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Name: Chloe Anderson Age: 18
Godly Parent: Khione
Years at Camp: 8
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys):It is a bow and arrow from her dad http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/...
Appearance: https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/im... She is really pretty, with light silky brown hair, and icy blue eyes.
Personality: She is really sweet, and caring, she often reacts quickly in situations, her behavior depends on her mood.
History: Her dad was a snow plowed, and went he was out on duty, he randomly dissapeared, and the next week, police found him buried in snow, rumors said that he buried himself, but Chloe knew it was Khione, and hated her mother ever since. At camp she was rumored to have a relationship with Luke Castellan, and her siblings thought she was the spy, even though she and Luke had been dating, Luke quickly dumped her, because she won't turn evil. Chloe had thought about turning evil, but she realized that if Luke rally had loved her, he wouldn't be doing this. So she turned down the offer, which made Luke and her sad, and seperate, nobody knew about this except for the people who are really close to her. and important to battle (ex. Chiron). ((I don't know if mine is allowed, if not please tell me so))
Family (Outside the gods): her dad: dead
Crush/Bf/Gf: Luke Castellan: dead
Strongest Skill: freezing stuff.
Weakest Skill: her thought about love.
Other: none
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That's ok. They can be secret twins! Lol!
Name: Tabitha GatheringAge: 13
Godly Parent: Athena
Years at Camp: 2
Preffered Weapon: Sythe
Appearance: ruby red hair, aqua blue eyes, often wears a green greatcoat, pale skin.
Personality: >^..^< shy, better with tactics rather than up front battle. Stands back, but if things start going wrong she will come up with a better plan to fit their current situation. Very reliable.
History and Family: very good student, Irish father that is a teacher, always been a little different. Bullies were not much of a problem, she just ignored them. Owns an Irish Setter named Coyote.
"Just the sight of you intoxicates me."
{First Name} Lana
{Middle Name} Leigh
{Last Name} Piccolo
{Age} Fifteen
{Birthdate} March third
{Godly Parent} Lyssa, goddess of rage, fury, and rabies in animals. Once she was thought to be a daughter of Ares, and was sent to that cabin the first week of camp, but then it became clear when her anger seemed to drive the wildlife mad as well. Ironically so, she is also the great-great-grandchild to Mania, the god of insanity.
{Origin} Greek
{Ethnic History} Coming from a strickly Italian family, all of Lana's ethnic background information comes from Italy and sections of Greece; her family migrated from Thebes to Sicily at the time of the Hellenistic Era, then to America during the time of the potato famine in Ireland.
{Years at Camp} One and a half
{Previous Residence} Chicago, Illinois
{Preferred Weapon} Lana's most deadly weapon is, ironically enough, her feet.
But when the option of using her Mixed Martial Arts skills are diminished, she restorts to using her least favorite form of violence: weaponry. Being a daughter of rage, it's not clear as to why she would insist on using a small Stygian iron dagger that was bought from a second hand shop fort decades earlier. The dagger she uses is only about seven inches in length and isn't very wide; it's blade is only two and a half inches and the hilt being only an inch bigger than that. Engraved in the hilt are rubies shaped like roses -- "Personally, I think they look like blood. I prefer blood." -- with crushed saphire dust speckled all the way to the tip of the blade. It's kept safe in a thigh shealth, which is on Lana's left thigh, and is never removed from her; which is saying something, considering she never uses it.
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{Appearance} http://media-cache-ec7.pinterest.com/...
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- Eye Color: Dark blue, like the rough waves of the ocean. Often though, they change colors to a dark green color.
- Hair Color: Lana's hair is a fairly short cut brown, which naturally stays straight until it reaches the bottom. It's usually calm and never frizzes, but she, like most girls, have those "bad hair days."
- Height: She stands at five feet and six inches, relatively tall for a girl in general.
- Weight: One hundred thirty four pounds
- Distinguishing Marks: Lana has the distinct look of a lunatic in her eyes, which seem to be pleading out to anyone that stares at her long enough. The way she carries herself -- like she's always slugging around -- is the sign of an ex-stoner (long story) that's trying to pick themself back up. She also is one of those bigger girls, so not being extremely small like the other girls there at camp seperates herself away from them; a low metabolism is the result of that.
