Jake's Characters

Name: Josh

Age: 12

Hieght: 4.5 feet.

Eye: blue

Hair: blonde with black

Body type: normal

Country of Origin: America

Skin colored: tan

God parent: Hermes

Mortal Parent: unknown

pets: a snake who likes to hide in his sleeve and scare people when Josh's shaking hands

Skills: can run for a very long time without getting tired and isn't half bad at stealing.

Weapon: a two headed axe and a bow with standered celestial bronze arrows.

Life before CHB: I got into probobley the worst fight in my life those days. A giant hellhound the size of a truck walked up to me. I'll have to admit, I was to scared I was shaking. I didn't know about the camp, I was lucky a satyr found me before I was used as a chew toy.....

Rp example: I was running. I had been running for days. I only stopped for the satyr, who could barley keep up with me. I was on Track at school, but right now running from school was the least of my problems. I was beeing followed by a dog so vicous and evil it would make any rotwieler curl up and shiver in fear. We had been running from it for days. "We're almost there" yelled the satyr. The satyr thre a throwing knife and the hellhound exploded into dust. He expalined everything. We shook hands which was a mistake on his part. My snake Joe flew out of my sleeve and startled the satyr so much he jumped back a meter. Joe recoiled around my right arm and fell asleep


Any notes about your charecter: ummm no.

Name:Drew

Age:12

Gender:Male

Eyes:Green

Hair:Blonde

Height:4 feet 6 inches

Body Type:lean

Skin Color:tan with sunburn from being out in the sun for too long.

God Parent:Apollo

Mortal Parent:deceased

Country of Origin:United States of America (Minnesota)

Pets:none

Talents:Haikus

Skills:Archery

Weapon:A bow made of oak and arows made out of the same wood.

Flaws:Is impatient and get's very angry very easily.

Powers(must relate to god parent):ammazingly good at archery.

Life Before CHB*:Living in the norhtern part of Minnesota, Drew learned how to survive in the wild when he ran away at the age of 10. Like most kids he decided to come back to his mother, but that was one fatal mistake. A hellhound followed him home and ravaged his house and killed his mother. After a week of traking this demonomic beast, he finally got revenge for his mother. He spent two years wandering America until he finally ran into a satyr.

RP Example*:Following hellhound tracks and dung for a week is not fun. Once I finally found it's cave I was releaved. But then a knot formed in my stomache. What if I ws killed just like my mom? Ignoring that thought I drew my bow and prepared for the fight of my life.

Any notes about your characters:Although he is good at fighting amoung most people's standereds he still considers himself weak and pushes himself even harder than most people.

kool character

Approved.

Name:Erik
Age:12
Gender:male
Eyes:blue
Hair:blond
Height:5.2
Body Type:skinny
Skin Color:tan
God Parent:Chione (goddes of snow)
Mortal Parent:none
Country of Origin:America!
Pets:none
Talents:good with spears
Skills:spears and ice fishing
Weapon:A spear and a javaline
Flaws:get's angry way too easily and is only able to use most of his powers during winter. Whenever he creates snow from thin air, it drains his energy considerabley, almost to the point where he needs to go to the infermary.
Powers(must relate to god parent):Able to control snow fall, ice and blizards as well as being able to survive a long time in freezing temputures and stuff like that. This takes a lot of his strength and can not be used constantly.
Life Before CHB*:Living in Northern Wisconsin, Erik was chased all the way to New York by a pack of hellhounds. Once he reached camp half blood, Erik was so angry he fought the entire pack with just a spear. He slashed and stabbed until there was nothing left but dust. One hellhound remained. This hellhound was the size of a truck, with rows of sharp teeth. Erik used snow to create a coffin around the hellhound, and it too exploded in a flash of light and dust also.
RP Example*:I turned around quickly and stabbed at the hellhound. It didn't even flinch. I realized I was going to need a lot more than a spear to take this oversized houndog down. I threw my spear like a javalin. Then somthing unexplainable happened. I got really angry, and the snow seemed to respon to my thoughts. It wrapped around the hellhound like a coffin and it exploded.
Any notes about your characters:none.

Add more flaws and how much does his powers tire him and how long can he use them?

ok I just edited it.

....how can he be good at making weapons? He's not a Hephaestus kid....

All right I just edited it again.

Chione FTW!!!

Lob wrote:Chione FTW!!!

No spamming.

^ No mini-modding, even if you're trying to help.

What are his weapons made of?

Clestial bronze.

Name:John

Age:13

Gender:male

Eyes:brown

Hair:brown

Height:5.4

Body Type:skinny for an Ares kid

Skin Color:tan

God Parent:Ares

Mortal Parent:n/a

Country of Origin:Canada

Pets:n/a

Talents:fighting

Skills:sword fighting

Weapon:a celestial broze sword and two daggers and a tomahawk.

Flaws:gets into a lot of fights, ,his daggers are breakable, as well as his sword, and he gets tired
easily. Has anger managment issues, and is terrible at figthing with his sword, and his dad hates him for running when he first got attacked by a hellhound.

Powers(must relate to god parent):Can go into a berserker rage at will and looses all feeling of pain for 30 seconds, but this tires him out to the point where he faints.

Life Before CHB*:John lived in a reservation all his life. He had a tomahawk passed down generation to generation. He practiced with it every day. Little did he know that he would get to use it more than he expected. A pack of Hellhounds came and chased him down. At first he ran, but then he tested out his skills with a tomahawk and took out 3 hell hounds before a satyr found him.

RP Example*:I walked in to the big, empty room. Somthing was wrong. Suddenly a dog the size of a rhino appeared out of nowhere. It lunged at me. Good thing I had my tomahawk with me or I wouldn't be here to tell the story. Two more came. One pounced but I rolled out of the way and threw my tomahawk at it and it impaled it's side. Two down, one to go.

Any notes about your characters:n/a

I Think nyx is more of a titan

Greek deitiesseries

Titans and Olympians
Aquatic deities
Chthonic deities
Personified concepts
Other deities
Primordial deities
Chaos Aether Gaia Uranus Hemera Chronos	Eros Erebus Nyx Ophion Tartarus

In Greek mythology, Nyx (Νύξ, "night", Nox in Roman translation) was the primordial goddess of the night. A shadowy figure, Nyx stood at or near the beginning of creation, and was the mother of personified gods such as Hypnos (sleep) and Thánatos (death). Her appearances in mythology are sparse, but reveal her as a figure of exceptional power and beauty.

(quoted from wikipedia)

primordial=titan=before the gods.

Nyx is against the rules, plain and simple.

Approved.

Add more flaws.

Alright I edited it.

Why the heck do a lot of immortals hate him?

Good question...... I'll edit that part out.

It probobly won't get approve because of al thesse weopons, sigh.