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 Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:33 am
C O N R A D
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xxxxxxxxxxxxW A R D
S o n O f M i n e r v a
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:37 am
It's on the Birth Certificate  Full Name ;;
xxxxxConrad Kent Ward
Nickanmes ;;
xxxxxConrad
Age ;;
xxxxxSixteen
Gender ;;
xxxxxMale
Sexuality ;;
xxxxxHeterosexual
Height ;;
xxxxxFive Feet Eleven Inches
Weight ;;
xxxxxOne Hundred Forty - Five Pounds
Eye Color ;;
xxxxxBlue
Hair Color ;;
xxxxxBlonde
Piercings ;;
xxxxxNone
Tattoos, Birthmarks, and Scars ;;
xxxxxNone
Family ;;
xxxxxMinerva - Mother
xxxxxJonathan Edwin Ward - Father
xxxxxJanus - Grandfather
Cohort ;;
xxxxxFirst
Years in Service ;;
xxxxxEight
Weapon ;;
xxxxxImperial Gold Dagger
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:38 am
 xxxxTactful ;; Often while thinking about a situation, it doesn’t take me long to think of the best possible why to get things done and what steps need to be taken. It doesn’t take me long to think things through, which allows me to be good with plans for war games.
xxxxMature ;; My father always thought that I was mature for my age. He says that’s why he decided to take me into the woods before I turned eight years old. Stating that if I wasn’t able to get through the challenges that Lupa gave me, I would never be able to do so. He believes that eight was the right time for me to join the legion, and that I’m as mature as the older kids around me.
xxxxHelpful ;; I do my best to help those in need of it. I wouldn’t go as far as saying that I’m selfless, but I don’t like to see other people struggling. I would rather take some of my time and help them get done what needed to, than to sit around and watch them having a difficult time finishing it.
xxxxWell-Mannered ;; From a young age, my father ingrained into my head that I needed to have good manners. He taught me what I should call elders, and how I should act around others. There were times when I got frustrated with him because of this, but I believe it has made me a better person, even if some campers think I’m rather odd for my manners.
xxxxIndecisive ;;
Blame it on my grandfather, or maybe not. My father has always been able to see which choice was better for him with any decision that he had to make. For me, I have a difficult time deciding which one to choose. I have a problem with the fact that if I choose one thing it might close something else off from me. It all gets rather confusing, and I end up at point one.
xxxxHesitant ;;
Because I’m not good at making choices, I hesitate a lot. They always tell you that one wrong move in your life could cause the downfall to the world. I don’t want to be the downfall of the world. I don’t even want to be the downfall of the camp.
xxxxStrict ;;
I’m very strict, but usually just with myself. I don’t boss other people around, because I don’t think it’s my place. I’m strict with the way that I discipline myself, and hold myself to the same standard every time I do something. I expect nothing but greatness out of myself. Maybe it’s because no one else expects it out of me?
xxxxFinicky ;;
I’m a bit of a neat freak, and I think I might possibly have OCD. I’ve gotten to the point where things have their place and I won’t allow them to not be in it. I also won’t allow myself to be dirty. I shower more often than most people, usually at least twice a day.
xxxxBooks ;; What can I say? I’ve always loved sitting in my room with a good book. Getting lost in a different world as well as educating yourself on anything that you might one day need to know about. I’ve read a great deal of books, and retain all of the information that I’ve read about.
xxxxClassical Music ;; Very good for calming nerves, that I get, more than I like to admit. I usually will close myself off in a corner of my house or the Barracks and listen to some Bach, Beethoven, or Schubert to get away from everything around me.
xxxxSunrise ;; It’s possibly the only peaceful time that I can find in Camp Jupiter. Before all of the rowdy campers are up, usually just the children of Apollo are up, and me of course. They’re all trying to get as much sleep as possible, or maybe I just notice them less in the morning.
xxxxBitter Foods ;; Tea, coffee, dark chocolate, give me any and give me all. I’ve never known why I like these sorts of food, but they are some of my favorites to eat at any time of day or night. Plus they aren’t the worst things you could possibly eat.
xxxxPoetry ;; There’s nothing better than a good novel, but if there is something that can even get close to it, it would be poetry. Any kind, I don’t mind if it’s spoken word or Homer’s epic. There is something beautiful and graceful about the way poets mix their words together.
xxxxSpiders ;; I don’t meant to sound sissy, but have you seen those things? They are the most disgusting looking creatures created on this planet. I’d rather have to deal with Pluto’s three-headed dog or a dragon than deal with any spider at all.
