Name: Wyatt Harvey (warrior and battle worthy in French)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown with a little red surrounding the pupil like a fire
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5'10"
Body Type: Leaner than most children of Ares (which I think are a bit stocky), but faster and still muscular
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Ares
Mortal Parent: Celia Harvey
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: Fang, 6 month old gray wolf pup
Talents: Football, fencing, basketball, great close combat fighting, quieter and more intelligent than other Ares kids, protective and caring for his comrades
Skills: Impressive strength, not surprising due to his parentage, able to hold his zweihander in one hand easily; Superbly agile, fast, and stealthy
Weapon**: Inferno, his celestial bronze zweihander (two handed sword), the blade turns aflame if he says φωτιά ("fire" in Greek); changes to a lighter when not being used (doesn't smoke though lol)
Flaws: rushes into battle without thinking (instinct overrides his common sense and intellect in most situations), archery, kind of shy and hard to earn his trust
Powers(must relate to god parent): can summon up to 5 birds of Ares, arrow shooting avians that protect the Amazonian shrine of Ares, for up to an hour; must recharge for up to 12 minutes per bird summoned per hour; uses mind to control the birds' actions, but the things like accuracy of arrows and flight speed are dependent on the birds themselves
Life Before CHB*: Wyatt lived with his mom in San Diego, CA until he was 11 years old. He was walking home from school when a man in a black leather jacket and shades walked up to him, gave him a gleaming bronze dagger, and said,"Here kid, you're gonna need this...in about 5 seconds." Wyatt looked at the dagger confused, and looked up, seeing the man gone like the wind. Turning around, he sees his first monster...a hellhound. After defeating the beast, he knew his life would never be the same.
RP Example*: I don't need this right now, I thought to myself as I was charging the manticore who just came out of nowhere. I click my lighter making Inferno, my zweihander, appear in my hands. I wield my swod and hold my stance as the manticore pounces over my burning horse. At the last second, I quickly side step out of the way and chop off the manticore's spiked tail. It growls in pain, but before it can turn to face me again, I create a huge gash on its side, making the monster explode in a flurry of golden dust.
Any notes about your characters: After fighting the hell hound, Wyatt was found by a satyr the next day. He found out who his father was, said his goodbyes to his mom, and went across the country to Camp Half Blood. He lives as a year rounder, but visits his mother for Christmas and her birthday on March 18th.
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