Name: Sebastian Taylor
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Bluish hazel eyes
Hair: Black mop top; straight
Height: 5’ 11’’
Body Type: Skinny but with muscles
Skin Color: Pale
God Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Joseph Taylor
Country of Origin: Great Britain
Pets: Dog named Tobias
Talents: Observation, horseback riding, analysis, can play violin, writing, science, deduction
Weapon**: Staff with a raven figurine at the top made of black marble but lightweight
Flaws: rude, pyromaniac, has manic depression in the form of bipolar I, proud
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life before CHB*: Sebastian lived just out of London for most of his childhood, going to an all boys school until he got expelled at age eleven for setting the second floor on fire. He then got sent to a preparatory in Cardiff, Wales. The teachers in both of his schools thought him as ignorant and intolerable. He made comments in class, correcting their teachings and even walking out of Astronomy class, ranting that it was a bird course. Sebastian has a heavy appreciation for Albert Einstein. In the middle of Year Nine, Sebastian got into a fight with a young lad who was testing his knowledge. He pushed the boy down a flight of stairs and, in turn, got expelled... Again. His exhausted father then sent him to America, to learn at a Maths and Science academy. Sebastian ran away from school and followed a satyr to Camp Half-Blood, relieved to find more people like him and siblings! He has been there ever since.
RP Example*: Sebastian stood by the campfire, staring into the flames. He watched as the embers flickered and then were gone, only to be relit once more. He had an uncontrollable urge to throw something into the flames to see if it would explode. He picked up a sword leaning against a bale of straw and got closer to the fire and attempted to stick it into the wood, burning.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” said a voice from behind.
Sebastian turned around to see a girl, hanging out in the shadows. “And why not?” He asked quizzically.
“That’s not yours. You don’t know what powers it possesses.” The girl pointed to the sword.
Sebastian took a good look at the sword. There were scratches on the handle but not on the blade itself. Its blade clearly wasn’t made sloppily and contained more than celestial bronze. It didn’t shine gold. It shined silver. The double sided edges grew colder when he touched them. His deduction was complete.
“The sword has been make quite a long while ago, judging by the iron handle. No one makes iron handles anymore. It has often been used in intense battle because of the scratches on the handle, Spartan warfare, maybe. The blade itself is unscratched and lightweight, probably used by a person of 120 pounds. This person doesn't wear much armor or the blade would be heavier. It is double sided, so they would probably be using an ancient style of fighting. The maker was clearly Greek because of the maker’s markings, a god maybe. It must have a different metal bonded with celestial bronze to give it its silver shine. Chrome maybe? The metal grows ice cold when near human flesh or any flesh actually. It must have freezing capabilities. I suspect the owner is a daughter of one of the weather deities, Khione, most likely. And the owner is standing right there... Am I correct?” He pointed the sword to the girl and smiled.
A face of surprise crossed the girl’s face but it slowly vanished. “That’s exactly right. That sword is a gift from Hephaestus to my mother, Khione. It can make snow appear on any day with a swing. Mom gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday.”
Sebastian smiled and gave back the blade. He strolled away, remarking how simple that deduction was.
Any notes about your characters: He doesn’t make friends easily and always carries a laptop with him
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Bluish hazel eyes
Hair: Black mop top; straight
Height: 5’ 11’’
Body Type: Skinny but with muscles
Skin Color: Pale
God Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Joseph Taylor
Country of Origin: Great Britain
Pets: Dog named Tobias
Talents: Observation, horseback riding, analysis, can play violin, writing, science, deduction
Weapon**: Staff with a raven figurine at the top made of black marble but lightweight
Flaws: rude, pyromaniac, has manic depression in the form of bipolar I, proud
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life before CHB*: Sebastian lived just out of London for most of his childhood, going to an all boys school until he got expelled at age eleven for setting the second floor on fire. He then got sent to a preparatory in Cardiff, Wales. The teachers in both of his schools thought him as ignorant and intolerable. He made comments in class, correcting their teachings and even walking out of Astronomy class, ranting that it was a bird course. Sebastian has a heavy appreciation for Albert Einstein. In the middle of Year Nine, Sebastian got into a fight with a young lad who was testing his knowledge. He pushed the boy down a flight of stairs and, in turn, got expelled... Again. His exhausted father then sent him to America, to learn at a Maths and Science academy. Sebastian ran away from school and followed a satyr to Camp Half-Blood, relieved to find more people like him and siblings! He has been there ever since.
RP Example*: Sebastian stood by the campfire, staring into the flames. He watched as the embers flickered and then were gone, only to be relit once more. He had an uncontrollable urge to throw something into the flames to see if it would explode. He picked up a sword leaning against a bale of straw and got closer to the fire and attempted to stick it into the wood, burning.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” said a voice from behind.
Sebastian turned around to see a girl, hanging out in the shadows. “And why not?” He asked quizzically.
“That’s not yours. You don’t know what powers it possesses.” The girl pointed to the sword.
Sebastian took a good look at the sword. There were scratches on the handle but not on the blade itself. Its blade clearly wasn’t made sloppily and contained more than celestial bronze. It didn’t shine gold. It shined silver. The double sided edges grew colder when he touched them. His deduction was complete.
“The sword has been make quite a long while ago, judging by the iron handle. No one makes iron handles anymore. It has often been used in intense battle because of the scratches on the handle, Spartan warfare, maybe. The blade itself is unscratched and lightweight, probably used by a person of 120 pounds. This person doesn't wear much armor or the blade would be heavier. It is double sided, so they would probably be using an ancient style of fighting. The maker was clearly Greek because of the maker’s markings, a god maybe. It must have a different metal bonded with celestial bronze to give it its silver shine. Chrome maybe? The metal grows ice cold when near human flesh or any flesh actually. It must have freezing capabilities. I suspect the owner is a daughter of one of the weather deities, Khione, most likely. And the owner is standing right there... Am I correct?” He pointed the sword to the girl and smiled.
A face of surprise crossed the girl’s face but it slowly vanished. “That’s exactly right. That sword is a gift from Hephaestus to my mother, Khione. It can make snow appear on any day with a swing. Mom gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday.”
Sebastian smiled and gave back the blade. He strolled away, remarking how simple that deduction was.
Any notes about your characters: He doesn’t make friends easily and always carries a laptop with him
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