John the Wolf's characters

Name: Arkarian Lost

Age: By looking at him you would think that he is 17 years of age

Gender: He is male, otherwise I would not be saying 'he' is a he

Eyes: Black
Hair: Black
Height: 5'10
Body Type: Picture
Skin Color: Caucassion

God Parent: Hestia(sorta)

Mortal Parent: Doesn't remember him.
Faoster Parents: Maria and Henry Lost(Doesn't remember them)

Country of Origin: USA
Pets: None

Talents: Excelent fighter, pyrotechinics

Weapon**: Arkarian uses a 5 foot long CB sword that he keeps sheathed on his back. He also uses a righ-handed glove with CB spikes weaved into the knuckles. He also carries a bow, and some CB tipped arrows

Flaws: Somewhat emotionless, He has a hard time understanding things at times, and he doesn't remember anything zbout his past, except for his name and how old he was. Everything else is a blank

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Arkarian has fire abilities. Basically he can set his body on fire with ease and that lasts for about 4 minutes at the most before he needs to sleep for like a day and a half. He can also throw baseball-sized fireballs and shoot streams on fire from his hands. He can use either of these abilites 25-30 times a day, and he will get lightheaded slightly after each time. After 30 he will need to sleep for at least 48 hours. The jets of flame are 5-8 feet long and 2-3 feet wide and he can keep them going for 5 minutes.

Life Before CHB: Arkarian was born in Seattle and instantly abandoned by his father. He was sure to die unless someone saved him, so his mother, Hestia, was forced to intervene in his life tokeep him from dieing. He was magically transported to a foster home where he was adopted soon by a family that would take care of him till he turned 17. Arkarian grew up a normal child who spent his days playing sports, hanging with friends, and generally being a free spirit. However he never could get a grasp on human emotions easily and he had trouble underrstanding what it meant to be human or what humans are normally like. On the night of his 17th birthday he went to bed and didn't wake up until 3 days later in a place called Manhatten with no memory of anything except his name and how old he was. After being attacked in New York, and talking with a woman, he was found by three demigods who were brought him to camp(Refer to Rp Example for whole story on that).


RP Example*: Arkarian awoke from his long sluber and yawned rather loudly. He sat up and looked around, wondering where he was at or more importantly, who he was. He couldn't remember a thing from the day before, or the past 17 years for that matter. Quite frankly a;; he could really remember was his name and that he was 17 years old. He got up and looked around trying to figure out where he was at. He looked down and dusted himself off, then looked back up and picked a random direction, and started walking. He continued walking till he strolled into the city limits of a place called Manhatten, New York. He walked up to a random place and stepped inside. "Excuse me, but where am I?" He asked a total stranger.

"You're in Manhatten, you idiot, now leave me alone before I call the cops." The man said rather rudely.

"Uhm, ok then..." Arkarian said and then turned and walked off trying to figure out how he got here. He ran through his blank mind trying to figure out why he couldn't remember anything about his mom, his dad, or any of his family. "What am I doing here?" He asked himself, not really expeecting an answer, "And why can't I feel anything..except complete confusion...?" He continued walking until he heard a growl that stopped him in his tracks. He turned and his eyes widened as he saw a massive black dog glareing straight at him. The dog bark so loudly that it nearly defened Arkarian. The mutt came straight at him, and Arkarian turned and started running for his life trying to survive. He kept running with the massive beast just barely behind him. He ran until he tripped over a tree root, in the park. He turned over otno his back and started crawling backwards just wanting to put as much distance between him and the monster. When that failed he raised his arms up to sheild himself and closed his eyes, not wanting to see the claw come down and shred him to pieces.

But nothing happened. He opened his eyes slightly and what he saw made them buldge to where they nearly popped out of his head. The beast was somehow on fire. He looked around quickly, but no one but him was there. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were on fire. 'Fire!' He thought as hewent from his hands to the beast and back again. 'But. But how? I don't feel anything!' He thought to himself as the giant beast burned away to nothing.

"You have finally discovered your powers." A woman said from behind a tree that she walked out from behind. "Now you are ready to come to the camp, Arkarian."

