's face shape is a pretty heart shape with lovely arched eyebrows and a cute button nose. She has a scar under her right eye marring her otherwise beautiful complexion. She also has an acne scar up on her forehead. She has soft green-blue eyes with a blue rim around the edge and as you get closer to her pupil, they become a soft, turquoise green. Abby has long, brown eyeslashes that are usually coated in a light layer of mascara and her lids often have some shade of color on them.
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Personality:
Abby is one of those people that's always curled up with a book or a movie. Though she's not introverted, she likes to spend a fair amount of time on her own. She does enjoy the company of humans, but she more or less falls under both categories of socialness. It's not that she can't socialize, either, it just that she lacks the drive to partake in such activities. Abby's that one girl who's just generally quiet and doesn't speak up. She prefers to sit back and watch everything go down rather than partake in the action. She's very reserved with herself and the way she carries herself. Most of the time that that's what Ab does. She keeps to herself and doesn't bother anyone else, although, if Abby is provoked, she prefers to solve things rationally than with violence.
As stated above, she prefers to talk things out, solving problems with words rather than fists. Abby doesn't do well with confrontations at all. In fact, she avoids them at all costs, choosing to generally stay aware from the Ares cabin. However, when she is in that position where violence is the only answer, she will--grudgingly--fight. Of course, Abby usually loses these fights and ends up thrown back on her ass. This is part of the reason why she doesn't like to fight. Because she knows she'll get her ass kicked and because she finds fighting to be rather dumb. Abby is also the type of person who backs down very easily from a challenge, having no pride issues whatsoever. If she doesn't see something fit and perfect, then she won't do it.
Abby is a bit of a perfectionists and a neat-freak, not really knowing quite how to have fun. Most people mistake Abby for a child of Athena because of her hair color and her attitude but she's really a daughter of the Sea God. Abby likes everything to be one certain way and she becomes slightly neurotic when it isn't done the correct way. She's also easily disappointed in herself when she makes a mistake and she easily freaks out about the things she does. She also is the type to overthink things quite frequently, leading her to second guess herself very often.
While Abby second guesses herself, she somehow still has an air of confidence around her. Also, Abby manages to be able to act cool and confident through situations--an excellent leadership quality. She doesn't freak out when something bad happens, instead, she calmly walks herself through her options and does what she's thinks is right. Though, she can be a little bit hesitant when it comes making the final blow. That's her fatal flaw, too. She's very hesitant about making the final blow or the killing strike. She hesitates at the finish line and rethinks her moves, causing her to lose the race.
All weirdness aside, Abby's a great friend. Or so most people find. She's a very excellent listener and she's the type of person who won't judge you no matter what you do or so. Growing up with two lesbian mothers makes her able to listen to almost anything you tell her. Not to mention, Abby loves listening to problems. She's even considered a career in it. While she loves listening to others' problems, she's not that great at giving advice. She's kind of one-sided like that. She tells you what she'd do instead of what thinks you should do.
Though she isn't the most daring or the most impulsive or even cunning, Abby's a lot smarter than she looks. She comes off as a quiet, kind, sensitive, almost ditzy girl. But in truth, Abby can be just as deceiving and evil as any other demigod. In fact, she almost carries herself with an air of arrogance slight condescension.
All negative traits aside, Abby's a girly girl. She loves the color pink and doing her nails and playing with makeup and all those types of things.
Fatal Flaw:
She hesitates to make the final blow. Her hesitation.
Pets:
Abby has a small, tiny gray furred cat with sky blue eyes. The cat's fur almost looks blue, though, so as a child Abby named her Blue.
Talents:
Hydrokinesis: She has the ability to move and manipulate water and water based things with just the flick of her hand. As an eighteen year old, Abby's almost got this mastered. Kudos to her.
Weapons:
Abby defends herself with a simple, Celestial Bronze sword. It's nothing too fancy, as she doesn't use it that often but it has a white leather piece wrapped around the hilt giving it a softer, more delicate look to it.
Year-Round or Summer:
Year-round.
Other:
None.

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inactive characters.

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Roxanne Marie Michaels

age:

gender

years in camp:

god parent:

mortal parent:

brief history:

phsyical appearance:

personality:

pets:

weapons:

talents:

Roxanne controls weather almost expertly. (she's trained for twelve years, people)
She can heal with electricity
She can wind electricity through a crossbow, making the arrow electrified and like a taser.
She can form ball lightning. It's very hard to do so, so this tires her out a lot. She's still practicing.
She can make small clouds about the size of a pillow
She levitate off the ground for barely a few minutes. But it tires her out so much that she usually has to take a nap.

other:

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d a n i e l ● c h r i s t i a n ● k l e i n
apollo; god of music, healing, plague, prophecies, poetry, and archery. also associated with truth and light. descended from Orpheus.

g e n d e r: ---> Male.

a g e/ b i r t h d a y: ---> May 3rd, 1995.

g o d ● p a r e n t: ---> His god parent is Apollo.

c l a i m e d: ---> He is not claimed. But, he knows his father is Apollo due to his abilities.

y e a r s ● a t ● c a m p: ---> Daniel had been at camp for a good three years.

m o r t a l ● f a m i l y: --->

Mother: His mother is Hanne Klein. She's a music theory teacher at St. Tabitha's School for the Arts. Ms. Klein speaks with a heavy German accent and was a very free, fun-loving spirit until Apollo left her. Ms. Klein is the granddaughter of Orpheus, the famous musician of the ancient Greeks, and her father is the son of Orpheus. Ms. Klein fell in love with Apollo at Julliard, where she went to school at to study music theory. Apollo admired Hanne's talents and loved her German accent and they had a fling and Hanne became pregnant at the end of her last year there. When Daniel was born, her grades had dropped a little but, she still graduated. However, Apollo wasn't even at her graduation.

brief history: ---> Daniel Anthony Klein has quite the story. He was born New York, in Manhattan from a woman named Hanne Klein. But, that's not the interesting part. He is descended from Orpheus, the greatest Greek musician who ever lived. Hanne's mother is the granddaughter of Orpheus and her father was the son of Orpheus.
Orpheus had just come out of the Underworld after trying to retrieve his wife. However he had looked back and was not allowed to have her back. When Orpheus was sitting in the meadow, sulking and dying, he met a woman whom he had a brief fling with to make himself feel better. The woman had a baby boy and the boy grew up into a young man about the age of sixteen who had amazing musical abilities. But, these abilities were wasted when he was caught in the Lair of the Lotus Eaters. He was stuck there for thousands of years, eventually wandering out one day and meeting a woman who showed him the ways of the new world. They had a baby together, Hanne. To escape the western world, they moved to a small town in Germany and raised their daughter. She went to a prestigious music school in Germany and studied for a while before she decided to move to America.
After she moved from Germany to America, she studied music at Juilliard. That's where she met Apollo. [see above for the Apollo story]
Daniel was a music prodigy at his St. Tabby's. He was the best violinist, harpest, and cellist, and pianist that they had ever seen. They sent Daniel around the country touring on his violin at the age of 8. He was a prodigy.
Daniel's music was so good, even birds seemed to stop singing to hear it. By the time he was ten he had mastered the piano and put all his effort into it. The violin was what really made the birds stop singing, though. Even though he was only ten, he had the talent of some of the best composers. By the time Daniel was eleven, the monsters were just rolling in. Daniel was well known and so monsters knew about him. Finally a few weeks before his birthday, Hanne gave him an early gift. She knew about Apollo but, she was going to tell him on his twelfth birthday. And give him his first weapon. Hanne knew she couldn't wait any longer, so that night after the monster incident she sat Daniel down at the table and explaining to him what was going on.
"This is great!" he had exclaimed. Being half-god was going to be amazing. Until his mother told him he had to leave home. That's when the doorbell rang. His mother got up to get it and brought back a furry goat boy. The goat's name was Ron. Ron told Daniel that being a half-blood meant danger and other things. Daniel didn't believe him.

