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Sample role-play: (this cannot be after he/she is claimed this must be some part of your characters live either when they arrive at camp half blood or sometime during their life.)
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Name: Leslie Carter
ReplyDeleteBirth Date/Age: August 14 14 years old
Gender: Female
Picture: http://media.photobucket.com/image/teenager%20riding%20a%20horse/berlyk_2008/fun.png
can you clip it?
History: She is a fairly normal girl living in Coopertown, New York. She is a little over protected by her mom. It's only because Leslie didn't know she is a half blood. She was never given time to really make friends between the chores her mom kept her busy with.
Appearance: AT first site, you see her as shy, but as you get to know her, the truth comes out! Hyperactive and loony. Remeber looks can be desiving.
Personality: As I said before, hyperactive and loony. She is fun to be around most of the time. She can be serious when she need to be, but other than that it's all sunshine and rainbows!
Sample role-play:
I tried to forget what happened today by throwing myself into work. I tried to shake the memory of the BIG bully chasing me all the way home. Most of the time, it wouldn't have scared me, but this guy was HUGE! Its was unnatural. He called me things that under less intense surcumstances I would have made fun of. He called me Child of the gods, which was such a bad comeback, it almost sounded like a compliment. I started the laundry, which was MY laundry. I folded my HOSEBACK RIDING PANTS and my SWIMSUIT neatly and put them in the basket. I neatly folded my other things and lazily threw them into the basket. *More to come!*
Name: April Summers
ReplyDeleteBirth Date/Age: April 12, 1996 Fourteen years old
Gender: Female
Picture: www.enterprisepromotions.com/uploads/products/HY102Y_1121767422.jpg
History: April grew up with her dad in a small house in Philly. Her dad never really let April go outside by herself, he even home schooled her. April was a fast learner and a fast runner. She'd spend all her time in the yard with her dad, of course, running laps, jumping, and climbing the cherry tree they had in their front yard. Later on weird things started happening. People who stare at April when she was out in the yard this her dad or just through random objects forcing her to stay inside. One night her dad woke her up and told her to pack. They were driving to New York at 1 o'clock at night! April fell asleep the whole time her dad was driving but when they arrived they were at a hill in Long Island, New York. Her dad told her to go into one of the cabins and stay there till morning then he kissed her on her forehead and drove into the night.....
Appearance: April is a tall girl with blonde hair that goes up to the middle of her back. Her eyes are a hazel color, but change colors around the edges to match her mood. She usually wears a tank top with any kind of jeans.
Personallity: April is a fun girl to hang out with. She likes to crack jokes and makes smart remarks a lot. April is really fast and quick on her feet. She likes to look at the sky and slow down sometimes.
Sample Role-Play: April was jogging around camp doing as she pleased. She'd take a break every so often sitting down in the grass and looking at the sky or dipping her toes into the cool water of the river. It was nice being at camp even if she was dying to find out who her godly parent was. Things were going great so far. She was keeping in touch with her dad, she mastered her weapon, and made some really great friends. Things were going beautifully. April jogged a few more minutes and headed back to the Hermes cabin to line up for lunch. April sighed. "If only all days were as peaceful as this...." she thought.
Name:Lacy Woods
ReplyDeleteBirth Date/Age:13 07/4/97
Gender:Female
Picture:http://deinofeatdarkspell.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/molly_reduced.jpg
History: Lacy lives with here over protected Dad in New York, New York. He is currently is working on many things like space crafts. Lacy goes to a all girls school. Her Dad doesn't think extra school actives are necessary because he says she far away from home to much already.
Appearance: Reddish brown hair sometimes even blond in the sun light. She sort of short for a 13 year old and she has mist gray eyes that feels like they pierce your skin at first glance.
Personality:Lacy is very stubborn when she doesn't get her way. She's very quick on her feet and good at planning. Lacy is smart for a Half-blood. Doesn't take things very seriously but she tries to make a joke when possible. She likes give all most everything a wacky nickname. And doesn't care what people think of her.
