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 Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 9:28 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:02 am
 -Basic Info-Name: Train Soul
Nickname(s): Tie, Trans, Tro, Trololo, Vero, CC, Seer, 'Mortal Who Can See All'
Age:
Gender: Female
Race: Mortal Who Can See Through Mist, Descendant of Half-blood
Sexuality: You Tell Me-Looks-Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Tone: White
Height: 5"5'-About Character-Weaponry: My mother's sword
Likes: Greek Mythology, techno and rock music, books, chocolate chip cookies, the color red, writing
Dislikes: Seafood, my parents(both of them), rap and classical music, cooking, goth colors, goth people in general, stereotypes
Biography: I was born in a family of TWO, yes TWO parents. I’m actually a mortal, not a demi-goddess. Thing is, my mom was a daughter of Athena. What does that call me, a tri-goddess? Never mind. My mom was smart, and a little bit of a showoff. She was a librarian before she published a novel about Greek Mythology, which I got the first copy off, making her rich and famous. My father was a mere mortal, but a smart one at that, and when I rolled around, they were living happy and well. Though they had to keep something away from me, my grandmother. Athena. It was sort of hard to explain to a seven year old that you’re grandma was never coming to you’re birthday party, because she was the goddess of craft and strategic war. I found out myself, when I stumbled into my mother’s study, where I found this old pen that sparkled gold. When I pressed it, though, it turned into a sword, where I realized there was something up, as words in Ancient Greek were written on the blade. After a few days in my book, I found it read ‘Persevering Daughter of Athena; proceed well.’
That was creepy, but the next thing was even weirder. As I was sitting on my porch, reading, a tired boy ran up, his eyes sunken and crazed. Behind him was a large bull like thing, the Minotaur, that was ready to kill him up. Because I had my mother’s sword, and the help of the half-blood boy, the half-man, half-bull creature was killed. My mother ran out to see me under a cloud of golden dust, saw my new demi-god friend, sighed and brought us into the house. The boy already knew of his father; Dionysus, the god of wine. He was so hysterical because I had been able to see all the carnage, and fight with him. What, it was a monster! My mother shushed us, closed the door of the kitchen so that dad couldn’t hear, and explained that some mortals, like myself, were able to see through the cloud of mist. Maybe it was my genes as a granddaughter of Athena that got me the ability. Anyways, my mother knew it wasn’t safe for him in Baltimore, and found a satyr to bring him to camp. Thing is, my mother ordered I tagged along, asking Chiron if I could possibly stay in camp.
I had information, after all. She allowed me to have her sword, and sketched Grand in front of Daughter of Athena, to show my goddess heritage. My mother told my dad that I was going off to camp, even if it was fall, and the three of us, satyr, demi-god and satyr, hiked to camp. It was a long, tiresome, trek, and I was wondering if such a place of “Camp Half-Blood” even existed. I found the name of the son of Dionysus, Demas, and he and I became close friends. The satyr, Phil, kept falling for the nymphs, and we took a few months, hiking in winter, to get to New York City, where another monster awaited. The Python. Now, he didn’t really care about Demas once he learned that I could see him, a mere mortal. He attacked me, hating my eyes of clear view. Though Demas wouldn’t do that, and him and I destroyed the beast, just like the Minotaur. I didn’t know what to really say to him, as he had been very kind, maybe to much, to me. Once we hit the border of camp, Demas ran towards the Big House, to ask Chiron if I could stay. A few debated hours later, the centaur came out, and allowed me inside the camp borders, where I stayed in the infirmary.
Immortal Parent: I'm mortal, and have no immortal parent.
Theme Song: Hide and Seek-Imogen Heap
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 12:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 4:20 am
 -Basic Info-Name: Christopher Taylor Smith
Nickname(s): Topher, Chris, Half-Blood
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Blood, Demi-god
Sexuality: Still figuring that out-Looks-Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Hazel
Skin Tone: White
Height: 5"9'-About Character-Weaponry: I have a small bronze dagger
Likes: card games, debates, winning, Greek Mythology, rock music, guitars, the forest at night, danger.
Dislikes: mornings, repetition, playing music in school, recorders, cellphones
Biography: Chris was born during World War Two, in Pearl Harbor. His father was a baker, and in December, Alex asked Chris to go get some water. He rushed off, but to only crash during the explosion. Alex could see the future, and did it for his health, as the bomb destroyed everything. Chris crawled through the debris and found a blue triangle. He entered, his eyes now safe from the light and fire. He crawled through the maze until he found a welcoming voice. He crawled up, and found the Lotus Casino, safe from harm, where he stayed for nineteen years. One day, a butterfly flew through, and Chris disappeared with it. A satyr was waiting outside, beside a hot nymph's tree, and was okay with bringing him to camp.
Immortal Parent: Unknown
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 5:08 pm
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