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 Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:04 pm
N A T H A N I E L
xxxxxxW A D E
xxxxxxxxxxxxH A R T
S o n O f P r o s e r p i n a
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:18 pm
It's on the Birth Certificate  Full Name ;;
xxxxxNathaniel Wade Hart
Nickanmes ;;
xxxxxNate
Age ;;
xxxxxEighteen
Gender ;;
xxxxxMale
Sexuality ;;
xxxxxHomosexual
Height ;;
xxxxxSix Feet Four Inches
Weight ;;
xxxxxOne Hundred Sixty Pounds
Eye Color ;;
xxxxxGreen - Brown
Hair Color ;;
xxxxxBrunette
Piercings ;;
xxxxxNone
Tattos, Birthmarks, and Scars ;;
xxxxxNone
Family ;;
xxxxxProserpina - Mother
xxxxxFredrick Georges Hart - Father
xxxxxDavid Neil Hart - Grandfather
xxxxxCupid - Great Grandfather
Cohort ;;
xxxxxFifth
Years in Service ;;
xxxxxTwo
Weapon ;;
xxxxxImperial Gold Bow and Imperial Gold Tipped Arrows
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:41 pm
 xxxxSweet ;; My friends have always said that I'm one of the sweetest people that they know. During my conversation with my grandfather, he warned me that I would have to toughen up. I don't think that I did all too much, but working with Lupa taught me that there were times to put my sweet exterior aside.
xxxxGentle ;; For the most part, other than when I was fighting with Lupa, and fighting now in Camp Jupiter for War Games, I'm rather gentle to other campers. Some tend to think this is a weakness, but I don't think that we have to be constantly fighting with each other at all times.
xxxxProtective ;; I have always been very protective of my family and friends. When I joined the fifth cohort, I grew protective of them as well. I hate it when other cohort make comments about us being lower than them, and will at times fight with them.
xxxxCompassionate ;; I'm always there for other people when they need me. At least, always try to be there for them. I listen to what their problem is and try to help them the best that I can, or sometimes just listen if that's what they need.
xxxxSensitive ;; This is another thing about me that my grandfather brought up that I would have to get rid of. I've always been rather sensitive. I take things to heart when you tell me them, and really think them through, sometimes for the better sometimes for the worst.
xxxxDisorganized ;; The only thing that I've been good at organizing is flowers. With schoolwork I somehow am able to get my things somewhat organized. At least, enough to know which papers I have to turn in. However, in all of my area, I'm not good keeping things together, and my bed is always a mess.
xxxxNaive ;; I try to give everyone a benefit of a doubt, and like to think that things can be changed with a little effort. My father always just thought this was my optimism, but my friends think that I'm naive. My grandfather also thinks I need to stop thinking this way.
xxxxJealous ;; I'm not very good at sharing what I have, other than my ears and mind. When it comes to my friends, I sometimes grow overly protective of them to the point where I get rather sensitive if they stop speaking to me as much or if they spend time with someone else more, without explaining to me why.
xxxxFlowers ;; Growing up working in a flower shop it's hard to dislike any kind of flower. When I was a child I hated roses because I would always go to pick one up and it would stab me. As I got older, I learned to appreciate them and they are now my favorite flower.
xxxxSweets ;; There was this lovely cafe down the street from our house. My father would bring them flowers once I week to set on their tables and they would in return give us pastries to eat. My father believes this is why I have such a strong sweet tooth.
xxxxSummer and Spring ;; During the spring and summer I just feel more alive. I love the sun beating down on me and the smell of the lawn just having been mowed, along with the sights of all of the new flowers beginning to bloom. Plus, during the summer was when I was allowed to be in the shop all of the time without having to worry about schoolwork.
xxxxLove Stories ;; They are cute, aren't they? I love reading them, there is something great about a good love story. I always have liked to believe that there is someone out there for everyone, and that we will all find our happy ending in someone else.
xxxxSwimming ;; I've never been one for lakes and rivers, but I do like a good swim in a pool. It's a great way to stay in shape and cool down from the warm summer day, even though I do enjoy the warm part of the day. I'm not the best swimmer in the world, but it's a fun pass time.
xxxxSpicy Food ;; I hate spicy food. I don't understand why some people think that it's so great. It's hot and burns up your mouth and there's really nothing that great about it.
xxxxWinter and Fall ;; One winter my father took me to Minnesota for a vacation. It was the worst vacation we have ever taken. I spent the entire time sleeping and complaining. My father didn't appreciate my whining, but the winter is the worst time of the year. And as for fall, why would I like it? It's when all of the flower begin to die.