Sample role-play: Her day was going great until Lacy's father told her to pack. He starting pacing around the room, and starring out the window thinking and mumbling how they were going to get the heck out of their apartment. Lacy grabbed her stuff and starting to shove everything in her bag. "Why are we leaving?!?" Lacy demanded. "I have to get you some were safe just like your mother said.". Lacy was to confused to ask questions right now. She thought her mother died in a car crash right after she was born. Lacy and her farther scrambled into the car. And were on her way to Long Island....
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ReplyDeleteName: Meagan Thompson
ReplyDeleteBirth Date/Age: June 19, 9 years old
Gender: Female
Picture: http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/058/9/b/Percy_Jackson_OC_May_O__Brian_by_monkeybananasmoothie.png
History: Meagan was born in Elizabeth, New Jersey. She was adopted by her parents at a young age, and she loved them with all her heart. But, they both died under strange circumstances. She was immediately moved by her strange neighbor, Clover, to a strange camp.
Appearance: She looks rather goth and strange, like death, but she's actually quite cheery and happy.
Personality: Meagan, again, is a very happy and good person who appreciates life the way it is SHe sometimes has nightmares about her mother and father's deaths, but she's fine afterwards.
Sample role-play:
I sat in my New Jersey apartment as I waited for Mom and Dad to come home. THey both threw themselves into their work too much, in my opinion. I kept myself busy by playing a game on the computer.
Anyway, I paused the game when I heard a knock on the door. I stood on a stool, and looked at the peephole. It was a woman in a suit. Not good.
I opened it, and the woman looked at me grimly.
"Hello," she said. "Are you Meagan B. Thompson?"
"That depends," I said. "Who're you?"
She smiled. "I'm Clover Lilac. You probably don't remember me, but I was your social worker when you were still in the foster system. I'm sorry to say your mother and father both passed away today."
My heart crawled into my throat. Was Ms. Lilac telling me what I thought she was telling me? That Mom and Dad were dead? Yeah, she was.
I wiped a tear away, and Ms. Lilac said, "Come on, Meagan. We're going somewhere where you can stay safe."
"Where?" I asked. "An orphanage?"
"No," Ms. Lilac said. "Better."
That was all the clue I got about this place.
Name: Chamira Frudinal
ReplyDeleteB-day/Age: November 24/14
Gender: Female
Picture:
http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j284/chadni98/anime%20girls/597dd868.jpg
History:
Appearance: Her hair is a deep black, really long, her eyes are a really bright and beutiful blue. Can normally be seen in school uniform. (see picture) She can probably be found wearing her black dress pants and a black shirt/sweater on non-school days.
Personality: She's so quiet that people hardly notice her. Loys of boys and girls make fun of her. She's actually really smart, and she has sort of a musical sense. :P
Sample role-play:
I always felt so alone after Mom left.
Not that I wasn't before. I had no friends in school, and people mostly ignored me. Mom was my only friend. She loved me very much, even though my father obviously didn't care enough about either of us to stay. But if he didn't need us, then we don't need him.
We lived in a small neighborhood of houses. The house was really nice, and the rent was a reasonable price. We'd always had just enough, but Mom still worked herself to the bone. It killed me to see her so beat-up after work like that. It always made me wonder what she was so worried about.
But now it seems as though I'll never find out. One day, when I came home from school, Mom wasn't sitting on the couch in the front room waiting for me. I assumed she was working late, so I waited.
And waited...
And waited.....
And waited.......
I know now, okay? So stop it.
Stop trying to...make up these stupid stories about how I have to "understand" that achohol can do bad things to people. And my mom loved me very much.
The only part that's true is that Mom loves me. I know she does. But she didn't drink. She's not dead.
She's not!
SHE'S NOT!
Oh..now I understand, Mom.
It's okay. I'm sorry.
I get it now.
The reason you worked so hard, Mom...
It's because you knew that someday this would happen, didn't you? You were PREPARING me.