"Who? Who are you? And why do you talk to me like you know who I am?" He asked the woman.

"You'll find out in time." The woman said and then walked away. She wouldn't say it to him yet, but Hestia had to erase his false memories for him to except who he was. She knew his past, but that was something that he needed to figure out for himself.

"Wait! Tell me who you are! I don't know you!" Arkarian called out, but somehow the woman was gone, as if she was never there. Instead three kids came running up to him....armed with swords?

"Where's the hellhound?" One of them asked, but another smacked him upside the head.
"Leave the guy alone. The hellhound is gone, we need to get him back to camp now." The third one said.
"What's your name?" The second one asked.

"Ar..Arkarian." He answered them still confused by all of this.

"Come with us. The camp isn't far." One said and the three left.

Arkarian followed them hoping to figure out who the woman was, and how he lost his memories.

Any notes about your characters:

Real Name: Dylan Whitlock
Age: 17
Gender: If he's not a boy then something is really wrong with this picture
Eyes: Dark Red
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'11
Body Type: Picture
Skin Color: Caucassion

Roman God Parent: Lucifer
Mortal Parent: Miranda Whitlock(Either MIA or Deceased, Dylan doesn't know)
Step Father: Hector Hurst(Taught Dylan almost everything he knows)
Country of Origin: American
Pets: N/A

Talents: Counterintellegence training, Master of several different martial arts including Tai Chi, Jujitsu, and Takwando(yes I probably spelled this wrong), speaks a multitude os languages
Weapon**: Usually carries a IG sword on his back and some IG daggers(sheathed to his back at the waist), also a bag of throwing knives and shuriken, and an archery set(IG of course), but he is deadly with nearly any weapon
Flaws: Trust issuse, Holds Grudges for too long, Will get Revenge on you unless you can convince him that nothing good will come of it, Too secretive of his past(Oh please any revenge seeking spy would be secretive), and never stays in one place for a long time, so it's hard for people to get close to him.
Powers: None

Life Before CJ*: Dylan has had an...interesting past, to put it midly anyway. His life started when a young, beautiful CIA agent by the name of Miranda Whitlock met the god of the morning Star, Lucifer. They fell in love and had a child by the name of Dylan Whilock, but then Lucifer had to leave and Miranda married a former Black Ops operative named Hector Hurst. Our story into the life of Dylan begins when he was 3 years of age. At this time he showed a bright intellegence and amazingly a precise accuracy when throwing knifes and other weapons of that nature. However at the same time, Miranda was givin a mission that she couldn't turn down and left to complete it right away. Something went wrong during the operation, however, and Miranda hasn't been heard from ever since. Because of this news Hector took it upon himself to teach Dylan anything he would need to know to survive in the cut throat world of counter intellegence and covert operations. At the age of 5, Hector trained Dylan to the peek of his physical stature and kept him on a strict diet so that he wouldn't lathargic and lazy all the time. This lasted till Dylan was 7, and then Hector moved to mental intellegence which lasted for another 5 years before Dylan was ready to meet the standards of the CIA's training regimin. Hector brought Dylan to the CIA and made Dylan demostrate his skills. After a week of demostration, Dylan was intigrated into the program where he met a young girl by the name of Rebel Dragovitch. He felt like they had a bond, because they both had no idea where there mother's were and they had several things in common with each other. That all changed though after each of them got their first missions. Dylan was assigned to locate a disarm a bomb that was going to be detenated in Washington D.C. near the Capitol building. After going through the proper security clearances and screenings, Dylan worked silently from the air ducts and rooftops searching for anything suspicous. When he couldn't find anything he started to lose hope and wondered if the attack was going to happen. Suddenly though something caught his eye and he went to observe it. It was the bomb, strategically placed in the roof above the Library of Congress. He wondered why someone would want to blow up the Library but didn't dwell on the thought. He acted quickly and diffused the bomb with merely 5 seconds to spare. After the success of his mission he was sent to a high into higher training along with Rebel, who had also successfull completed her mission. Dylan was 15 when he was entered into the program. After he and Rebel became closer friends she left for Gallagher and Dylan felt all alone. His mind started getting the idea that Rebel left because she didn't want to have anything to do with him, although he did argue with himself that that wasn't the case. Meanwhile he was sent to the Covert Operations Branch of Westpoint Military college as the youngest spy in his class. He excelled so quickly that by the time he was 16 he was a senior at the school and preparing to be realesed into the world. However a week before graduation he heard about how Rebel had vanished from Gallagher and no one had seen her. He graduated a week later and went out in search of Rebel. After a year of searching he was found by Lupa and then made his way to CJ. He lives there now wondering where Rebel could be.

