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Personal Information
Name: Gaspard Aucoin
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): -
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Twenty

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Family
Godly Parent: Εκάτη / Hecate / Goddess of magic, sorcery, witchcraft, crossroads, trivial knowledge, and necromancy.
Human Parent: Reynaud Aucoin
Legacy: Ἔρις / Eris / Spirit of strife, discord, contention, and rivalry.

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Personality: Gaspard is an observer by nature, whether he’s in the middle of a conversation or sitting in the corner. He has a calculating eye and an ear for details, and he can pick out what makes people interesting, attractive, or irritating as hell. He keeps a mental tally of the good and bad things people have done, in case he ever needs them for blackmail (not that he, a quiet wallflower, would ever need to… or at least, not that anyone would ever suspect him of doing it). People think he’s not listening, but really, he’s catching everything they say, secretly finding amusement in it.

Gaspard judges everyone equally - whether they’re all equally dumb or equally boring. He doesn’t like doing things unless the other party can supply him some sort of benefit in return, whether it’s grabbing a book for someone, holding their things for them, or finding them a joint to smoke. Friends or not, his time and energy are valuable, and he must have something to compensate for his loss; only rarely will he ever say “personal satisfaction is enough.”

That, however doesn’t mean he has no soft spot to speak of, it merely is particularly difficult to find. Naturally venomous, stoic, and even distant, he is used to putting on a variety of faces so as to achieve any means to an end. Gaspard is a bleeding heart for others, who like himself, have gone through some form of adversity.
Likes: Stephen King, people-watching, tattoos, drama, cats.
Dislikes: Babies, people who can't take a joke, excessively bright colours, waking up before 11, confrontation
Talents: Surprisingly, cooking.

Biography: Born and raised in New Orleans, childhood for Gaspard wasn't quite as picturesque as some others'. Burdened with a father and step-mother who used their child as something to take their anger out on, Gaspard often dreamed of the day he'd be free of them. His days as a child were a constant game of hide and seek, dodging both of his parents who were a mess of screaming matches and alcohol. He became used to hiding under desks, beds, and in closets, all in order to avoid their stinging hits. Unfortunately, he wasn’t always quick enough, and the abuse he would suffer was only more severe after he was dragged out kicking and screaming from under the bed.

Being caught trying to run away, a twelve year old Gaspard was shoved into his freezing garage, locked inside for the night without a second thought. Trying to find something to keep himself warm, Gaspard instead found a box filled with dusty, old books. Covered in symbols, he opened up the grimoire to take a look inside. Reading about magic that included curses, hexes, and enchantments… there was nothing more that he wished to be true. And when they proved to be just that years later when practiced for the hell of it, payback was more than warranted for.

Cursing his parents with such awful visions that it put them into permanent psychiatric care, Gaspard was finally free of them when he was fifteen years old. He didn’t even mind being sent off to live in an orphanage - it beat his own home any day of the week. Only packing a bag of clothes, and the grimoire that had so heavily paid off, that was all he felt he needed. Power like that at his fingertips? He could get used to that.

When Gaspard learned about his demigod heritage a month later, he believed it immediately. Unlike most half-bloods who try to deny it, Gaspard was ready for Camp Half-Blood the second he heard about it. Training with a weapon everyday? Learning to better manipulate the Mist? Playing capture the flag with possible bloodshed? He was all over it. What can he say, he likes that sort of thing.

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Weapon Information
Weapon Name: αγκάθι / Thorn, φάντασμα / Phantasm
Weapon Type: Silver Dagger, Grimoire

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Attributes: A silver dagger with a decorated handle, useful both for performing blood rituals or simply for stabbing. Because of the material, it is particularly effective at dispatching werewolves. Meanwhile, the grimoire contains an impressive catalogue of spells and rituals, most of them focusing on using the Mist to create illusions.

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Personal Information
Name: Caien Cobb
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Cai
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Cabin: Eleven

Appearance


Family
Godly Parent: Hermes
Human Parent: Gwyn Cobb
Legacy: Helios (Sixth Generation)
Friends: None.
Partner: None.

General Information
Personality:
Cai is like the kid you can stand but that will annoy you at some point. He is annoyingly witty and has a nack for getting information that he shouldn't have access to. He also doesn't shame on dropping that information on someone at random times (not the most tactic move often) which doesn't make him liked either. Yet he is an optimistic fellow who actually fairs pretty okay on his own. He doesn't talk overly much and isn't the one that is the center of attention or that stands out in a crowd. Sometimes he is just there. Energy isn't something Cai has little of. He could be up and running around the whole day, yet he can also sit still for long periods of time. Because of all the traveling he did he can basically sleep anywhere and is used to little comfort and guarding his own stuff.
Likes: Climbing (basically anything that can be climbed, but especially places you aren't allowed), Fancy coats, Good food, A good laugh, Gossip, Rock and Rythm and Blues music, Traveling around.
Dislikes: Not knowing things, Techno music, Boring people, Darkness.
Talents: Running (which made PE one of his favorite subjects at school), Stealing.