Which means..you're not dead. And that no one kidnapped you.
I'll find you! Whatever it takes, I promise I'll find you!
Name: Sam Anderson
ReplyDeleteBirth Date: April 13
Age: 13 and 3/4
Gender: Female
Picture: I'll email it to you
History: She lives at camp half blood. Her mom and dad died while she was still very young, Chiron took her into the big house at camp half blood and cared for her. Sam has just started working as a Protector at Yellow Woods Academy. After about 3 weeks she had to leave to help out at Camp Half Blood.
Appearance: Sam has short dark brown hair that is always in pigtails and has a head band thingy that raps around her head. Her eyes are dark brown and has pale olive skin. She usually wears a loose white shirt with boots and jeans (she still isn't comfortable with showing her goat legs). Last but not least, her horns are a dark red nixed with brown and has just sprouted from her head.
Personality: Sam is shy. She isn't much of a socializer. Sometimes she can overcome her shyness to play her flute in front of other satyrs and stand up for herself and others, but only sometimes that will happen.
Sample role-play: Sam was sitting on a bench by the sword arena watching the Ares cabin practice their fighting skills till one of them came up to her. He said in a low and angry voice "Why do you stay here and watch us fight if you know you cant?" in reply I ran RAN as fast as I could till I reached the woods. In the woods I climbed a tree to the most highest point. When I reached the top I saw the whole Ares cabin running into the woods and let me tell you some of them aren't the most agile. They started yelling in frustration till i sneezed and they found me. They all started climbing up the tree trying to get me, then all of a sudden the tree moved but seemed to be helping me stay on. The Ares cabin went tumbling down and then stared stabbing the tree with their swords. I started to to cry and yell for help till I heard the galloping hoofs of Chiron. "Thank the Gods" I said. When Chiron saw what they were doing to the tree he Yelled at them and as their punishment, They had to clean the dishes for 14 weeks. When the cabin left and they weren't in my sight I finally came down. Chiron told me how this tree was a Nymph, basically a person who's house is a tree. After awhile Chiron told the tree that she was OK and then said get well soon 'Violet'. Like the tree really was a person. It seemed weird to me but I guess I will get used to it.
Name: Amy Stone Birth Date: October 16 Age: 14 Gender: Female Picture: http://im.rediff.com/movies/2009/dec/09sli2.jpg
ReplyDeleteHistory: Amy, and only child and now an orphan, has just arrived at Camp-Half-Blood, led there by April. Before meeting April, Amy and her dad had gotten into a car crash, where her dad died. Amy had left with April, who had come to get her. They traveled to Camp Half-Blood, where Amy found her true home.
Appearance: Amy has almost waist length brown hair (which is usually seen worn in one long braid down her back). She also has huge chocolate brown eyes. She is also very short, which makes her look younger then reality. Amy's typical outfit is shorts and a slim t-shirt.
Personality: Amy is very optimistic. She is also very quiet and shy. Is quick and nimble in both mind and body. Is slightly tom-boyish. Has a great memory, and an obsession with chocolate.
