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Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:31 pm

My name is Marcus Aurelius Brutus McKnight and I am a Demigod .
I have seen a lot in my 17 1/2(if you want to be technical) years.
My Mortal Parent, Laura McKnight , raised me from birth.
Though it turns out I am descended from Vulcan
What led to my discovery of all this? Well you see...
Born in Jacksonville, Florida to his mother who ,being a single struggling artist, lived in a trailer in the middle of a junk yard which is where she found her scraps to build her sculptures. He learned quickly once he was able to walk the joys of welding as he watched his mother for hours doing her work though he helped with his own jumbled worded advice they lived well. At one point in his life when he was about four or five he was running to show his mother his work that he had done though it was small he had still been able to craft something for her out of metal which he was very proud of himself for being able to do. While running towards her he tripped ,as he often did as he was and still is quite the clumsy child, and the moment his hands struck the ground a ripple coursed through the ground and his mother sculpture burst into flame. Watching his mother's work begin to melt and twist he burst into tears feeling that he was destroying his mother's work which when his mother spoke he blinked away his tears briefly and looked at the sculpture to see it had been shaped into something different by the flames though he did not understand where the flames came from he felt a surge of pride towards his mother's creation. At the age of seven his mother took him to Rome to see the sights as if he would not be able to see these things when he was older but then he did not understand what was happening even when he began to have weird things happen around him as well as to him. Back then he did not understand he was a demigod or that the things he saw were real and trying to hurt him though luckily him and his mother seemed to make it through most of the bad things until he was ten when they somehow got separated after being chased some weird looking things he now knows as Harpies. It was after that when he was found by Lupa and taken into the camp where he has been for the last five years which in the time he has only made one real friend Jeton who he made a bow-sword for as a gift because he vouched for him so he returned the favor.
And that's when I arrived at Camp Jupiter.
Since then, I have been at camp for 7 1/2 years.
And I have the rank of Centurion
In the 5th Cohort.

I usually am told I act like Marcus is a very calm controlled person he rarely loses his cool around people unless he's in pain which is when he is very snarky and tends to want to take a piece out of anyone. He is kind and obedient to his mother always has been never really pulling many punches towards her unless she annoyed him in some fashion. He is very level headed when it comes to doing anything may that be having a discussion with someone or doing his work he is focused and a lot of the times he gets annoyed when people interrupt him. He is very loyal and hates being crossed in anyway may that be someone lying to his face or doing something behind his back he doesn't find any of it amusing and will be very harsh to said person as well as no longer trust them with anything. His trust is easy to win after sometime of getting to know him but it is very hard to win back as said before he hates being crossed which may be why he has some problems making friends but that also could because he finds more enjoyment working the metal than actually interacting with other people. Though he is normally very serious he has a happier side that is clumsy and slightly goofy though it was when he was younger when it really showed now it is more of a playful and goofy side than anything.

I really like
- Fire/Volcanoes
- Metal
- The Forge
- Sunsets/rises
- The smell of leather
- A good day's work

But I hate
- Cold weather
- Ruined metal
- Being underestimated
- Pricks
- Complainers

And Please don't bring in
- Becoming Useless
- Losing comrades

In case I have to fight I have
- Aquila, his harpy eagle that he found after a storm and nursed back to health
- Medieval war hammer
- Dagger

I'm really good at
- Blacksmithing/welding
- Stone-masonry

But I'm horrible at
- Walking without tripping (not as bad as it used to be but it still happens)
- He's not good with women

My life at camp is interesting...
I meet a few people, who are my friends
- Jeton Ren
- Orion Taft
and a few people who are my enemies (Leave this blank for now) .
Though I kind of like (Crush - if applies)

OOC - I got Aku's permission to involve Jeton in his history just so you know also Anbu okayed him having the fire ability

Posted: Thu Mar 21, 2013 3:32 pm

It was early in the morning the sun had yet to even rise but the sky was shifting to hues of grey with reds bleeding through lightly as the sun was beginning to cut its way into the sky. Leather creaked softly as the slim figure repeatedly stroked wet stone against the flesh of the steel war hammer that was held in place in between his knees with the sharp point jarring upwards. The metal thrummed in his ears as he stroked it sharpening the talon on the back of the hammer til he was satisfied which for him it took til the sun had almost cut its way over the horizon. The large feathered heap twitched slightly and the elegant crowned head of the eagle slipped from under it's wing then allowed its dark eyes to level at the young man, who with callused hands, slipped his fingers over the metal. The shadowed face of the young man hinted at his slight displeasure in the sharpness of the talon side of his hammer before he stroked the flesh once more with the wet stone that had been laying on his armored knee while he looked over his work.

