http://www.camphalfblood.org/t139-zachary-s-charactersName: Zachary
Age: 18 (<- Changing the age)
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Blonde
Height: 5’11
Body Type: Slim
Skin Color: White, but not too pale
God Parent: Zeus
Mortal Parent: Anna
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: None
Talents: A born leader, and a superb swordsman.
Weapon: 2 long swords of celestial bronze, and a celestial bronze shield.
Flaws: Would risk his life for anyone (even enemies), has a fear of any big body of water (such as a lake, the ocean, and deep enough rivers.), and he bottles his anger. He can also be very stubborn.
Powers (must relate to god parent; optional): He can fly for about three seconds, and when he does, he can only reach an altitude of 20 feet, and this is when he’s very concentrated, so he can hardly do it with his ADHD. He can summon a lightning bolt, but when he does, he can hardly walk afterwards due to exhaustion. He can create electricity to a certain extent. He can shoot a 40 bolt volt out of his sword or any point he has up to 8 times a day, but it’s not nearly as powerful as his lightning bolt, and usually just stuns the opponent for a second or two. He can also control the air (a quick gust, only around .5- 1.5 seconds), and at maximum can push up to 150 pounds a couple up to five away, but he could only do this about three times a day. He is resistant to electricity.
Life before CHB: Zack was born in Elgin, Illinois and lived there with his mom until the age of ten. They then moved to New York, close to Camp half blood, as his mother knew she would eventually have to let Zack go there. For two years he went to school until a satyr, named Nicholas, told him of his heritage. He was then rushed to Camp Half-Blood, where he fought and killed a Scythian Dracanae on the way, though hardly surviving.
RP Example:
“Ugh…” Zack groaned as he woke up. He looked out side his window. It was already a bright day out.
“How long did I sleep in?” He asked himself, as he looked at his alarm clock. It was 9:00 am.
“Great.” He mumbled, as he rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through his long hair. It was a good thing it was a weekend, he had the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted to. After putting his gear on, he steeped outside of his cabin. It was a nice day out, not too cold, not too hot. He silently decided to go to the training area and practice against a straw dummy. After Zack stretched his muscles, he took out his sword and started to attack it swiftly in between its armor.
“Touché!” Zack said, as he imagined the dummy swinging its sword. He parried the swings. After he dodged an imagined swing to his head, Zack swung horizontally at its neck. The straw head rolled away.
“Good show, my lad. Good show.” He patted at the straw man’s shoulders, walking off to the bathroom where he could shower.
Any notes about your characters: When his anger bursts, he goes into a rage for about ten minutes, where he uses all of his powers. After this, he blacks out.
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Name: Thaddeus "Hammer" Palmer
Age: 18 (<- Also changing age)
Gender: Male
Eyes: A ferocious red
Hair: Brown
Height: 6 foot
Body Type: Muscular
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Kratos (Cratus)
Mortal Parent: Mary
Country of Origin: America
Pets: None
Talents: Anything requiring great strength.
Weapon: A large celestial bronze hammer, weighs approximately 200 pounds. Disguised as a small twig.
Flaws: He always feels like he must prove his worth. He gets angry easily, and never stops fighting when he starts until his opponent is dead or has surrendered.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Incredibly strong, as he can bench up to 400 pounds. When he is in a "Fight or Flight" situation, he can lift up to 500 pounds.
Life Before CHB: Thaddeus lived with his mom until the age of 6, when she died in a car crash. He was raised in an orphanage there, where he usually bullied kids. He played sports, and also worked out at an early age, benching 125 pounds at 10 years old. At the age of 13, he was found by monsters but, due to his training, destroyed them. He was sent to camp thanks to a Satyr named James.
RP Example:
"Ha! Try to swing harder, little man!" Hammer said, blocking the vertical swing of his opponents sword with the long handle of his hammer. He made a dent in the ground with his hammer to scare him, but it did no good, as he tried to stab Hammer's leg. Hammer grabbed the sword and threw it as hard as he could in the other direction. He raised his hammer.
"Stop! I surrender!" The scared boy said, running off to where his sword was thrown.
