Gender: Male
Mortal Parent: Diego Rivera
God Parent: Hecate
Date of Birth: July 16th, 2000
Place of Birth: San Juan, Puerto Rico
Hometown/Last Residence: New York City
Race/ethnicity: Although he mostly embraces his Puertorican roots, he's part African and part Spanish
Accent: Caribbean English
Skin Tone: Light brown
Eye Color: Dark brown
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hair Length: His hair length varies on how long it takes him to cut it. He will go for months without cutting it making it cover his eyes sometimes or he will cut it once a month himself with a knife making some areas longer than others.
Height: Five foot seven
Weight: 155
Body Type: Ectomorph
Appearance: He wears a black leather jacket that used to be his Father's along with his camp half blood t-shirt. He also has a small watch he also got from his father that he will sometimes anxiously rub as a nervous reflex. He slouches when he's tired and that's often. His feet sometimes diagonally at times when he walks and his shoelaces will be sloppily tied sometimes. He has dark circles under his eyes and his eyebrows are small. His neutral expression has a slight smile and he will slouch slightly. His shoulders are slouched and his fingernails are chewed. Sometimes he'll have sharpie doodles on his hands and arms. His hair is styled to slightly curve at the end towards the right.
Weapon: One or two celestial bronze swords he wields backhand that has random runes he got from harry potter forums carved onto them. Also uses his shadow creations to fight for him.
Armor: Prefers to avoid the use as it makes him slow. However, during Capture the Flag or war games he will use a regular chestplate and helmet from the armory.
Pet(s): none
Skills/Talents: good at shadow magic; can rap bohemian rhapsody without stopping; plays the drums; an amateur surfer; speaks spanish
Flaws: Fatal flaw: easily manipulated. He often acts before thinking, making him not think things through too much, and he's sometimes sleep deprived which makes him prone to paranoia. With the right words, he could be twisted into doing what you wish; clingy. He has a problem with letting go. He might act like he's over something, but deep down he's still hurting. This makes him afraid of being abandoned; scar on his gut. He was born with a rare disease that made his lower intestines not function correctly. He had two surgeries and fell into a coma; his eyes have dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep; emotionally unstable. His mood is practically a rollercoaster. It's easy to make amends with him this way because you can just give him some milk chocolate and he'll calm down. Sometimes these moods surface and contradict each other, making him feel like he's losing his mind. It's best to stay away when this happens
Strengths: Witty; fast thinker; creative; knows how to negotiate well
Weaknesses: easily distracted; inattentive; tends to act before thinking; insomniac
Likes: chocolate; music; exploring; being able to relax at times; books
Dislikes: spicy foods; waking up before 7 am; talking about the past; alcohol
Fears: claustrophobic; being abandoned
Personality: his mind and heart are constantly conflicted making him feel crazy. Ever since the death of his father, his mind want's him to stay secluded and avoid outside contact but his heart wants him to enjoy life and be with friends and lots of them. He is a ticking time bomb and his emotions are constantly shifting making him unable to make the right decision at times. To him, trust is the most important thing and he's can sometimes be very trusting of people.
Powers: He likes to put his creativity to use by summoning bones from graves that are at max 25 feet away and connecting them into things, for example a wall or a sword. He also likes to use healing spells that can heal deep wounds in a minute in case of trouble or no ambrosia but that takes a lot of energy out of him and a basic levitation spell of which he uses to be lazy with that lifts things up to ten pounds, for a maximum distance of 10 feet, can only levitate stuff for up to ten feet in the air and up to 5 minutes. He can also control the mist to a limit. He can change how some people look to others, like Thalia does in the beginning of the titan's curse, but he can't do it for very long. A maximum of 10 minutes. Depending on the spell he uses his energy get's depleted so I will add a points system to his spells and energy valve.
Max energy before passing out: 100
Bone creation:
Small creation (anywhere from one foot tall and one foot diameter to three feet tall five feet diameter): 10 energy points
Medium creation (anywhere from one more inch to the previous maximum to 7.5 feet tall 7.5 feet diameter): 25 energy points
Healing spell:
Broken bone: 25 energy points
Deep wounds: 90 energy points
Levitation: 5 energy points
If he has let's say 50 energy point's and he uses a spell that takes him past 110 used energy points he dies.
If he exceeds his spent energy from 100 but stay's within 101 to 110 he will simply pass out.
