Dylansacrament6's characters

Name: Michael Clarke
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Hair: Dark Blonde and shortcut. Shaggy
Height: 5 ft 7 in
Body Type: thin, agile muscles
Skin Color: Caucasian, slightly tannned
God Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Mary Belle Clarke
Country of Origin: Scotland
Pets: A dachshund with a nasty bite.
Talents: extremely stealthy and agile. Good ears and extensive knowledge of magical beasts
Weapon**: short celestial bronze knife
Flaws: Not very strong. Bad at teamwork. Selfish
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): No powers yet
Life Before CHB*: mother was killed by the Irish mafia. After that, Michael grew up on the streets at The age of ten. He started a street gang, but they all died at the hands of a Chimera. He was 13 then. Eventually he was brought to camp by a satyr. His first monster he ever killed was the Chimera who destroyed his street gang.
Rp Example: there lay my fellow droogs, my gang. All five of them burned, mawed, and mutilated. I burned with anger, and fear. I heard a growl behind me. Before I turned around I leaped as high as I could,6 feet up spinning in mid air. I landed on the lion head, disorienting it for a couple of seconds. The serpent tail whipped towards me. I sidestepped, still on top of the head, I grabbed the serpent head, crushing it's bones. Before I could make my next move I was thrown of the Chimera. The lion head bit my leg as I got up. Suddenly, there was a sound like a flute, making the Chimera sprint away. A man with hooves and hairy legs came from the shadows.
"come with me now" he said.
Notes about character: overall he's quick like a bird, and I forgot to mention that Michael is a wiz with poisons

Name: Michael Clarke
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Hair: Dark Blonde and shortcut. Shaggy
Height: 5 ft 7 in
Body Type: thin, agile muscles
Skin Color: Caucasian, slightly tannned
God Parent: Hermes
Mortal Parent: Mary Belle Clarke
Country of Origin: Scotland
Pets: A dachshund with a nasty bite.
Talents: extremely stealthy and agile. Good ears and extensive knowledge of magical beasts
Weapon**: short celestial bronze knife
Flaws: Not very strong. Bad at teamwork. Selfish
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): No powers yet
Life Before CHB*: mother was killed by the Irish mafia. After that, Michael grew up on the streets at The age of ten. He started a street gang, but they all died at the hands of a Chimera. He was 13 then. Eventually he was brought to camp by a satyr. His first monster he ever killed was the Chimera who destroyed his street gang.
Rp Example: there lay my fellow droogs, my gang. All five of them burned, mawed, and mutilated. I burned with anger, and fear. I heard a growl behind me. Before I turned around I leaped as high as I could,6 feet up spinning in mid air. I landed on the lion head, disorienting it for a couple of seconds. The serpent tail whipped towards me. I sidestepped, still on top of the head, I grabbed the serpent head, crushing it's bones. Before I could make my next move I was thrown of the Chimera. The lion head bit my leg as I got up. Suddenly, there was a sound like a flute, making the Chimera sprint away. A man with hooves and hairy legs came from the shadows.
"come with me now" he said.
Notes about character: overall he's quick like a bird, and I forgot to mention that Michael is a wiz with poisons

Ok I edited the last reply I posted. Thanks for the advice

Name: Argo Cyprus
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Dark Brown Buzzcut
Height: 5 ft 9 in
Body Type: Athletic/ Average Build
Skin Color: Caucasian, slightly tanned
Roman God Parent: Vulcan
Mortal Parent: Rose Cyprus
Country of Origin: United States of America
Talents: Good with machines and gearwork, adept with magic enchantments, usually pertaining to weapons.
Weapon**: A Gladius that can extend into a Spatha, and shorten into a knife. (Imperial Gold)
Flaws: Selfish, would rather fight with a machine than with a human being. Not very strategic at times, lacking in speed
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): He can heat any metal up to a very high temperature, can be used to make weapons more effective and can be used to make metalworking easier, relieving the restriction of having to have a hot furnace or some other to heat up his metal, he can do it on the spot. The metal can be heated up to about 540 degrees. He can do this for about 20 minutes at a time only two times a day.
Life Before CJ*: His mother was an engineer, who rarely had time for him. One day, she left him with his aunt, who take care of him from the time he was 7. He went to school but failed every class multiple times. Nobody appreciated his craftsmanship. So at the age of 11 he ran away, leaving a note to his aunt saying: "Whether you see me again or not, tell my mom I understand." He left from his home state of Washington, traveling all the way to Colorado himself. He lived in Aspen for a few months by himself, and when he was 12 he left with a Camper who had been watching him since he left Washington. Along the way to Camp Jupiter he witnessed several monsters.
RP Example*: The snow seemed to go on forever. I looked over to Erelys, the camper I had been traveling with the past 3 days. "will we ever get out of this frozen wasteland?" I was irritated by most people, but Erelys was the worst, he was so conceded and always acted like he was better than me. Just as he was opening his mouth to answer my rhetorical question an arrow stuck through his skull. I gasped as his body fell into the ice, staining it with blood. I turned and ran. Faster than I ever had in my life. I knew I was being chased, and I had to get away fast.
Any notes about your characters: Overall, he's a craftsman with an extraordinary ability mentioned above, who hates most people.

Add another flaw.

Up to how many degrees can he heat up metal? Our limit would be around 600 degrees Fahrenheit. How many times a day can he do this?

Edited.

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