Name: Aaron James Young
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Height: 5,11
Body Type: Lean, muscular
Skin Color: Caucasian, somewhat pale
God Parent: Triton
Mortal Parent: Alicia Young
Country of Origin: United Sates
Pets: None
Talents: Sword fighting, archery, hand to hand combat
Weapon**: A Celestial Bronze sword named Neroú
Flaws: kinda clumsy, has small bursts of anger, A fear of darkness (only when it's pitch black)
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can control water. Can use water manipulation 8 times a day, for 10 minutes at a time. In between usages, he needs to wait 30 minutes. The most powerful thing he can do with it is make a small typhoon that encompasses everything within 20ft of Aaron,its radius is 15 ft, and can be as fast as 50mph, for 5 minutes. It can only be used once a day. There needs to be a large body of water around for him to use the typhoon. After creating a typhoon, Aaron will need to rest for about 10-15 minutes, as he can barely stand. If he pushes himself, Aaron will pass out. He can breathe underwater for 20 minutes a day, 3 times a day, 30 minutes in between uses.
Life Before CHB*: Aaron lived in California for most of his life. He would always surf, which was what he did best. His mother was married to a man he believed was his father, but that soon changed when a snake man tried to drown him. During his panic, the waves basically did what he wanted them to. He had control of the waves, but only for a second. That was enough to alert his "surf instructor" and have him save Aaron. With a second look, Aaron realized his instructor had goat legs...Yes, goat legs. His instructor filled him in about everything, and took him across the country to New York, to Camp Half Blood.
RP Example*: I was tired, but it didn't matter. I had to keep running, to this place with others like me. Other god children. This was insane. Was I hallucinating due to the food at my school...Again? Was I really gonna let this goat man take me all the way across the country? I was injured, blood running down my forehead. I didn't dare to turn around, I just pushed through the pine trees. We didnt have these in California, and the needles scratched my arms and face. And there I saw it. The gates to Camp Half-Blood.
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Age: 15
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Height: 5,11
Body Type: Lean, muscular
Skin Color: Caucasian, somewhat pale
God Parent: Triton
Mortal Parent: Alicia Young
Country of Origin: United Sates
Pets: None
Talents: Sword fighting, archery, hand to hand combat
Weapon**: A Celestial Bronze sword named Neroú
Flaws: kinda clumsy, has small bursts of anger, A fear of darkness (only when it's pitch black)
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can control water. Can use water manipulation 8 times a day, for 10 minutes at a time. In between usages, he needs to wait 30 minutes. The most powerful thing he can do with it is make a small typhoon that encompasses everything within 20ft of Aaron,its radius is 15 ft, and can be as fast as 50mph, for 5 minutes. It can only be used once a day. There needs to be a large body of water around for him to use the typhoon. After creating a typhoon, Aaron will need to rest for about 10-15 minutes, as he can barely stand. If he pushes himself, Aaron will pass out. He can breathe underwater for 20 minutes a day, 3 times a day, 30 minutes in between uses.
Life Before CHB*: Aaron lived in California for most of his life. He would always surf, which was what he did best. His mother was married to a man he believed was his father, but that soon changed when a snake man tried to drown him. During his panic, the waves basically did what he wanted them to. He had control of the waves, but only for a second. That was enough to alert his "surf instructor" and have him save Aaron. With a second look, Aaron realized his instructor had goat legs...Yes, goat legs. His instructor filled him in about everything, and took him across the country to New York, to Camp Half Blood.
RP Example*: I was tired, but it didn't matter. I had to keep running, to this place with others like me. Other god children. This was insane. Was I hallucinating due to the food at my school...Again? Was I really gonna let this goat man take me all the way across the country? I was injured, blood running down my forehead. I didn't dare to turn around, I just pushed through the pine trees. We didnt have these in California, and the needles scratched my arms and face. And there I saw it. The gates to Camp Half-Blood.
Any notes about your characters:
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