{Personality}
To be put simply, Lana is insane, like her heritage suggests. She has a tendency to be a bit of a lunatic half the time, especially when she's extremely anxious or nervous, which seems to be often enough. She's easily panicked at times, causing her to go a little physco and start to mumble her pointless physcobabble. Passionate about what she believes in, Lana will fight for she assumes is right and that can make her very blindsided, considering she was never quite open to opinions in the first place. As an easy girl to anger, she appears to be fairly introverted and reserved, but in reality she just doesn't want to get mad and attempt to murder one of her nonexistent friends; let's face it, Lana doesn't have that many friends, let alone anyone that she considers close to her. Like how British people are stereotypically described, she has a dry sense of humor and doesn't find many things that funny, which makes her come off a bit cold toward people; but in actuality, she just doesn't find half the people she talks to humorous. At all. Lana is a fairly hard headed person, but that certainly doesn't effect the way that she works; she sees things out until the very end and is certainly not the procrasinator. Waiting? Yeah, patience was never one of Lana's forte's so you can mark that one out; she is terribly impatient and will get extremely frustrated when she cannot make sense of anything immediately.
Could you have guessed that the daughter of the rage goddess, Lana actually enjoys the peacefulness of playing the flute and the acordian? No? Well, not many people honestly could have guessed it; she tends to keep that little talent to herself and would love for as little people as possible to know about her little ability. It would make her seem weak, she thinks, and she prefers for those around her to think of her as a normal person and not like the little weakling most underestimate her as. She loves the peace the flute brings her, the soothing melody ringing through her ears and letting her muscles relax. But if she doesn't get a song right on the first few trys, Lana will get so angry she'll punch a wall.
Admittedly, Lana is a terrible sport, and is one of the sorest losers you'd ever meet -- besides Nike, of course. She doesn't like to admit defeat and is always packed with adrenaline when the mention of a competition is in the air. But it's especially with baseball is when she gets the most competitive. She loves the feel of a smooth bat in her hand, the ball flying out of her hand when she pitches, the thrill of sliding to the bases; every single part of the game makes her feel absolutely free spirited, a feeling that Lana doesn't get often. "Nothing is better than watching the faces of your components fall when you throw a fast ball. At their face."
Unsuprisingly so, Lana is very easily angered, her temper always a ticking timebomb waiting to explode into a million pieces. She doesn't cooperate well when she's in one of her episodes, so it's best to just stay clear of this maniac; when she's on the rage, she doesn't like to listen to what anyone else says and will hurt anyone that gets in her way. "Unstable" doesn't exactly fit Lana's situation, since she's not exactly under emotional stress, but it's the only word that somewhat describes her problem. But even though she's mad, Lana is very loyal and trusting, willing to keep a secret until the very end -- or until she forgets what the secret was about. She will keep by someone's side until the very end until you end up acting like an a-hole, then she will glady watch you catch fire and roast marshmallows ovr you.
{History}:
If you couldn't tell when you first met her, Lana was born in the rough and tough section of the great city of Chicago. She was raised near what her parents call "Gang Central" and she fit in just as easily as if she was born a gang banger. Being the best MMA girl fighter on her street -- keep in mind, there was like twenty -- Lana had quite the reputation there by the time she had turned nine. She had fallen into the wrong crowd, just as her father did a few months before she was concieved. She had started to experiment with drugs and alchohol, which was admittedly one of the best times of her young life; or so she thought.
And then she fell in love with the great American passtime -- baseball. Lana absolutely loved baseball; she would constantly be at the ball park closest to her house and would spend all afternoon until dark there, just practicing with her best friends Austin, Lane, Ashley, Brant, and Logan. Particularly Logan, since she and him seemed to have the most chemistry; there literally where not enough people in the Central that enjoyed actually playing the sport rather than just watching it. As she grew up like that -- with all the competitiveness -- she also grew more interesting in fighting, so she joined the Mixed Martial Arts program at her local gym and soon became a professional at it; taking out her anger had never been as easy as it was when she was throwing punches at that poor component.
At the age of thirteen, all of her friends had seemingly started to ignore her, with the acception of Logan; he was like her brother, so he couldn't very well ignore her. Besides, they was too tight. During the time in which they had started to become less excited about Lana's existence, she became interested in the art of the flute and accordian, which she had stumbled upon during a walk down one of the city streets. It was quite a memorable day, since it was the first day she had expeirenced that didn't seem like she was a out to explode in anyone's face. She had seen a small band playing outside a shop, one man playing a flute, one with a clarinet, and one with an accordian. She fell in love with the sound of two particular instruments out of the three and, even though she was poor and didn't have much money, she saved up enough to buy a flute and she became a master up until she came to camp, which was one of the most diasterious days she'd ever expierenced.
