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Name:Justinian (Justin) Crook
Age:16
Gender:Male
Appearance:Black hair sometimes spikey,tain,semi-built,bout 6 ft,Likes to have shirt off.
Mortal Parent:Female(Jaime crook)
Skills: Swimming,track and field,biking,fensing,pretty smart,wrestleing,diving,horse riding,skiing,sailing,fighting,Gets mad pretty easy but is normally cool.Pretty nasty with a sword.
Weapon(s)*: A specail magic french sword, a ring that turns into a sword once taken off. It only fitess his finger.He calls it dipper.
Biography:Justin was born in mailbu,caile.When he was four he stared to swim. He loved to swim and most imporant be active.When he was 14 he was the youngest gold mendal winner in the history of the olympics.He so was a great biker and runner. He loved horses and rode them in all the time. He hated when people hurt animals. Also he hates pulltion. He is a national campion fenseer.He is a pro sailer.He gets made pretty easy. He is pretty claim most of the time. Anyway one day after practice when a weird guy picked him up and brought him to camp half blood. He told him everything. He has just got to camp where he is today.
Likes: Swimming,running,bikes,swords,horses/riding them,girls,school sometimes,sailing,wrestleing,diving,being active.
Dislikes: Not swimming or not being active,hurting animals,pullting,cheaters,being pistoff, monsters.
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Sword/ Dipper:

Is that better sir

Yayyy new people =DDDDDDDDDDD

Q and A's are never my strong point, so I'll keep this short, okay? Lets begin... my name is Seles Faulkener and I won't stand for anyone making light of my name. I was born in Las Vegas, Nevada and apparently that makes me a loose canon, but I personally think that I'm pretty down-to-earth which means that I hate returning to that place. I'm fifteen years old and I have slightly curly light brown hair which is usually in natural ringlets. I’ve been teased allot for that and because of it I’ve learned to hate my hair. It’s far too elegant for me and I don't think it fits my personality although I could be wrong. I usually dress like someone who wakes up ten minutes until school starts and hadn't seen what they were wearing and I'm terrible at applying makeup. If I don't have fair warning in the morning I look like I was trapped on a mountain for a week and wasn't able to take a bath.

Don't let my usual looks put you down though! I think I have a good sense of humor and I appreciate music and art and a good book. Sometimes I actually wear dresses and look approachable! I have light green or as my mom calls them amber eyes, which I'm actually proud of, and a good "family". My "family" consists of a obese gray cat and my mom, Caroline Faulkener, who makes great cakes and can see througn the mist. Wierd huh?. She never talks about dad, but I know she still loves him. Mostly we tease each other to keep the mood light. She's color-blind, which is wierd in a girl, so my hair looks blue to her, but we make the best of it by playing "what color is that?" when we're in her car. We moved from Vegas awhile ago because on my ninth birthday I was attacked by some....thing. My family wasn't hurt but that brute smashed my perfectly good chocolate cake and even since then I’ve been running. Two weeks in Phoenix, one in Denver, excetra. I hadn't had a good days rest until that goat-man came.

It would make the perfect campfire story if everyone else here didn't have the same story. The goat guy saw me on one of my daily alley fights, strange monster vs. five foot four girl, and decided to help me. I won't say he was totally useful, but the goat guy was pretty brave, or dumb, and distracted the monster with his...bleats? I had some room to sweep my lance (did I say that I woke up one morning with a lance in my arms? Scared my mom and I senseless until we saw the unsigned and suspicious note from some mysterious person. When you bang the non-bladed end against the ground it turns into a hair pin! It’s actually kind of pretty when I don't have to use it to avoid getting eaten.) Well, anyway, goat-man started acting all macho and talked to my mom. She decided that we should move to New York and make the best of my not so peaceful life. The G-M (goat-man) directed me to some "Camp" and told me that their wouldn't be any monsters attacking me and my family. I think you get the rest of the picture. My likes and dislikes are easy. I like sweets, how the light changes color on the sky and ocean at sunset, birds, coffee, days when I don’t fight for my life, horse-back riding, swiming in the summer, wind surfing, and allot of other things which are pretty seteriotypical. I hate monsters, my aim when fighting long range, my horrible luck, being teased, running from a fight, and the thought that I’m alone. Well, thats the abridged version of my life. No more questions, please!

