My name is Issac Jay Harlan and I am a demigod.
I have seen a lot in my 16 years.
And when I got to school I am in 11th grade.
My Mortal Parent, Marc Harlan, raised me from birth.
Though my other parent, turns out to be Praxidike, Spirit of Exacting Justice
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
it's all been a fun little mess as of late. Like most demigods my life was strange to begin with. ADD, Dyslexia and all sorts of strange little problems. I drove my father insane sometimes because of my...violent tendencies. When justice needed served I was the one to do it, end of story. Bullies on the play ground, favorite playing teachers, crazy school clicks, you name it I was there. He caught me attempting to go after a man once that I had seen on tv. Court said he had been proven innocent but I knew better. Oh man the fit I threw when he wouldn't let me go....yeah let's not talk about that. Needless to say I am responsible for that man's salt and pepper hair that he now sports. Eventually though he found relief in my step mother and her daughter. At least someone was normal in the house. Why my father never seemed to completely hate what was wrong with me I don't know, maybe as a judge that's what he was used to. When I was eleven I learned, like everyone else it seems, as to why I was so strange. Woo! Demigod! Awesome powers, fun weapons and monsters....not my lucky day. Camp however made up for it. I loved being there with everyone and for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged. Weaponry training became what I lived for and in no time I was dancing around damn near everyone, except those Ares' kids....brutes...though I do kinda like them.
Things for me got really awkward after my third year though. My stepsister overheard me talking to a fellow camper who had came to see me after I had returned home. Maverick had been a good friend of mine and she often dropped in to see how things were going. The problem was the little brat told my stepmother about what I was talking about and before I knew it I was committed. Yeah you read that right. The men in the lovely white coats came and dragged me away. Everything that was mine was removed and shipped back to the house, including my rings also known as my swords. The only thing I was able to keep was my necklace with those few beads on it. If not for it I probably would have thought I was insane thanks to those drugs. It took a bit for me to be able to escape that place. Honestly if it hadn't been for another patient there I never would have been off the drugs long enough to get my mind back. I really wish I could remember her, the woman who helped me. Breaking out of my room was simple enough thanks to the strange golden dagger I found. Keeping ahead of the authorities has been the fun part. I managed to get out and back to my home. Once there it wasn't hard to retrieve my things, not when duct tape was involved and your step mom didn't see you coming. Scaring the living daylights out of her was absolutely blissful to be honest. Packing everything in my room, which was surprising left alone, that was important to me, I make the preparations I needed to leave here forever. In normal clothes again, my rings back I was for the most part satisfied. It was strangely freeing to know I'd be leaving here to be with those who knew me best. Leaving a letter on my father's desk along with as many details about the asylum as possible. Hopefully he can look into it and do something about it, he is a champion of justice after all. Now I'm headed back to my real home and I hope no one has forgotten me.
And that's when I arrived at Camp Half Blood.
Since then, I have been at camp for 5 years.
Staying all year round
And I have obtained the following beads:
I usually am told I act like a very black and white kind of guy. I am a believer in justice and people getting their dues. I don't take bullies well and frankly they piss me off. I'm told often I don't always act in a manner that many think is right but as long as justice is served my conscious is clean. For me there is no grey area. You are either in the right or in the wrong and when my desire to exact justice is triggered people have had to literally hold me down or knock me out in order to stop me. Outside of my sometimes explosive temper, I tend to be very much a big brother. I enjoy being around the younger campers and helping them adjust to their new lives. There's a playful streak in me that enjoys lighthearted competitions and hanging with my friends. I can be fiercely protective of those who are close to me but that sometimes gets in the way as their are always problems when I feel justice needs to be done and they are in the way. I do get very shy though when it comes to any kind of conversation concerning my softer side. Don't talk to me about love unless you want me to run away.
I really like
- Seeing people get their just rewards
- When things go the way they should
- Birds, sweet things
- The feel of his swords
- Poppies
- Open spaces
But I hate
- Being inside
- Bullies
- Seeing injustice and unable to do anything about it
- Medication
- Being stuck at camp all year long
- Doctors
And Please don't bring in
- Cages/small spaces
- Being bound in any physical fashion
- Drugs, be they simple head ache meds or something stronger
But no matter what one day I want
- Perfect the justice system
- Someday to fall in love
- Find a place where demigods can live without fear
In case I have to fight I have
- Dual Celestial bronze cutlasses that turn into spiral metal rings
- A small Imperial Gold Dagger. Found it on my way out of the asylum, interesting little sucker. I need to talk to Aresino about it. (permission gained from Sir Spazalots)
I'm really good at
- Dual wielding weaponry, as long as they are blades you don't stand a chance. Other weapons take me a bit to get used to it.
- Spotting injustice, no matter how small it is
- Speed, both in dodging and wielding my weapons
- Singing, I'm not fantastic but I know how to carry a tune and hit the right note
But I'm horrible at
- Controlling my temper, when justice isn't being severed I just snap
- Archery, by the gods take it away!
- Dancing, I have two left feet
- Letting lose, I'm not always sure how to just let go and have fun
My life at camp is interesting...
I meet a few people, who are my friends (Leave this blank for now)
and a few people who are my enemies (Leave this blank for now) .
Though I kind of like .......