Lana had been just getting home from a long miserable day at school; the drama of an eight grader never ceases, does it? But after a long eight hours, she had finally gotten home, albeit the greeting was not what she had been expecting. Sitting on her couch was her father -- with his dark brown hair so like hers and the smile lines faded around his mouth -- and a young looking woman with long, curled black hair and dark colbat eyes that held a certain spark in them. The three chated for a while until the woman -- it was Lyssa but she referred to herself as Ms. Mads -- told Lana to go pack her belongings because she was going to a special fighting camp in New York. Without question, Lana hastily packed her baseball bat and ball, her flute, her iPod, and the dagger she had found in her father's room two years before. She got on a plane with Ms. Mads and, within hours, they had parted ways without another word than "Your mother would be absolutely proud of you, Lana Leigh." Lyssa gently touched Lana's face and she jumped out of the car, a bit freaked out by the sudden affection by this strange, unfamilar woman. She soon realized why she was there at the orange t-shirt wearing camp with a climbing wall with lava shooting from it, but she still has never guessed who that woman was with the strange eyes.
{Family Outside the Gods} Lana has her mother Lyssa, her father Seth Piccalo, and her grandparents Lilian and Stanley.
{Crush and/or Boyfriend} At one point, Lana thought her and Logan had something but that was a total bust. So she's tentively open, I suppose you could say.
{Strongest Skills} Fighting hand to hand, playing the flute, baseball or any form of swinging hard objects at circular ones, running, and quick thinking
{Weakest Skills} Baking, hiding, controlling her anger, archery, full on sword fighting, and being honest; lying is almost like a habit, and swimming
{Other}
~ Her favorite color is royal purple.
~ She despises people who act like they're too perfect to fight.
~ Lana is also able to write with both of her hands but was forced to pick which one to write with. She pcked left.
~ She will never admit it, but Lana loves to play soccer too but she almost broke her nose when she was little trying to play so she kind of gave up.
~ One of her main mannerisms is that she has a tendency to pop all her fingers on her left hand simultaniously over and over again when she's anxious.
~ Lana's most favorite song is "Mirror" by Bobby V and Lil Wayne.
~ She can't swim.
Really awesome charries everyone!!!!
Haha, thanks Alex. :3 I had to remove like a bunch from Other because it exceded the world limit.
don't know if u guys seen mine (up) but is my history allowed?
Applejack♡ wrote: "That's already someone else's appearance...sorry."should i change it?
Greta wrote: "don't know if u guys seen mine (up) but is my history allowed?"
I think it's fine, if it becomes an issue later we'll talk but right now I think it's good.
I think it's fine, if it becomes an issue later we'll talk but right now I think it's good.
Shruti this is the first time u didn't use an anime i'm happy for u :)
Nicole di Angelo wrote: "Greta wrote: "don't know if u guys seen mine (up) but is my history allowed?"I think it's fine, if it becomes an issue later we'll talk but right now I think it's good."
sigh in relief
i know!! ((Post something on the quest!!))
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I think the age is ok, we've had younger characters before.
Applejack♡ wrote: "No offense, but nobody who is 4 years old comes to camp."What if she had a GOOD satyr who helped find her at that young age and brought her here
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No need to be approved here(:
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No need to be approved here(:"
Are you kidding? Dang. I've been waiting days. Wait I want to change her name."
XD
Name: Nila Sable DeCes
Age: 16
Godly Parent: Athena
Years at Camp: 4
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): Sword or small dagger
Appearance: (Please include a link or something)
Personality: Shy, serious, but very loyal to her friends. However, she doesn't let go of grudges very easily.
History: Nila's mother died after giving birth to Nila, so for years, she was bounced from foster home to foster home, treated like an outcast, and bullied. One day, she cracked- and also cracked the yard of the foster home in half. Authorities looked for her, the 'maniacal 12-year old who dug a trench in the ground'. Frightened, Nila fled to a hill, where she stumbled upon camp, chased by hellhounds. Camp Half-Blood was her first real home. However, it still took her a long time to make friends, because even at camp, people were still slow to accept her.