RP Example*: Dylan awoke to the sound of a loud crash. He sat up and then quickly and quietly got out of bed and got dressed. After a few seconds he was walking out of the barracks with his sword in his hands. Once he stepped out the door he knew something was wrong. He scanned the area, but saw nothing, suddenly his eyes widened and he jumped forward just as an arrow hit the concreate where he was just standing. He turned suddenly and saw a masked figure draw a sword and drop down from the roof of the barracks and charge, Dylan. Dylan smirked though and postioned himself to deflect the blade and flip him over onto the ground. The swords clashed, but instead of him finishing his plan the figure turned the sword so that he wouldn't be disarmed and then started push Dylan back. Blades clashed as the two combatents fought for what felt like hours. Dylan became weary as the battle raged on and soon he made a mistake. The masked figure capitalized on it and disarmed, Dylan. The figure thrust his sword into Dylan's gut, and he knew the battle was over. "Who...who are you?" Dylan coughed out.

The masked figure turned his head slightly and then removed the fabric concealing his face. The person had shaggy, brown hair, that hung just barely below his eyebrows, a rounded jaw line, and smooth skin complection. But the thing that was most distinugishing were the eyes. Dark red, and filled with a lust...a lust for revenge, and ages of experience at his trade. The figure smirked and Dylan's eyes widened. "No, It' can't be...." He said as everything went to black. The last thing he saw before he lost conciousness was the figure. Dylan was staring......at himself. Everything went to black, and Dylan woke up, sweat running down his body, and his breathing was hard. "It was just a dream, Dylan.....just a dream...." He said to himself as he climbed out of bed and prepared for the day ahead.

Any notes about your characters: Theme Song: Vengance by Woe Is Me

Isn't Lucifer a Roman god? You've listed him as Norse....

Mhm.... It's an interesting idea, but we already allow kids of Hestia; she has a lot of sons and daughters, so that sort of throws the whole automaton/"only son of Hestia" part out the window. I'm not sure I'd allow a one-third automaton character, either.

Setting himself on fire for 5 hours is too long. How large are his streams of fire? How hot is his fire in degrees Fahrenheit?

I'll edit the history to work out and the weapons as well.

But for the powers would 2 to 3 hours work for setting himself on fire?

And the streams of fire are about 10 to 15 feet at full extension and in degrees Farenheit would 350-400 be good?

Oh Yeah I forgot all about that when I copied the form *facepalm* Stupid stupid stupid

But yes he's meant to be a Roman not a Norse

350-400 degrees Fahrenheit sounds good. 10 to 15 feet for the streams may be a bit too much....

2-3 hours is still too long. Anybody we've allowed to have Human Torch-esque powers would at most be on fire for 2 to 4 minutes.

Approved. Your character has been assigned to the Second Cohort.

5-8 feet?

And 4 minutes will work for setting himself a blaze. I'll edit it in when I fix the history

How wide are the streams and how long can he control them?

They are about 2-3 feet wide and he can control them for 5 minutes possibly 10 if he wants to be incapacitated for a few hours.

So is it just like a straight jet or does it sort of fan out? The longer it is, the less wide it'll have to be....

Straight jet. Plain and simple move.

In your notes, it still says he's part automaton. For his fireballs, do they just go in one direction if thrown? How long would they last if he's just holding it in his hand?

They go in whatever direction he sends them. He sends it right it goes right. Etc.

