Name: Tanor Fotia
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5'9
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: Slight Tan
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Eric Fotia
Country of Origin: US
Pets: Small dog
Talents: Sword fighting
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Sword
Flaws: Far sighted, easily swayed by power, not good at talking to people.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Magic, I guess...
Life Before CHB*: Tanor's father was in the military so they traveled quite a bit. When he was eleven his father was killed in an accident during a routine firearms testing. Tanor was sent to an orphanage, he lived there for a year, but hated it, he eventually ran away and was found by a Satyr they had some close calls, but got to Camp Half-Blood without any permanent damage.
RP Example*: Tanor ran around the corner, it was coming, he could hear the Hellhound's large paws as they thumped against the ground. "Just a little closer" he muttered, when the Hellhound was close enough he jumped in its way and shoved his sword into it's chest, the Hellhound whimpered, then exploded into dust. Tanor leaned against the wall exhausted, "third one today" he said to himself, he sank down to the ground, "and it most likely isn't the last." He sat there for a few minutes, then stood up, he had learned a while back not to stay in one place to long.
Any notes about your characters:
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5'9
Body Type: lean
Skin Color: Slight Tan
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Eric Fotia
Country of Origin: US
Pets: Small dog
Talents: Sword fighting
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Sword
Flaws: Far sighted, easily swayed by power, not good at talking to people.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Magic, I guess...
Life Before CHB*: Tanor's father was in the military so they traveled quite a bit. When he was eleven his father was killed in an accident during a routine firearms testing. Tanor was sent to an orphanage, he lived there for a year, but hated it, he eventually ran away and was found by a Satyr they had some close calls, but got to Camp Half-Blood without any permanent damage.
RP Example*: Tanor ran around the corner, it was coming, he could hear the Hellhound's large paws as they thumped against the ground. "Just a little closer" he muttered, when the Hellhound was close enough he jumped in its way and shoved his sword into it's chest, the Hellhound whimpered, then exploded into dust. Tanor leaned against the wall exhausted, "third one today" he said to himself, he sank down to the ground, "and it most likely isn't the last." He sat there for a few minutes, then stood up, he had learned a while back not to stay in one place to long.
Any notes about your characters:
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