xxxxSnow ;; You always see in movies people loving the snow. Other than a good cute kiss out in the middle of the snow, there is nothing good about this cold, white fluff. Who wants to be constantly cold to the bone and surrounded by bright white snow reminding you that it's cold outside.
xxxxRomance Novels ;; I hate romance novels. They are so stupid. Do people really need to get turned on by some poorly written piece of crap? There is one common thing about romance novels, they exist to turn women on and they have absolutely nothing to do with love.
xxxxBeing Trapped Underground ;; One summer one of my friends found this hidden cave in the woods behind their house. We ventured into it one day. I instantly felt trapped and began to have a panic attack. I had to leave the cave before we had even been in for five minutes.
xxxxDying Alone ;; For whatever reason, I have never had a successful relationship. At least, not one that I have considered to be successful. I've always dreamed about my dream guy, but he's never come along my way. This wouldn't be such a big deal, but now that I know I'm a demigod, and that I have a higher chance of dying earlier on in life, I worry about what might happen if I don't meet him soon. I could die without ever truly having been in love, and this scares me.
xxxxLosing My Father ;; My father is the most important person in my life. Part of the reason I agreed to go to Camp Jupiter is because my grandfather told me that if I didn't I could be putting my father in danger. I would rather jump off a bridge than to see something bad happen to my father.
xxxxHurting Others ;; Once when I was in the third grade, I pushed a kid into a wall because he made fun of one of my friends. He ended up with a big cut along his face and blamed me for all of his problems from that point on. I hate the idea of hurting other people to gain power, but I also do not put up with others making fun of my friends.
xxxxMatchmaking ;; I'm not sure when this started up, but ever since I was a a child I was pretty good at knowing who would be a good couple. My father thought it was just because I was interested in so many love stories, and I'd just talk nonsense to people about love, but I was even pretty good in high school with finding my friends someone to date.
xxxxGreen Thumb ;; Well, after all, if you want to own a flower shop, then you'd better know how to grow the flowers you plan to sell. My father taught me from an early age how to take care of which flowers, and what they liked. I'm pretty good with flowers and keeping them alive now.
xxxxFlower Arranging ;; Along with being able to bring flowers up well, you have to also be able to arrange them in a way that people find attractive. I'm great at matching colors and putting bouquets together for any sort of occasion.
xxxxFlirting ;; I'm not saying that I'm all that great at it, but I find myself doing it a lot. If I see someone I am interested in I will flirt with them. The problem is that either they aren't interested in me, or after a couple weeks we realize we just aren't going to work out as I hoped we would.
xxxxReading ;; Being in love with love stories, I can somewhat handle just watching romantic movies, but the best thing is reading a good love story. I adore love stories, and will spend far too much of my time sitting around reading them.
xxxxGardening ;; I spent a lot of my time with my father in the shop and we work with flowers often. I'm constantly trying to do new things with flowers to see what might help them survive longer or grow faster.
xxxxSewing ;; Yeah, I know, stereotypical huh? I like to sew, I'm not the greatest at it, but I have only started since my freshman year in high school after taking a sewing class to fill my schedule. I find it fun, and it's just another way to express myself.
xxxxPersonal Loyalty ;; My father always taught me that you must always give back more than you ever take, from any part of your life. My father gave me everything in his life in order to give me a good, happy life, even when we didn't necessarily have what we needed to do this. There was never a birthday or Christmas without presents. Because of the way that he brought me up believing this, I feel as though I owe my life to all of those close to me, which is very possibly true.
xxxxEnhance Flower Growth ;; I learned of this power once I was in camp and training. The first time that I used it with people around me was during my first Siege. A daughter of Bellona, who was in the second cohort, decided she wanted to take me head on. I used a rose vine to wrap around her leg, and it caused some cuts. However, it didn’t take her long to pull it from the roots. She still ended up handing my a** back to me.
xxxxHerbalists ;; When I was a child, I watched a couple of different television shows on the subject of poultices and creams from plants that could heal and hurt people. I became interested in learning more about it, and began to mess around with different plants in my free time. There was only one time that I made something poisonous. I slipped it into this bully’s lunch; luckily for him it wasn’t too strong. He ended up being sick for a week.
xxxxTalk to Flowers ;; This ability became rather handy around the flower shop. I spent plenty of time with the flowers in the back, chatting them up. Since I didn’t spend a lot of time with friends around town, I had to find someone to confide in. My father thought that it was the soil that we used that helped the flowers grow faster and brought them back to life when they were dwindling. I agreed with him about this, until my mother claimed me.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 7:47 pm
 xxx xxx It'll Go Down in HistoryI was born to the rather handsome fellow Fredrick Hart, no I'm not attracted to my father it’s just a statement. He brought me up in the big city known of as Los Angeles where he owned a local flower shop. When I was a child I always wondered how he managed to remain open when there was so much competition in the city, especially for a flower shop. There were plenty of people who tried to constantly buy us out in order to put a restaurant or bakery in the place of the shop. However, as I got older and began to make friends at school, I was informed that my friend’s parents all believed that there was something lucky about our flower shop. There were rumors that some people bought flowers from our shop and found the love of their life within the next month. When I heard these stories I thought they were rather bogus, still do.