And if he's just holding it then it will flicker away after 5 minutes

I think holding his stream for up to 10 minutes is a bit much.

(I'm just going to assume he can only use his Human-Torch power once a day.)

Then its just for 5 minutes on the stream.

Please edit that in.

Characters are not allowed to have had contact with his/her god parent before camp (in reference to him talking to Hestia in Life Before CHB).

Edited

Approved.

Name: Dereck James
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 5'7"
Body Type: Picture
Skin Color: Caucassion

God Parent: Psyche
Mortal Parent: Hunter James
Country of Origin: USA

Pets: N/A
Talents: Sign Language, Musician/Singer
Weapon**: A 3 foot Cb sword

Personality: Dereck has a pretty laid back attitude for the most part. He doesn't really fight much but when he does he gets very aggressive on account to his competetiveness and he automatically hates himself and mentally points out the mistakes he made. He's a perfectionist at heart and doesnt want to let people down when he does something for others so he tends to avoid most people. He has no problems with making friends, he's just afraid of failure in what he does so he remains reclusive to most people. Another reason for his cut off sense of nature is due to the learning of his father's death this year.

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): N/A

Life Before CHB*: Dereck James was born in Los Angeles, California. He was conceived when his father, a very wealthy man named Hunter James, met the goddess Psyche. They dated for a few months and then Psyche became pregnant with Dereck. 9 months later, Dereck was born and Psyche had to leave much to her grief. Hunter wasn't happy with her leaving but he didn't want Psyche to get in trouble with the other gods and goddess by trying to get her to stay. Hunter raised his only son Dereck to the best of his abilities, being very busy with work and all that. Dereck showed a very great intrest in music and begged his father to give himlessons in as many instruments as he could. By 6 Dereck had taken lessons in guitar, drums, piano, trumpet, violin, and several other instruments. His perfectionist nature began to show when he turned 10 and decided he wanted to take singing lessons. This was very hard for him and he became angered and frustrated whenever he screwed up and had to start over. The lessons lasted for 3 years and by the time they had finished, Dereck had been claimed by his mother and Hunter sent him to Camp Half-Blood. Dereck was a summer camper only for 2 years, but that changed the summer he turned 16. He was getting ready to go to camp and had arrived there, having stayed for a mere weak before the message came. He was at the ampitheater with a few of his friends in the apollo cabin and a few of his sisters whom he grown very close to. They were playing away to just about anything that came to mind, everyone cheering up Dereck so he wouldn't flip out when he messed up, when a pigeion came and landed on the neck of Dereck's guitar. Attached to the birds leg was a note and on that note it stated that Hunter had died in a collision with a drunk driver. Dereck is stilled devestated by the loss of his father and many of the friends he has made he hasn't talked to in weaks. He's even cut himself off from his own siblings....well the ones that actually care....

RP Example*: Dereck awoke in his cabin and looked around. Hebreathed a sigh seeing that everything in his little corner was how he left it the night before. He pulled himself out of bed and got dressed in a simple pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, along with a light grey jacket. He looked around the cabin and then shrugged and decided to put on his beenie then left.

He took a nice little stroll through camp, having gotten his guitar from the ampitheater where he keeps all his personal instruments, and stopped for a second before entering the beach. He found a nice large stone to sit on and then started playing his acoustic, not really playing anything imparticular, just playing random songs all mashed together.

Any notes about your characters:

I don't see any specific place where you say your flaws. Can you bold them if they're in the personality block? Or can you make a little section for them?

Better?

Approved.

Name: Tracy McRain
Age: 15
Gender: female

Eyes: brown
Hair: green
Height: 1,75 m.
Body Type: thin,tall
Skin Color: pale beige

God Parent: Ares
Mortal Parent: Samantha McRain
Country of Origin: Scottland

Pets: a blue parot
Talents: archery, running. climbing
Weapon**: a bow and arrows(CB) and a Cb double-tipped spear

Personality: hot-tembered, stubborn, kleptomaniac

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can cause people to be angry at nothing with they make eye contact with her. The anger they feel is a mild temper that makes people have the urge to punch a wall for just about any reason they can find. This is something that Tracy has no control over and the anger lasts for a total of 3 minutes at best.

