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“You cannot control me, you cannot control this, I can’t even control this.”

-Bartholomew Scott Garrick
~General Information~

Name:

Bartholomew Scott Garrick

Nick-Names:

Scotty, Barry, Bart, Fuck-Up (Reserved for family).

Sex/ Gender:

Male

Age:

21

Place Of Origin:

Lake Louise, Alberta

Camp Cabin:

Poseidon – Cabin Three

Appearance - 24 Years Old:

~Relationship Information~

Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Straight/Heterosexual

Partner:

None

Godly Parent:

Poseidon

Human Parent:

Lorraine Garrick (Coast Guard)

Siblings:

An older brother and sister

Legacy:

None

Pet/s:

None

Other:

Erin Maria Chase (Cousin, Actual Satan), Syleste Astrea Nioré (Acquaintance, Sweet Dreams), Arianna Louise Watson (Acquaintance, Vodka Neat Four Xanax), Logan Murdock (Acquaintance, Flashlight), Gideon James Carlyle (Acquaintance, Lumberjack), Ky'vie Morgan (Acquaintance, Zippo), Hawley Eames Griffin (Acquaintance, Ezio), Kiran Khanna (Acquaintance, Sunbeam), Jericho Brooks (Acquaintance, Moon Moon), Archer Trey Andrew (Acquaintance, Double A), Colt Malow Winger (Acquaintance, Anger Management), Aella Loraine Stedford (Acquaintance, Daisy Duke), Carmen Latham (Acquaintance, Sapling), Virgil Ponce DeLeon (Cousin, Thriller), Roy Montag (Acquaintance, Jack Frost), Emerald Dosen Armstead (Acquaintance, Northern Lights), Lang Monyethabeng (Acquaintance, Prodigal Sun), Eve Lumière (Acquaintance, Ronda Rousey). 

~Personal Information~

Personality:

Barry is an honest young man, honest to a fault some would say. He has a hard time lying, hiding his inner thoughts, opinions, and emotions. He can be very unstable, as he has almost no handle on his abilities if he begins to use them it is almost impossible to stop them. He requires something to almost immediately take his mind out of whatever was so bad to make him use his abilities in the first place. Barry has a habit of not being trusting. He hasn't trusted anyone since his father claimed him as a demigod, since the first accident of many that would follow Barry for the rest of his life.

To Barry when someone, somehow manages to get past his barriers that he has set up, utilizing sarcasm and harsh truths and becomes close to him, then he has problems with not being completely attached to that person. He would hold them above everything, even his own personal safety and that of everyone else around him. He is plagued by nightmares of the havoc he has wreaked and the lives he has endangered or even ended. As such he usually runs on less than five hours of sleep, typically three. 

In combat Barry views himself as a threat to everyone around him. He lacks the fine tuned control that makes an effective fighter just that. However, his innate control over the elements and weather will not harm himself. Almost as children of Poseidon can survive underneath water for prolonged periods of time, Barry is at home in the midst of a natural disaster. 

Barry's barrier or 'Barryer' as he dubbed it in an attempt to be funny that failed from the moment it began is largely because of the relationship he shared with his family. 

Skills: Barry has worked as a lumberjack for a long time in Alberta building a very strong physique. He has a large amount of stamina and due to a lot of experience fishing he also has adequate practice with a trident.

Biography:
My name is Bartholomew Scott Garrick, if you are reading this memoir -- I am dead.

We'll start at the beginning of this story. I was born in a small fishing town on the outer rim of Lake Louise in Alberta Canada. There I was raised in part by my mother, Lorraine Garrick, my sister Abigail Garrick and my brother Johnathon Garrick. Abby and John taught me how this world works, and my mom made the dinners, made ends meet made everything much easier in my life. I started schooling when I was six years old, but for the sake of this story we're going to need to jump forward to when I was ten.

I was different growing up, I'm not sure I can tell you why but one thing is for certain, everyone knew it. It was no secret in Lake Louise you watched out for the Barry, because he was a freak. Well, our story starts when one day a couple of my fellow students decided they'd finally do something about old Barry. They took me out to the lake, they were hitting me and pushing me and then they held me underwater. They held me and I was scared and then I started feeling more scared, more scared than I had ever been. It was weird it was if I could feel their pain and their fear. Which was odd, when you think about it because they were drowning me.

I was underwater for approximately eight minutes and that was after I started counting, it must've been three minutes by then. That shouldn't have happened but I did, I was scared, maybe it was the adrenaline. But there was a trident above me and then above me was a hurricane. Actually, it was a waterspout, there is a technical difference. Pardon me, so there was a waterspout and I watched a boy get lifted up by this waterspout, then it was in and out, in and out. I woke up later in Jonathon's room afterwards, but neither Jonathon nor Abby was there. Instead there was an overwhelming smell of sea salt, a smell that was completely distinct to me. I had only smelt sea salt once in my life and I was too young to remember the circumstances. Two people were arguing, well one person -- my mother was yelling at a deep voiced man. I heard a lot of shit no one wants to hear when I was sitting in that bed. No had meant to take me on and raise me. Her real kids weren't a freak like me. John and Abby deserved normal lives, that kind of thing, not something you disagree with but something you replay in your head for the next eleven years without pause. The man sounded like Santa Claus and a father would sound like. Granted at this time I had no clue, no clue that this was my father. He just smelled like one that's all.

