[center][h1][color=#7d134d]Michel Braun[/color][/h1]
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[I]Skill:[/I]N/A
[I]Location:Camp Half Blood- Camp Forges[/I][/center]
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Grimacing as he set his hammer aside, Michel stretched. "[color=#7d134d]Nothing much, I just wanted to make something, but I can't quite get it right. Thinking of abandoning the project and starting another.[/color]" He wheeled himself so that he was facing Lauryn. "[color=#7d134d]What about you?[/color]"

Michel looked like he always did: jacket, white undershirt, blanket over his legs, a distinctly assholish demeanor that seemed to be temped down due to the exhaustion he must be feeling. He'd been trying to make a small sword, one he'd seen his dad make before: a kopis, one of those weird Greek-Egyptian hybrid weapons. But he gave up on it. Too much effort for sonething that probably wouldn't be that good.

Michel leaned back a bit, grunting and sighing. His limp legs were getting to stretched, he better adjust them. But he couldn't be bothered.