Biography:
As long as Cai can remember he has been traveling around with his mother. His mother grew up in a house of six children and two not as rich parents located in a teeny tiny village in New Mexico where everyone knew everyone and nothing ever happened. So it was small and cramped and cheap and as soon as she was legally allowed Gwyn left her home and set out to see the world. She only brought one bag and hardly any money and set out to find small jobs. This, of course, meant that she never had much money to spend, but that didn't matter. She was free.

Her free life of travelling through America ended when she met Hermes, became pregnant and was forced to at least settle down for longer periods of time, Her little baby Cai had to go to school after all at some point, but she never had many problems with the fact that he ended up not fitting in. She found in it a reason that they could move again, that she could travel again. Daily she would tell her boy stories of her travels, but she would also take up herself to tell him myths. Not only greek, but also norse, egyptian, indian etc. Cai never thought that they were more then stories, but he enjoyed them immensely never the less.

Like most demigods Cai had difficulties with school. He sure didn't mean taking all that stuff from others, but if they just left out in the open then well, that was their own fault wasn't it? Just a quick grab and then it was in his pocket. Besides that he was the annoying guy who tended to say things that nobody wanted to hear, spoke at the wrong time or asked exactly the wrong questions (which were actually the right ones if you look at from his perspective). He wasn't bad at making friends, just bad at keeping them also because they kept moving.

It has only been recent that his mother told him that those stories might actually be real and that his father was the god of travel himself, Hermes, because she felt that he should know the truth about himself before he would set out in the world on his own. Cai was surprised of course, but more than that he was excited. All those stories he loved where true, meaning they were useful. A whole world ready to explore. But with the mist lifted from his eyes he was also in more danger and so his mother dropped him off at Camp Half-Blood, knowing that it would be safer for him. For now it is just for the summer, but that is all up to what lies in the future.

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Weapon Name: N/A
Weapon Type: N/A
Weapon Appearance: N/A
Attributes: N/A

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- Carries a lighter even though he doesn't smoke.
- Cai actually has difficulties with being in the dark for long periods of time.
- He has a little tattoo of the sun located on the inside of his left wrist
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Name: Faris Ecklan

Alias/Nickname: None that have been said to her face

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Cabin: Five



Godly Parent: Ares- God of war

Human Parent: Evia Ecklan- Former swimsuit model

Legacy: -

Personality: Head strong, Energetic, Insatiable, Stubborn, Strong willed, Strong sense of justice, Alluring, Charismatic, Easily embarrassed, Liar, Enjoys arguing (has to be right), Cynical, Emotional, Resilient, Intelligent, Strong heart, Rebellious, Acts before thinking/Impatient

Likes: Arguing, martial arts, exercising, being outdoors, being right

Dislikes: Being proved wrong, being told no, being cooped up indoors a lot, dancing, waiting

Talents: Fighting/Martial arts, Persuasion

Biography:
Faris was born as a status symbol for her mother. Her mom had been rather famous but was starting to lose modeling jobs when she got pregnant. She made sure to leak the story to all sorts of news outlets about how the father was unknown and how she planned on raising her daughter in all sorts of unconventional ways. It brought her back in the lime light enough to be thought of, and then again when she “got her body back in 2 months!” according to the papers when she was photographed pushing Faris around in her stroller (after having called the paparazzi ahead of time). In reality, her mother hardly paid attention to her or wanted her. Faris grew up running to her nanny on Christmas morning, not her mother. And everything made her angry. She was pissed off at the world for the tiniest things, often not understanding why she would go into rages. Her mother dealt with it by telling someone who worked for her to take Faris out and buy her whatever she wanted. Only Faris cared little for material things, except maybe weapons which she began collecting and practicing with in her room. She eventually asked her mother for lessons in things like Jujitsu, to which her mother obliged, not really caring.

Faris was homeschooled and never went to public school, her mother too proud to send her daughter out for an education beyond their home. Faris eventually hated the indoors by the time she was 16, and began running away constantly, often with boys getting drunk and into fights with other girls for the dumbest reasons. When a video of her pummeling a girl hit the internet, her mother knew she had to send Faris somewhere before the cops came. She actually put in an effort, researched, and discovered Camp Half Blood. She hesitantly sent her daughter away, fighting and clawing, ticked to be made to go anywhere, all the way to the plane to camp.



Weapon Name: Spear called Dicé, Shield called Aegis

Weapon Type: Spear & Shield

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Attributes: The spear is unbreakable, forged with some sort of magic, although it cannot pierce anything more than what a regular spear would. The shield is incredibly lightweight while still able to block both physical and supernatural/magic attacks. The edge is sharpened as well to be used as a weapon when brought down on an opponent, in case Faris finds herself without her spear.

