Age: 10
Gender: Male.
Eyes: Creamy/Brown.
Hair: Dirty blonde/Thick/Brushed to right side.
Height: 6' 2" (He's a fast grower).
Body Type: Lean, though his bulky arms are out of place.
Skin Color: Olive/A little bit of tan.
God Parent: Nike(Goddess of victory).
Mortal Parent: Raul Lazier.
Country of Origin: Germany (Immigrated to America at 3, never bothered to learn German).
Pets: None.
Talents: Natural warrior, great problem solver, and he claims he is the world's best joker.
Weapon**: Celestial bronze battle ax named Taz, after his favorite Looney Toons character.
Flaws: Overconfident, is always joking around, always underestimates opponents.
Powers: Super-fast, can run 30 miles per hour for 3-5 minutes (Depending on his overall speed) about 5 times per day.
Life Before CHB: When Jack was born in Germany, a crazy mortal who could see through the mist tried to kidnap him. Raul Lazier managed to hold him off until the crazy mortal convinced a monster to help him, when Jack was only 3. They immigrated to America, where an Anemoi Thuelai attacked the plane, and it crashed. Jack was the only survivor, and was guided by an unknown force, sort of like a metal detector, that lead him to Camp Half-blood. The problem was, he never got there until he was 10. He survived alone all those years, and at 4, stumbled by a battle ax, which he kept and named Taz, after watching some TV in public. When he got to camp half blood, he was claimed almost immediately. He was forever known as Jack Lazier, son of Nike.
OOC: Sorry if that was a little long.
RP Example: As I stared at the blinding white light above my head, I swatted at it desperately. It looked like a giant gravi-ball, except it was floating above my head, and it glowed uncontrollably. It seemed like there was something engraved on the ball, though I couldn't see it, because a) it was glowing like crazy, and b) I was trying futility to hit it. "Whoa, what the heck is happening?" I exclaimed. I heard whispers from a staring crowd such as "Nike?", and "Whoa, a kid of Nike!". What? I, for one, didn't see a plastic check over my head, but then again, I couldn't see anything. "Nike?" I said out loud. "Isn't that a SHOE company?".
Any notes about your character: Just joined Camp Half-blood, Loves Greek mythology.
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