Family (Outside the gods): Mother: (deceased) Resa DeCes
Crush/Bf/Gf: None
Strongest Skill: Strategy, Archery, or hand-to-hand combat
Weakest Skill: Pegasi riding
Other: Her sword is celestial bronze, and it's unusual for children of Athena to have black hair.
Age: 16
Godly Parent: Athena
Years at Camp: 4
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): Sword or small dagger
Appearance: (Please include a link or something)
Personality: Shy, serious, but very loyal to her friends. However, she doesn't let go of grudges very easily.
History: Nila's mother died after giving birth to Nila, so for years, she was bounced from foster home to foster home, treated like an outcast, and bullied. One day, she cracked- and also cracked the yard of the foster home in half. Authorities looked for her, the 'maniacal 12-year old who dug a trench in the ground'. Frightened, Nila fled to a hill, where she stumbled upon camp, chased by hellhounds. Camp Half-Blood was her first real home. However, it still took her a long time to make friends, because even at camp, people were still slow to accept her.
Family (Outside the gods): Mother: (deceased) Resa DeCes
Crush/Bf/Gf: None
Strongest Skill: Strategy, Archery, or hand-to-hand combat
Weakest Skill: Pegasi riding
Other: Her sword is celestial bronze, and it's unusual for children of Athena to have black hair.
Brittany wrote: "Name: Brittany Hruby
God relationship: Poseidon
Looks:
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: bluish/ green
Skin: flush/ tan
Age: 14
Been at camp: 1st year
Weapon : broadsword"
No more Poseidon kids. There's a limit.
God relationship: Poseidon
Looks:
Hair: dirty blonde
Eyes: bluish/ green
Skin: flush/ tan
Age: 14
Been at camp: 1st year
Weapon : broadsword"
No more Poseidon kids. There's a limit.
Brittany and ^-^G- Why Should I Tell What My Name Is? ^-^There is a limit to the big three kids. Every mouth the mods do a sweep. But until then, there are no more big three kids. So you'll have to change them.
Name:NessaAge:13
Godly Parent: none claimed me, they don't want me
Years at Camp: since I was two, which makes the previous statement even more pathetic
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): flail
Appearance: bright red hair (oviosly hair dye), light brown eyes, 5'2, kind of pale, always wearing a key heart necklace, gothic, intimidating, wears lots of eyeliner
Personality: anti-social, intimidating, scary, gothic, creative
History: has been there since age of two, nobody claimed me, ive never been on a quest, I have no friends or love life. basicly nobody takes the time to know me and juge me as weaird goth girl before they know I just want to have 1 friend who understands
Family (Outside the gods): none known, thye left me at camp and never returned
Crush/Bf/Gf: nobody likes me so whats the point
Strongest Skill: fighting (fist
Weakest Skill: social
Other: im a loser
Believe me, after a week in this group you'll have friends ;)
Brittany and G, excellent characters, nice details! Emma's right, we do have a Big Three limit, I'll be getting to the Monthly Sweep as soon as I can but until that happens you can make them grandkids, and there's an 80% chance they'll turn into full on kids when I finish the sweep
Nice character Nessa! I would suggest having her end up to be a Hades kid. But wait for the monthly sweep first.
Name: Noel
Age: 14
Godly Parent: Hypnos
Years at Camp: He just started.
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): A dagger
Appearance: (Please include a link or something)
Height is about 5”10 and weighs about 140 pounds, he has snowy blonde hair and has it shaved at the back and dyed to look a black, his bangs are wavy and messy, it falls just below his jaw and covers his big ears partially. His hair, being wavy and curly sometimes falls into his eyes and lower down his forehead. He is a tan, vanilla-chocolate, and when he smiles wrinkles form in his eyes and he has really white teeth. His eyes are a deep ultra violet, with streaks of sharp silver in the iris. His lips are full and soft, he has his ears pierced, bottom and three at the top for his left ear (along with tongue piercing…). He has a small nose with a long bridge. His body is lean, but not because he’s lazy. He wears a black turtle neck sweater when it is cold, some navy blue jeans and a pair of white trainers, along with a small silver analogue watch (Fossil, it’s pretty fancy in a way).
