Name: Maggie Murry
Age: 11. 7th grade though.
Gender: Female
Eyes: Sky blue
Hair: Copper
Height: 5'2
Body Type: Tall and average weight about 85 lbs
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Ameilia Murry
Country of Origin: Florida, U.S.A
Pets: Baby Sheltie
Talents: Writing, mostly poems
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Dagger
Personality: Easy to make laugh. She's jumpy and hyper mostly gets into peoples way. She doesn't care what other people think about her. But really it hurts deep down and she wants to be like everyone else.
Flaws: Needs to argue with anything she doesn't agree with and convince the person she's disagreeing with, unorganized, and doesn't think before she talks.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can sing so beautifully can enchant and object to come alive such as a plant and fight for her four times a day for 10 min. Any living thing such as another human, monster, animal, ect for 5 min twice a day. She can basically do anything to it and or ten mostly used for distraction though during battles.
Life Before Camp*: Was a really great writer in Miami. She spent a lot of time writing her best friend was Andy (Satyr). They both were kicked out of school when Maggie was in 5th grade because a gorgon chased her into hiding in the cafeteria. The reason for this was her mom thought it would be nice to give her a phone. Howver she accidentally turned on the stove and set the place on fire and her phone. Andy told Amelia and they soon made arrangements for CHB. However she didn't leave until she was in 7th grade because Amelia thought she couldn't handle until high school. But of course more monsters kept pursuing and she was forced to send her daughter to camp.
RP Example*: The wind blew in my face. I would've stopped to enjoy it. The thing was I was being hunted. I trudged through the leaves. I scaled a tree hoping to see the flag anywhere. Suddenly the was a crackle. I turned around. A small gray bunny hopped and ran quickly into the opposite bush. I sighed and continued on. Another crackle... The same bunny? I turned. No...
Age: 11. 7th grade though.
Gender: Female
Eyes: Sky blue
Hair: Copper
Height: 5'2
Body Type: Tall and average weight about 85 lbs
Skin Color: Tan
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Ameilia Murry
Country of Origin: Florida, U.S.A
Pets: Baby Sheltie
Talents: Writing, mostly poems
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Dagger
Personality: Easy to make laugh. She's jumpy and hyper mostly gets into peoples way. She doesn't care what other people think about her. But really it hurts deep down and she wants to be like everyone else.
Flaws: Needs to argue with anything she doesn't agree with and convince the person she's disagreeing with, unorganized, and doesn't think before she talks.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can sing so beautifully can enchant and object to come alive such as a plant and fight for her four times a day for 10 min. Any living thing such as another human, monster, animal, ect for 5 min twice a day. She can basically do anything to it and or ten mostly used for distraction though during battles.
Life Before Camp*: Was a really great writer in Miami. She spent a lot of time writing her best friend was Andy (Satyr). They both were kicked out of school when Maggie was in 5th grade because a gorgon chased her into hiding in the cafeteria. The reason for this was her mom thought it would be nice to give her a phone. Howver she accidentally turned on the stove and set the place on fire and her phone. Andy told Amelia and they soon made arrangements for CHB. However she didn't leave until she was in 7th grade because Amelia thought she couldn't handle until high school. But of course more monsters kept pursuing and she was forced to send her daughter to camp.
RP Example*: The wind blew in my face. I would've stopped to enjoy it. The thing was I was being hunted. I trudged through the leaves. I scaled a tree hoping to see the flag anywhere. Suddenly the was a crackle. I turned around. A small gray bunny hopped and ran quickly into the opposite bush. I sighed and continued on. Another crackle... The same bunny? I turned. No...