Name: Charlie Laine
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Reddish-Blond
Height: 5'6"
Body Type: Slightly bulky
Skin Color: Slightly tan
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Anne Laine
Country of Origin: The U.S.A
Pets: N/A
Talents: Charlie is a talented singer and has an aptitude for art.
Weapon**: A long, Celestial Bronze sword he nicknamed Stump
Flaws: He's rather clumsy and oafish as well a bit slow. Charlie is also very quirky and is a bit too happy-go-lucky sometimes, but when he's worried about something, he's a complete mess.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): N/A
Life Before CHB*: Charlie was born in Ohio and attended school there, like any regular kid would do. But, he had difficulties in school, mainly with finding friends. He had a few good friends but other than them, he had no one. Every one else thought he was too strange and too much of an oaf. But Charlie really didn't really care about them; They didn't matter. During the summer of his seventh grade year, his mother decided to take him to New York, just for a week. But, during a visit to the beach, Charlie had wondered off and eventually met a short man with pretty long, curly hair and an odd walk. Charlie followed the man and eventually ended up at Camp Half Blood.
RP Example*: Charlie sat cross-legged on the porch of his cabin, humming a little tune to himself. The bored demi-god looked up from his drawing, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his sketchbook. With a sigh, he returned to sketching a bird; A canary to be exact. Getting increasingly bored with his drawing, he looked up again, humming one of his favorite songs. "You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down...Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground...We are the jack-o-lanterns in July...Setting fire to the sky..." He sang lowly, grinning broadly.
Any notes about your characters: N/A