Sample role-play: "Hah!" I crowed. I had won Connect Four yet again against my itouch. I always seemed to win. My dad grinned at me from the rearview mirror. "Will ya give that game a break?" he asked. "Play something else for a while that you can actually loose on." I smiled and picked up my book. "Have it your way," I told him. Suddenly the car swerved. We both jerked in our seats. "If there were any other people on this road we would've been in a heap of trouble," my dad muttered. He was right, the road was strangely deserted. He asked me if I was okay, then kept muttering about how the car was against him. Then the car swerved again, and even though my dad kept stomping on the brakes, the car wouldn't stop. Finally he got the car under control again. "If your mother were here she'd know exactly what to do," he told me. This was one of the few times he had ever mentioned my mom. It was a touchy subject. She had left a while ago, and never came back. As we kept driving, we thought the worst was over. But it wasn't. The car flipped over, and screeched down the road, rolling over and over. Someone screamed. I think it was me. I only saw a blur. Finaly the car came to a stop, and all was silent. I was crushed between the roof and the side door. I pushed on the handle, and yanked open the door, even though it hurt. I tumbled out, a heap of blood, sweat, and fright. What had happened? It was so all of a sudden. With a jolt I remembered my father. But before I could run around the the other side of the upside down car, a gentle hand on my shoulder stopped me. I gasped, but something about this girls warm, hazel eyes stopped me. She looked the same age as me, her long blonde hair swirled around her face in the wind as she smiled. It was a sad smile. "He's gone, Amy, there's nothing you can do." I didn't ask any questions, even though they were all racing through my head. How did she know me? Who was she? How did she get here? I turned and saw my dad, eyes wide in fright, and a trickle of blood down his head. I sat down, dazed, and cried. The girl kneeled down beside me and hugged me, which seemed to give me strength, and courage. She said her name was April. I told her, "My dad had been taking me to a place. He said it was something our mother had told him to do. He never told me where it was or how to get there. What will I do?" "I know of that place," April said. "I will take you there. But we must hurry. Come with me." She stood, and held out her hand. I took it, cast one last look back at the car wreck and my father, and let her lead me away.
Woah. . . you are in serious need of some guys around here XD
ReplyDeleteName: Darkaria Asmodeus
Birth Date/Age: ???/ 15 years
Gender: Male
Picture: http://i53.tinypic.com/ojqs75.jpg
History: ??? Hardly speaks to anyone. He doesn't remember where or how be came to be at Camp Half Blood. He keeps to himself and stays out of the way.
Appearance: He used to be pale but when he arrived at Camp Half Blood he spends all of his free time outside, hiding. His hair is a dark blonde with dark brown eyes to match
Personality: Quite, no-one ever gets to coax more then a couple of words out of him. But he is incredibly deep and is a great 'fictional' writer.
Sample role-play:
An arrow whizzed through the air, lodged itself between the cracks in a large maple tree.
"Good shot" the shadows whispered.
You might think I'm crazy. I sure thought I was crazy. Heck, maybe I am crazy. Since when can shadows whisper? Or move? Or even do anything at all?
Maybe I should have an answer. But I don't shadows and over dark things have whispered to me since I was little. I thought I was normal.
I huffed, a breath of vapor swirling around my face. Normal. Right, like that was ever going to happen.
Behind me I heard a crash and a small trample of hooves.
Hooves?
The sound quietly disappeared and was replaced by the sound of someone shuffling their feet. Obviously in an attempt to be silent. It didn't work.
I whirled around in a small circle, whipping another arrow into its notch and pointing it into the dark forest.
"Brr-ah! Wait!" two hairy arms short out from a place behind a bush.
"Don't listen. . ." the bushes shadow called to me.
I frowned and kept my arrow trained on the its hands as it stepped forward. Shoes slapped the ground in a very useless manner, as if they weren't needed, making the forest shiver with noise.
I cursed lightly, any thing worth hunting was out of range by now, but I watched as the thing slinked forward again.
I didn't know what to make of it.
It. Not him. Not her. It.
Its arms, bare legs, and face where covered with hair. Especially his face. A small beard inched it way down his round face and what seemed like horns where sticking out of his head.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?" it echoed, surprised.
"I asked first"
The thing chuckled. "Well do you know you are trespassing on Camp Half Blood propo-" it cut itself off, its eyes growing large. "Wait! How are you here? Only. . . only demigods and satyrs and approach these grounds."
I shrugged. I didn't need to tell it anything.
"Come. . ." he gulped, a hair arm reaching out towards me"
"No. . ." the shadows hissed, trying to pull at the 'satyrs' pant leg.
I looked around me again and with a blink I dashed through the forest, this time following instead of running.
I have decide to change my Half-blood so Tyler Brown doesn't exist any more and I will make the other post for mine!