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Personal Information
Name: Thaddeus Gresham Kingsley
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Thane, T, King
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: 13 - Hades

Appearance:


Family
Godly Parent: Thanatos
Human Parent: Lydia Kingsley [half Greek/half English]

General Information
Likes: Rain, Tacos, The night sky, High places, Novels, Bitter foods, Stubborn people, Passion
Dislikes: Death, His Father, Violence, Mud, Loneliness, The colour orange
Talents: Cooking and Singing, often at he same time. He also enjoys photography and exploring and, if given the chance, will wander off into the woods for hours.

Biography:
Life was straight out of a Greek tragedy for Thane, his being a demigod his curse. It wasn't until his third year of life that the family resemblance began to make itself known, his left arm turning black like obsidian stone over the course of a single night, his demi-godhood seeming to suddenly awaken. He was found by his grandfather three days later, his mother's lifeless body sprawled out across his nursery. When his grandfather went to him, he reeled back in horror at the sight of Thane's arm, unsure what to make of it. He knew vaguely of his grandson's father, the man having told Thane's mother that he was the hand of death, Thanatos. His grandfather had thought the man a madman until now, seeing the hand that brought death upon his daughter. His grandfather wrapped Thane's arm in bandages, carefully ensuring that every centimeter of flesh was properly covered. He never spoke of what Thane did to his mother, not wanting to force him to bear such a burden, though the memory of that day had forever been burned into his mind's eye.

Thane spent his youth rarely leaving his house, his grandfather not exactly sure what to do with him. His grandfather tried his best to educate Thane, though Thane took the initiative to teach himself while his Grandfather went to work as an accountant. Money was never much of an issue and food was always on the table, but Thane rarely felt happy hiding away from the world in his Grandfather's ancient home, feeling so far away from the rest of the world. Thane developed a habit of sneaking out in the dead of night with a Polaroid camera to explore the small town he lived in, it being his only way to really feel alive. Those were the times he was happiest though as with all good things, they must eventually come to an end. His grandfather had developed pneumonia and was on his way out. He revealed a letter he had kept hidden for sixteen years that his mother had meant to give him once he was old enough. It was a letter from his father, Thanatos, directing him to the camp of half bloods, where he could live with fewer worries. Thane's last night with his grandfather he held his hand, giving him a peaceful passing.

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Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Αιώνια Ειρήνη - Eternal Peace
Weapon Type: Left arm
Weapon Appearance:
The skin of his left arm from the shoulder down has darkened to the point that its obsidian in color, his nails having followed suit as well.

Attributes:
The most notable thing he inherited from his father was the a muted touch of death which only inhabits his left arm. His touch to mortals draws them into a state of unconsciousness after approximately eight seconds and, should he continue, within a matter of seconds death is sure to follow. The effect it has on demigods and mythical beings has yet to be tested and will remain untested if Thane has his way. In order for his weapon to be used, he requires hand to skin contact, which is made difficult with the bandages he wraps his arm in.
Personal Information
Name: Auguste Elais De La Fontaine
Alias/ Nickname: Eli, Romeo
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Ten

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Family
Godly Parent: Aphrodite
Human Parent: Mathis De La Fontaine

General Information
Likes: Women, Men, Goddesses, Some Gods, Sweets, Whiskey, Cigarettes, Bright colours, Night, Winter, Music
Dislikes: Silence, Solitude, Cheap beer, Fighting, Vices (beyond the ones he so enjoys), Children of Ares & Aphrodite, Ares, Aphrodite
Talents: Talking before any number of people, Brawling, Tailoring, and Baking (oddly enough)

Biography:
Auguste doesn't talk about his past. He doesn't see a need to. He doesn't want to. The only information that has slipped from his lips is that once upon a time he was the son of a pastor in Detroit. Daddy died, Auguste got a letter saying that he was the son of Aphrodite, he thought it was bullshit, got into some trouble, spent a few months in jail for a crime that changes every time he's asked, and eventually he wound up here at Camp Half-Blood three years ago. Since arriving, he's gotten into thirteen fights with seven boys and six girls, and has personally butted heads with Dionysus (which also caused him to gain some respect from the God of Wine). If there's a party in the camp, Auguste is the man to go to for 'stolen' wine.

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Weapon Information
Weapon Name: αξέχαστες - Unforgettable
Weapon Type:[b] Biological
[b]Weapon Appearance:
His lips
Attributes: A kiss from Auguste is more a curse than a gift, the touch of his lips plaguing the victim with warm feelings and thoughts of him, regardless of whether or not they wish to think of him. The only cure being to kiss him again.
Personal Information
Name: Διόνυσος, Dionysus; God of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and religious ecstasy
Alias: Mr D
Age: Yes.
Gender: Male.
Cabin: Cabin Twelve - Head of Camp - Head of Cabin

Human Appearance:


Godly Appearance:


Symbol:


Family
Mother: Semele
Father: Ζεύς - Zeus, god of sky and thunder
Partner: Ἀριάδνη - Ariadne
Children: Arianna Louise Watson.

