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by Steve Cortez 3/18/2012, 11:22 pmName: Mark Richardson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Height: 6'1
Body Type: Muscular
Skin Color: Light Tan
God Parent: Melinoe
Mortal Parent: Sam Richardson
Country of Origin: America
Talents: He's good at football
Weapons: Stygian Iron sword, three foot blade
Flaws: He can be a bit dorky sometimes, though it's actually a little bit endearing. Also, he's kinda dense and a bit of a slob. He can nver forgive himself for anything.
Powers: He can summon ghosts to frighten and disorient his enemies. Limited to twenty ghosts per day, but never more than eight at the same time. He can only keep them in this world for fifteen minutes per ghost.
Life Before CHB: Markus was born in Santa Monica. His father married May Wendell shortly after his birth, and told May about Markus' ancestry. Though apprehensive at first, May has been very accepting of her stepson's true parentage, and the fact that he is a demigod. Markus grew up very comfortably, suffering few monster attacks until he turned 11. However, every pet he ever owned died quickly. He gets along well with his half sister Elle, who was born to May and Samuel six years after his birth. His best friends outside of Camp are Lucas Mitchell, Sally Haens, and his ex, James Tory (don't expect to see any of them ever XD). Markus comes to camp during the Summer, as well as his school's Winter and Spring breaks. He plays for his school's football team.
RP Example: (Note: This is written pre-TLO, when all the minor gods kids had to stay in the Hermes Cabin.) Markus was trying to sleep. This was easier said than done for someone in his position. He lay on his bunk in the Hermes Cabin, a look of complete and utter frustration on his face. A few claimed kids were doing their father proud- by depriving the rest of the cabin a good night's sleep. Markus finally got up and wandered outside to sit down. One of the Eris kids yelled something indecipherable after him. He responded as eloquently as possible: "SHUT! UP!" Sitting down outside, he rubbed his temples to try and relieve his pounding headache.
Notes: None realy.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Height: 6'1
Body Type: Muscular
Skin Color: Light Tan
God Parent: Melinoe
Mortal Parent: Sam Richardson
Country of Origin: America
Talents: He's good at football
Weapons: Stygian Iron sword, three foot blade
Flaws: He can be a bit dorky sometimes, though it's actually a little bit endearing. Also, he's kinda dense and a bit of a slob. He can nver forgive himself for anything.
Powers: He can summon ghosts to frighten and disorient his enemies. Limited to twenty ghosts per day, but never more than eight at the same time. He can only keep them in this world for fifteen minutes per ghost.
Life Before CHB: Markus was born in Santa Monica. His father married May Wendell shortly after his birth, and told May about Markus' ancestry. Though apprehensive at first, May has been very accepting of her stepson's true parentage, and the fact that he is a demigod. Markus grew up very comfortably, suffering few monster attacks until he turned 11. However, every pet he ever owned died quickly. He gets along well with his half sister Elle, who was born to May and Samuel six years after his birth. His best friends outside of Camp are Lucas Mitchell, Sally Haens, and his ex, James Tory (don't expect to see any of them ever XD). Markus comes to camp during the Summer, as well as his school's Winter and Spring breaks. He plays for his school's football team.
RP Example: (Note: This is written pre-TLO, when all the minor gods kids had to stay in the Hermes Cabin.) Markus was trying to sleep. This was easier said than done for someone in his position. He lay on his bunk in the Hermes Cabin, a look of complete and utter frustration on his face. A few claimed kids were doing their father proud- by depriving the rest of the cabin a good night's sleep. Markus finally got up and wandered outside to sit down. One of the Eris kids yelled something indecipherable after him. He responded as eloquently as possible: "SHUT! UP!" Sitting down outside, he rubbed his temples to try and relieve his pounding headache.
Notes: None realy.
Last edited by Steve Cortez on 3/19/2012, 8:08 pm; edited 2 times in total