"COWARD!" Hammer bellowed in his direction, smiling evilly.
Any notes about your characters: Has a soft spot for his friends, and will protect them when needed with his life.
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Name: Arthur Alexander Wallace
Gender: Arthur is a male.
Race: Arthur is a demigod.
Skin Tone: Although white, Arthur is a bit tanned – just not tan enough to call him tan.
Eye Color: Arthur has unique and piercing purple eyes that are somewhat reflective.
Hair Color: Arthur has brown hair.
Hair Length: His hair goes down to his ears. It’s not super curly, but it does have a nice wave to it.
Height: Arthur is five feet and ten inches tall.
Weight: Arthur doesn’t weigh all that much, a humble one hundred and fifteen pounds.
Body Type: He’s rather on the skinny side, although he does have some muscle on him.
Mortal Parent: Arthur’s mortal parent is unknown unfortunately.
Godly Parent: Arthur’s godly parent is Hermes.
Place of Birth: It’s also unclear as to where Arthur was born.
Date of Birth:
He doesn’t know his true date of birth, although it could be inferred by the orphanage (since he was only a couple days old) to be July 14th, 1997. <--Arthur is now 18 years old.
Weapon: Arthur carries two weapons, a celestial bronze dirk that has an encrusted diamond on its rather elaborate hilt with the design of two snakes on it, and a cane that was found with him as a baby (looks just like Sly Cooper’s cane), the curve to the top of it made of celestial bronze. Sometimes he will use a bow and arrow, which he is pretty good at.
Armor: Arthur doesn’t sport heavy armor, as he’s more about his agility. He wears strong, but very flexible leather armor. It may not be the strongest, but it can absorb the blow of a medium powered slash.
Powers: When his stealth and guile don’t work in a situation, Arthur has the ability to talk himself out of a tight spot with his persuade ability. He is a lot more persuasive than normal in this mode. He can use this three times a day, although he doesn’t use it a lot because he’s already a gifted speaker.
He is also able to become fast; twice as fast as his normal (which is already pretty quick to begin with). In this mode he can dodge attacks quicker, run faster, etc. He has worked with this ability long enough to be able to summon this speed for five minutes total. It helps him make a lightning quick getaway, along with helping him in tight corners when he’s surrounded by foes. After he uses it though, he is very exhausted, and can’t do it for the rest of the day.
He also has an uncanny ability to know where he is at any conscious moment.
Pets: Arthur has no pets.
Skills/Talents: Arthur is a near-master thief and could steal nearly anything he wanted to, granted it isn’t too impossibly guarded, but even then, given enough time, he could find a plan to work it. He’s also very agile; he can jump from tree to tree without hurting himself and dodge slashes and thrusts like he was born to. With the help of his hooked cane, he can swing from pole to pole, and be confident he won’t make any mistakes. Arthur is also excellent at speechcraft. He can be so stealthy so you wouldn’t even know he was there, hardly making any noise with each step he took. He can notice things others can’t, remember how a room was and know when something is misplaced, and is talented with a bow and arrow.
Flaws: Arthur is a bit over confident with his abilities, and sometimes thinks he can conquer most anything with his abilities. He tends to show himself as selfish, along with being uncaring and untrusting, although behind that mask he’s a caring person, and wants the best for others. He has three long scars across his face, one on his forehead going diagonally down to his right eye, another to the left side of his straight nose going down diagonally to a bit above the right side of his lip, and one scar from the upper left side going down diagonally to the right side of his cleft chin.
Strengths: Arthur is a master at being to himself, keeping his feelings out of reach of others. If you give him anything that requires any agility, Arthur can do it with ease. He can persuade people out of or into things with a couple precise words. He’s smart but not at a genius level intellect, so he’s good at math and some sciences, although he mostly uses his intellect for planning. He can be good when he doesn’t have anything planned.
Weaknesses: Arthur doesn’t do well at taking commands from others, even if it were to be a high ranking official, and can sometimes lead him to his own failures. He can be easily overpowered in a one to one fight, and can be somewhat haunted by his memories of the orphanage he grew up in when someone brings it up. He would risk his life to know more about his mother.
