Name: Zach Summers
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Eyes: Constantly changing from dark blues to light blues downed inform her mood. No magic is involved, she was just born was this.
Hair: Black, Long, always pulled into a messy bun
Height: 5'8
Body Type: skinny and short.
Skin Color: a tan-ish color, not tan or pale, in between
God Parent: Thanatos
Mortal Parent: Carin Summers
Country of Origin: Britain
Pets: A little mouse that she named Bear
Talents: Archery, Running, Throwing daggers, sword fighting, and rock climbing
Weapon**: I long, 3'6, thin sword
Personality: Angry, stormy, over reacting, protective, and anti-social. She hates people almost as much as she hates waking up in the morning. She usually takes we time getting to know people and never makes friends on purpose. She's very lonely.
Flaws: Never socializes, suffers from depression, not good at communicating, and sometimes can intimidate people who want to talk to her.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life Before CHB*: Carin was drunk and neglective ever since Zach's father left. She constantly yelled at Zach and bullied her. Zach was too scared to speak up for herself, reminding herself that her mother could get better. Zach was so kind and so sweet, when her mother yelled. After a while, Zach just hid. She was so happy when a satyr came to save her from her mom at twelve years old. She doesn't talk to anyone and isn't a ver happy person. After a while, she started believing what her mom said, having constant memories of being called cruel names. She had currently been at camp for five years.
RP Example*: I sat upon this hill on a gloomy day, just staring up at the clouds. They looked as if they were going to rain, but they didn't. I formed a poem in my head.
The day is long
but life is short
just like grey skies
on a no rain day
I scoffed at myself. I hated my poems, with a passion, but I stayed quiet, for people were looking at me. Ducking away, I mumbled something about food and the hermes cabin. Sweatshirt billowed behind me, making me imagine being a dark wizard that controlled all and helped kids that needed me. I smiled at the thought.
Any notes about your characters: none
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Eyes: Constantly changing from dark blues to light blues downed inform her mood. No magic is involved, she was just born was this.
Hair: Black, Long, always pulled into a messy bun
Height: 5'8
Body Type: skinny and short.
Skin Color: a tan-ish color, not tan or pale, in between
God Parent: Thanatos
Mortal Parent: Carin Summers
Country of Origin: Britain
Pets: A little mouse that she named Bear
Talents: Archery, Running, Throwing daggers, sword fighting, and rock climbing
Weapon**: I long, 3'6, thin sword
Personality: Angry, stormy, over reacting, protective, and anti-social. She hates people almost as much as she hates waking up in the morning. She usually takes we time getting to know people and never makes friends on purpose. She's very lonely.
Flaws: Never socializes, suffers from depression, not good at communicating, and sometimes can intimidate people who want to talk to her.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life Before CHB*: Carin was drunk and neglective ever since Zach's father left. She constantly yelled at Zach and bullied her. Zach was too scared to speak up for herself, reminding herself that her mother could get better. Zach was so kind and so sweet, when her mother yelled. After a while, Zach just hid. She was so happy when a satyr came to save her from her mom at twelve years old. She doesn't talk to anyone and isn't a ver happy person. After a while, she started believing what her mom said, having constant memories of being called cruel names. She had currently been at camp for five years.
RP Example*: I sat upon this hill on a gloomy day, just staring up at the clouds. They looked as if they were going to rain, but they didn't. I formed a poem in my head.
The day is long
but life is short
just like grey skies
on a no rain day
I scoffed at myself. I hated my poems, with a passion, but I stayed quiet, for people were looking at me. Ducking away, I mumbled something about food and the hermes cabin. Sweatshirt billowed behind me, making me imagine being a dark wizard that controlled all and helped kids that needed me. I smiled at the thought.
Any notes about your characters: none
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