"I don't believe you. Why would the 'gods' make being a half-blood dangerous?"

"Daniel listen to me. The monster attacks are going to get worse now that you know who you are."

"What do you mean they'll get worse?"

"They're only going to get worse if you don't pack a few bags and come with me. They'll start happening everyday if you don't come with me."

"Alright...where are we going?"

"Camp Half-Blood."

p h y s i c a l ● a p p e a r a n c e: ---> Before Daniel came to camp three years ago, he was small, short, and very thin. Now Daniel's hit puberty and he's a very handsome boy.
He stands at about five foot eleven inches, which is a good height for a guy. He's not extremely muscular but, he has the muscle basics down. These muscles aren't all that defined and makes Daniel look kind of lanky. Daniel has no scars on his body because of the pure fact that he's lived a sheltered life and had problems as he came into camp.
Daniel's skin is a tan tone. It's not very tan due to the fact that Daniel never spends time out in the sun unlike his brothers and sisters.
Daniel has brownish-blonde hair that he keeps kind of long but more on the short side. He's never really payed much attention to his hair. It falls down to his eyebrows, but it doesn't cover them. He has a colic in the back of his hair making his hair curl upwards in the back.
Daniel's eyebrows are a bit bushy and thick. They're thick, that's for sure. Underneath the bushes, are a set of very pretty hazel green eyes. His eyes are framed by a set of thick, dark eyelashes.
Daniel's style is like any other boy with a little bit of money. He wears hoodies, jeans and usually a Camp shirt. He could care less about style.

p e r s o n a l i t y: ---> Most of the time, Daniel's very friendly and helpful. He's extremely devoted and once he gets set on a project or something, he'll finish it. Daniel's very devoted to his friends as well. Most of the time, he puts them before himself.
Before Daniel came to camp he was rude, arrogant, and pessimistic. Now that he's had experience at camp and knows what the world's like, he's changed a whole lot. He used to bet the complete opposite of who he is now.
Being the friendly guy he is now, he's still a little bit sarcastic and rebellious at times. Daniel is rebellious towards adults and doesn't always show them respect unless they've earned it towards him. He doesn't have an real enemies except those in Kronos's army.
Daniel's very loyal and stick-with-it to his friends. That's his fatal flaw. Loyalty.

f a t a l ● f l a w: ---> Loyalty.

p e t s: ---> Daniel has a small chocolate lab puppy named Arthur. Daniel named him after King Arthur because he thought it was suiting for a chocolate lab. Daniel calls him Artie for short.

Artie:

t a l e n t s: --->

Like most children of Apollo, Daniel can sing and play most instruments. He plays all string instruments well, though.
Daniel is very talented in archery.
Daniel is good healer, and has basic first aid training.

w e a p o n s: ---> Daniel has two different bows and quivers. Daniel has a training bow and a battle bow. None of his bows are compound. The first bow is his training bow. It's a white color and it's made from strong, bendy wood. He uses it strictly for practice and whatnot. The quiver is the same way.
The second bow is the battle bow. Daniel uses this one only for battle. He's won many battles with this bow. Daniel had the idea a while ago to dip the tips of the arrows into the different poisons. Some of the arrows in his quiver are tipped with numbing poison, some are burning, but none are lethal.

y e a r - r o u n d e r ● o r ● s u m m e r - r o u n d e r: ---> Usually Daniel stays all year. He goes home on the holidays to visit his mother.

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C O L T O N | K Y L E | W I N T E R S

Gender:
Male

Age:
15

Description:
The boy takes after his father with his medium-length, dark, brown hair. Unlike most boys his age, he prefers to keep it clean and short wearing no product in it. He’s often found running his hand through it as a nervous habit. He has light, gentle blue eyes that sparkle when he’s happy. Colton stands at about six foot two, towering over most girls at camp. His height usually disadvantages him, though. He’s very clumsy, given he plays hockey. He’s built atheletically and looks it. He has a very strong bone structure in his face, making him look older than seventeen. Generally he dresses like a normal teenaged boy. Plain t-shirts, ball caps, dark Levi jeans and Nikes.

God and mortal parent:
His mother is Eucleia, goddess of good repute and glory. His father was Allan Winters. But Allan died at the young age of thirty-four. Colton was only ten.

Personality:
He is very sweet and gentle. Colton has a very good-natured attitude. He’s very carefree and doesn’t like to like to do what he’s told. He doesn’t like orders and cannot sit still. Which is partly why he joined a hockey team. Colton loves animals and would never hurt a living thing, which is a trait he got from his father, who’s own father was a veterinarian. Colton practically lives by the saying, ‘Only the dead or a fool is fearless.’ Colton is not dead, nor a fool. But he fears no one. Only a thing: darkness. Colton is terrified of the dark. That, and butterflies. Something in Colton’s childhood caused him to hate the dark. He could never remember what it was until a few years ago. A therapist told Colton that Colton, himself, had repressed a memory because it was so traumatic. Now that he had realized his fear, he does much better with the dark. Not completely head over heels cured, but better. In general, Colton doesn’t like violence. Unless it’s on the ice. Then it’s ok in his mind. Which is a bit odd. Colton prefers laughy, positive jokes over sarcastic ones, and isn’t sarcastic very often. Colton will do anything to protect a friend, or anything to help a friend, which is his fatal flaw.

Powers**:
Aside from his good-natured attitude in the sports world, he has no powers.

Flaws***:
-His fear of the dark
-His loyalty to his friends

Pets:
He has a Golden Retriever named Rocky.

Weapon****:
He has a simple CB sword with no name.

Talents/Skills:
-Hockey
-Cooking
-Ice Skating

Biography*:
He grew up in the heart of Tornado Alley, in a little unknown town. Colton was an extremely happy child, exuberant. That is, until the repressed memory happened. Colton prefers to not think about it, but sometimes it pops up in his mind every so often.
It was a dark, windy night. There was a storm blowing something fierce outside. Eight-year-old Colton was sleeping in his room when the storm ripped through his hometown. First he heard the sirens. Then he saw the red flashing alarms illuminating his windows. Suddenly the glass blew inward and rain and debris flew in. Colton screamed as the power went out and his fire-fighter night-lite went out. Complete darkness surrounded him. Colton screamed still, but the wind drowned out his voice.
Crawling under his covers, he peeked out the window with the glass still intact. It was too dark and windy to see anything, but a lightning strike hit the ground in the field and the whole sky lit up. A black, funnel shaped cloud tore up the Venerelli’s field. Colton’s blue eyes went wide. Suddenly his door was kicked open. Colton’s father stood there, his eyes wide and his hair messed up. “Colton, buddy, come on! We gotta go!” Colton’s father picked Colton up in the complete darkness and Colton screamed as he grabbed Blue. Blue was his old stuffed dog. Rocky, who was a young puppy at the time, bounded down the hallway and out the door. Colton’s father ran with him out the door. Their neighbors were all heading to the storm cellars as they screamed. Children cried out. The wind screamed. Dogs howled. Cats hissed. Car alarms went off. All in the complete darkness. Colton’s eyes were squeezed shut as he and his father bounced along. He couldn’t see anything, but he had other senses. Soon he and his father and dog were all in the storm cellar with the Venerelli’s. The Venerelli’s looked just as scared as Colton’s dad.
“Allan, I can’t believe this!” Mrs. Venerelli cried to Colton’s dad, Allan. Allan nodded solemnly. The youngest Venerelli daughter looked at Colton and tried to smile. She was his age with curly dark hair and big green eyes. At that point, Colton broke down crying.
After that little incident, Colton’s dad became very sick with cancer, throat cancer of some form. Colton stayed with the Venerelli’s. His dad died when he was only ten. After the funeral Colton began to live with them as well, coming to know them as a family. The only real family he had left was Blue, and Rocky. Colton tried to keep up in school only to manage a C average. He tried so hard. It was just too difficult for him. He was a chubby child, getting made fun of for his weight. Although, there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Except join a sport, which was precisely what he did. He joined hockey and started lifting weights. He became more built and his anger at his mother for leaving began to disintegrate. He was soon a happy guy again, at the age of fourteen. He was much more handsome as he begun to take after the looks of his father. He started dating the youngest Venerelli daughter, Maggie. Soon Colton was alerted that he was a demigod and that he needed to be escorted to camp. He wasn’t reluctant to come. He wanted to see what it was about.