ReplyDeleteName: Mikey Lash
Birth Date/Age: March 3 / 14
Gender: Female
Picture: http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/C/CU/CUL/CULLENCHICKK/1239760988_3842_full.jpeg
History: Her mom had died in the air force by a mysterious thunder storm that popped out of no wear. When Mikey found out she ran away from her house and brought only 3 pairs of cloths, combat boots and her mothers 'Purple Heart Award'. She went to school but got kicked out often because she would talk back to teachers and at times (a lot) hurt people without touching them. She has been chased by the police often but they could never find her. She lived in a tree with a little platform.
Appearance: Mikey has piercing blue eyes that are so full of life. Her hair is a bright blonde that goes a little below her shoulders. Her outfit consists of a solid colored long sleeve shirt with a white tank under with jeans and combat boots.
Personality: Mikey is a hard core person. No one has ever tried to become friends with her because of this. She used to be a fun loving person before her mom died though. When you see her face get just the slightest shade of red run away and hide!
Sample role-play:
Mikey was in her geography class when the principal called her up to the office. "Ugggg! What could it be this time?" mumbled Mikey She trudged up to the front office and saw a goat, no MAN no Goat, talking to the principal. "Oh yes I see I will send her with you." said the principal. The man/goat led Mikey to a bus for Juvenile Kids. Mikey trudged up into the bus and walked all the way to the back and sat down.
~~~~~5 hours Later~~~~~~~~~~
This is your stop, now get off. "How pleasant." Mikey mumbled. She got off and saw a girl running towards her. "Ohhhhh great." wait thats a goat, no thats a girl. OMG thats a goat mixed with a girl! Moikey turned to run run back on the bus but it was gone, disappeared out of thin air. "Hey" the goat girl said. "I'm Sam Anderson, the Camp satyr." "Ok, I think I'm going crazy." Then Mikey just blacked out just as winds picked up from around her.
Name: Alex Malone
ReplyDeleteBirth Date/Age: June, 15 / 15
Gender: Male
Picture: http://blogs.dailyrecord.co.uk/teentalk/2009/04/27/boy%20thinking.jpg
History: I live with my Model dad in a mansion in Holly Wood, California. As most child's of models their parents got in a divorce, well thats what my dad said at least. I am home schooled, but is is very hard for me to learn because I have ADHD and Dexlexia. Bummer right! I have grown up around people a lot, but I have never had a real friend (exept for my home school teacher). Many of you would say well you got good looks so it shouldn't matter about having real friends, you can and will be famous. Well sometimes I wish I wasn't famous or even have a model as a father.
Appearance: I have a buzz cut on my dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. My every day outfit is skinny jeans and a loose gray top with back vans. Hot right? And for the record Justin Beiber took my look!
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=30005463
Personality: I am loving and at times I get a BIG ego going on. I am not afraid to speak my own ideas or shoot for Olympus. Oops, did I just say Olympus I meant to say stars. I will stand up for people in need but only if they say I'm hot. There goes my ego! I love doves and will always love mother earth and the foam from the sea.
Sample role-play: It was late at night and I was waiting for my dad in his privet jet. He said that we would be taking a trip to Long Island New York. As usual he was late and I was staring out the window with my teacher. All of a sudden my teachers phone started to ring, he answered it and I heard my dad yelling on the other end. After he hung up my teacher told the pilot to fly and in 5 hours we made it to long Island New York.
When we landed my teacher took a parked car and pushed me into it. I didn't understand why he was stealing a car but I guess we would have to deal with that later, because by the looks of it we were halfway to a.......... Strawberry farm???????
When we got there he pushed me out of the car and into a mud pile, but it was on accident. (But still he ruined a hot face! There goes my ego.)HE helped me up and told me to go to the cabin with the number 11 on it. I did because I was always taught to listen to my elders. When I got in there were 7 beds taken by girls and the other taken by a boy. I decided to take the bed near the boy. Before I drifted off into a deep sleep I remembered that I had all my clothes left on the privet jet.