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Name:Known only as Zero
Age:around 13, but not sure
Gender:male
Appearance: Short, pale, with dark hair. Normally wears dark clothing
Mortal Parent: Unknown
Skills: Senses sharpen when in battle, and time appears to slow down so he can prepare for even the quickest attack
Weapon: Dual swords that turn into a bow when their hilts touch, the scabbard turns into a quiver with reappearing arrows
Biography: Zero was abandoned in the streets when he was born, but he was taken in by an orphanage. He grew up as a normal kid, but when he grew older he started acting strange. He instinctively knew Ancient Greek and could draw anything so perfectly it looked like a window rather than a picture.
His best friends started picking on him and he eventually ran away but not before they did some terrible things to him. While on the streets he was driven mad by the numerous monster encounters, but he came out of each battle unscathed.
He went on like that for years, eventually forgetting how to speak English. He one day reached the borders of Camp half-blood. The dragon saw him as a threat so started to attack him. The campers found them fighting, but the dragon barely got out alive.

((is this considered god-modding?))

Likes: Fighting, because it makes him less insane
Dislikes: Boredom, it makes him more insane
Picture: http://i3.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/-1/lens9833621_1267898206percy_jackson.jpg
((minus the lightning bolt, I'm sorry that's just how I see him))

Son of Ares

Name: Eric
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: Eric has white hair swept to one side, and red eyes. He mostly wears a yellow and black jacket with buttons going down the front. Around his head is a prominent sweatband that has a sticker with the word soul on and a round logo featuring a red-lipped mouth bearing pointed fangs surrounded with the letters 'E-A-T.' He wears a pair of maroon pants, and yellow and black sneakers with a pattern on the soles resembling his teeth. When seen bare-chested or naked, it is shown that he has a large scar going diagonally down his torso from the left shoulder to the right waist.
Mortal Parent: Male,
Skills: hes good at photography, sword fighting, and making trouble
Weapon(s)*:none at the moment
Biography: the only times he can remember of trying to get kill was first in kindergarten. When three kids who didn't look normal tried to drag him out of school but the teachers stopped them some how. The second time was at a circus when the ring master who was a cyclops tried to lock him in a cage but he was a little to fast. The third and last was on trip from his dad's place to his dads friends house so he find out more about his mom. But then a bunch of monsters surrounded him he tried his best to fight back that's how he got the scar on his chest. After six minutes of being dragged by the monster he was spotted by a satyr who played a song that messed with the monsters minds. Helping Eric to run away from the monsters it was until he came home from the hospital from the meager blood loss he had. The satyr was waiting in his room so he can tell Eric about camp they left for camp that night.
Likes: spiders, photos, and apples
Dislikes: snakes, pay phones, and history
Picture:
Godly parent: Eris

((srry i guess i wasnt think for a sec ill change it cause i dont want any trouble.))

Name:Osheen Firefly
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance:5"10, brown eyes and black hair. A litle rough around the edges but still hansome.
Mortal Parent: Female
Skills: building just about anything, fixing things, swiming and snowboarding
Weapon: A large golden battle axe that is large but light and folds into a small gold coin.
Biography:Born in boston, he was labeled a bad cid and spent the last few years goin from boarding schools to boarding school, once he even burnt it to the ground. Untill the monsters started to attacking, then he went on the run across america untill a demigod found him and brought him to camp half-blood.
Likes: fire, tinkering, cars, machines, snowboarding, skateboarding, swiming and girls.
Dislikes: brocolie, brucelsprots snd carrots
Picture:

Name:James Fenrir
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance:5'2, medium build, White Hair, Black Eyes
Mortal Parent:Female
Skills: Runnig, Startegy, Kayaking, Video Games !!EXPLOSIVES!!
Weapon(s): Double Edged Spear(*collapses into a small chain link bracelet. ie Aegis) 4 small throwing knives
Biography:Orphaned at a young age, when his mother was killed in a forest fire, while they, and his stepdad were camping, James always believed something else had started the forest fire, not just a stray campfire, or a floating ember. Strange things always happen around him, and he always finds a way to make it worse. He was eventually brought into Camp Half-Blood by a Satyr
Likes: The nickname "Jay" (as in the bird), Eating, testing his intelligence
Dislikes: Fools, and obese people

Nope. No can do. Or at least I sure think not. You have 1 demigod already and these two would make you have 3 demigods. You're only allowed 2 demigods and 1 nature spirit. Now change it.

Name:
Elias Rotin
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Blond hair, red eyes, red Goth jacket (although he’s not Goth), brown pants, boots, and a dark brown shirt. Brown gloves also, and a thick metal ring around his neck with a chain on it. The chain has a metal cone on the end of it.
Mortal Parent:
Unknown
Skills:
Very good with plants, and can be eerily quiet and sneak up behind people (only when he isn't trying)
Weapon: spear blade (see picture)
Biography:
He was left at an orphanage at a young age; the reason was speculated that his parents were drunks, because he had tattoos of tiny wings on his back. They decided to call him Elias as instructed in a letter. At the age of thirteen, Elias ran away from the orphanage, because wings had pooped up from his tattoos and he was afraid of being taken away. As he was leaving in a state of fear and near-madness, he caught the most wonderful scent of flowers. He followed the scent for days; occasionally stopping at a place for some begging (he had learned how to change his wings back to tattoos eventually). But at last he had found the source, an odd camp called Camp Half-Blood. It was there he saw at the top of the hill, two things that changed his life forever. One: a beautiful golden wool hanging in a tree. Two: a deadly-looking creature that could be nothing other than an actual dragon. At this, he fainted. The next thing he knew, he was in a nurse’s office and waiting to be “called upon”, or whatever the hell they had said. He was standing outside while he was waiting for some “mark to be shown upon him” (whatever those camp counselors were talking about), when he heard a noise to the right he turned his head slightly. And thank goodness he had. The thing shooting through the air would have pinned him to the ground by his throat if he hadn’t. Even still, he got a small scratch. After a few seconds of absolute terror, he found what had whizzed by his head. It was a weapon. It had a long staff, with a blade like a swords. When he pulled it from the ground it compacted into a metal ring about a foot wide and one to two inches wide. He now carries it with him, usually connected to his chain necklace (see below) while in ring form.
Image: (with his wings)
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=124167410974265&set=a.113611952029811.13978.100001430207533&ref=fbx_album