Notes:
Yesh. This character was made for Destiny Skys. BACK OFF, LADIES.

Luke Daniel Fraey [/center]
"I'm usually very good natured.. try me on a day that doesn't end in Y."

Gender: Male.

Age: Seventeen.

Family: While Luke doesn't have godly parents, he has demigod parents. His mother was Carissa Sanders and his father was Richard Fraey. They are both deceased. Luke had no brothers or sisters.

Claimed: Yes. He wasn't claimed at camp, though. He pretends he isn't claimed and he stays in the Hermes cabin.

Years in Camp: This is his first.

Brief History: Luke was born and raised in a tiny town outside of Dallas, Texas. He lived there for nine years very peacefully. He lived in a big, classic, white house on the top of a hill on the edge of the small town. His parents and him always spent their time outside and the only time they spent inside was to cook, eat, and sleep.
Luke had never been to school because Carissa and Richard were always terrified that he would be discovered and hunted down by monsters. Alas, this didn't work. The monsters seeked them out anyways.
It was a cool, crisp winter day when the monster came. Daniel and his mother were playing soccer in the yard outside when a thorn came out of nowhere and struck Carissa in the back. She was knocked to the ground, pretending to be dead. She told Luke to run into the house and get his daddy. Luke bolted for the house, obeying his mother's orders and found his father and was in the middle of telling him what happened and a second thorn flew through the window and pierced the refrigerator. Richard herded his son into the crawlspace into the floor and the manticore broke down the door just as Richard closed the floorboards. Luke squeezed farther and farther back into the floor as he heard screaming and shouting and slashes. A loud thud sounded and Luke heard the floorboards creaking. Suddenly the boards were peeled open and Luke closed his eyes, waiting for death. But, it was his father using his last breaths of life to save his son.
"Luke, my boy..." he gasped, falling onto the floor, bleeding and bruised.
"Daddy!" Luke cried, rushing towards his father. His father stopped Luke with a still strong hand. "Luke," he sputtered, coughing up blood, "in my closet there's a chest.. in the chest there's weapons... you need to get to Manhattan.. I've called a satyr. He'll escort you to a safe... place. Here's the key.." his father produced a small gold key from his pocket. He handed to his son while Luke stared in horror and shock as his father gasped out his last words. "Luke, your mother and I, we-" a gurgle cut him off and he shuddered and gasped, "love you.." then he died.
Luke stayed with his father all night. In the morning he dragged his mother's cold, lifeless body into the kitchen and lay her next to his father. He washed their faces while sobbing and wiped their cuts down. He thought maybe he could bring them back to life. But that proved wrong.
Within the next few hours, Luke had become an entirely different boy. He took the key and opened the chest of weapons, ambrosia, nectar, and clothes. Luke took everything he could. Though he was only eleven, he was already angry and strong. He took knives, concealed swords, a bow and arrows, and some of the cake-looking stuff. There was a note on the ziploc bag. "This should last you for five years. Don't eat or drink it unless you're hurt or dying. It's very bad for you unless you're hurt."
Luke took the entire bag. He threw on a black shirt and strapped on a belt concealing the daggers and a pair of black jeans.
Then he left.
As Luke grew older he became more and more like his current self. He seeked out monsters instead of letting them find him. And when they did find him, he made them sorry that they had. He's probably killed more monsters than any demigod should. When Luke was fifteen, he robbed a bank and bought a few guns. In that order. Luke did what he needed for survival. He traveled the country and usually stayed for a few months cleaning whatever town out of monsters. When the monsters stopped appearing he left. He also broke many hearts along the way.
When Luke turned sixteen, his grandparents appeared to him and claimed him. Ares told him that he was needed at Camp Half-Blood. A place for kids like him.
"Kid, they need you there." Ares growled, "you're a killer."
"I'm not a killer. I'm doing the world some justice," Luke snapped impatiently. He picked up one his daggers and knife sharpener.
"Ares, if he doesn't want to go he shouldn't have to," Aphrodite smiled flirtily at Luke and Luke snorted, "Flirting with your grandson, eh? From what I've heard about you, I shouldn't be too surprised." Luke chuckled and Ares' eyes flashed.
"Look, you little brat," Ares raised his hand and Luke raised his knife.
"Go ahead, grandpa, finish that sentence," Luke sneered his name with every ounce of sarcasm he muster.
"That's it, I'm outta here," in a flury of flames and angry rock music, Ares was gone.
"Oh, Luke, why did you do that? He was trying to help you," Aphrodite said softly with a look of care in her eyes for a moment, before disappearing. Something else was there but Luke couldn't place it. "You should love him, he's your grandfather."
"I don't love. To love is to destroy. Look what happened to my parents. I loved them so much I couldn't save them. I don't love." He said without an ounce of sarcasm or impatience. Aphrodite's eyes glinted, "Well, you will. I proclaim it. You'll fall in love with the wrong girl one day. Mark my words, Luke Fraey." And on that ominous note, she was gone in flury of pink and smell of Chanel.
Within the next week, Luke had made it halfway across the country from Chicago to New York and was walking through the streets heavily Misted. That's when he met the satyr, Johnny. Johnny walked him to the Camp where a hellhound was waiting for him. Johnny started panic and told Luke to wait, that he'd call for help. Luke had replied, "No, it's okay, I got this." The hellhound and Luke engaged in a short game of lethal chicken. Which Luke had won quickly. The satyr was amazed. Luke snorted. "Come on." And then they entered camp.
That was a year ago. Within a few weeks, Luke had left. He was bored.

appearance: Luke stands at six foot. Exactly. He is muscled from all the fighting he's done over the years. His arms and legs are long and muscled from the lifting that he does. Though, Luke doesn't believe in mortal exercise, he believes that pure fighting will keep you in shape. His chest is broad and a bit over muscled. He doesn't seem to think so, though. His chest is covered in Greek tattoos and symbols. He also has one long, dark, black tribal tattoo going up his neck curving around the back of his head.
Luke has a very chiseled face with a hard jawline. His chin is squared off and hard looking. All of his features are very masculine. There's absolutely nothing feminine about his face. His eyebrows are naturally on the thinner side. They don't arch and he doesn't look like a damn little elf like a Hermes child. But, rather like an actor. He's been told that he could go into modeling. Well, he is a grandson of Aphrodite.
Regarding Luke's facial hair, he doesn't like to have a beard. He attempts to appear clean-shaven on most occasions. But he occasionally allow his facial hair grow a little bit for a more comforting look.
Luke has very soft hazel, brown eyes. They're more brown than hazel, really. On occasions, in different lighting situations they could look like a deep brown or a light hazel-gold. But most of the time, they're a very light brown, hazel. His eyes are framed by thin brown eyelashes. His eyelashes are nothing special. Really.
Luke either has really long, curly blond hair or short, mussed with hair. It's naturally blonde in color. But, when it's longer it's much more lighter. Although now it's a darker color. Sometimes if it falls below his ears, he'll go to the barbers and point to a picture in a magazine and say, "Hack it off, Bobby," which he believes is a line from a movie, though he may be mistaken. His hair is very soft, and touchable.
Luke wears simple clothing. Usually v-neck t-shirts and some he can move around in comfortably. A simple pair of worn jeans and a pair of shoes. Luke isn't very picky about his shoes, ironically enough. You'd think he'd be picky about his clothes and shoes but he's really not. Though he can't stand that god-awful orange Camp shirt and he refuses to wear it. He said he'd wear it if it were white and tighter with a v-neck and the logo gone.

