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by wallacewells4eva17 10/15/2011, 12:33 pmName: Sean Michael Collin
Age: 13
Gender: male
Eyes: greyish blue
Hair: raven black(assumed to be dyed)
Height: 5'2
Body Type: slender
Skin Color: light,bordering on pale.
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Michael Allen Collin
Country of Origin: America
Pets: A small black kitten named Shadow
Talents: drawing,kinda skilled in swinging a sword, and breaking glass cups(if that counts)
Weapon**: A single broadsword made of celestial bronze.
Flaws: Is somewhat gullible, and can be tricked into doing anything with the right wording. Is clumsy, and tends to break things,especially glass. Self concious about his heght.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can shot out bolts of magic energy about the size of a baseball. They explode on contact with a sort of fiery property. Can make about 26 in one day, and hold them. If he tries to make one about the size of a basketball, it will drain him almost entirly. He also has a minor spell that allows telekinesis, where he can lift upto 78 pounds without over exerting himself. Though over that would require intense concentration, and possible even mental strain.
Life Before CHB*: Sean had an average, and somewhat decent life. His dad did work most of the time and his wife took care of him. Though she had an overbearing streak about her, always making sure to watch over him. Since he had a slight micheveous streak about him, but it didn't get him too deeply in trouble. He was somewhat likeable in school, and had a good circle of firends. Though around the age of 13 he had the most odd occurence. Well not that he didn't have some pretty odd times before He was attacked by a harpy. Sure he had heard of them before, and read about them. Thugh he didn't read too much, now he was being attacked by what shold be fiction. Though he was saved by an odd man, with goat legs nonetheless. He introduced himself, called himself a satyr. Sure he had seen some weird things in hsi life, but this was just rediculous. He called him a demigod, and offered to take him to this place called Camp Half-Blood. Even though he was hesitent, he wanted to know more. So he went with the Satyr.
RP Example*: The cabin was in absolute silence. As he drew in a deep, silent breath. It had been only about a month since he had arrived, so eh was just getting used to the camp. Sure it was pretty fun, and the people were cool. In act, he kinda liked it here. Even if some of the Aphrodite girls were stuck up, and all that. The people were fun, and he had is favorite kitten beside him. A small black form nuzzling up to his side, as she saw a brief flash of gold. Smirk comign acroos his face, as fingers found their way over to scratch the cats ear."Thats a good girl." He muttered, as his eyes sleepily closed. Darkness of dreams overtaking him.
Any notes about your characters: His powers began to surface at age 8, but he only began to practice them when he was 11. So he has some mastery of their use.
Age: 13
Gender: male
Eyes: greyish blue
Hair: raven black(assumed to be dyed)
Height: 5'2
Body Type: slender
Skin Color: light,bordering on pale.
God Parent: Hecate
Mortal Parent: Michael Allen Collin
Country of Origin: America
Pets: A small black kitten named Shadow
Talents: drawing,kinda skilled in swinging a sword, and breaking glass cups(if that counts)
Weapon**: A single broadsword made of celestial bronze.
Flaws: Is somewhat gullible, and can be tricked into doing anything with the right wording. Is clumsy, and tends to break things,especially glass. Self concious about his heght.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can shot out bolts of magic energy about the size of a baseball. They explode on contact with a sort of fiery property. Can make about 26 in one day, and hold them. If he tries to make one about the size of a basketball, it will drain him almost entirly. He also has a minor spell that allows telekinesis, where he can lift upto 78 pounds without over exerting himself. Though over that would require intense concentration, and possible even mental strain.
Life Before CHB*: Sean had an average, and somewhat decent life. His dad did work most of the time and his wife took care of him. Though she had an overbearing streak about her, always making sure to watch over him. Since he had a slight micheveous streak about him, but it didn't get him too deeply in trouble. He was somewhat likeable in school, and had a good circle of firends. Though around the age of 13 he had the most odd occurence. Well not that he didn't have some pretty odd times before He was attacked by a harpy. Sure he had heard of them before, and read about them. Thugh he didn't read too much, now he was being attacked by what shold be fiction. Though he was saved by an odd man, with goat legs nonetheless. He introduced himself, called himself a satyr. Sure he had seen some weird things in hsi life, but this was just rediculous. He called him a demigod, and offered to take him to this place called Camp Half-Blood. Even though he was hesitent, he wanted to know more. So he went with the Satyr.
RP Example*: The cabin was in absolute silence. As he drew in a deep, silent breath. It had been only about a month since he had arrived, so eh was just getting used to the camp. Sure it was pretty fun, and the people were cool. In act, he kinda liked it here. Even if some of the Aphrodite girls were stuck up, and all that. The people were fun, and he had is favorite kitten beside him. A small black form nuzzling up to his side, as she saw a brief flash of gold. Smirk comign acroos his face, as fingers found their way over to scratch the cats ear."Thats a good girl." He muttered, as his eyes sleepily closed. Darkness of dreams overtaking him.
Any notes about your characters: His powers began to surface at age 8, but he only began to practice them when he was 11. So he has some mastery of their use.