General Information
Likes: Liquor, Food, Women, Leisure, Liquor
Dislikes: Zeus, Non-alcoholic Beverages, Work
Talents: Drinking obscene amounts, excellent cooking

Biography: Moo.

Theme Song:


Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Λέσχη του λαίμαργος - Club of the Glutton
Weapon Type: Turkey Leg

Weapon Appearance:

Club of the Glutton is a massive turkey leg, being four feet in length.

Attributes: It is regenerative, in that if a bite is taken out of it, it will regenerate the lost meat in a matter of seconds.
Personal Information
Name: Ἄρης, Ares; God of war, battlelust, violence, rage and manliness.
Alias: (Still) Ares
Age: Yes.
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Five - Master of the Cabin - Attends infrequently

Appearance:


Armoured Appearance:


Symbol:


Family
Mother: Ἥρα - Hera, goddess of women and marriage
Father: Ζεύς - Zeus, god of sky and thunder
Partner: Αφροδιτη - Aphrodite, Venus; Goddess of beauty, love, pleasure & procreation.
Children: Faris Ecklan, and Venice Kenny Gorga.

General Information
Likes: Fighting, Fighting, Aphrodite, Fighting, Feasting, Conquering all he surveys, Fighting
Dislikes: Peace, Silence, Weak men, Most gods and demigods of the underworld
Talents: Brawling, Strategy

Biography: Moo.

Theme Song:


Weapon Information
Weapon Name: μανία, Fury
Weapon Type:[b] Spear

[b]Weapon Appearance:



Attributes: The nature of the best weapons are kept a secret.
Personal Information
Name: Thanatos
Alias: Nathaniel Hurst
Gender: Male

Godly Appearance:


Reaper Appearance:


Symbol:


Family
Father: Erebos, Ἔρεβος
Mother: Nyx, Νύξ
Children: Thaddeus Gresham Kingsley

General Information
Likes: His work, The dead of night, Meat, Getting his way
Dislikes: His blunders, The other gods, His offspring, Things without use
Talents: No discernible talents

Biography: Moo.

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Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Αγγίξτε, Touch
Weapon Type: Biological
Attributes: Through his will and a simple touch, life can slip from the afflicted in the flash of an eye.
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Personal Information
Name: Raleigh Holter Theron
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Rye, Holt, Doe, Buck, Hart
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Cabin: Three

Appearance (Prefer Picture):


Family
Godly Parent: Poseidon, God of the oceans, horses, and earthquakes.
Human Parent: Laela Kapahu Theron; Mother; A Professor of Oceanography born in San Francisco, California and raised in Honolulu, Hawaii.
Human Step-Parent: George Theron; Step-father; Fisherman.
Legacy: Ὠρίων - Orion, the giant huntsman, made into a constellation by Zeus.

General Information
Personality: An extremely tidy individual, Raleigh is quiet and reserved, preferring the comfort of a good book, a warm blanket, and a cozy fire over the company of others. Raleigh is akin to the calm of the seas, very methodical and often graceful in his movement. He appreciates serenity and predictability, because he finds it difficult to maintain that under a lot of circumstances. Vulnerability is both seen as a weakness and a strength to him; it gives him the opportunity to see and feel the beauty of the world, but it gives people an opening to truly hurt him. But, Raleigh likes that about himself, even if it leads to an unpredictable roller coaster of emotions and can put him under great duress during stressful times.
Regardless, that doesn't quite mean he's a social person, as he's still rather reserved (however difficult it is to maintain that when he lets most of the emotions he feels show). Raleigh doesn't mind people, in fact he likes people, for the most part, he just doesn't like interacting with them. Something about observing others, being on the sidelines, just watching appeals to Raleigh more that social interaction. People intrigue him, though he often tells himself that it's the idea of how he perceives people that interests him. In fact, some even go in so far to say that Raleigh is purely romantic; he thinks more grandly, more passionately, and more surreal than others around him. He sees things in a different shade, a less realistic shade, than what the world gives him and that can be both endearing and dangerous, especially in regards to being too trusting, though his reserved nature aids him in withdrawing the eyes of those who would do seek to use him.
There have been more stories he's written and books he's read than people he's made friends with and that's in due part to where he was raised. Being isolated either isolates one further, or holds back a being waiting to be released. Unfortunately for Raleigh, when exposed to the populated world of America, he wasn't the type to go thrive and crave (almost dangerously for some) for socialization and anything different. He became more reserved and cautious, but also more intrigued. He would overstep his boundaries by a fraction to see or hear or smell, but never would he go too far. He preferred to feel and see how other people reacted, rather than participate himself. The world was a giant experiment and he felt the need to conduct it, or at least part of it, realizing that he was just a minuscule part of it all.
Raleigh was a lot like the oceans of his home town, calm and serene; the eerie beauty of the horizon; the giant bustle of a coral reef; and the gentle waves. He preferred the laziness of the coast as he saw it and he relished in the lapping of the waves. It shaped him more than he'd like to admit.
Likes: The ocean, writing, the sound of waves hitting the shore, the reflection of the moon in the water, being cozy, reading, watermelon smoothies, exotic sea food (especially sushi), hearing the bustle of a large crowd, noisy parks.
Dislikes: Nosiness, thunder, unsweetened coffee, the lingering odor of cigarettes, anything that assaults the nose (minus wasabi), too much perfume/cologne, tight spaces, getting peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth, and brain freezes.
Talents: Exceptionally skilled at archery and tracking, endurance swimming and running, stealth, cooking, evasion, writing, surprisingly skilled at giving public presentations, psychology.

