Name: Jack Hartford
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Emerald Green
Hair: A shaggy, dirty blond
Height: 5"6
Body Type: Lean but well built
Skin Color: Lightly tanned from being outside
God Parent: Asclepius
Mortal Parent: Eve Hartford
Country of Origin: United States
Pets: A small gecko named Marvin
Talents: Archery, Medicine, Climbing (trees, rocks, etc.), good with his hands in craftworking
Weapons: A bow and a set of arrows (Celestial Bronze)
Flaws: clumsy, a little shy, runs away from problems
Powers: Can heal small wounds through touch (about 4x2x1in, roughly the size of his hand) however, using healing is very tiresome and the bigger the injury, the longer it takes for Jack to regain his strength. He can heal around 4 times a day if all the injuries are large, more if they're just minor cuts. Can also heal bruises (no bigger than drachmas) about 4 times a day if there is no other healing involved.
Life before CHB: Jack did well in high school. He was generally very studious, but also enjoyed a balance of sports. Jack often spent time in his room making things such as small model cars from woodwork and metal scraps. His mother died in a freak car crash a year earlier, leaving him in the care of a foster home. To cope with her death, he often went for lone walks in the nearby forest, dipping his feet in the river that ran through it. Jack went camping with a friend (who later turned out to be a satyr) and "accidentally" stumbled upon Camp Half Blood.
RP Example: Jack dangled his bare feet in the cool river, finding comfort in the quiet of the forest. He looked intently at the river, watching the fish dart between his feet in the clear water, the pastel colors of the stones dappling the bottom. Jack sighed, breathing out the accumulated stress of a school day. A small figure appeared at the edge of the forest, near the bank of the river. "Who's there?" Jack called out nervously. "Hello?" Jack stood up, holding his shoes in one hand, socks tucked neatly inside. Jack could feel the dirt sticking to the wet soles of his feet as he backed away from the river, preparing to run.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Emerald Green
Hair: A shaggy, dirty blond
Height: 5"6
Body Type: Lean but well built
Skin Color: Lightly tanned from being outside
God Parent: Asclepius
Mortal Parent: Eve Hartford
Country of Origin: United States
Pets: A small gecko named Marvin
Talents: Archery, Medicine, Climbing (trees, rocks, etc.), good with his hands in craftworking
Weapons: A bow and a set of arrows (Celestial Bronze)
Flaws: clumsy, a little shy, runs away from problems
Powers: Can heal small wounds through touch (about 4x2x1in, roughly the size of his hand) however, using healing is very tiresome and the bigger the injury, the longer it takes for Jack to regain his strength. He can heal around 4 times a day if all the injuries are large, more if they're just minor cuts. Can also heal bruises (no bigger than drachmas) about 4 times a day if there is no other healing involved.
Life before CHB: Jack did well in high school. He was generally very studious, but also enjoyed a balance of sports. Jack often spent time in his room making things such as small model cars from woodwork and metal scraps. His mother died in a freak car crash a year earlier, leaving him in the care of a foster home. To cope with her death, he often went for lone walks in the nearby forest, dipping his feet in the river that ran through it. Jack went camping with a friend (who later turned out to be a satyr) and "accidentally" stumbled upon Camp Half Blood.
RP Example: Jack dangled his bare feet in the cool river, finding comfort in the quiet of the forest. He looked intently at the river, watching the fish dart between his feet in the clear water, the pastel colors of the stones dappling the bottom. Jack sighed, breathing out the accumulated stress of a school day. A small figure appeared at the edge of the forest, near the bank of the river. "Who's there?" Jack called out nervously. "Hello?" Jack stood up, holding his shoes in one hand, socks tucked neatly inside. Jack could feel the dirt sticking to the wet soles of his feet as he backed away from the river, preparing to run.
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