Life Before: In the lands of a beautiful country called Scottland, a young woman by the name of Samantha McRain met the powerful god of war, Ares. The two fell for each other and after dating a couple of weeks, Samantha became pregenant. 9 months later she gave birth to Tracy and then Ares had to leave them. Samantha was upset by this but raised her daughter as best as she could. The problem with Tracy was that she was as stubborn and hot-tempered as they come. And then there was also the thing with her eyes. Usually when some stared at her eyes people became angry at nothing at all. Becuase of this she had gotten into many fights with people and been thrown out of many different schools. This was all managed within a time span of 8 years. Towards the end of the year when Tracy was 8, Samantha and her moved to America. By the time she had turned 10, Tracy had been attacked by a group of empousi and a satyr had protected her. The satyr brought Tracy to camp and Tracy has been here for 5 years....this amount of time at camp caused Tracy to go just a wee bit klepto on everyone.

Any notes about your characters: When she is angry, her eyes become red.

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Name: Linda Broose
Age: 16
Gender: female

Eyes: blue
Hair: blond
Height: 1,65 m.
Body Type: thin
Skin Color: pale beige

God Parent: Aphrodite
Mortal Parent: Avvel Broose
Country of Origin: Los Angeles, California

Pets: a white cat with a black ear named Correy
Talents: painting, swordfighting, acting
Weapon**: a sword that turns into a ring with a blue stone on it

Flaws: acts like a stereotypical blonde, bossy at times, and too afraid of being made fun of to show how she really acts.

Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none

Life Before: Born in the great city of L.A., Linda was the daughter of the love goddess, Aphrodite, and a highly payed acting manager, Avvel Broose. The two met when Aphrodite disguised herself as an unknown actress going by the name of Jessica. Together the two gave birth to Linda Broose, whom showed early on that she was a star among others. Originally it didn't start out that way though. Linda was originally a very down to earth kinda girl. She loved to be original and do things her own way, but she was made fun of for how she acted and didn't like it at all. So she compensated for this by putting on a fake personality that is the stereotypical dumb blonde that is always bossy. Anyway..by the time Linda was 10, Avvel had pulled some strings and got Linda small rolls in two hit movies. 2 years later Linda discovered she was a demigod and the next year she was claimed by Aphrodite and sent to CHB. Linda has been going to CHB for 3 years and honestly has no real drive to pursue an acting career.

Any notes about your characters: no

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RP EXAMPLE!!!:
(Please note: Tracy speaks in Cyan and Linda speaks in Violet)

Linda walked down the hill to the Camp. The sun burned brightly in the sky and birds were flying through the air. She smiled as she felt right at home here in Camp Half-Blood....even if she had to put on that fake persona she created to avoid being made fun of. She didn't like being bossy..being a liar..but she felt that she didn't have a choice. It was either be something you arent or be made fun of by everyone around you, in her mind. So she dealt with her fake side and kept the real Linda bottled up in her.

"Get out of my way!" Tracy said as she charged by Linda, not even bothering to give her a second glance. Tracy was having a bad day as is, and it was only getting worse cause she was late for Archery practice. She didn't really need to deal with anyone right now. It would just turn out bad for everyone involved.

"How about you slow down and watch where you are going!" Linda shouted back and Tracy stopped dead in her tracks. Linda crossed her arms and gave a little popular prick smirk at her and Tracy just got infuriated by it.

"Look, b!tch. I'm not in the mood nor have the time to put up with some Aphrodite girl's crap. So either shut your mouth or walk away. Tracy threatened. She started to reach for her bow.

Linda glared at her when Tracy called her a b!tch. No one...absolutely no one called Linda a b!tch. "Don't start something that you ain't got the time to finish Ares brat." She said and then walked away. She was trying really and I mean really hard not to just turn around and beat Tracy's a**.

Tracy grumbled and sprinted away. She'd get Linda later. Right she had to get to practice.