Personality: Luke is highly arrogant. Being the fighter he is, he's developed a self-confidence that radiates from him. It's also what makes him attractive. He's sarcastic, rude, and blunt. A little judgmental, too. Luke doesn't always mean to be rude, he just is. It's the way he speaks. He can't help being rude. It's just the way he deals. Being extremely sarcastic and witty comes from his intelligence. Although Luke never went to school, he's very smart. He spent his childhood with his nose buried in books. Poetry and fantasy were his favorites.
Luke is rebellious. He rebels against what to do and doesn't follow rules. "Rules are meant to broken," is what he often says. He doesn't give adults respect if they don't deserve it. If an adult is a jerk to him, he'll be a jerk back. He doesn't give respect. You have to earn it in his eyes.
Luke doesn't accept charity. He's much too proud to take anything from anyone else out of pity. Even if it's not out of pity, he doesn't accept it. He's a typical man, always having to do things himself. He oftens says, "If you can't do it right, let me do it. At least it'll get done my way."
But above all this, Luke isn't distance, cold or aloof. He's rather affectionate. It comes from his mother's side of the family, his affection. Luke likes children and small animals and does not eat small woodland creatures for breakfast with a side of bunnies. He actually enjoys the company of people. As long as they don't piss him off.
Most of the time Luke keeps his feelings and himself guarded. He doesn't like to let his guard down. He isn't afraid of getting, he's afraid of loving. "To love is to destroy," is what one of his favorite quotes is. He does not like to open up to people, which is why therapy won't work on him. Though, he doesn't believe in love, he has dated many girls in his time, leaving broken hearts along the way. He feels no regret, though.
Though he's not exactly jolly cheerful or straight up grumpy, he's more neutral. Unlike most humans on this Earth, Luke's a morning person. Which is how he irritates his friends. They'll wake up to find him making coffee and whistling in the kitchen. However, as the day goes on he gets more and more grumpy.
While Luke isn't a jarheaded Marine like the general population of the Ares cabin, or a mindless airhead like the Aphrodite cabin, he prefers to stay in the Hermes cabin and pretend that he's unclaimed. He feels that most of his half-siblings are idiots. So either cabin he picks he's screwed. Luke likes the Hermes cabin because most of the kids in it that are claimed whip-smart and quick and hilarious. Plus, they always something new, fun, and illegal for Luke to play with.
Like most demigods, Luke is determined and devoted to what he does best. Killing monsters. He would never step down from a challenge. Ever. This is how he gets himself in deep crap with mortals, monsters, and gods. He's arrogant. He's only once challenged a God. But, he learned a lesson from that. Never challenge a god with a rifle.
His personality would suggest that Luke is totally unenthusiastic about everything. But that's rather opposite. Luke is very enthusiastic about certain things. And sarcastic at the same time, but nevertheless, he's enthusiastic. Like killing monsters for instance. He loves to take out monsters.
One thing that stands out from Luke above all is his honesty. Luke doesn't lie. At all. The only time he'd ever lie would be in a life or death situation. This is what makes him seem so blunt. Though, he is very up front about it. He doesn't like to beat around the bush, or spout off any preambles. He likes to get right to the point about things. He can't stand it when people beat around the bush. He's impatient, too. Very impatient.

Fatal Flaw: While Luke has many flaws, one stands out above all others. His pride. He is too proud. It will one day get him killed. He can't back down from a challenge. It would break him. And he will never be broken.

Pets: While Luke has never had a pet before, he's always wanted a dog. Lately a small tortoiseshell she-cat has been following him around everyone. Luke's invited her into his cabin, but the cat's been too proud to take shelter. Luke offered the cat shelter one day during a downpour so the cat plopped herself down on Luke's shoe. Refusing to move, the two stood out there all day. They're purr-fect for each other.

Talents: Luke doesn't really have any talents other than his charming personality and good looks.

Weapons: Luke has an astounding number of weapons that he carries around in his car. (His car being a Mustang, that he hotwired and stole) However, I will only name a few of his favorite weapons.

Alala: This dagger is a very simple Celestial bronze dagger. It is named after the Greek spirit of the war cry and because of its name, Luke likes to use it in battle.

Dikaiosyne: Another very simple Celestial bronze dagger. It is named after the Greek spirit of justice and righteousness.

Kratos: This sword is a little more extravagant than his daggers. It has a bit of leather wrapped around the handle of the blade and the blade itself is painted gold. It is named for the spirit of strength, might, power and sovereign rule.

Summer only or Year-round?: Luke comes and goes as he pleases.

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Daniel Christian Klein

g e n d e r: ---> Male.
a g e/ b i r t h d a y: ---> May 3rd, 1995.
g o d ● p a r e n t: ---> His god parent is Apollo.
c l a i m e d: ---> He is not claimed. But, he knows his father is Apollo due to his abilities.
y e a r s ● a t ● c a m p: ---> Daniel had been at camp for a good three years.
m o r t a l ● f a m i l y: --->

Mother: His mother is Hanne Klein. She's a music theory teacher at St. Tabitha's School for the Arts. Ms. Klein speaks with a heavy German accent and was a very free, fun-loving spirit until Apollo left her. Ms. Klein is the granddaughter of Orpheus, the famous musician of the ancient Greeks, and her father is the son of Orpheus. Ms. Klein fell in love with Apollo at Julliard, where she went to school at to study music theory. Apollo admired Hanne's talents and loved her German accent and they had a fling and Hanne became pregnant at the end of her last year there. When Daniel was born, her grades had dropped a little but, she still graduated. However, Apollo wasn't even at her graduation.

brief history: ---> Daniel Anthony Klein has quite the story. He was born New York, in Manhattan from a woman named Hanne Klein. But, that's not the interesting part. He is descended from Orpheus, the greatest Greek musician who ever lived. Hanne's mother is the granddaughter of Orpheus and her father was the son of Orpheus.
Orpheus had just come out of the Underworld after trying to retrieve his wife. However he had looked back and was not allowed to have her back. When Orpheus was sitting in the meadow, sulking and dying, he met a woman whom he had a brief fling with to make himself feel better. The woman had a baby boy and the boy grew up into a young man about the age of sixteen who had amazing musical abilities. But, these abilities were wasted when he was caught in the Lair of the Lotus Eaters. He was stuck there for thousands of years, eventually wandering out one day and meeting a woman who showed him the ways of the new world. They had a baby together, Hanne. To escape the western world, they moved to a small town in Germany and raised their daughter. She went to a prestigious music school in Germany and studied for a while before she decided to move to America.
After she moved from Germany to America, she studied music at Juilliard. That's where she met Apollo. [see above for the Apollo story]
Daniel was a music prodigy at his St. Tabby's. He was the best violinist, harpest, and cellist, and pianist that they had ever seen. They sent Daniel around the country touring on his violin at the age of 8. He was a prodigy.
Daniel's music was so good, even birds seemed to stop singing to hear it. By the time he was ten he had mastered the piano and put all his effort into it. The violin was what really made the birds stop singing, though. Even though he was only ten, he had the talent of some of the best composers. By the time Daniel was eleven, the monsters were just rolling in. Daniel was well known and so monsters knew about him. Finally a few weeks before his birthday, Hanne gave him an early gift. She knew about Apollo but, she was going to tell him on his twelfth birthday. And give him his first weapon. Hanne knew she couldn't wait any longer, so that night after the monster incident she sat Daniel down at the table and explaining to him what was going on.
"This is great!" he had exclaimed. Being half-god was going to be amazing. Until his mother told him he had to leave home. That's when the doorbell rang. His mother got up to get it and brought back a furry goat boy. The goat's name was Ron. Ron told Daniel that being a half-blood meant danger and other things. Daniel didn't believe him.

