Zachary's characters

Name: Zachary
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Blonde
Height: 5’10
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: A long sword 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.