xxxxOceans ;; Have you ever thought about how dirty the ocean really is? There are all of these animals murdering each other, and doing their business in the water. Is there anything clean about the ocean? I’d rather not get horrible illnesses from it.
xxxxViolence ;; That’s not to say I don’t understand why there is fighting. I get why we fight at camp, what we train for. What I don’t like is all of those stupid video games that people find fun, the ones where you rip people’s faces off for no reason. They’re stupid.
xxxxMy Mother ;; I guess you could say it’s a love/hate sort of deal. I don’t have anything particularly that I hate about her; I just get frustrated with her at times. Mainly when the other members of the legion are giving me sideways glances and talking about me behind my back.
xxxxTouching ;; I stand by the rule that all touching is unwanted touching. I don’t like when people touch me, regardless of what their touching means. When in fight, this gives me another reason to keep them farther away from me.
xxxxSpiders ;; Everyone thinks about drowning in a large body of water or being burned to death in a fire. However, have you ever thought about being killed by tons and tons of spiders? Wrapping you up in their silk and leaving you there to suffocate. It sounds like the worst possible death to me.
xxxxLetting My Father Down ;; My father has trained me hard, and helped me through every step of my life. I don’t see him as often now that I’m doing my time in the legion, but even now I run into him while in New Rome. He supports me through everything I do, and I worry that one day he will realize I’m not as great as he thinks I am and that I’m giving him and our family a bad name.
xxxxFalling in Love ;; I guess you could say that I’m not worried about giving my heart away to someone. I’m afraid that they won’t return the feeling. That I’ll be left out for the dogs while they find their own happiness. Sometimes I think I’m too young to be worried about this, but then I remember my father, who has always been alone.
xxxxSpeed Reading ;; My father figured that it was just from the fact that I spend all of my time reading books. He wanted me to be able to speak publicly without feeling too many sick to my stomach, so he made me read aloud to him at night, instead of the other way around. I often got nervous and began to speak faster than normal. That’s when I learned that I was able to speak so fast.
xxxxHigh IQ;; Another thing that my father thinks comes from my need to read all of the time. I read on every topic and remember everything that I’ve read. So I’m able to retain a lot of information, and know a lot. Even if some of that information is a whole lot of nothing to some people.
xxxxPerfect Memory ;; It started on Tuesday June third when I was six years old. I am able to remember everything that has happened to me since that day. Some people think it’s a blessing, and sometimes it is, but it can also be a curse at times.
xxxxReading ;; Well if you hadn’t figured by now, I spend most of my free time reading anything I can get my hands on. While I remained outside of camp, I read a good chunk of books in Berkley. I hope to return and continue reading books at the libraries there.
xxxxBuilding Cars ;; Now, you didn’t think I was just a quiet boy who spends all of his time inside. I do like to spend my time outside, and for whatever reason I picked up on building cars, or rather, rebuilding cars. Engineering always interested me, from the first moment I read about it.
xxxxIndecision ;; I’ve become so worried about all of the possible outcomes of every choice that it’s now my greatest weakness. I hesitate to make any decision, and I worry at times that it will be my downfall. Even when I find myself worrying, I wonder if it will cause something terrible.
xxxxPressure Points ;; Well one of the nice things about this, with my perfect memory, is I never forget someone’s pressure points. Not that I spend all of my time trying to figure out someone’s pressure points, but I tend to use this skill to my advantage. I got into a bit of a fight with a member of the fifth cohort once and paralyzed him for a bit. Now I occasionally state that I know a person’s pressure point, when I want them to leave me alone.
xxxxBattle Prowess ;; The first time I realized I had this was during battle training at camp. I had my dagger in hand, and we were being taught a couple of different tactics with our weapons. We were then paired up to practice for a bit, and a fellow first cohort member was paired with me. Once we were practicing one on one, he began to go on about how worthless my mother was, and I started to get rather annoyed with him. Finally, I got so fed up with him, I ended up booting him and a couple of other campers to the ground without a lot of thought or effort.
xxxxOwls ;; I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t fascinated by owls. My father brought me plenty of books home with owls in them when I was a child. I’ve loved looking at them and studying them. It wasn’t until I was six that I met my first owl. She was out hunting one night, and I was reading in my backyard. We had a chat, and when I told my father that I was able to talk to owls, he just laughed. I forged some bonds with a couple of owls, and they often help me in battle, when needed.
xxxxMinor Connections ;; This one doesn’t happen often, partly because I don’t practice enough with it to have it work well for me, and partly because I don’t like making eye contact with people. However, the few times that I do make strong eye contact with people, I’ve been able to see beyond their shield that demigods often put up. I used to think I was just good at reading people’s moods, but then I realized I suck at reading people’s moods on a regular basis.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:43 am
 xxx xxx It'll Go Down in HistoryIN WHICH JONATHAN WARD BECOMES A LEGEND
My story begins many years before I was born, with a man, or rather at the time boy, named Jonathan Edwin Ward. Upon being born, his mother left out in the trash to die. A homeless woman found him, not long after being left, and took him to a hospital. He was then placed into the foster home system, and quickly was sent from place to place. When he reached the age of four and had not yet learned how to speak, he was sent from doctor to doctor, to find out what was wrong with him. It was decided that he was selective mute, and that not speaking was his own decision. This only caused less people to be interested in adopting him.