Personality: Noel was a good boy, still is, in a way. He likes animals and gets really defensive/protective if someone even looks like they’ll try something stupid, endangering their lives. His famous quote is: “You can do that at home where I don’t have to see you die, and then explain what happened to the authorities.” Noel won’t tell people his last name or his mother’s (Juniper was just a wacky nickname of some sort). He says he can act, and, well, he can. Just not under pressure. Sometimes Noel feels that being a child of Hypnos is stupid, and that his powers are lame. He fears that he’ll fall asleep in a battle and get skewered, or even worse: get his team mate killed. He doesn’t want to be known as a child of Hypnos— and don’t get him wrong, he loves his dad, maybe even a little too much—, he wants to help people. All he sees that he can do is sleep. Although that incident makes him wonder if Hypnos’ sphere of control is properly explored and understood. Noel likes to sing and has a beautiful, silky voice. As it is described by his mother, him having a voice that can float on air, but still flow like water. He likes German (even though he can’t really speak it) and exploring. He wants to draw maps of the world’s magical places.
History: Noel ran from home when he couldn’t save his mom when some guys decided to make her their target and tries to shoot her. He saw them shoot her and she was bleeding out fast, he rushed over despite the gang men’s violent words to him and whispered to her, “It’s gonna be ok, right mom?” He was shaking really badly and when his mom smiled her sweet, kind smile and touched his cheek and answer “yes sweetheart, everything’s going to be fine…” even when her eyes were glazing over and her eyelids were closing slowly, he doesn’t know what happened really, the details are fuzzy. However, he did know he did something to those gang men, and it wasn’t good. He had dragged one of them outside the house; his limp body making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. He felt no sympathy, but his mom always taught him to be a gentle man, so he set him down carefully to mark their home, to show that something was wrong. When the ambulance came they checked the pulse of the man who he dragged outside, he was bleeding though his ears now, he was dead. And Noel knew the rest were too. He waited in the bushes and watched as they took them out one by one, soon he saw his mother. The paramedics were in a frenzy around her. He heard one of them say that she was alive and a tear ran down his cheek. He mentally kissed his mother and walked away. He saw his mom again, well, he watched over her and helped her sleep by singing to her when she cried, making her feel his presence in her dreams.
He wanted to hug her so much, but he couldn’t the gang men were actually paid to kill him, but shot his mom because she wouldn’t tell them where he was. Because she was just being a mother, because she knew what justice was. She still does because he feels her unease every time she thought about the event, how she questioned if it was a good idea to try and talk to them or would it have been different if she just took out the gun under the kitchen counter and shot them all in their heads. She always felt better with what she did; she thought of him and cried.
Family (Outside the gods):
Just his mom. Crystal Juniper
Crush/Bf/Gf:
None
Strongest Skill:
Close combat and long distance shooting
Weakest Skill:
Acting…
Other: The Fossil watch was given to him by his father, he saw him with it in the dream and his father took it off his wrist and gently put it on his wrist, after a gentle kiss on the head he woke up from the dream. He had it on. It creeped him out, but he was glad he saw his dad again (he stayed with the family until he was four, so he kind of remembers him).
Age: 14
Godly Parent: Hypnos
Years at Camp: He just started.
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): A dagger
Appearance: (Please include a link or something)
Height is about 5”10 and weighs about 140 pounds, he has snowy blonde hair and has it shaved at the back and dyed to look a black, his bangs are wavy and messy, it falls just below his jaw and covers his big ears partially. His hair, being wavy and curly sometimes falls into his eyes and lower down his forehead. He is a tan, vanilla-chocolate, and when he smiles wrinkles form in his eyes and he has really white teeth. His eyes are a deep ultra violet, with streaks of sharp silver in the iris. His lips are full and soft, he has his ears pierced, bottom and three at the top for his left ear (along with tongue piercing…). He has a small nose with a long bridge. His body is lean, but not because he’s lazy. He wears a black turtle neck sweater when it is cold, some navy blue jeans and a pair of white trainers, along with a small silver analogue watch (Fossil, it’s pretty fancy in a way).