He came up to my room and he put a light hand on my chin and called me his son. He handed me a necklace, it look Hawaiian but I've been told it has... 'other' origins. The necklace turns into a.. I should leave that out, it's not all that important to the story at hand. Anyway after that my father told me who I was, what I was and what I was destined to be. And then he left me to fend for myself. On one of the islands in Hawaii, that year a volcano erupted that was when I found out I could spur something like that. Again, I'm not going to go into detail about that either. It doesn't matter, everywhere I went I wound up stirring something else up. So I called my dad, the only way I knew how at the time because I was scared and alone so angry at the world. 

My dad met me at the shore by the beach and he told me where to go. It is a... It's a place known as the Delphi Delivery Service. I'm going to die there so please do not look for me anymore. Mom, John, Abby, I love you guys and I'm sorry for everything I did to you. Have a good life. 

Love, Fuck up.

~Demigod Information~

Demigod Abilities:

Geokinesis: Barry inherited his father's skill to literally shake the earth. Barry can create and manipulate earthquakes, fault lines and even split the earth beneath him at his most focused. 

Aerokinesis: Barry inherited Aerokinesis but not at a fine level at all. He'll never be able to use this ability like a child of Zeus, however he can use it in order to whip up hurricane level wins or finely control these winds over water in the form of a waterspout. 

Tsunamis and Tidal Waves: Barry can, if already in a large body of water, create and manipulate absolutely massive and devastating waves that have the ability to crush entire coastal cities. This is however, problematic for an incredulous amount of reasons, primarily, he does not want to devastate coastal cities.

Floods and Droughts: Though Barry can not use this ability by will, if put into a state of complete emotional devastation it will begin to rain. Then, if this state is not removed quickly (within minutes) the rain will increase and increase until it is completely overflowing amounts of rain water that can take over a landscape.

Typical Children of Poseidon Abilities: The usual fanfare of prolonged bouts of being underwater, walking on water, enhanced swimming, and healing when inside water.

~Weaponry Information~

Weapon/s:
Weapon/s Name: πνίγω (Drown)
Weapon/s Type: Trident
Attributes: Typically takes the form of a necklace with a small three pronged trident head, with a seashell on the base. 

Weapon/s Appearance:

~Other Information~

Other: Zeus is good looking and Aphrodite is jelly.

~Theme Song~

Theme Song:
Skinny Love by Alice Kristiansen.

~Lang Monyethabeng~

Lang walked up a hill. It was the seventeenth hill in this damn hilly countryside. There weren’t this many hills where he came from. He heard a small yip from his left ear, undoubtedly Zuko complaining about the bumpiness of the ride. Lang stopped, and cocked his head at the tiny fox sarcastically. “Well I don’t suppose you want to start carrying me, do you?” He asked. Zuko responded with a small lick to Lang’s cheek “well that’s what I thought” Lang answered continuing on down the seventeenth hill. It was as he was walking down this seventeenth hill, as he finally rounded the bend on his journey that he saw it, Camp Half-Blood.

His mother had told him so much about it, she had perfectly described it. From the large gate opening it’s maw to the world inviting in demigods, to the powerful pines that rose up to reach the sky, even the lake defining the camp’s back. Somehow this small summer camp for troubled, yet super powered teens seemed to stretch miles. Lang was baffled. He set foot inside the gate and was immediately overtaken by commotion. Men and women alike were carrying things, moving others and sparring, just out in the field. It was his kind of camp alright.  

He quickly found himself staring at the cabins, didn’t take too long after all. He knocked on the door which slowly peaked open to a sunset paint job filled with oranges, yellows and reds. He took a note off of the back of the door which held with it an envelope with three keys. One for his room, one for the house and one for the infirmary. The note also included instructions to the infirmary, oddly enough Lang felt as though he understood them. The note explained that too, stating that as children of Apollo they held dominance over healing the sick and injured. Explained his natural talent with reading the instructions of the letter well enough. 

Lang through his bag on his door before he and Zuko departed, deciding to get the lay of the land rather than sit in an empty cabin. He found himself wandering around what seemed to be a dining pavilion, seemed simple enough. He waded through crowds of people and watched as they all took some of their food and dumped it into the fire, allowing it to billow out in smoke, seemed reasonable enough must’ve been some kind of proceeding that typically happened with their food. Worshipping their parents and all that. Lang quickly found himself trying to depart the pavilion, but somehow he ended up right back at the cabins. This time he went a different direction that he had when he had begun however quickly, once more he ended up at the pavilion. He looked up towards the trees attempting to deviate from his repeated path, but when it came to it he was shoddy with directions.

Attempting to seek help at the cabins, he found himself at a stable instead. But it was inside this stable that he saw a girl, with black hair, as black as the night who seemed to radiate the light around her itself. He soon found that he was approaching her, even though he had not told his legs to make it so. And soon, he was standing beside her. During the midst of the current heart attack he was undergoing he attempted to make conversation.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, and your equine friend.” Lang said motioning towards the beautifully pale horse. “I’m lost and I seem to be Lang.” He said looking at her puzzled.

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