"I don't believe you. Why would the 'gods' make being a half-blood dangerous?"

"Daniel listen to me. The monster attacks are going to get worse now that you know who you are."

"What do you mean they'll get worse?"

"They're only going to get worse if you don't pack a few bags and come with me. They'll start happening everyday if you don't come with me."

"Alright...where are we going?"

"Camp Half-Blood."

p h y s i c a l ● a p p e a r a n c e: ---> Before Daniel came to camp three years ago, he was small, short, and very thin. Now Daniel's hit puberty and he's a very handsome boy.
He stands at about five foot eleven inches, which is a good height for a guy. He's not extremely muscular but, he has the muscle basics down. These muscles aren't all that defined and makes Daniel look kind of lanky. Daniel has no scars on his body because of the pure fact that he's lived a sheltered life and had problems as he came into camp.
Daniel's skin is a tan tone. It's not very tan due to the fact that Daniel never spends time out in the sun unlike his brothers and sisters.
Daniel has brownish-blonde hair that he keeps kind of long but more on the short side. He's never really payed much attention to his hair. It falls down to his eyebrows, but it doesn't cover them. He has a colic in the back of his hair making his hair curl upwards in the back.
Daniel's eyebrows are a bit bushy and thick. They're thick, that's for sure. Underneath the bushes, are a set of very pretty hazel green eyes. His eyes are framed by a set of thick, dark eyelashes.
Daniel's style is like any other boy with a little bit of money. He wears hoodies, jeans and usually a Camp shirt. He could care less about style.
p e r s o n a l i t y: ---> Most of the time, Daniel's very friendly and helpful. He's extremely devoted and once he gets set on a project or something, he'll finish it. Daniel's very devoted to his friends as well. Most of the time, he puts them before himself.
Before Daniel came to camp he was rude, arrogant, and pessimistic. Now that he's had experience at camp and knows what the world's like, he's changed a whole lot. He used to bet the complete opposite of who he is now.
Being the friendly guy he is now, he's still a little bit sarcastic and rebellious at times. Daniel is rebellious towards adults and doesn't always show them respect unless they've earned it towards him. He doesn't have an real enemies except those in Kronos's army.
Daniel's very loyal and stick-with-it to his friends. That's his fatal flaw. Loyalty.
f a t a l ● f l a w: ---> Loyalty.
p e t s: ---> Daniel has a small chocolate lab puppy named Arthur. Daniel named him after King Arthur because he thought it was suiting for a chocolate lab. Daniel calls him Artie for short.

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t a l e n t s: --->

Like most children of Apollo, Daniel can sing and play most instruments. He plays all string instruments well, though.
Daniel is very talented in archery.
Daniel is good healer, and has basic first aid training.

w e a p o n s: ---> Daniel has two different bows and quivers. Daniel has a training bow and a battle bow. None of his bows are compound. The first bow is his training bow. It's a white color and it's made from strong, bendy wood. He uses it strictly for practice and whatnot. The quiver is the same way.
The second bow is the battle bow. Daniel uses this one only for battle. He's won many battles with this bow. Daniel had the idea a while ago to dip the tips of the arrows into the different poisons. Some of the arrows in his quiver are tipped with numbing poison, some are burning, but none are lethal.
y e a r - r o u n d e r ● o r ● s u m m e r - r o u n d e r: ---> Usually Daniel stays all year. He goes home on the holidays to visit his mother.