Personality: Noel was a good boy, still is, in a way. He likes animals and gets really defensive/protective if someone even looks like they’ll try something stupid, endangering their lives. His famous quote is: “You can do that at home where I don’t have to see you die, and then explain what happened to the authorities.” Noel won’t tell people his last name or his mother’s (Juniper was just a wacky nickname of some sort). He says he can act, and, well, he can. Just not under pressure. Sometimes Noel feels that being a child of Hypnos is stupid, and that his powers are lame. He fears that he’ll fall asleep in a battle and get skewered, or even worse: get his team mate killed. He doesn’t want to be known as a child of Hypnos— and don’t get him wrong, he loves his dad, maybe even a little too much—, he wants to help people. All he sees that he can do is sleep. Although that incident makes him wonder if Hypnos’ sphere of control is properly explored and understood. Noel likes to sing and has a beautiful, silky voice. As it is described by his mother, him having a voice that can float on air, but still flow like water. He likes German (even though he can’t really speak it) and exploring. He wants to draw maps of the world’s magical places.
History: Noel ran from home when he couldn’t save his mom when some guys decided to make her their target and tries to shoot her. He saw them shoot her and she was bleeding out fast, he rushed over despite the gang men’s violent words to him and whispered to her, “It’s gonna be ok, right mom?” He was shaking really badly and when his mom smiled her sweet, kind smile and touched his cheek and answer “yes sweetheart, everything’s going to be fine…” even when her eyes were glazing over and her eyelids were closing slowly, he doesn’t know what happened really, the details are fuzzy. However, he did know he did something to those gang men, and it wasn’t good. He had dragged one of them outside the house; his limp body making him wrinkle his nose in disgust. He felt no sympathy, but his mom always taught him to be a gentle man, so he set him down carefully to mark their home, to show that something was wrong. When the ambulance came they checked the pulse of the man who he dragged outside, he was bleeding though his ears now, he was dead. And Noel knew the rest were too. He waited in the bushes and watched as they took them out one by one, soon he saw his mother. The paramedics were in a frenzy around her. He heard one of them say that she was alive and a tear ran down his cheek. He mentally kissed his mother and walked away. He saw his mom again, well, he watched over her and helped her sleep by singing to her when she cried, making her feel his presence in her dreams.
He wanted to hug her so much, but he couldn’t the gang men were actually paid to kill him, but shot his mom because she wouldn’t tell them where he was. Because she was just being a mother, because she knew what justice was. She still does because he feels her unease every time she thought about the event, how she questioned if it was a good idea to try and talk to them or would it have been different if she just took out the gun under the kitchen counter and shot them all in their heads. She always felt better with what she did; she thought of him and cried.
Family (Outside the gods):
Just his mom. Crystal Juniper
Crush/Bf/Gf:
None
Strongest Skill:
Close combat and long distance shooting
Weakest Skill:
Acting…
Other: The Fossil watch was given to him by his father, he saw him with it in the dream and his father took it off his wrist and gently put it on his wrist, after a gentle kiss on the head he woke up from the dream. He had it on. It creeped him out, but he was glad he saw his dad again (he stayed with the family until he was four, so he kind of remembers him).
Yeah, my character profiles are sort of long.. XD
Name: Cecelia (Cece) KungAge: 15
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Years at Camp: 3
Preferred Weapon (no guns guys): Her throwing stars. Which she carrys 24/7
Her second favorite is her short samurai sword. Which she's not aloud to carry around camp.
Appearance: (Please include a link or something)
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Personality: She's very bouncy and friendly. She doesn't try to be pretty, she couldn't care less about it. She's more of a sports girl.
History: Her Dad moved from China to America with her Grandma and Grandma. He then met Aphrodite, who had her. Her Dad died from a monster attack, leaving her in the care of her Grandparents. They fled, letting her lived with them for a few more years. After monsters attacked her new home, she ran. Her Mom then lead her to camp. Where she's been ever since. Her Grandparents survived the monster attack, thanks to a near by satyr who did not make it.
Family (Outside the gods): Her Grandma and Grandpa.
Crush/Bf/Gf: None.
Strongest Skill: Throwing stars. She always has them with her.
Weakest Skill: Archery.
Other: Her Grandpa once trained to be a samurai, knowing she was a demigod, he trained her. She has a black belt in karate and is very quick and agile. So she is not to be messed with. She is really good at sports.
Hi everyone I'm new. (this is all made up) My character name is Leanda. Here are some things you might wanna know about me. BTW is it ok if I join Poseidon's cabin?
Age: 11
Godly Relative: Grandchild of Poseidon
Skills: Good swimmer, can hold breath underwater for extended periods of time.