Fears: Arthur has a deep fear of his feelings being hurt, which is why he keeps to himself and doesn’t talk much about himself. He fears losing the ones he calls friends, and fears that he will never find anything about his mother.
Personality: Arthur, although he portrays himself as a selfish, uncaring, and untrusting kid, is quite a caring individual on the inside. If a person were to look at his resumé, they would often immediately think him to be a man who is untrustworthy and would steal anything of value, but that is quite the opposite. He’s a man of his word, and when he promises something he means it. He will hardly ever lie, though he thinks omitting things from his statement doesn’t count as lying. The reason he steals things is to help others, much like Robin Hood. He steals from those who are greedy and evil to give to people that are less fortunate, and he views this as a noble thing to do.
Accent/Dialect: Arthur has a northern American accent, it doesn't sound New Yorkian or anything.
Likes: Arthur likes stealing things and being his agile self. The thrill of a heist is not matched by anything he has ever known. He also has a liking of his natural purple eyes. He likes showing off his talents and being complimented for them.
Dislikes: Arthur hates being slowed down by others, whether it be at agility or intelligence. It also bothers him a lot when people ask him about his past or what he’ll do in the future. He hates when people think they know things about him and being nagged.
Social Status (e.g. loner, popular): Arthur is a loner, although he may have one or two people he would call friends.
Appearance: Arthur is a slim but somewhat lean 15 year old who has brown, wavy hair that goes down to his ears. He would have had a perfectly handsome face if it weren’t for the three scars that ran across it. His ears are normal sized, and his fingers are long and nimble. His arms and legs are a bit longer than normal, but he doesn’t have freakishly long arms or anything. And muscular he may not, his muscles are defined. He has a noticeable four pack and small but good looking biceps.
Summer or Year Rounder: Arthur is a year rounder.
Years at Camp: He has been in camp for 6 years. (Changing from 3 to 6 due to age difference)
Life Before CHB:
In west Philadelphia born and raisedArthur Alexander Wallace was born in…well, no one knows where. All Arthur remembers is the hell hole that was the orphanage. As a nearly new born baby, he was put there, a couple of days old with a cane and a small 2x4 card with his name on it. Nothing about his past is known about him other than that. He was raised in that small orphanage in New York on Long Island. He was given the very basic of necessities, hardly any water, hardly any food, and clothes that never fit. He didn’t have any friends there – well, there was Ernest. Ernest was his only friend in the orphanage, the only one he could get along with. Arthur would notice the evils in the orphanage, the many bullies that would take the toys and food that the weaker children had for themselves. Of course no one would stand up to them, the bullies were stronger and more powerful than the others. But Arthur…he had a plan.
He would steal the stuff back. Sure, Arthur didn’t have the strength of the brutes, but he did have stealth that they didn’t have. So while they weren’t looking, Arthur would go and take the toys and food from the bullies’ stashes he would steal them back for the weaker of the children. Ernest would often help making plans as to when they were to go and take back, and Arthur would simply execute the plans. The bullies tried to steal the things back, but they always ended up in the hands of the children it belonged to. It was a good time, although short lived.
Then Ernest was adopted by some rich family. Arthur’s only friend left him. He had never expected that to happen, and was deeply saddened by this fact. It was often difficult to steal things now; he couldn’t without Ernest’s brains. He would get caught, and punched and kicked by the bullies if he didn’t talk them out of doing so. So he eventually learned to formulate his own plans. Which he did, but he had no one to share the experience with. He had this empty feeling inside he couldn’t fill. The weaker children were too scared to help, and the bullies too arrogant to share.
At the age of twelve, he snuck out of the orphanage with his cane in hand. It was the middle of the night, no place to go, but he knew he had to leave the orphanage. He knew there had to be something better than that place, anything. Luckily, although he didn’t know it then, his father was the god of travel and of roads. His feet seemed to know where to go, and he followed them. Up to the hill of the camp, where he was greeted by a fury.
