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by mehbeh1 4/3/2017, 9:17 pmName: Philip Wilson Dillards Junior
Age: 15
Gender: Cis-Male
Eyes: Bright blue
Hair: Auburn blonde
Height: 5'6
Body Type: Sorta athletic, more feminine than masculine
Skin Color: Pale, with freckles everywhere from his forehead to his feet.
God Parent: Iris
Mortal Parent(s): (Adoptive) David Charles Dillards, Philip Wilson Dillards Senior
Country of Origin: United States of America - Massachusetts.
Pets: A 2-year-old solid grey cat named Winter- Sometimes sneaks out of the cabin to hunt fresh food. By sometimes- I mean often, and Philip lets her do it. She has a light pink bell collar, with her name and shot tags on it as well, but that doesn't stop her from bringing mice, birds and rabbits home to the members of cabin #14.
Talents: He's an okay swordsman and a good swimmer. Rather fast- since he runs away from bullies in the mortal world all the time. He can find a way to make cabin #14 look clean.
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Backsword- Has a light pink hilt, Phillip calls him Giana, after a special girl back in the mortal world. It's very delicate- and could break under too much pressure.
Personality: Introducing himself is hard- so he's to himself, and never speaks unless spoken to first. Unless he's in one of his odd moments- when he can approach someone without fear. Those moments are great for him, and others. Most of the time, anyway... He follows authority and never disobeys, but once you get to know him, he is an emotional mess. He's loyal, though, and some wonder if that's the only good part of him. It's not, though, only one of a few, such as his patience, his kindness and his accidental charm.
Flaws: Neat freak, Nervous, Squeamish, Shy, Gets crushes too easily, and Emotional, he also has a huge overbite. He could stick his thumb in there!
Abilities: None
Powers: Speaking to Pegasi.
Life Before Camp*: Until Philip was five, his life was pretty normal. As normal as it gets for a rich-kid demigod. His biological father, Philip Wilson Dillards Senior, married his adoptive father, David Charles. David, who Philip and his father just called "Charles", was a good man to Philip, who was beginning to feel different than other kids, not because he had two fathers- but because he would have strange nightmares- and even stranger things happen to him. A neighbour, who lived in the middle of the walk home from school, had some Dobermans that always barked viciously at young Philip and none of the other kids.
One day, he was walking home and the Dobermans attacked Philip. Punched the in the dog's faces and they passed out on top of him. He ran to his expensive home, with a small scratch on his face. Philip Senior sent him to a private school immediately.
Not much happened until he turned 14. He despised the private school and even more hated the kids there. It was a school for rich kids, and a lot of rich kids are brats. However, he met a beautifully sensitive girl named Giana, who he asked to the dance. Life was going great, but one day, a boy took him away from the private school with the excuse, "It's not safe for you here."
The world turned upside down at that point.
The boy revealed himself to be half-goat. A satyr, he called himself, and his name was Ferdir, he told Philip. He had a great trust for Philip, and in exchange, he trusted Ferdir as well. Ferdir told him they were going to a place where people like him belonged. Sons and Daughters of Greek gods, he had said.
They were almost there when they were attacked by Scythian Dracaena, in a hotel fairly close to Camp. She lured Philip to her, but Ferdir shoved him aside, telling him "RUN! YOU KNOW THE WAY, PHILIP!"
Philip, remembering everything Ferdir had told him about how the camp was only a few turns away, bolted, forgetting about what might happen to Ferdir. He got there, thanks to his speed, and was brought to cabin #14
For a while, he grieved for his friend, who he can only assume dead. He doesn't grieve for him anymore- but he accepts the satyr is gone.
RP Example*: The breeze blew in his hair. Nearby, his cat, Winter, given to him by his father, sat near the edge of the shoreline. She seemed to be trying to catch a fish. Philip smiled a bit. He heard footsteps behind him. He quickly whirled around.
Any notes about your characters: He loves peaches, light pink, and the beach!