Excels in archery.
Loves to read, and write, and finds the best place to do so is in some quiet spot near nature or water.
Personality:
very quiet and shy
thoughtful
very wild and a risk taker
brave
arrogant and hot-headed
one part brave, one part fool
Left handed
Appearance:
messy Red hair w. bangs
Green eyes
Wild look
"Hi everyone, I was just claimed and... and.. well, um. I'm leanda. This is my story and I have no-one at the moment I'm really confused and don't know why I'm here. I thoughtgreek mythology was- well, greek mythology... I was put into boarding school in london, and surprisingly managed to stay there for a couple years. I tried hard and was able to do well even with my ADHD and Dyslexia. my mum stayed in the US with her boyfriend. The only friends I had were Ben and Emily, my besties in boarding. Everyone else thought i was a freak. I was always drawn to water, though never made the swim squad because I'm not the competitive type. My best skills at school were creative writing and water sports. Then, the summer I turned eleven, i was put on a flight to go visit my mom and her boyfriend. But things had changed over the last five years. My mum had gotten terminally ill and had died. Her boyfriend had left the country. I had no-one. Ben and Emily were on the other side of the world. My mum was dead, my dad- well, I never knew him. He abandoned us. That was when i found myself at the merciless hands of the 21st century New york. I was scared, cold and had nothing- only a pack with my swimming costume, pajamas, a hat, a pen, and a notebook, and of course a book. And a flimsy water bottle. I was taken by the police, who refused to believe my story that some sort of lake monster had attacked me. They found me unconscious next to the dirty river, with blood rapidly seeping out a large cut on my left forearm. They brought me to a hospital where they tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. WHen they were satisfied, the police told me they'd put me into the next orphanage and told me I could come visit the police station to tell them more amusing stories.
I refused and ran away from the hospital, in the dead of night, and found myself on the run from the police. I found this camp and managed to get in. And now I' confused ever since I got here..." Leanda said. "Phew!"
Age: 11
Godly Relative: Grandchild of Poseidon
Skills: Good swimmer, can hold breath underwater for extended periods of time.
Excels in archery.
Loves to read, and write, and finds the best place to do so is in some quiet spot near nature or water.
Personality:
very quiet and shy
thoughtful
very wild and a risk taker
brave
arrogant and hot-headed
one part brave, one part fool
Left handed
Appearance:
messy Red hair w. bangs
Green eyes
Wild look
"Hi everyone, I was just claimed and... and.. well, um. I'm leanda. This is my story and I have no-one at the moment I'm really confused and don't know why I'm here. I thoughtgreek mythology was- well, greek mythology... I was put into boarding school in london, and surprisingly managed to stay there for a couple years. I tried hard and was able to do well even with my ADHD and Dyslexia. my mum stayed in the US with her boyfriend. The only friends I had were Ben and Emily, my besties in boarding. Everyone else thought i was a freak. I was always drawn to water, though never made the swim squad because I'm not the competitive type. My best skills at school were creative writing and water sports. Then, the summer I turned eleven, i was put on a flight to go visit my mom and her boyfriend. But things had changed over the last five years. My mum had gotten terminally ill and had died. Her boyfriend had left the country. I had no-one. Ben and Emily were on the other side of the world. My mum was dead, my dad- well, I never knew him. He abandoned us. That was when i found myself at the merciless hands of the 21st century New york. I was scared, cold and had nothing- only a pack with my swimming costume, pajamas, a hat, a pen, and a notebook, and of course a book. And a flimsy water bottle. I was taken by the police, who refused to believe my story that some sort of lake monster had attacked me. They found me unconscious next to the dirty river, with blood rapidly seeping out a large cut on my left forearm. They brought me to a hospital where they tried to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. WHen they were satisfied, the police told me they'd put me into the next orphanage and told me I could come visit the police station to tell them more amusing stories.
I refused and ran away from the hospital, in the dead of night, and found myself on the run from the police. I found this camp and managed to get in. And now I' confused ever since I got here..." Leanda said. "Phew!"
There is a limit to the big three kids. Every mouth the mods do a sweep. But until then, there are no more big three kids. So you'll have to change her. You can make her a grandchild. Then, maybe, she'll get moved up to kid after the sweep.
Hi Sarah!Welcome to Camp Half-Blood!Yay,another Poseidon! :D
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