Thick shoulder muscles tensed as the large eagle silently fluttered over to the young man and landed on his shoulder tilting her head slightly the eagle seemed to try and listen for the thrumming music that the young man had spoken to her often about but she never seemed to understand. After a bit more time making the metal thrum at his fingertips he seemed to become satisfied enough with the sharpness of the weapon's talon before he gingerly set it aside and glanced at his company while mindlessly stroking the eagle on his shoulder. " A bit too quiet tonight, don't ya think Marcus?" Came the voice of his company who was looking at him with an expression of curiosity which he only guessed was because of the amount of focus he had just put into sharping his weapon. The ghost of a smile etched its way across the young man's face which was only seen lightly because of the gaining light of the breaking dawn which painted the greyed sky in many shades of red and orange. " Don't underestimate the darkness, my friend. There is still plenty of time left for something to go wrong." Came his set of thickly southern accented vocals as he looked towards his company before looking back at the shadowed landscape in front of them that was slowly becoming lighter as the sun clawed its way into the heavens.

Talons gripped tightly into the leather that was wrapped around his shoulder as the eagle on his shoulder stared forward and slightly up into the sky with those dark eyes of her. From under the hood the young man's eyes narrowed towards the same direction as his bird's gaze was which without looking his right hand found the handle of the war hammer that he had just laid down. " What is it Aquila?" Came his voice again as he questioned his eagle who let out a soft screech before turning and nibbling at his hood then looking back at the same spot which now the young man swore he heard wing beats something that caused a shiver to go down his tensed spine. The muscle on his jawline tensed as his mind placed the rhyme of the wing beats with that of the thing he loathed more than any other monster in this world. " Harpies, stand at the ready!" He said this as he stood his eagle barely moved even when the wind rushed down upon her with his sudden movement but that was because her wings were slightly unfurled and she was ready for some action.

As the three harpies came into view the voice of his company met his ears "Seems some ladies forgot to call ahead before coming in for their plucking!" A small smile etched its way across the young man's face as he heard the string of a bow being drawn taut. The screeching from the Harpies did not even unnerve the young man as he twirled the war hammer in one hand while he shrugged his other shoulder giving Aquila the signal to go which she did not need any pushing she was off and digging her long talons into the eyes of one the harpies who let out a horrible screech and tried to rid the bird from her eyes but to no avail. The other two streaked towards the two guards with one letting out many pain ridden screeches as arrows pierced her flesh which only seemed to make them angrier but their anger was nothing compared to the young man's as his shadowed blue gaze leveled with the oncoming harpy. He swung sharply at the harpy as it aimed a clawed foot at him which he smacked away quick enough to only get scratched though after a few attacks and dodges by the damn thing he grew annoyed with its games. Throwing out his left hand a rope of fire shoots out and wrapped around the left banking wing of the harpy in which he pulled her down to the ground in front of him with an almost sickening crunch but he knew it was not dead from that just stunned.

Which his hunch was correct as the slightly burning harpy lunged at him and he just spun the handle of his war hammer so the talon was facing up as he swung up aiming for the throat but hitting more in the bottom of the creatures mouth that caused it to pause. A small smirk crossed his face before he pulled the hammer back taking the jaw with it then flipping the hammer again to the blunt side he swung again striking the thing in the head and watching it fall to the ground. His eyes leveled with the beast making sure it would not get up though from the sound it made when it had come into contact with it's head he knew it wasn't going to being getting up so turning back to the fight he turned to aid his company only to see they had it pretty handled as the harpy was on the ground already. Looking towards where Aquila was he watched her fight for a few moments before he strode over and landed the finishing blow on the blinded harpy then turned back to his company with a small grin across his face as he cleaned off his weapon of the harpy blood. While he did so he felt the familiar weight of his eagle on his shoulder as she in turn cleaned her talons and plumage of the blood as for such a terrifying bird she was kind of a neat freak.

After he freed his weapon from any remaining blood he walked over to his seat and sat down staring at the landscape once more noting that the sun had risen a bit more since they had started their fight. " Is this the part where you say I told you so or do we both just grunt and go on with our guard duty in silence?" Came the voice of his company once more as they sat down as well after firing one more arrow through the harpy's head his company's words made him chuckle lightly before pulling down his blue and white hood to allow the sun to tamper with his blond hair. " What do you think my friend? Grunting sounds like a lot less work but it is so boring if we don't talk." His southern tones were a lot more playful than they had been this entire time but now he had some reason to relax he had gotten to take some of his anger out on some harpies and it would not be long before they would be relieved which meant he'd be able to snag a few hours of sleep then returning to his forge.

(Italics is Marcus and Bold is his company)

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Posted: Tue Mar 26, 2013 12:47 pm

Stepping forward, the dark haired teen looked towards the pair who lead their camp. "I'll vouch for him." Jeton called in a clear voice. Turning his gaze upon the blond who was now apart of his Cohort he smiled. "Welcome to the 5th Cohort."

.......................

Time had come for Jeton to retire. For many years he had lead the 5th cohort from one bit of glory to another. At times they stumbled but they always remained close. Smiling a bit at the blond he had taken under his wing so long ago, the dark haired teen ruffled the golden locks. "Stop worrying so much you'll do great. They'll be looking to you for guidance now. Do the cohort proud. You'll make a great leader. Good luck!"

Come into my sights little fools
I'll take you down from afar
Not a soul shall see me
You're only hope is when my father decides
To have mercy on your soul

Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 10:54 am

A flaming red aura appears around Marcus. A flaming hammer appears above his head. He have been claimed by Vulcan, God of forges, fire and blacksmith to the gods.

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