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Landon Henry Robinson

Age/Birthday:
18; March 10th, 1994.
Gender:
Male.
God Parent:
Eros; the god of love and sexual intercourse.
Claimed:
Yep.
Mortal Family:
Joanna Robinson; Not much is known about Landon's birth mother except that she's US intelligence and that she gave birth to him. Landon's never even met his mother, except for four months after he was born but that's it. Joanna kept her personal life very seperate from her work life and her intel. life extremely seperate from everything else.
James "Jimmy" Murray; Uncle Jimmy, as Landon calls him. The two are like two peas in a pod, really. They see each other and they greet each other like old friends instead of family. Jimmy was US intelligence back in 80's, but he retired after a mission went wrong and after he met and fell in love with Joanna. He'd always thought Joanna was a beautiful woman and Jimmy planned on asking her out when she came to him and told him that she was pregnant with another man's child. Jimmy was crushed but, he'll always hold a spot in his heart for her and her son, Landon. Jimmy always seems to be tipsy no matter the time of or the place. In fact, Landon can't remember a time when his uncle wasn't drunk.
Years in Camp:
Landon's spent eight summers at Camp Half-blood, since he only goes in the summer. He doesn't feel the need to go in the school year. Mostly because monsters don't bother him too much now that he can defend himself.
Brief History:
Landon was born in the United States but he was sent to live with his mother's best friend, Jimmy, in Ireland. You see, because of his mother's involvement with the CIA and other countries it was in her best interests to keep her son safe so she sent him off to live with his 'uncle'. Jimmy wasn't his actual uncle, but Landon thought of him as that. Landon knew his mother was an important women in the USA but never knew her. Joanna knew him, though. She watched over him carefully and Jimmy was always sending her pictures of her son.
Landon was only four months old when his mother sent him to live with Uncle Jimmy. His mother got maternity leave for a few months and then she had to go back to work. So she called Jimmy and then arranged for her son to be in his care for as long as needed. Jimmy practically raised Landon. That's all of a family that Landon knows, is his uncle. Landon doesn't even remember anything about her. He wishes he did, but instead he got his uncle.
You see, because Uncle Jimmy retired from the CIA and then went back home to where he grew up as a child, his family's fortune was waiting for him in the form of a mansion. Jimmy had descended from a long line of nobles in France but after the French Revolution, they headed over to Ireland, but still maintained their family's money with a wine business. Through the years, Jimmy had learned to make the wine and sell it, too, but he wasn't as interested in that as he was with partying. So Landon grew up as a rich kid and still is.
Uncle Jimmy is a loud, rambunctious, party-man. He was always throwing loud parties at his house, especially on St. Patrick's Day. Landon always loved these parties since he got to invite his friends over and they'd all drink beer together. Yes, they were only only fourteen or fifteen at the time, but Landon didn't care. From all he knew, he was Irish and it was his heritage to drink. Landon's got a lot of drunk stories from what used to happen at his uncle's parties. One time he ended up on the roof of his uncle's house naked with several...erm, diagrams drawn on his body in marker.
When Landon turned sixteen, his uncle figured that it was time to tell him about his actual heritage. So he sat his favorite "nephew" down and handed him a beer and told him the truth. Landon didn't take it lightly. He didn't care for being lied to about his entire life. He didn't like the fact that his father was the god of war and not the god of say... fun and parties. Though, he did enjoy the fact that his mother is a spy. Of course, he wasn't allowed to tell anyone about his mother, but he didn't mind. He just liked knowing that she actually was a spy.
So within a matter of days, Landon packed his things and the both of them caught a flight to New York. Of course, the flight was first-class and Landon nor Jimmy was allowed to drink. Landon because he was underage and Jimmy because he needed to be sober when he dropped Jimmy off, and because he was afraid of getting pulled over in the US.
All was pretty much good as Jimmy dropped off his "nephew" at camp. There weren't any technical difficulties getting him there at all.
Physical Appearance:
Overall, Landon's tall and slightly lanky. He stands at six feet and two inches, being just a little bit over the average height for guys his age. He's got a thin, but toned body shape, his stature not being that intimidating. Without his height, he'd be the type of guy you'd take money from at lunch. But, rather, he's too pretty for that. Landon's arms and legs are the same type as his body: lanky. His arms are long and skinny and his uncle used to say that they were noodle limbs. To make his uncle feel better, and himself, Landon started lifting weights and running miles everyday. He's become a lot more toned that what he used to be like. One thing that strikes people odd about Landon is his shoe size. His feet are rather small, being only a size seven in men's.
Landon's got a relatively heart-shaped face with a chin that's slightly more pointed instead of rounded or squared off like most boys. His chin also sort of juts out just at the tip of it. Most of the features on Landon's face are sharp and sculpted out nicely. Landon's cheekbones are high probably the high-light of face, where all the light hits. While he has high cheekbones, the way his bones are structured in his face, are so that they're lying lower into his skull and so his face becomes rather smooth looking, actually. While Landon sometimes appears with a bit of stubble, most of the time he likes it clean off his face. He doesn't like the feel of being stubbly. Though, sometimes he's just too lazy to shave.
Right in the middle of Landon's face is Landon's thin nose. He's got an aquiline type of nose that goes straight down and he's been told that it symbolizes a good tactician. He's also been told that it's a sexy nose. Right next to his nose on the left side of his face is a beauty mark a little bit low under his left eye. Girls also thinks it's sexy. He doesn't. Now on to his eyes. Landon's eyes are a bit different indeed; he has one green eye and the other is blue. Nobody really notices this at first glance because the colors don't stand out that much because they're both so light, but if you were to look at him instead just glance, you'd find that they're completely different. Landon's blue eye is almost like the sea while his green eye is the color of jade. Framing his eyes are a pair of very long, almost feminine eyelashes. Above Landon's eyes are two dark, and slightly thick, arched eyebrows.
Landon has hair that most girls seem to love. He always keeps it styled one way or another, whether that may be to slick back the front of it, spike it up, or wear the front out. Either way, girls love it. Landon has never not styled his hair, of course, except for when he was a kid, but now that he cares about his appearance, he tries to look nice for everyone. His hair is a light brown color with dashes of red and gold thrown in randomly giving him a high-lighted look but it's all totally natural. While it's very tame and does whatever Landon wants it to do, it's still very thick and doesn't react well to humidity. So when it's hot, he usually stays inside.
Now because Landon's got money coming from his uncle and he's got his own credit cards, he's rich, so he likes to dress nicely. He'll usually wear a button-down shirt and a tie if he feels like it, or just a short-sleeve button down shirt with a pair of black slacks. When he does wear jeans, he usually wears it with a short-sleeve button down shirt or an open button down with a white t-shirt underneath and a hat of some sort. Landon always wears a watch on his wrist. It's usually his Rollex that his uncle purchased for him one Christmas. On his feet he'll usually wear a pair of dress shoes.
Personality:
Landon's the kind of guy that likes to goof around a lot. He likes to tell jokes and he'll get off topic extremely fast if you don't constantly remind him what he's doing. He's a lot of fun to be around and a cool guy to hang out with, but he can often become a black hole of fun. Meaning, you can't always get yourself out of the Landon Hole. Despite the fact that Landon's always joking around, he can be serious when needed and he knows when that is... usually. He's the kind of guy that you want to have around when you're feeling sad or bad about yourself because Landon loves to cheer people up.
Landon's just generally a people person. He's an extrovert and he just to loves to be around people. He doesn't care whether they're smart, dumb, old, young, ugly, pretty, or whatever. He just loves people that much. Landon gets all his energy from just being around others. He's the same around new and strangers as he is around his friends: loud and a bit obnoxious at times, but a real hankering for adventure and just something to do.
While, Landon's the kind of who goofs around and is lively, he's got a slightly darker side. For whatever reason, Landon's come to terms with the fact that he's not good enough. Not good enough for anything and he takes it out on himself. He's very critical of himself and everything that he does. He doesn't let anything that's near failing pass his standards. Landon has very high standards for himself, he sets his goals to be exceptionally high. But he only expects this of himself. Never of others. Landon's what you would call a try-hard, I suppose. When Landon makes a mistake, it is not to be taken lightly by his standards. If anything, he'll rethink it over and over again in his head until he fixes it.
Though Landon is very critical of himself, he's not a perfectionist. Not by far. He's still a sloppy teenage boy, but he just has daddy problems. That's all. Landon's fine with failing at some tasks; it's just others that bug him. If it's extremely important to Landon, he'll make sure that he does a good job at it and blows it away. However, if it's not his, then he really doesn't care.
When Landon makes a mistake, he's often covering it up with a joke or just trying to laugh it off, attempting to pass it off as something he doesn't care about. Landon finds that this joking around method works for a lot of other things, too. If he's nervous, he'll often crack jokes to try and make himself and other people around him feel better.
Unfortunately, another thing that ties in with Landon's personality is his inability to forget about what people are saying about him. He's constantly worried about what people say about him, think about him, perceive him as, and especially what they write about him. He's also a little bit self-centered at times, too and can be slightly attention-whoreish.
Because of Landon's heritage, he's got a certain kind of aura that surrounds him like his own sort of atmosphere. Landon's aura is strong, raw sexual magnetism. Of course he's sexually attractive to girls and 'potential mates' as he likes to say. His father is Eros, the god of sexual intercourse and love, so often Landon can be pretty good at the sweet-talking. But he really doesn't even have to try, girls are just naturally drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Plus... his accent helps.
Fatal Flaw:
Landon's fatal flaw is Hubris or his pride. Another one of his fatal flaws is his impulsiveness.
Pets:
He has none.
Talents:
Charm - This is slightly different than Charms-Speak that a few Aphrodite children, possess. This "Charm" is his natural ability to be charming. It's more like persuasion. There's nothing magical about it, it's just uncanny charm.
Aura - Landon has a very strong aura that causes people to just follow him around. It's been described as a sort of smell, too. Like an expensive perfume that no one's ever smelled that smells like love and wonderful things. It's a very sexual aura, too. It causes a lot of people to "fall in love" with him when they're really just infatuated with him. Nothing more.
Weapons:
Like his father, Landon uses a bow and arrows and he's very good at archery, often being able to hit the same mark each time. For his birthday, his uncle bought him a very expensive bow off of the demigod side of Amazon. The bow contracts into a small beaded bracelet that he wears around with him almost everywhere. When it's in full form, it's a beautiful white oak bow with a light feel to it. It almost looks girly with a few rubies inlayed on the ends of it, though.
Year-Round or Summer:
Summer.