Biography:
It wasn't actually too difficult to deduce what had happened, especially with how Raleigh turned out, but life in denial is an easy one. Raleigh's supposed father, a fisherman who often went on long journeys of the coast of Honolulu, just twenty or so minutes from their hometown of Waipahu, Hawaii and not too far from the University his mother taught at (both parents had moved there when they were younger, Laela from California who was only 1/8 Hawaiian and George from Alaska). Being centered near a large city, especially one often populated by tourists, meant many different faces walked the halls of Chaminade University of Honolulu or at least the surrounding areas. During one of Raleigh's father's trips, his mother had a small affair with what she assumed was another professor. Upon George's arrival, Laela had found out she was pregnant and it wasn't hard to know that George wasn't the father, however, the time she'd conceived was wide enough to fool Raleigh's father. George didn't suspect anything, either because he didn't want to or he truly believed Raleigh was his child. It wasn't too difficult to think otherwise, but being told one was the father of a child did many things to the mind. George wanted to believe Raleigh was his, so he simply did.

Life growing up wasn't that difficult, as Raleigh had pretty much whatever he needed, aside from a father to spend much time with. His dad—both of them—were often too busy with work to spend time with him, or even in the vicinity around him. Family consisted of him and his mother and sometimes a few other relatives and family friends; community where he lived was very tight knit, so it was common to see random visitors in his home whenever he came back from school. Raleigh was used to it, though he wasn't very social to begin with. He appreciated everyone's company, but he only really craved attention from his mother and father. People aside from his parents were simply more fascinating from a far, or at least when they weren't trying to goad him into talking.

Spending most of his time in books and journals during school meant Raleigh wasn't considered very approachable; he was invisible to the rest of the students, just about how he liked it. But, that also meant he didn't quite have enough help for classes and often relied on himself. Intelligence remained a strong point for Rye, however, and he found various ways to get over the hurdles of his disabilities, or at least that's what he assumed they were. Things weren't often shared when it came to what afflicted Raleigh and so he'd no idea he had issues that could have possibly been fixed were they diagnosed. Despite being a very reserved individual, Raleigh often had a difficult time standing still and it was very hard for Raleigh to both read and write, despite both being something he was passionate about. It took him longer to learn both, but he did so with amazing determination, even if it he could only read and write at half the speed of other children. It just meant he retained more information, could utilize his imagination better, and thought carefully about what was written, even if he often wrote and rewrote a hundred times.

It wasn't until he was old enough that his mother told him the truth and that she, herself, found out the truth. And it only ever came at the most inconvenient of times. One weekend afternoon on the beach, Raleigh had found himself dragged a little too far from the coast and suddenly yanked beneath the water. However, it came as a surprise to him that he was perfectly fine, aside from the thing that had forced him down in the first place. After ripping himself away, Raleigh was pulled to safety by a local life guard, despite not being in any form of distress. Unable to explain the occurrence away, he went to the only person he could confide in, his mother. She'd told him what she could before pushing an envelope into his hands. It smelled of sea salt and very pricey cologne that reminded him of the coral reefs that lined the ocean ridge. They were tickets to the mainland, two to be precise; one for him and one for what he suspected would be his mother. That wasn't exactly the case, however, as he was sent to the bustling city of New York and then taken hastily to a place he couldn't quite recollect if he wanted to.

Early morning, the sun rising, that was all he could remember as he entered, exhausted and dehydrated, but wholly unharmed, into what seemed like a lodge resort. All he could think of was calling his mother one last time, but was instantly swept away into the liveliness of Camp Half-Blood, where he simply repressed his questions until they were answered for him or were completely forgotten. But, it was hard to forget about someone that lived only to care for you and it was hard not to worry from time to time, even as the year passed and he couldn't think of any other place he'd be happier.

Cabin Three smelled a lot like sea salt, with the faintest hint of a reef. He could only ever imagine the smell in a fancy, cologne bottle nestled in the corner of the medicine cabinet where it always sat, half-used, but untouched for what seemed like years.

Theme Song:

(Still Working on this one; it takes me a little while to find the right song.)

Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Μέσα από τη Σκύλλα - Through Scylla
Weapon Type: Bow and Arrow/Daggers

Weapon Appearance:




Attributes: A bow made from celestial steel and ebony, ribbed in a golden trimming. The bow itself has a nasty bite, and the arrows are able to part into six upon release should the holder need it. The arrows shoot forth with increasing velocity before sinking into its target(s) and pulling forward rather than pushing or pinning. The arrow then locks into the flesh, sinking further if pulled on—its blade are like rows of sharp teeth, biting down on its victim and seizing until they give in. If left alone, the arrows fall out and dissipate into a watery foam. Each arrow is made from specially from water that the user manipulates, turned salty through simply willing it. The arrows deal more in pain than in actual harm, though in the right hands are just as dangerous as any other, if not more so.

When in close quarters combat, the holder of the weapon can use two of the arrows as daggers, transforming them from piercing bullets into daggers curved into sharp canines. They shred and rend anything that gets close enough, tearing into whatever they can sink their teeth in to flimsy remains. Once in their clutches, it's difficult to break free as any resistance causes the daggers to lock into place until the victim stops moving. Furthermore, the daggers, due to how vicious they tear through flesh, don't often have to finish the dirty work as the victims are more prone to bleeding out than actually being killed by the blades. They don't do as much harm as a regular blade would, but the effects afterwards are as deadly as any venom and it may even seem that way once one's life force flows out in continuous waves. They cause more pain than harm as well, as each blade oozes with a layer of salt water that burns like venom in the wounds.

Both daggers and arrows aren't as harmful as their average counterparts, but given enough time can bring down even the biggest foes with enough shots.

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Personal Information
Name: Astrid Bones
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Red, Blaze, Singe, Kindle
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Cabin: Cabin Nine, Hephaestus

Appearance:


Family
Godly Parent: Ἡφαιστος - Hephaestus; God of fire, metalworking, stone-masonry & the art of sculpture.
Human Parent: Unknown.
Legacy: N/A

General Information
Personality: Astrid is a bubbly excited person. She loves talking to other people when she is around them. Mostly this is due to her slight ADD. The only time the she can ever completely stop talking to people and focus completely on something is when she is building something or programming. While a few people find her constant talking it is hard for her to find something she doesn't like in someone. One of the reasons that Astrid is so outgoing and talkative is because she is lonely. She has never truly been with someone and feels that she is missing out on her life
Likes: fire, tinkering, working with other people, programming
Dislikes: things not working, dirty tools, not having control, her ADD
Talents: programming, surprisingly this has come in handy being a child of Hephaestus

Biography:
Astrid was raised in camp. When Astrid was very young she was left in a basket inside the border of Camp Half-Blood. The campers knew that she must have been one of them because she was inside their gates, but they had no idea who she was and how exactly she had gotten there. They named her Astrid.

Growing up in Camp Half-Blood was very different from any other place. She never got to go to school, nor the movies with friends, or even play sports. Throughout her life she spent her time doing online classes and switching between cabins. As she was so young no one could tell exactly which cabin she would fit in, so every year she switched to a new one to see if maybe it would "call to her."

By the time Astrid was 9 she knew that the cabin for her was cabin 9. The glowing forges and dangerously sharp weapons seemed to call to her. The campers living there adopted her and raised her as their own. They taught her all sorts of different skills. She got burnt, scratched, and stabbed under their instruction, but never ceased to be interested.

When everyone else went back to school, Astrid stayed in camp. She worked the forge, and designed countless projects. She quickly became one of the best forger in the camp. Plus all her time on the computer allowed for Astrid to develop a new way of tinkering. A more computer oriented direction. Astrid might have become Cabin Counselor if Nick had not arrived, but she was not really interested in leading.

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Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Cinder
Weapon Type: Spear

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Attributes: Forged completely of Stygian Iron, Cinder is a weapon of swift destruction. It is light weight and perfectly balanced at the grip. Beneath the head of the spear are small vents that can emit a certain amount of fire for a period of time. This can be used as a sort of defense, lighter, or even a torch.

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Personal Information
Name: Jack Hallows
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Skele, Bones, Skully, Rattle
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Cabin: Cabin Nine, Hephaestus

Appearance:

Has a small cut through his right eyebrow that prevents any hair growth.

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Family
Godly Parent: Ἡφαιστος - Hephaestus; God of fire, metalworking, stone-masonry & the art of sculpture.
Human Parent: Lucy Hallows
Legacy: N/A

General Information
Personality: Jack was always known for doing things his own way. He never wanted to listen to others. He would always do things his own way. He is also incredibly stubborn when he sets his mind to something. Besides being a free spirit Jack is much like his half-sister Astrid in being a bit people-oriented and fun-loving. Can often be found as the center of attention in social situations. Great people skills. Has been called a freedom-loving individual who enjoys pushing the limits and exploring the unknown.
Likes: fire, pot stickers, ladies, night, Halloween, red, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Erin
Dislikes: high waist shorts on girls, Christmas, rain(actually is quiet afraid of the rain), cleaning
Talents: Cooking

Biography:
Jack grew up with his single mom. Together they had a great time, the perfect mother son relationship. They spent tons of time together and she helped encourage him to start to play sports. They did not have tough conversations where they sat down and talked, instead she would take him out to do something fun. The bond that they had between each other was truly something to be matched with. She had encouraged him to listen to his own heart instead of worrying about what other people might expect of him. For this Jack could never thank her enough. It made him into the person he was.