The only story about the store’s ‘magic’ that I believe is the story my father tells me about my mother (at least I believe this is my mother, considering my father has had about the same luck with of as I have, which is to say none). It was an early day in spring, he’d just trimmed some roses for a bouquet for a wedding. When a woman not much younger than him walked into the store. She told him that she had a real interest in flowers, and that she had heard that these were the best around. She asked if she could help around the store. My father doesn’t usually allow people to work in the shop, but there was something about this girl that made him decide to allow her to help. Not long after this, they started to have a romantic relationship. They weren’t together long before she practically disappeared off the face of the planet. My father search for her as much as possible, trying to find who she was and where she’d come from, but she’d given my father a false name, and I showed up on the door step about nine months later.
Growing up in the flower shop, I spent most of my time, other than doing schoolwork or spending time with friends, I helped my father grow and arrange the flowers to sell. Through my childhood, I found that I worked well with the flowers and was able to sell as many bouquets as my father. I had fun working along side my father, and we worked well together. By the time I reached high school, everyone around us figured that I would be taking over the shop after my father decided to step back from it. I had never given it much thought, but it didn’t sound like a bad way to continue with my life. Besides, we didn’t have the kind of money to send me through college, so I decided to take a step back from my school focuses and help out around the shop more. When my first report card of my sophomore year showed up in the mail, my father was not pleased to see that my grades had slipped. I tried to explain myself, but he didn’t want to hear about it. He told me that I either was to focus more on my classes and less on the shop or he would find a way to hire a tutor with the little money we had. Wanting to avoid having to force him to give more money to someone because of me, I began to focus back on my studies.
That was, until my grandfather showed up on the doorstep of our small apartment above the shop. My father hadn’t heard from him since he was a young child. His mother had passed away when he turned twenty, and by that time he didn’t need to find his mother in order to survive. He moved in with us not long after. Even though my father wasn’t pleased that he showed without a word, he also went on about how you couldn’t turn your back on your blood. When he moved in, he helped my father out with his shop more, while I was focusing on classes, since my father didn’t want to believe that the semester before I had purposefully paid less attention in class. He wanted me to prove that I could handle school and working at the shop again, and cut me out of the shop for a bit.
My grandfather became known around our small neighborhood quickly. He began to do ‘readings’ on people about their love lives. He would tell people what they were feeling and who they were in love with, I didn’t know why people believed him, and even some of my friends would ask him about love when they were over at my house. He also charged a small fee for anyone who wanted to have a ‘reading’ done. I didn’t know, or care, what he was doing with this money, until he sat me down to explain it all. He was born to my great grandmother and a Roman god known as Cupid. Now, I knew who Cupid was, after all the biggest holiday for our shop was Valentines Day, but I didn’t believe my grandfather when he told me this. He also told me that I needed to attend the same camp that he had as a child. I didn’t understand why this was such a big deal, my father hadn’t gone, but my grandfather told me it was important and handed me three hundred dollars and a map to where I was supposed to meet ‘someone important’.
That night, I wrote a letter to my father and left it for him, telling him that I would one day return to take over the shop, and that I loved him. When I arrived at the location my grandfather gave me, I first met Lupa. Throughout my tests and training with her, I almost died, but she eventually sent me on my way to Camp Jupiter. After reaching the camp, I was claimed by my mother. At first, I was confused. I thought that the only reason my grandfather had sent me to the camp was because my great grandfather was a god, but then learned that my mother was also a goddess. My grandfather didn’t give me any letter of recommendation, and I was placed into the fifth cohort. After a year of being at camp I became a full member of the legion.
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 8:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 11:39 am
YOU HAVE BEEN CLAIMED !
Son of Proserpina / legacy of Cupid
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 2:09 pm
 I AM CONVINCED THAT WE SHOULD BE FRIENDSxxwe compare our ❤ノ xx to things that fly ↗↗xxxxxxxxxxxxxBUT CANNOT LAND ↘↘xplease don't put your xf a c e ◆ into your xh a n d s ↓↓xxxxxxxxxxxxwe could ✶ be friends
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