Joel Robertson

Name: Joel Robertson
Age: He was born on June 14th, 1997. He is 17 years old.
Gender: Male
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Black/Dark Brown. Pretty short, his neck gets itchy if it gets too long.
Height: 6’ 1
Body Type: Lean, somewhat Lanky.
Skin Color: Sort of tan. More of a beige-ish color.
God Parent: Dionysus
Mortal Parent: Katarina Robertson, age 41.

Katarina AKA Angie Harmon:

Country of Origin: Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Pets:None
Talents: good sense of humor, piano, perseverance.
Weapon**: CB broad sword aprox. 130cm long
Personality:  Joel’s personality can be described as ENFP, on the meyer brigg’s scale. He is very extroverted, and loves to be the center of attention. He makes friends easily, although he doesn’t really know them all that well. Same goes the other way around, he’ll make friends and hang out with them, but he won’t let them get to know everything about him. He’s definitely not an open book. Many times it seems as if he’s very random and unpredictable, only in his mind, his actions are very straightforward. Joel isn’t a fan of change, and wants everything to stay the same always. He isn’t very adaptable and takes awhile to deal with said changes. Joel doesn’t like focusing on the details of things, a trait which is magnified with his ADHD. If something seems too tedious, he won’t do it. Joel doesn’t think of consequences, and loves taking risks. His mother has taught him to act polite and never give up, even in the most impossible of situations.  
Flaws: unpredictable, needs to be center of attention, hides emotions, doesn’t like change.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional):None
Life Before Camp*: Katarina was only 24 when she had Joel. She met Dionysus at a party, and nine months later, out popped Joel. Dionysus had left a message with her when she became pregnant, explaining who her child was and what to do when he came of age. Katarina got a job as a bartender and when Joel was ten, as a personal assistant. They lived in a rough part of town, and Katarina did everything she could to keep Joel out of trouble. When Joel was 13, Katarina told Joel they were going for ice cream. Instead they ended up at camp. Without the ice cream. Joel is still upset about that.
RP Example*: Joel had taken a train down to Boston. It was his mother’s birthday, and he wasn’t about to let her spend it alone. He had a bouquet of flowers and his sword (In case he met a particularly nasty monster) and was standing on his mother’s doorstep. She lived in a small house. Only two bedrooms, both of which were small. But it was home. Home was nice. Joel rapped on the screen door, and stepped back, holding the flower’s behind his back. The face of Katarina Robertson appeared, and it only took two seconds for her to recognize her son. “What are you doing here?!” She said, only she looked as happy as could be. Joel held out the flowers, “Happy birthday.” Katarina laughed and enveloped her son in a hug.
“Katarina?” Someone said from inside the house, “Who’s there?”
From over his mother’s shoulders, a man appeared. Tall, broad shoulders, sort of looked like George Clooney.
Katarina started to look flustered,“Oh! Bill, this is my son, Joel. Joel, this is…my boyfriend, Bill.” No. No no no no. This wasn’t okay. Joel’s mother didn’t need a boyfriend. Joel and her were fine. It was best being just the two of them. But Joel didn’t say that. All he did was shake the man’s hand, saying, “Pleasure to meet you.” Even though it wasn’t.
Any notes about your characters: FC is Natt Wolff

Just so you know, the ages don't add up. If Joel is 17, and his mother had him at 21, that would make his mother 38, rather than 41. The math nerd inside me was getting irritated. XD

Otherwise, I think you're perfect!

And Natt Wolff. I love you.

That is my bad. Edited!

Approved!