"I don't wanna slow down.
You go for seconds and days
I live for moments to say
That I may never get a second chance
Don't throw it away
Living for dollars and dimes
They'll all diminish in time
Oh let that motion come crashing
Like a plane from the sky
It was a long ride down the east coast
In a city can't keep
Could you keep up on your feet?
And I was struck down by the west coast
It was a quarter to three but I don't do sleep"

Oh... I didn't see you there... You want me to tell you about myself? Uh, okay then... Sixteen years ago, I was born to my mother, Alyssa Marie Williams, in my home town New York, New York. At birth, the woman named me, Cassadee Sea Williams. If your that blind, I'm a female, who likes males thank you very much. Enough yet? No?! Ugh, fine I'll tell you more... If your around me, I tend to act rather quiet and shy. Being abused has its affects on you, and they aren't pretty. I'm also respectful and don't like to be yelled at..

Woah! You want to know about my past?! Fine, if I tell it to you, will you stop bothering me? No?! Fine, I'll tell it to you anyways... I grew up with my father and my brother. My mother left about a month after my birth, and never came back. It turned out that I was the product of an affair that she had. No one except her knew that until I was born and looked absolutly nothing like my father. He got furious and demanded the truth from my mother. She told him, and he was even more furious. It lasted about a week after I was born before she left. My father kept me though, saying that he was perfectly capable of taking care of me. She never did try to argue with him, seeing as she was never around. When I was about the age of seven, the beatings began. My father started to beat me, saying that I was a disgrace to his family. I couldn't do anything to prevent him from doing anything, but my brother would try to stop him a lot of the times. I tried to stand up to him about a month ago, but the beating was even worse. I wasn't strong enough to do anything to him, so I was harmed more. My brother finaly me got away from my father about a month ago and brought me to this camp. Anything is better than living with my father and getting the constant beatings. I still have bruises and stuff from when my father would beat me, but they aren't as bad as they were when we first moved out. Now I'm able to keep them covered and unnoticed with coverup at all times.

Some extras that might be handy to you... My weapons are a dagger, and a sword that turns into a necklace. I like sweets, Dancing, Music, Boys, Gymnastics, My brother,The night, Camp, and Writing. I dislike Liars, Being told what to do, School, My father, Blood, Violence, and Idiots. There you go, now can you please leave me alone? Thanks. OH MY GODS! WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?! Ohhhhh... Turns out that my godly parent is Undetermined... I might as well tell you this too... I hear this voice in my head, and it tells me what to do... I only know it by xXxMimi-96xXx... Bye...

"Follow the freeway
Break the routine
Cuz everything is second to your dreams
If this is the green light
Take what you need
And break out of this hospital scene
I'm running through a stop sign
Cutting out the break lights
I don't want to slow slow slow slow down down
I'm running through a stop sign
Living so it feels right
I don't want to slow slow slow slow down down
Don't wanna slow it down"

Name: Jeb Smith
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, Dark hair cut short, strange red eyes
Mortal Parent: Female
Skills: Good at finding people's weaknesses
Weapons: Black staff with currently unknown powers, mixed martial arts
Biography: Has always lived with his mom, but has some strange memories of his dad
Likes: Ghost stories
Dislikes: Fairytales
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Name: Elizabeth Annette
Age: 15
Gender: female
Appearance: Liz is a bonde hair blue eyes beauty. She's 5'7", and very thin. She is supposed to wear glasses but she doesn't like them so she never does.
Mortal Parent:female
Skills: She can usually tell what's on peoples minds and she she can almost always tell people's emotions.
Weapon(s): The only weapon Liz has is her trusted spear.
Biography: Liz has come from a pretty screwed up life. After her mother 'ran out' on them, he started drinking and abusing her. She tried to get away lots and lots of times, but he always found her again. Once she founds out she was a demigod and that there was a special place for them to go and train, she thought it was a blessing. Which it really was. She was so happy to get away from the home that she hated.
Likes: writing, reading, drawing, singing, sitting in the woods just to listen to the noises
Dislikes: Water, new people, water(wait did I say that?)
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