Name:
Taylor Reese McDonald or just simple 'Tay.' She goes by either, really.
Age/Birthday:
Taylor was born on September 13th, 1995 making her sixteen.
Gender:
Female.
God Parent:
Hermes; god of travel, messengers, trade, thievery, cunning wiles, language, writing, diplomacy, athletics, and animal husbandry.
Claimed:
Yes.
Mortal Family:
Mother; Carrie McDonald: Carrie was only sixteen when she got pregnant with Taylor. Only sixteen. She was barely ready for high school let alone having a child. However, Carrie was a trooper and had her baby and continued taking her classes at her school and eventually graduating valedictorian. Taylor's mother was a fighter and a winner and always raised Taylor to fight for what she believed in. Carrie was born and raised a Southern Baptist with a strict set of parents. However, Carrie was a thinker and a doer. She didn't believe in the Baptist ways and ran away when she was fifteen. Carrie lived in a friend's basement for about a year until she met Hermes. Carrie couldn't see through the Mist, but she sure was in love with Hermes. Hermes took the younger girl in, letting her live with him and he kept her sheltered all through high school. The two fell in love during Carrie's freshman year and ended up sleeping together one night. Hermes hasn't stopped loving Carrie since. Even though, at the time, Hermes appeared as a twenty-five year old man to Carrie, she didn't really care. After Taylor was born, Hermes stayed until the end of high school, which was for another two years. Taylor has a faint recollection of her father, but not too much of a memory. There was always photographs laying around the apartment, though.
Years in Camp:
Taylor's been in camp since she was thirteen, so about three years now.
Brief History:
Taylor was born and raised in a small town just outside of Atlanta, Georgia. The town was very religious and often shunned the non-religious families. Well, Taylor's mother was an English teacher who also believed in Greek mythology. While she taught grammar and puntuation at the high school, she also taught a few mythology classes. Carrie would always bring her daughter into her mythology classes when Taylor was still a young girl. About the age of five, Taylor started school down in the elementary. She had skipped preschool, just going straight to kindergarten. She was a very bright girl, with a very vocal attitude. A few months into her kindergarten year, she was suspended for hitting another child. Taylor claimed that the other girl had melted her toys, but no one believed her except for her mother. Carrie worried that the monsters were already beginning to attack.
As Taylor got older, the stories about the monsters attacking her just began to get worse and worse until the point that Taylor couldn't take it any longer and just withdrew from school altogether. Her classmates would tease her and bully her about the "monsters". They'd even occasionally physically abuse her by throwing rocks or sometimes punches. It got so bad that by the time Taylor was in the sixth grade, she'd been cutting her wrists and hips. Mostly her hips, though, to avoid questions from her mother. When Taylor's sixth grade year ended, her mother decided to move to New York. In the summer before the seventh grade, Taylor began living on Long Island, only a few miles away from Camp. Her mother had done this on purpose, too, but Taylor had no idea. When Taylor turned thirteen in September, she began to make new friends at her new school. The kids there were nicer. She even picked up a few hobbies and learned to skate.
Once Taylor learned to skate, she knew with all her heart that it's all she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Once she picked up her first skateboard, she became happier. The cutting, though, was still a problem. It was like an addiction. She just couldn't stop. In the winter of seventh grade, Taylor was attacked by a dracnae in the form of a teacher. It was in the middle of class, too. The teacher, Mrs. Youngblood, dragged her out into the middle of the hallway to yell at her, when suddenly she morphed into a hideous beast and Taylor freaked out. The dracnae got a scratch at Taylor, on her collarbone and Taylor took off down the hallway, grabbing her bag and board out of her locker and skating out of school. She had to weave through traffic to avoid her old teacher, but eventually she made it home. Carried realized that it was time and told her daughter everything. Taylor wasn't particularly surprised, let alone upset.
As Carrie and Taylor packed her things, they just talked about her father. Taylor asked what seemed like thousands of questions, and Carried answered all of them, handing her daughter a packet of pictures. Taylor cried while looking through them and the mother daughter pair had an emotional moment, until a hellhound broke into their house, almost killing them. But Carrie stabbed it with a celestial bronze dagger she kept hidden in a loose floorboard in Taylor's room. Taylor only looked at her mother, flabbergasted. Carried shrugged and the two raced downstairs, climbing into her mother's pontiac and taking off.
While Taylor was in camp for her first two and a half years, everything was great. She was popular, she made tons of friends and she learned how to fight, finding Camp to be a great new home. Of course, she even met a boy, Ollie. Ollie was a son of Zeus and Taylor fell for him hard. When he finally asked her out, Taylor practically squealed with joy. Only, that night she got a phone call from a hospital in Long Island. The woman on the phone said that her mother was pregnant and needed an emergency C-section. Taylor was horrified and shocked; she hadn't even known that Carrie was pregnant. When she got to the hospital, she found her mother to already be in the delivery room. She stayed up all night, pacing in the hospital only to pass out on the floor waiting. The next day, completely disheveled, Taylor woke up to find a nurse poking her abodomen.
Her mother was fine, but would need help with the twins. Completely in shock, Taylor stumbled into the delievery room to find her mother cuddling two, twin girls and a very handsome man leaning against the wall taking a picture with his BlackBerry. Of course, Taylor would out later that it was her father who fathered the twins, but for the next four months, Taylor helped her mother with the twins and she helped raise them. But, recently, a monster attacked and to avoid putting the twins in anymore danger, she took her father's car and left, fleeing to camp. Her father was fine with it; afterall, it was just a Mercedes.
Physical Appearance:
Standing at five foot eight inches, Taylor's on the taller end of the spectrum. She's got these small, soft, feminine shoulders with long, skinny arms and "piano hands". Taylor's always been tall and skinny for her age. People have asked her if she models, but she just smiles and shakes her head. Taylor's only interested in one thing: Skating. The other girls usually only came up to her shoulder. She was the same height, almost, as her father. Taylor finds that she's always being complimented on her long legs, but she doesn't think they're that long. In fact, she finds them just perfect for her. Of course, Taylor's legs are covered in scars and bruises, usually. While her arms and shoulders are slightly boney, Taylor's legs aren't all that bony, in fact they're more muscular than the rest of her body. She figures that this is from the skating and running she does.
On her left arm, at the base of her wrist on the inside, Taylor's got the start of a tattoo sleeve. She's not doing it herself, but she's got an infinity sign right in the middle of her left wrist and then in the background she has the beginning of spiraling snakes crawling up the inside of her arm. Along with the beginning of her sleeve, she's got a few various other tattoos. Taylor has a second infinity sign on the outside of her middle finger on her right hand, and on the back of her neck she has a single, blue triangle. It's not filled in, it's just the outline of a triangle. On her right bicep, she has a small, sideways bow, and then on her left side underneath her breast is a quote in script font. The quote is, 'To infinity and beyond.' From Buzz LightYear.
Taylor's always been the type of girl that doesn't have to wear sunscreen when she goes out. She's always been able to tan fairly easily, just setting foot in the sun and being cooked to a nice golden bronze color. She finds that even buying sunscreen is waste when she can get nice and tan by just being outside. Her mother would tell her that it was because of her Indian heritage. She doesn't doubt what her mother told her at all.
Taylor's face is longer, being on the oval-ish side with a slightly pointed chin and a little star shaped scar on the end from a skating accident. The bones on her face aren't that defined and are more broad than anything. She's never really payed much attention to her bone structure in her face. Across her nose is a sprinkle of freckles. Taylor's nose is a simple little nose, with a bit of a ball at the end. She's been told that it's a cute nose, but she's always hated it. On either side of her nose are deep, mossy green eyes. While they look hazel from far away, if you get close up, they're a dark shade of jade. There isn't a single hint of brown anywhere. Just a solid, dark jade. Framing her eyes are her medium-length, brown eyelashes. Taylor wears a bit of mascara to help lengthen her eyelashes, but usually that's it. She's never worn much makeup.
Taylor's hair is naturally wavy and falls to about her mid-back in gorgeous, auburn waves, almost like Chachi Gonzales' hair. At least, that's who she has been compared to in the past. Her hair has natural highlights of blonde and red thrown in randomly. Taylor hardly ever does much with her hair except leave in natural. She finds that when it's straightened, it becomes heavy and gets in the way. Sometimes she'll braid it and leave it off to the side, dangling down her shoulder.
Taylor's style is very skater chic. She prefers to wear tank tops with shorts or skinny jeans and a pair of hi-top Nikes. Taylor always has about six thousand bracelets around her wrists at all times, usually with the name of bands on them or something.
Personality:
Taylor's relatively quiet, not finding much interest in sitting around and talking. She's the kind of girl who likes to get up and go do things. She can't be sitting around all day inside; she finds that to be horribly boring. Taylor's always been extremely active and she doesn't like to sit around. She absolutely despises being lazy. Taylor doesn't exactly find conversation to be very stimulating, either. In fact, she regularly avoids long talks since they bore her.
Taylor can be quite opinionated and loud when she's trying to get a point across. When she wants to, she can be very sweet and charming to talk you into something for her, but she can be very opinionated and stubborn. Not to mention a little bit hard-headed and unswaying. When someone's trying to voice an opposite opinion, Taylor won't even listen.
While she kind of sucks at listening, she's still a good friend, being very caring and passionate about her friends. She'll do almost anything to help them, too.
Likes:
Skating, iced tea, energy drinks, bracelets, the sun, exercise, joking around, neon colors, hi-tops, Nikes, Blackberries, Sleeping With Sirens, The Wonder Years, and most punk music.
Dislikes:
Being lazy, sleeping, hairspray, and generally most vegetables. However, Taylor does have an odd fear. She's afraid of public water fountains, but not for the reason you think.
Fatal Flaw:
Loyalty to the ones she loves.
Pets:
Taylor has a large, gray tomcat named Hurricane.
Talents:
As the daughter of the god of travel, Taylor has the ability to be run fairly quickly for long distances without stopping, making her perfect for delievering messages to different people.
Also, Taylor has the uncanny ability to pick up on a foreign language rather quickly, her father being the god of language also.
Taylor's also extra stealthy, being able to walk extremely quietly.
Weapons:
Taylor supplies herself with a simple, battle dagger that she uses to defend herself. It's an artifact from ancient times, and it saw quite a bit of battle. The handle of the dagger is gold as well, with a bit of worn leather wrapped around the grip. The blade itself is well polished and oiled with only a few minor scratches and dents. The blade is also reflective; meaning it doubles as a mirror.
Year-Round or Summer:
Mostly summer.
Other:
None.