1 to 40 energy spent: normal stance and slightly out of breath
41 to 80 energy spent: slight slouching and heavy breathing
81 to 100 energy spent: slouching and leaning from one side to the other
His bone creations can be destroyed, but it depends on the creation and it's purpose. Let's say a wall. If it's purpose is to prevent an enemy from going somewhere, the shadow would act like a wall, and break if enough force is used. If the wall's purpose is to stop or slow down a projectile, it will do so and then collapse. Now lets say a figure. If it's purpose is to fight, it might easily fall after a few strikes. If it's purpose is to defend, it may be able to withstand many blows. Of course they can rebuild themselves once if he wants. Once he uses a spell, he must wait 15 minutes or until it's destroyed to be able to use it again, however he can make multiple creatures in one spell but that increases the energy required and the maximum is five small and three medium. If his creations are not destroyed in 10 minutes they will collapse. The biggest wound he can heal is three inches long, one inch wide andone and a half inch deep cut. His energy is replenished by resting, but only at a rate of 2 points per half hour. Of course sleeping changes that to 10 points per hour but he has to wait fifteen minutes after waking up to use his powers again. If needed, his energy can be restored by 50 points by eating ambrosia or drinking nectar, but only two times a day.
Social Status: Popular
Summer or Year Rounder: Year Rounder
Years at Camp: 0
Life Before Camp:
Hecate stayed with Seb's father until his birth. Diego knew few about her except that she was a woman who traveled around the world. When Sebastian was born, Hecate left a few days later without a trace. Since then, Seb thought badly of his mother.
Age Five:
A warm Sunday morning. Sebastian was running around the house trying to pack his suitcase. He was grabbing stuff left and right and his father stayed close to make sure he didn't grab anything unnecessary or breakable. He finished up and ran to the car so that they could begin their trip. The reason they were moving was because there weren't enough jobs and money so Diego wanted to go to New York to find a better paying job. He quickly found one as a mythology teacher at a nearby university. Sebastian liked it at his new home.
Sebastian's ADHD didn't stop him from getting good grades. He because a star student and joined the school's soccer team as a hobby. He quickly gained many friends and was busy almost always, never making him bored.
Age Eleven:
"Seb come on, you'll be late." His father screamed from downstairs. Sebastian was staring off into space when his dad's call jolted him back to life. He ran downstairs, ready to go to his first day of high school. He skipped the third grade and had gone one higher which meant that he was always the youngest in the class. He had also started to take medications for his ADHD to help him concentrate in class. He loved his life and was happy.
As his ADHD got worse, Sebastian found himself having to make some changes to his schedule and had less time for soccer, so he quit. He wasn't that good anyways. He found happiness in music and games and regularly had people over at his house to play Mario kart or stuff like that. His dad traveled frequently so he often stayed at different friends houses, but that made band practice easier when a couple of his friends invited him to join their band when he was 13. He was very sociable.
Age Fourteen:
"Dude come on we need you Sunday night." His bandmates complained. Their biggest gig just happened to be the night before one of the biggest tests of the semester. "Guys I don't know. I really should try and study. When will the concert end?" Sebastian asked? He was the drummer and everyone knows that without a drummer a band can easily get out of sync. "10 PM. Dude, seriously though, don't worry about the tests. You'll easily ace it anyways." Seb considered this, then nodded his head. "Alright. What have I got to lose?"
Sebastian was loving every minute of his life. He kept having nightmares but he just took meds for them. He now owned a drumset and was practicing every Saturday afternoon. He was elected student body president and was busier than ever, but it kept him from being bored. So he didn't mind. He loved it.
His father was killed by a Nemean lion that had made its way into his home. After that, a Satyr named Tehran, who was watching over Sebastian, took him to Camp after a few days. The trip was a blur to Sebastian so he only remembers a lot of running but he took a ferry ride and traveled in several buses before reaching camp.
Role-playing Example:
"Hey Seb, wait up!" Terran quickly moved his crutches to catch up with Sebastian. Sebastian slowed down to allow his friend to catch up with him. "Hey man. What's up?" "Not much. Can I go over to your house so we can study together? The algebra homework has me really confused." "Sure. I'm sure my dad won't mind." And so they walked to Seb's house which was only three blocks away. Sebastian unlocked the door and opened it, but what he saw, practically traumatized him. There was a huge lion feasting on his father. There was blood everywhere. Terrain quickly grabbed Sebastian's hand and ran. Sebastian just moved his feet to keep up with his friend. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice his friend had left his crutches behind. Terrain was speaking to him but the words just echoed in his mind and repeated themselves over and over again. All Sebastian could think about was his Father's face of horror. His face was stuck that way because of that monster. Eventually Seb was pulled out of his thoughts when Tehran slapped him. "DUDE! You're not even listening! Just forget it, come on, we're close, but so is the Nemean Lion. We have to keep moving." "Yeah, sure. Let's do that." And so they ran for what felt like an eternity. His legs felt like they wouldn't stop and even in his dreams he felt like he was being chased. Eventually they were running towards a strawberry field. Wait, no. A camp. There were people training in the distance. Sebastian could feel himself getting tired. Wait, he was already tired. Right? He couldn't remember. But the camp started getting farther and farther away. He needed to keep funning for his life. But how much longer could he run? There was shouting. Lot's of it. Sebastian tried to stay focused, but suddenly, everything went black
Notes: Wow, sorry for not updating sooner or anything. Anyways, I finished finally.
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