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Name: Oliver  Young.

Age: 14. He was born on June 20 2000.

Gender: male

Eyes: brown

Hair: brown hair that does a little swoopy thing.

Height: 5’3, though since he’s still growing, this is not permanent. He will be 6’0 by the end of puberty.

Body Type: scrawny.

Skin Color: oliver is pretty pale.

God Parent: Eplis, the goddess and spirit of hope.

Mortal Parent: David Young,41 years old. David is a scientist.  David tries to extinguish Oliver’s crazy ideas, but obviously that failed.

Tara Young, 39 years old. Tara married David two years after Oliver was born. Oliver treats Tara like his real mother and he loves her.

Country of Origin:[/color] United States of America, more specifically Augusta, Maine.

Pets: None.

Talents: Writing, soccer, saxophone.

Weapon**: a celestial bronze bow and arrow.

Personality: Oliver is full of hope, ironic being his mother is the goddess of hope. But still, this fact stands true. Oliver sees only the best in people, which isn’t the best thing for him.  Oliver is intrigued with all things magic, and now realizing that magic is real is mind blowing for him.  He likes making friends, he would do anything to make friends and really  he would do anything for anyone, what a sweetheart.

Flaws:

->too trusting, too curious, voices his opinion way too much.

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

Life Before Camp*:

Oliver was born to a cute little family in a small town in Augusta, Maine. Oliver has no memories without his step-mother, making him lover her as if she was her biological mother. Oliver and Tara have a very close bond, and when he was four years old, Tara would read him fairy tales every night before bed. Thus, growing his love for magic. His father worried about him when he went into kindergarten. Oliver believed he went to a school for magic, and convinced all the other students it was too. His father took away all of his fairy tales and hid them from him until he got into third grade. By then, Oliver forgot about the books entirely and didn’t notice them return until a few weeks later. He read them and fell in love with the tales all over again. When he just started fourth grade, a satyr came to his elementary school during lunch and took him away to camp halfblood.  

RP Example*:

Oliver really liked food. It didn’t matter what kind of food it was, he would just eat it. Oliver Young was sitting at the other gods table in the mess hall, currently being squished in between two kids who were much older and taller than he was. The worst thing about be crammed in between two people is when said two people are friends and they talk in between you. Especially when you have no idea on what they were talking about. You know, teenage stuff. Oliver was only 12 at the time,and that would be terrifying learning about certain things before his time. Oliver needed to get out of there before they talk about their after prom party.

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