At the age of ten, after being beaten by his newest foster father, for not apologizing after break a vase in the house, he ran away from the house and all other foster homes he might have gone to after. He continued to journey alone, stealing food, and finding abandoned farms and run down houses for shelter. All throughout this time, he didn’t speak. When he reached the Wolf House, he thought he’d found another place to stay for a night. That’s when he met Lupa. He trained with her for a year before being allowed to move onto Camp Jupiter. Once inside of the camp, he was placed in the fifth cohort, there to be forgotten about once more.
My father spent most of the ten years he had pledged to the legion quietly in the background. Since he was the child of a minor god that no one seemed to remember, there was no need for him to put himself as the center of attention. During his final year in the legion, it was stated that a child of Janus would lead a quest. Being one of the few children of Janus, my father was chosen to lead. It was said that if they left their quest incomplete, there would be a great war. Long story short, my father completed the quest with two of his friends from his cohort. They returned back to camp glorious and loved, did I mention that my father almost died multiple times on the quest, and returned back to camp covered in wounds and was quickly taken to be healed. When he recovered, they celebrated the quest officially and he became known around the camp as a hero.
IN WHICH I COME INTO EXISTANCE
On November 18th I was left on the doorstep of a two-story house in the middle of New Athens. My father was on his way home from work when he found me sitting on the front stoop. Taking me inside, he quickly whipped up something of a crib and tried his best to take care of me. He talked to some people around New Athens about what would be best for me. After a couple of weeks everything settled down and he began to get the hang of being a father.
IN WHICH MY ENTIRE BODY ACHES
When I turned four years old, my father began to train me, telling me that I would thank him in the future. He taught me all of the battle techniques that he had learned while he was in camp. He also forced me to run every morning and night, despite my complaints about it. I would have rather sat down with a good book in the corner of the house. When he realized this, he used books to talk me into running more, buying me one at the end of every week when I reached my goals. By the time that I turned seven years old, my father decided it was time for me to step into another part of my life. I also had gained quite a lot of knowledge on some of the utmost random things in the universe.
IN WHICH TRAINING PAYS OFF
From what I knew about my father, he never left New Athens from the time that he moved in after his ten years at camp. Six months before my eighth birthday, my father left camp and took me to the woods. After handing over his dagger that he’d trained me with and an envelope, he said his goodbye and headed back home. At first, I didn’t get it. It wasn’t until I stumbled upon the wolves that I understood even slightly what was going on. I’d read about wolves before, and instantly went into a submissive pose. They seemed slightly confused at this, but didn’t attack me. That was, until Lupa approached me and I realized I looked rather foolish. I trained along side the wolves for five months. When I was allowed to leave, I decided to take a little detour. Camping out in the woods during the night, I spent my days in the library in Berkley. It wasn’t until the police began to question me that I decided to make my way back to camp.
IN WHICH FATE IS A b***h
Upon returning to camp, I thought that things would go over rather smoothly. When I was claimed by my mother, things became much more complicated. It was clear that none of the cohorts wanted me in them, but when I handed over the papers that my father had given me, I was placed in the first cohort. Campers seemed to be confused about why I was placed there, but instead of explaining, I just learned to live with the glares and stares. I happen to be counting down the days until I reach my final one in the legion and will be able to leave and decide what to do with my own life.
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:49 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 10:50 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 6:00 pm
YOU HAVE BEEN CLAIMED !
Son of Minerva / Legacy of Janus
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Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 6:35 pm
  xxxweep for { yourself } my manxxxxxxyou'll never be what is in your heart ➸ ➸ ❤xxxxlWEEP ▬ LITTLE LION MANyou're not as brave ■ ■ ■ as you were at ↺ the startxxxxxxxxxxxxxxRATE YOURSELF && RAKE YOURSELFxxxxxxxxTAKE ALL THE COURAGE YOU HAVE LEFTxxAND WASTE IT ON FIXING ✕ ALL THE PROBLEMS THAT YOU MADE IN YOUR → OWN HEAD
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