He tried his best to attack back, but he had never trained to battle before. To sneak, yes. He would catch his opponents off guard, use the element of surprise, but he couldn’t now. He would swing his cane at it, but it wasn’t working. He was then clawed across his face, leaving behind then the three scars he has now. And at that moment, the fury disintegrated, leaving in view an archer up the hill. But by then Arthur was bleeding out by all of the various cuts and gashes the fury left, and he blacked out. After a couple of days of coming in and out of consciousness, he awoke in the infirmary, being told things like how he was a demigod.
Role-playing Example:
This was it, the big heist. Arthur had been planning this one for quite a while now, and was excited to put it into play.
Today was the day he was going to steal the diamond. It wasn’t a ridiculously large diamond, but it definitely wasn’t a small one, either. It was a good sized diamond, and would fetch a small fortune of money, but Arthur didn’t want it for money. He was planning to make himself a dagger. His cane was good, but in combat? It was almost impossible to defend himself with his cane. He could bash monsters with it, but bashing wasn’t enough when it was hardly anything to bash with. He wanted his dagger to be special to him, nothing bland or unoriginal. He had sketched the design in his crowded cabin of the dagger. It had a sweet snake design at the hilt, but he was missing one thing. This diamond. He had everything else, a Hephaestus kid, after some coaxing, agreed to make the dagger for him. And now was the moment of truth.
It was a small museum not too far from camp, nothing fancy, but it was a good museum, filled with various pieces of art and history. This particular diamond was once the king of France’s, Charles VIII. It was probably in his treasury, hidden there with all of the piles of wealth the man had.
Arthur had climbed up to a small platform that was on the third floor of the building, the window there being always open because, as Arthur had found out, the AC in the particular room never worked. When he found out, he knew it was the perfect place to start. The diamond was on the bottom floor, in the room dedicated to the French. Along with the diamond in that room, there was a guillotine that was used way back in the French revolution, some paintings made by Simon Marmion and Jean Fouquet, and a sculpting by Michel Colombe. It was one of the more elaborate rooms, and was heavily guarded, but Arthur had a plan.
He went down the second floor and stood still, listening for any noise. Some foot steps… but they were near the opposite end of where Arthur was. Nothing to worry about, he could quietly head to his first objective, the keys. The keys allowed a person to be able to open windows from the outside. They were in the custodial room, and the door was unlocked. On a rack they hanged, and Arthur quickly snatched them and headed downstairs, and not a moment too soon. A toilet flushed from the second floor, close to where the stair case was, and then a door closing. The footsteps trailed off in the other direction.
Silently, Arthur headed to Native American themed room. His plan here was to cause a distraction loud enough for the guards in the French room to hear it, and abandon their posts to check what was wrong. During that time, he would have to quickly get out of the window in this room, and head to the window in the French room. With his cane, he put it around the neck of a mannequin that was wearing some traditional Indian clothing, and he pulled it to the ground, making a loud crash against the floor. He heard some mumbling and some quick footsteps from the French room, that was good. He quickly ran to the window in the room, opened it up and jumped out of it, closing it behind him. From there he swiftly ran across the green grass to reach the window of the French room. He took the keys out, looking through them until he found a key labeled ‘French Window’ and put the key in the lock of the window. It fit perfectly, and Arthur silently turned it, letting the windows open.
Just as he had hoped, there was no one in the French room. Ah, so joyous. He left the window open, and headed to the display glass that held the diamond. He knew from when he was surveying the place before that the place relied all on guards, no computer security, as the museum was quite old, and the people didn’t have enough money to install expensive survey equipment. With this knowledge in mind, he lifted the glass box off of the display table with his leather gloves on. There the diamond was, now perfectly in grasp. He took it, and held the stone in his hands. Such history behind the diamond, owned by a king in 1483, and now it was Arthurs. He didn’t want the guards to be fired, no; they were working for their families…so Arthur had crafted a replica of the diamond. Well, he didn’t craft it per se, he just convinced a Hephaestus kid to. He placed it right where the real diamond was, at the exact same angle and everything. Placing the glass box back over the display, he left the room through the window he opened. He had won.
Notes: Nope, I think I have everything.
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I'm not transferring over Nigel.
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