Age: 13
Gender: Male
Eyes: Black
Hair: Silver
Height: 5"8
Body Type: Athletic, fairly muscular, extremely good looking.
Skin Color: Tanned white
God Parent: Thanatos
Mortal Parent: Unsure, as was adopted when found at birth alone.
Country of Origin: Canada
Pets: Snake
Talents: Sword fighting, long distance running, climbing, generally anything about endurance and strength.
Weapon**: None yet
Flaws: Extremely loyal to comrades, very quiet and unexplaining (except to those who he trusts), doesn't know anything about Greek mythology, vertigo.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Can sometimes foresee someones death when touched by them, renders him tired and needing of a rest. (Only power he is aware of, any others discovered I will add). Can shadow-travel when he's really really angry about 10 times, up to 15 miles away.
Life Before CHB*: He was found in Canade alone in a shack, freezing cold and near to death. He was taken in by an old couple with no children of thier own, and taken care of until he was 12 and near his 13th birthday. All this time he had been a spooked child, always haunted by a vision of what he had seen when he was first touched by his adopted parents. The day before his 13th birthday, he had gone out to a nearby town to shop for food with his parents. A robbery occured in one of these shops, and his parents were shot for refusing to comply with the robbers wishes. He was almost killed as well when he took a shot to the gut, but something extraordinary happened. He was somehow blessed when a sign appeared above his head, and he felt the strangest he had ever felt. The wound healed by itself, and the robbers were astounded and scared. They ran, shouting something about "the messiah". He ran from the scene
He immediately felt that there was somewhere he had to be, so after he had stocked up on supplies, he left for the camp, determined to get there by any means, and to also forget about his past life, as he was beginning anew.
RP Example*: *I felt something penetrate the flesh around my stomach, and I looked down to blood seeping from the wound the bullet had made. Mixed with sadness from the definite death of my parents who I had grown to love for all these years, and with the pain penetrating me from my injury, I slumped forward onto my knees, with an almost unnoticable pain compared to the bullet wound. I knew that I was surely about to die. I let the darkness creep forward, but it never came.*
Any notes about your characters: Mysterious, constantly spooked by his deadly foresight.
Any problems just say :)
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