Full Name: Alexander James Gibson
Nicknames: Alex, Gibbs
Age: 16
Years At Camp: 2
Picture (Optional):
Hair (Length, color, style, etc.): high-and-tight and black
Eyes: Dark Blue
Body Type (Height, weight, etc.): 5'10" 144 lbs
Distinct Markings (Freckles, scars, birthmarks, etc.): Alexander has a scar across his right eye.
Style:
Unarmored- black shirt, red hoody halfway unzipped, jeans, orange shoes, backpack that has his armor and two knives
Armored- Bronze unsleeved cuirass, open-faced helm, two sheathes on either side of his waist has his knives easily accessed, and a broadsword on his back.
Personality: Violent, friendly
God Parent: Ares
Mortal Parent: Anne Lee Gibson
Date of Birth: March 24, 1998
Powers (optional):
Fatal Flaw: Hubris
Other Flaws (at least two others): Quick tempered, arrogant
Weapon(s): Two one-foot Celestial Bronze knives, three foot celestial-bronze broadsword
Pets: A Raven named "Munnin"
Talents/Skills: Dual-knife fighting, sword fighting, quick
RP Example: Alexander finally staggered to the top of the hill. He was tired and bloody after that last fight. But he made it. He was at the top of the hill, and he had finally made to the destination he'd heard about - Camp Half-Blood. It didn't really look that impressive, basically like a regular camp. He tried walking down the hill, to where he saw a gathering of people, but he slipped and rolled down the hill. He panted through the pain in his side, and saw someone looking down at him. "Oh, what the hell. I'm tired." And he closed his eyes for the first time in days, and he slept in peace, having made it to his final destination. For the moment.
Biography: As a kid, Alexander was always bitter because his dad had never been there, and he had never understood why. He lived in Boston, Massachusetts until he was thirteen, when his mother was KIA in the war in Afghanistan. Soon thereafter, he met up with another kid, who he later figured out was a Satyr. As soon as Alex entered New York, though, the satyr was killed by one of the things chasing him. He knew the general direction he had to go, and he eventually found the camp when he was fourteen, when he was tired, bruised, and bloody. There, at the camp, he learns he is the child of Ares, and he is highly skilled with knife fighting and sword fighting.