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by Holly 5/28/2014, 1:50 amName: Zachary Scots
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Hazel/Green
Hair: A very dark brown, almost black.
Height: 5'11
Body Type: muscular, with a medium build
Skin Color: tan
God Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Stephen Scots
Country of Origin: America
Pets: a soft coated wheaten terrier named Daisy
Talents: Swordfighting, flirting, construction, architecture, plotting, battle tactics
Weapon**: a celestial bronze tessen, as well as a large broadsword
Personality: Zachary is mostly a kind and caring guy, though sometimes he can get depressed. He is really had to anger, but at times will lose his temper. His personality is a reflection of several morals he tries to live by, such as being constant and true, as well as sticking up for his fellow man and putting tyrants to rest.
Flaws: Overcaring, a limp in one leg due to a corrective surgery, afraid of needles: so bad it causes him to freeze up
Life Before CHB*: Zachary was born in a small town north of Richmond, Va. He was a healthy child and lived an average life for most of it. When he was nine he had to have a corrective surgery on his left leg which caused him to have a plate and six screws in his femur. A year later he moved to Ohio where he learned the truth about his parentage. His father explained everything that he knew and sent Zachary to camp where he goes every summer. His family moved out to Sacramento so now he lives with whatever relatives can take him when he needs a house to stay at.
RP Example*: I smiled as I walked throughout the wide and expansive valley of camp, my hair blowing back lightly as I looked over towards the cabins: my destination. It had been a really long and tiring day for me, all the harsh training and chores I did had made me really tired and sleepy. Walking down the path I waved the campers and nature spirits which I passed, and most of them would give a playful wave in return to my kind gesture. I was really anxious to get back to my cabin though, so I didn't stop to talk to anyone as I ran for the cabin of Athena. I had a nice good book on my bed that I couldn't wait to resume reading, and now was perhaps one of the only chances I got. So, after catching my breath I entered the cabin.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: Hazel/Green
Hair: A very dark brown, almost black.
Height: 5'11
Body Type: muscular, with a medium build
Skin Color: tan
God Parent: Athena
Mortal Parent: Stephen Scots
Country of Origin: America
Pets: a soft coated wheaten terrier named Daisy
Talents: Swordfighting, flirting, construction, architecture, plotting, battle tactics
Weapon**: a celestial bronze tessen, as well as a large broadsword
Personality: Zachary is mostly a kind and caring guy, though sometimes he can get depressed. He is really had to anger, but at times will lose his temper. His personality is a reflection of several morals he tries to live by, such as being constant and true, as well as sticking up for his fellow man and putting tyrants to rest.
Flaws: Overcaring, a limp in one leg due to a corrective surgery, afraid of needles: so bad it causes him to freeze up
Life Before CHB*: Zachary was born in a small town north of Richmond, Va. He was a healthy child and lived an average life for most of it. When he was nine he had to have a corrective surgery on his left leg which caused him to have a plate and six screws in his femur. A year later he moved to Ohio where he learned the truth about his parentage. His father explained everything that he knew and sent Zachary to camp where he goes every summer. His family moved out to Sacramento so now he lives with whatever relatives can take him when he needs a house to stay at.
RP Example*: I smiled as I walked throughout the wide and expansive valley of camp, my hair blowing back lightly as I looked over towards the cabins: my destination. It had been a really long and tiring day for me, all the harsh training and chores I did had made me really tired and sleepy. Walking down the path I waved the campers and nature spirits which I passed, and most of them would give a playful wave in return to my kind gesture. I was really anxious to get back to my cabin though, so I didn't stop to talk to anyone as I ran for the cabin of Athena. I had a nice good book on my bed that I couldn't wait to resume reading, and now was perhaps one of the only chances I got. So, after catching my breath I entered the cabin.
Last edited by Zachattac on 5/28/2014, 2:16 am; edited 2 times in total