Age: 15
Gender: Cis-Male
Eyes: Bright blue
Hair: Auburn blonde
Height: 5'6
Body Type: Sorta athletic, more feminine than masculine
Skin Color: Pale, with freckles everywhere from his forehead to his feet.
God Parent: Iris
Mortal Parent(s): (Adoptive) David Charles Dillards, Philip Wilson Dillards Senior
Country of Origin: United States of America - Massachusetts.
Pets: A 2-year-old solid grey cat named Winter- Sometimes sneaks out of the cabin to hunt fresh food. By sometimes- I mean often, and Philip lets her do it. She has a light pink bell collar, with her name and shot tags on it as well, but that doesn't stop her from bringing mice, birds and rabbits home to the members of cabin #14.
Talents: He's an okay swordsman and a good swimmer. Rather fast- since he runs away from bullies in the mortal world all the time. He can find a way to make cabin #14 look clean.
Weapon**: Celestial Bronze Backsword- Has a light pink hilt, Phillip calls him Giana, after a special girl back in the mortal world. It's very delicate- and could break under too much pressure.
Personality: Introducing himself is hard- so he's to himself, and never speaks unless spoken to first. Unless he's in one of his odd moments- when he can approach someone without fear. Those moments are great for him, and others. Most of the time, anyway... He follows authority and never disobeys, but once you get to know him, he is an emotional mess. He's loyal, though, and some wonder if that's the only good part of him. It's not, though, only one of a few, such as his patience, his kindness and his accidental charm.
Flaws: Neat freak, Nervous, Squeamish, Shy, Gets crushes too easily, and Emotional, he also has a huge overbite. He could stick his thumb in there!
Abilities: None
Powers: Speaking to Pegasi.
Life Before Camp*: Until Philip was five, his life was pretty normal. As normal as it gets for a rich-kid demigod. His biological father, Philip Wilson Dillards Senior, married his adoptive father, David Charles. David, who Philip and his father just called "Charles", was a good man to Philip, who was beginning to feel different than other kids, not because he had two fathers- but because he would have strange nightmares- and even stranger things happen to him. A neighbour, who lived in the middle of the walk home from school, had some Dobermans that always barked viciously at young Philip and none of the other kids.
One day, he was walking home and the Dobermans attacked Philip. Punched the in the dog's faces and they passed out on top of him. He ran to his expensive home, with a small scratch on his face. Philip Senior sent him to a private school immediately.
Not much happened until he turned 14. He despised the private school and even more hated the kids there. It was a school for rich kids, and a lot of rich kids are brats. However, he met a beautifully sensitive girl named Giana, who he asked to the dance. Life was going great, but one day, a boy took him away from the private school with the excuse, "It's not safe for you here."
The world turned upside down at that point.
The boy revealed himself to be half-goat. A satyr, he called himself, and his name was Ferdir, he told Philip. He had a great trust for Philip, and in exchange, he trusted Ferdir as well. Ferdir told him they were going to a place where people like him belonged. Sons and Daughters of Greek gods, he had said.
They were almost there when they were attacked by Scythian Dracaena, in a hotel fairly close to Camp. She lured Philip to her, but Ferdir shoved him aside, telling him "RUN! YOU KNOW THE WAY, PHILIP!"
Philip, remembering everything Ferdir had told him about how the camp was only a few turns away, bolted, forgetting about what might happen to Ferdir. He got there, thanks to his speed, and was brought to cabin #14
For a while, he grieved for his friend, who he can only assume dead. He doesn't grieve for him anymore- but he accepts the satyr is gone.
RP Example*: The breeze blew in his hair. Nearby, his cat, Winter, given to him by his father, sat near the edge of the shoreline. She seemed to be trying to catch a fish. Philip smiled a bit. He heard footsteps behind him. He quickly whirled around.
Any notes about your characters: He loves peaches, light pink, and the beach!
Last edited by mehbeh1 on 4/4/2017, 7:24 am; edited 3 times in total (Reason for editing : Changed his powers! :rock:)