That was until the day came when he started smoking. Not the way you might think though. He was enjoying a perfectly normal fun conversation with several of his friends, in which he was the center of attention of course, and his body started turning red. Skin on his hands lit up first before making it's way to his face. Rushing home without thinking, Jack went home to the only person he knew could help him.

By the time Jack got home, smoke was billowing off of his body. Breaking into the door he rushed into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. In horror he watched as the smoke turned to flame. Trying to pat it out, the fire spread to his hands. Not realizing that the sensation didn't hurt Jack began to scream, like most normal people would do when you spontaneously combust. The fire ate away at his skin and hair, leaving bone showing. Strangely enough the fire avoided burning the clothes he was wearing.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, the skeleton of 14 year old Jack fell into his mothers arms. Through tears and terror he learned his mothers one dirty secret. As a young girl she had fallen in love with Hades. Of course she hadn't know who he was until later. While still in love with Hades, she had met Jack's father Hephaestus. Hades, cursing Hephaestus promised that their child would be a terror of his own creation. The god of fire's child would be cursed to burn into the undead. A constant reminder of his father and Hades.

Somehow Jack and his mother managed to pull through this moment. Together they worked through his "rattling moment," and he turned to Camp Half-Blood. There he could learn to control his power and understand more about himself. Maybe he would even meet someone that he trusted enough to let know his own little dirty secret.

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Weapon Type: His hands
Weapon Appearance: -
Attributes: -

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Silent Esper's Characters

Personal Information
Name: Kindle Abby.
Alias/ Nickname: N/A.
Age: 16.
Gender: Male.
Cabin: 18 - Hebe's cabin.

Appearance: Kindle is of a slightly less than average height, standing at aroud 5'8 feet. Has a thin build, though larger in the hips area. Sloping shoulders, and a head proportionally larger than his body. Chin-length naturally vivid red hair that's thin and completely straight at most times. Light blue-gray eyes that resemble the color of smoke. Small mouth usually slightly open in a look of uncertainty.

Family
Godly Parent: Hebe - Goddess of youth and forgiveness.
Human Parent: Troy Abby - Criminal deadbeat, Kindle hasn't been in contact with him since he was thirteen years old.
Legacy: N/A.

General Information
Personality:Kindle isn't much of anything, and he doesn't know who he is. He's uncertain and hesitant, having trouble when it comes to making tough choices or facing his fears. Kindle is kind and selfless, and will go out of the way to help others if the situation arises. He pushes himself to be more outgoing and open, though doing such things doesn't feel right to him. Easily melded by others and is easily swayed by the thoughts of people around him. Forgiving and not a person to hold a grudge. Kindle is hard on himself and has trouble thinking of himself as anything else other than a screw-up, quickly believing insults of others as if he wants to feel bad about himself. Though not a social outcast, Kindle doesn't go out of his way to start social interaction either. When around other people he quickly becomes stifled, though when by himself it's hard for him to dispel a deep sense of loneliness. Kindle is very observant and quite conscious of himself, noticing every little thing out of place about himself. Self-conscious. Organized and neat for the most part.
Likes: Seeing other people happy, stories with happy endings, day-dreaming and thinking, exploring, organization.
Dislikes: Cruelty, mean people, himself, large groups of people, confrontation, messes, abuse, loud noises, confined spaces, drugs/alcohol.
Talents: Other than his observation skills, not much.

Biography:
Kindle's father was abusive to boot, and the circumstances that he grew up in were less than optimal. A tiny, one room apartment, usually filled with drugs, criminals, and other items of ill respute brought in by his father. Kindle was often neglected or abused by his father, both verbally and physically, whenever Kindle did something wrong or his father was just in a bad mood, it was all the same. Kindle hated this way of living and despised his father, but was too scared to do make any action for help. It was only when a school counselor noticed bruises on the boy's face on multiple different occasions was an investigation was called for, and Kindle was seperated from his father.

What followed was a variety of different foster homes and the such, none of them permanent. The strange thing about Kindle is that he didn't exhibit most of the qualities that other demi-gods did at this age, he wasn't particularly the hero type, and he lacked ADHD or dyslexity. He also didn't encounter much in the way of monsters. This life of uncertainty continued for the next three years, until Kindle was sixteen years old.

At this age, Kindle had his first encounter with the world of the Greek gods. Though not drawn to him due to his godly heritage, a group of empousa cornered him, trying to seduce Kindle and prey on him. The seduction didn't work much on Kindle, and deciding to throw off the act the empousa discarded their disguise and readied to forcefully take their prey. That would of been the end of Kindle right then if it weren't for a satyr, guided by the voice of Hebe to assist her son. The satyr and Kindle escaped, and Kindle was shown the true world, the world where Greek gods existed.

Kindle has been living as a permanent camper at camp half-blood for a little over a month now, adapting to his new world.

