A New dawn, A New Age

Name: Norsi Armous
Age: 23
Gender: Non-Binary
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Bleached (Currently)
Height: 5'8
Body Type: Thin, athletic. Like a runner
Skin Color: Tanned, slightly olive
Mother: Miss Abigail Armous
Father: Father Olid Snooi
Legacy of: Bellona
Country of Origin: Canada
Talents: Research, Impractical solutions, Generally they have the skills and talents of a well rounded mechanic and scholar, significant talents would be possibly their work in a kitchen, or how much history would be included in the mix.
Weapon**: They have two weapons. The first, is an Imperial Golden sword they plan to melt at some point. Right now it's rusted, out of style, and in need of some good repair.
The second weapon is s knife, made of an imperial gold alloy. This alloy allows for the metal to be more conductive than normal imperial gold.
Personality: Norsi doesn't particularly enjoy the presencf of people. They tolerate it, they allow it, they exist within it-put whenever people are their, they aren't. Not that it's the call of nature either. When alone, they speak the most however in the heat of combat it would be incredibly rare for them to deviate in any way from their mission.
Flaws: This deviation away from humanity is as well as being one of their greatest strengths, their largest flaw as well. Other flaws include a fear of dogs (from a traumatic attack from a neighbors pet as a child), and finding a connection to someone, who would then leave.
Life Before CJ*: Before the camp, Norsi grew up in the cult led by his father. When the government got involved and dismantled the frightening affair, he was separated by his parents and brought to the wolves by Minerva. Here he trained and spent many days at one with them, surviving to move to the camp. Assigned a barracks and role he continued his service until he was finally able to leave, and currently lives in New Rome.  
RP Example*:
Norsi silently drew breath into their lungs, leaving the mouth empty for smoke. They have been riding along in the back of this van now, and other such vans, that they expected a gassing to occur. Or maybe that said more about their inner paranoia, but at this moment they wanted to be ready. Their feet were dug into the very corners of the worn leather boots, and the tension of the polyurethane strap of the seat belt dug into his shoulder. Another bump on the road sent them jostled further into the strap, irritating the formed bruise. Ten hours. Give or take, that was what Norsi reasoned. Ten hours. How much longer?

Heya! Nice form, there's just a couple of things to edit before I can approve it:

- Minerva canonically doesn't have kids in the PJO universe bc she's a virgin goddess - you could pick Bellona instead maybe?
- How come a Roman demideity has a celestial bronze weapone? (backstory?)
- what alloy is the knife made of? (this is to avoid a mortal-and-divine weapon)
- Can you develop a bit more on their personality and flaws? You need at least 3 character flaws

Rest is good :)