Name: Allen Walker
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Eyes: Gray-Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 6 ft 4
Body Type: Lean, Muscular
Skin Color: Lightly Pale
God Parent: Melinoe
Mortal Parent: Mana Walker, Foster Father
Country of Origin: U.S.A.
Pets: None
Talents: Sword-fighting, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Speed, Intelligence, Strategic
Weapon**: A Stygian Iron Claw, a two-handed 6 ft long sword with a 6 inch grip, and a belt of 6 throwing knives that regenerates every day. All SI
Flaws: Self-Sacrificing, Falls in love extremely easily, Extremely Loyal to the point of stupidity
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional):Can shadow travel up to 10 miles once per day, or can lower the distance to shadow-travel more times. The most he can travel is 10 times per day at a mile each. Each use tires him out and also gives him a migraine. He can also summon ghosts by making a blood offering from himself. He can do this once per week, and it makes him very tired and he has to offer his own blood. He can only summon one ghost per try, and the ghosts can stay for up to 5 minutes.
Life Before CHB*:
Allen had a hard life. He was abandoned by his birth father when he was born, but he was taken in by a child of Hecate named Mana Walker. Mana raised Allen as if he was his son. When Allen was seven years old however, He was forced to bear witness to the brutal murder of Mana. He ran away, trying to forget the death of one of the few people he ever loved, and ended up at camp when he was 8. He lived in the forest ever since he arrived, and only left for important/special occasions.
RP Example*:
I stepped out of the forest and into the bustling and busy common area. As I walked around, a tall bulky guy with a red shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket, walked up to me, wringing his fist menacingly. "Hey Newbie." He said. "Who's your god parent?" he asked. "Melinoe, and why would you want to know." I say with an expressionless face. He growled at me and said "We got a feisty one guys. Let's give him an initiation." He stepped towards me and swung his fist, but I raised my clawed hand and caught it easily. He paled at the sight of it and I squeezed, causing him to sscream. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you." I said, grinning evilly.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Eyes: Gray-Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 6 ft 4
Body Type: Lean, Muscular
Skin Color: Lightly Pale
God Parent: Melinoe
Mortal Parent: Mana Walker, Foster Father
Country of Origin: U.S.A.
Pets: None
Talents: Sword-fighting, Hand-to-Hand Combat, Speed, Intelligence, Strategic
Weapon**: A Stygian Iron Claw, a two-handed 6 ft long sword with a 6 inch grip, and a belt of 6 throwing knives that regenerates every day. All SI
Flaws: Self-Sacrificing, Falls in love extremely easily, Extremely Loyal to the point of stupidity
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional):Can shadow travel up to 10 miles once per day, or can lower the distance to shadow-travel more times. The most he can travel is 10 times per day at a mile each. Each use tires him out and also gives him a migraine. He can also summon ghosts by making a blood offering from himself. He can do this once per week, and it makes him very tired and he has to offer his own blood. He can only summon one ghost per try, and the ghosts can stay for up to 5 minutes.
Life Before CHB*:
Allen had a hard life. He was abandoned by his birth father when he was born, but he was taken in by a child of Hecate named Mana Walker. Mana raised Allen as if he was his son. When Allen was seven years old however, He was forced to bear witness to the brutal murder of Mana. He ran away, trying to forget the death of one of the few people he ever loved, and ended up at camp when he was 8. He lived in the forest ever since he arrived, and only left for important/special occasions.
RP Example*:
I stepped out of the forest and into the bustling and busy common area. As I walked around, a tall bulky guy with a red shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket, walked up to me, wringing his fist menacingly. "Hey Newbie." He said. "Who's your god parent?" he asked. "Melinoe, and why would you want to know." I say with an expressionless face. He growled at me and said "We got a feisty one guys. Let's give him an initiation." He stepped towards me and swung his fist, but I raised my clawed hand and caught it easily. He paled at the sight of it and I squeezed, causing him to sscream. "I wouldn't have done that if I were you." I said, grinning evilly.
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