Wesley Ryan O'Neil

Age/Birthday:
Wesley's about 21 years of age, born April 9th.

Gender:
Male.

God Parent:
Euterpe.

Claimed:
Yes.

Mortal Family:
Father: George Michael O'Neil "Stone" - George was raised in London, England in an orphanage. He bounced back and forth between families until he was sixteen. On his seventeenth birthday he ran away and started singing in the streets for money and food to survive on. When he woke up that fateful day and started his journey out to a heavy intersection, little did he know that that very day he would be discovered. And that’s exactly what happened. A talent agent just happened to be on his lunch break when he noticed the singing teen on the corner and that’s when it all changed for George. George became Stone and a huge star, quickly gaining status in the music industry as a talented musician. He also gained attention in the mortal world… by a Muse herself. Euterpe. At the time, Euterpe was going by her stage name, Rosanna Henrie. Euterpe was a huge success in the business and music industry and quickly fell in love with Stone. But, like most immortal loves, it was a quick romance only lasting two years. And in those two years, she gave birth to two sons for Stone. Wesley and Nathaniel. Wesley was first and Nathaniel coming in at second. After Euterpe left Stone, Stone took to the bottle and drank heavily for the rest of his sons’ lives. And that’s all they knew him as. A drinker and a party-hard rockstar. Wes and Nate were raised by nannies instead of their father, but quickly discovered their musical talents because of the music equipment in their father’s house. They began recording their own songs at an early age and letting the nannies listen to their songs.

Years in Camp:
Wesley's been in camp since he was fifteen. But when he was nineteen, Wesley was married.

Brief History: Wesley was raised by nannies and hardly knew his father. He grew up in London, England in a large mansion with tall fences around it. He grew up being extremely close with his brother, Nathaniel. Nate's exactly a year younger than Wesley and just about the exact opposite of him. The two were extremely close growing up. Growing up, Stone had never allowed Wesley to go to a public school for fear that his son would be attacked for being related to the famous rockstar so Wesley was homeschooled until grade nine. When he hit grade nine, monsters began attacking the mansion, sneaking in as butlers and fake cleaning women when they really weren't. Stone began to become increasingly annoyed with the monster attacks. Though Stone couldn't see through the Mist and nor did he know that the woman he slept with a few times happened to be a Muse. He just figured that his sons were bad kids. So he shipped them off to an expensive boarding school.
At the boarding school stuff happened and people died and fires raged and then more stuff happened and they somehow caught a plane to America where they ran away to CHB. Nay didn't make it, though.
Physical Appearance:
Golden red hair thats cut to today's style (over the eye brows and flips adorably), blue eyes that appear to chips of blue white ice, high cheekbones with a heart shaped face and a crooked smile that drives girls to insanity to match the high cheekbones. He speaks with a British accent that most girls like.
Personality:
Loves to listen to music, and write it, very likable personality, sweet, sorta shy at first, he has a personality that most girls adore, in fact they follow him around like hungry puppies most of the time, can be a bit critical, doesn't like sticky situations. Wesley's also very timid and shy, being afraid of his wife and son and basically everything around him. While he's lacking the confidence for most day to day activities, he's got plenty of confidence to put out singles on the radio. He's probably the opposite of cocky, actually.
Wesley's very accepting of other people and is very non-judgemental. He's also very quiet around people, and he prefers to not start the conversation. He finds it easier if someone starts the conversation for him. It's easy to assume that Wesley's anti-social when in fact he actually kind of is. He's afraid of people, actually.
Fatal Flaw:
Pride. Of all things, he's very proud of what he does and the things he loves.
Pets:
None.
Talents:
Also none. He's a talentless loser.
Weapons:
Wesley doesn't fight off monsters. He's old and married. He doesn't need to. But he does keep a simple sword just in case.
Year-Round or Summer:
Irrelevant to Wesley.
Other:
Wesley was brought back for a plot with Angel. I literally made this guy about two years ago, yo~ about this time, actually.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Sun Feb 19, 2012 9:12 pm

I love him. I love Ethan!

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Sun Feb 19, 2012 11:33 pm

Thank you. *eyebrow waggle*

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Tue Feb 28, 2012 5:14 pm

Ruth Mary Valentine,
daughter of Aphrodite

is now finished.

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Tue Feb 28, 2012 9:37 pm

They all look amazing Emily :D

*btw, you have thunder in your siggy after Zeus twice*

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Wed Feb 29, 2012 9:33 am

Thank you.

I KNOW. I WAS TRYING TO MAKE A POINT D:

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:06 am

I replied to you btw, on both threads ;)

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:25 am

We have two threads? The Beach, and Mt. Olympus? RIght?

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Sun Mar 04, 2012 1:26 am

Phyllis Patricia Harris
daughter of Dionysus

is finished. :D

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Tue Mar 13, 2012 8:40 pm

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Cassiopeia "Cassie" Rush

"Cowards die many times before their deaths."

was added. also, daniel klein has been moved to the inactive spoiler. Sorry. :P

Subject: Re: hip thrust. Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:05 pm

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Subject: Re: hip thrust. Tue Mar 13, 2012 9:11 pm

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Subject: Re: hip thrust. Sat Mar 17, 2012 4:02 pm

If Phyllis was born in 1952, she'd be 59. Not 52.