Age: 14
Gender: Male
Eyes: Deep brown
Hair: ragged ear length, brown
Height: 5' 6''
Body Type: Wide and very muscular
Skin Color: White, but very tanned.
God Parent: Cratus
Mortal Parent: Samantha Weant
Country of Origin: America
Pets: None
Talents: Fistfighting, lifting, some swordplay.
Skills: Fighting.
Weapon: A pair of spiked gauntlets
Flaws: His self-reliance can sometimes cause him to be cold and unattached to other people. This combined with a preference to be alone can sometimes put him into an extreme solitary state where he can fly off of the hook at minor disturbances.
Powers: Extreme adrenelane rushes can amplify his considerable strength 5 to 10x. Can last up to 5 min. any longer than that he passes out from exaustion. The longer he is in the adrenaline rush, the harder he crashes afterwards.
Life Before CHB: Dante was born in the St. Anthony Hospital in Chicago and his mother died in childbirth. He was given to an orphanage, basically learned to grow up by himself, with very little help from the teachers at the orphanage with anything. Learned to read with difficutly because of his dislexia and was taunted because of it, so he ran away into the streets. There he learned to fight from bums and other run-aways. He established a name for himself in the alleys of Chicago as one of the best fighters, spent most of his outside time at a local gym, working out and entering small underground boxing matches. Dante was finally found by a faun and brought to camp Half-Blood.
RP Example: Dante looked around the green pastures and saw immediatley a lake, some cabins, and a large house. "Hmph" was his only comment to the faun standing directly next to him who was looking directly to the woods as if he cared to do nothing more than to drop Dante off and head back to the forest in the most direct path possible. This suited Dante just fine, since he didn't really care much for the faun's companionship. It was cleaner than the alleys, that's for sure, but not quite as homley to him. It's not that the camp wasn't nice, it was just that... well it didn't quite suit him. He grunted again and the faun snapped out of his subtle trance and pointed him to a large house and said, "Go over there and another camper will help you out, I'm sure." Dante simply nodded and grunted again and split paths with the faun, now directing his path to the large house labeled, "The Big House," Dante almost chuckled at the irony.
Any notes about your characters: Dante may be solitary at times, but if his trust or his respect is gained, he will stand beside anyone and fight to his last breath for them.
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