Age: 15
Eyes: brown
Hair:brown
Description:tall about six foot, tan skin, never talks, tough, wear's baggy black shorts, long slieve camo shirt, and with someone
God Parent: apollo
Mortal Parent: orphan
Pets: a smart horse name Tug better not ride him with out ask
Talents/Skills: good at the quiet game, good with a bow, good with knives, reads emotions
Weapons: bow arrow strap to his back calls for it when needed, has a gray green cloak makes him look invisble if he stays still in the woods, has two knives strap some where.
Life Before CHB: lonely
RP Example: As I stood by myself in my cloak in an alley of darkness. As I stood still hearing something stomping coming closer and closer. You might think i'm scared but i'm not I never feel anything... nothing. The monster stand in the clear passing by as I expected. Showing it teeth and muscles. The Sphenox sniffed the air looking for me. Then I looked further out wise see his paws flexing knowing he found me.
I jump onto the beast back drawing out my knives stabbing into it flesh. It strangle for me to get off hitting garbage cans and brick walls. I went flying as it fell towards the ground. I walked closer towards it grabbing my knives. I pulled out my bow cocking an arrow getting ready to finish the beast. Walking away I heard a growle and turned around fast letting the arrow fly into it's mouth. Turning the beast into dust once again...
It left some stuff behind as I caught the card from the air. It Camp Half-Blood... strange I thought slipping into my pocket and setting off to find the address of the so call camp...
Left camp
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