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Weapon Name: N/A.
Weapon Type: N/A.
Weapon Appearance: N/A.
Attributes: N/A.
Personal Information
Name: Kelly Harding.
Alias/ Nickname: N/A.
Age: 16.
Gender: Male.
Cabin: 3 - Poseidon.

Appearance: Kelly is short and stubby, standing at 5'5 feet in height. Has chin-length golden blonde hair that's always in a mess, never seeming to go down, and hazel eyes. Fair-skinned. Wide-shouldered and has a large head.

Family
Godly Parent: Chione - Goddess of snow.
Human Parent: Unknown.
Legacy: N/A.

General Information
Personality: Kelly is an adventurous and curious individual, one who will go through all means necessary to find the answer to the wildest of questions. He's bold and courageous, though also quite reckless, barely seeming to care about his personal well-being. Mischevious and fun-loving, Kelly is always up for a good prank. At times, Kelly can be quite presumptious and arrogant. Stubborn as a mule and resolute, there's little that can change his mind once he's set on something. Kind and open for the most part, Kelly craves attention from others, which leads him to performing rash stunts that can often get him injured. Angered easily, and his emotions are easy to alter and manipulate. Frustrates quickly and once in a mood, he becomes cold. (both physically and socially) Deals with an amount of loneliness, abandonment issues, and inadequacy. Very protective towards those he cares about.
Likes: Exploring, adventures, food, fun, attention, hanging out with friends, writing in his journal, reading, warmth, fantasy.
Dislikes: Being touched, insults directed toward himself, condescending people, people who don't go along with this schemes, stuck up individuals, the cold (ironically since he's a son of the Goddess of cold...).
Talents: Kelly has the ability to control cold, to a certain extent. This mostly comes with the onset of emotion, and negative emotions cause his entire body to go cold, which he hates. Otherwise, Kelly doesn't have any notable skills.

Biography:
Kelly grew up in a group home, never knowing who is true parents were. The group home, set to emulate the life of a normal family, wasn't exactly the optimal living space. Kelly didn't make many friends where he lived, he was differerent. He didn't do well in school, which was natural of a demi-god, but this was also due to his slacking off and general disinterest in academics. The only subject he excelled in was English, something someone with dyslexia would usually struggle in. Nevertheless he pushed past his disability. Fantasy and adventure books were Kelly's escape from life and he loved delving into the written world. Kelly always dreamed of having his own adventures and fulfilling a meaning in the world.

Life in the group home was dull for Kelly. He never got along with any of the other occupants and the caregivers were unpassionate and boring, a home that didn't promote much the brain of a developing child. Kelly longed to escape from this world, and one day, he finally did.

Packing up all his meager belongings, Kelly left, to find his own adventure. Hopping on the first train he could find, Kelly left his entire world behind him. The entire world was open, freedom was in his grasp, it was there. Of course, Kelly's plans didn't go exactly as he had planned, and the night he got off of the train he stumbled right onto a group of monsters. Only his reckless bravery allowed him to survive this first encounter, and upon escaping Kelly met his first real link to the world of the gods - a satyr. Opposite of how others usually react when hearing this news, Kelly was overjoyed. He dreamed of adventure, excitement, a meaning, and this world would give him that chance, a chance to truly find his way.

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Weapon Type: N/A.
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ManoftheNorth's Characters

Personal Information
Name: Allen Napier
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): Al, hellion.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Cabin: Twenty
Relationship Status: Single, heterosexual, and looking.

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Relationships
Godly Parent: Hecate - Goddess of Witchcraft, Necromancy, Magic, Ghosts, and Spirits.
Human Parent: Eric Napier
Legacy: Artemis - Goddess of Virginity, Fertility, The Hunt, archery, and seasonal feasts.
Friends: None, as of yet.
Partner: No one at the moment.

General Information
Personality: Allen is a quiet man, of few words to any normal matter, though he has a tendency to let his more ferocious nature out. His connection to his mother's blood, the effects of his immortal blood, are believed to play a part in awakening the "primal" aspect inside Allen. This can both be a good, and bad thing. His more "natural" side has a greater tendency to come out in emotional states of great anger, or in the vice versa of great senses of valor, and necessity to protect, save, or fight.
Likes: Freedom, the wilderness, ladies(not girls), and meat.
Dislikes: Being caged/pent up, being oppressed/suppressed, failing to honor, protect, and save those he cares for in his life.
Talents: Aside from training as a brawler in free-form boxing, kick-boxing, and general fist-fighting, Allen's godly blood grants him powers of Magic/Witchcraft. This power is the ability to transform into predators of the mundane and Godly worlds. He currently has minimal skill with this magic, but he has practiced transforming into a Lion.

Biography:
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Theme Song: "Savage Side of Me" By Miracle of Sound

Weapon Information
Weapon Name: Lefty & Righty
Weapon Type: Cestus

Weapon Appearance:
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Attributes: No special attributes, just Bronze and kills Mythical entities,

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