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 Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 4:45 pm
King Okami ((Though I admit that Kaichan's character bio was a bit, out there, it is perfectly acceptable to change and edit a character. Regardless of what she originally posted, she can always go back and edit it. Peace of cake. I approve of FurryPyschoBunny's version of the bio, that is, if Kaichan approves of his re-write.)) ((I approve of you Gary. <3))
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ForeverToday rolled 6 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3, 3, 2, 1
Total: 14 (6-24)
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 10:09 am
Name: Crystal Hyaner Age: 15 Gender: Female Appearance: Crystal is a light-skinned girl with long, dark brown hair and Big, Blue eyes. she has large lips, and blushing cheaks. Mortal Parent: Female Skills: Horse-back riding, Art, photography, Singing Weapon(s): Has one long sword that has a pinkish-light purplish hue to the metal. The Handle of the sword was shaped to look like a lilly in full bloom. Biography: Crystal grew up in south carolina by the beach. she loved the view from their beach house, and spent many long hourse painting it. At a young age, she had her first boyfriend. Her mother was a kind person, who had a considerable amount of money, but she left Crystal in the care of an old maid when she left for a tour of england. Crystal ran away from the maid, and, by some strange insident, aquired her sword. She traveled north, for a while, until, quite by accident, She stumbled apon Camp-half blood. She was 12 when this happened, and has been here since. Likes: Boys, kissing, Horses, art. Dislikes: Breaking up, peanuts. Picture : 
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 5:33 pm
Name: Jack Martelli Age: 14 Gender: Appearance: He has grey eyes and silver hair. He is normal height and is in shape. Mortal Parent: Unknown Skills: Plays an instrument and likes to swim. He has a great sense of direction Weapon(s)*: A bow that has everlasting arrows Biography: His parents died in a car crash and he had to live with his aunt and uncle. His aunt died mysteriously when walking home after visiting the store. Jack was told by his uncle that he was part god after the death of his aunt. He gave him a bow and quiver with unlimited ammo and was sent to Camp Half-Blood. He only really talks to friends and even then he doesnt say much. He is quick witted and can win an arguement in less than 4 sentences. He loves to play chess. He loves mythology Likes: Water, night, history, the moon, reading Dislikes: Fire, noon, science, sun, writing, TV, Violence to a certain extent 
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Posted: Sat May 15, 2010 6:59 pm
Name: Lycria[pronounced lie-cree-ah] Jones Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Lycria has long brown hair, black eyes and tanned skin. She is 5' 5" tall. She's Asian-Canadian, like her dad. Mortal Parent: Male Skills: Using throwing knives. Weapon(s): Two throwing knives and a sword made of black metal. Biography: Lycria grew up with a mortal dad and not knowing who her mother was. When she was 6, she was swimming in a lake and came out covered in leeches, ever since then she hated swimming in lakes because of leeches. When she was 10, she spotted yet another bloodsucker, this time, it was a tick. It was on her right thigh when she had spotted it sucking ner blood out. When she turned 16, she was attacked by a hellhound in the back alley of her house, while taking the garbage out. She was saved by a satyr, then her dad told her that she was a demigoddess. Her dad gave her two throwing knives and a sword made of black metal, just in case she was attacked by anymore monsters on her trip to camp. Likes: Woodworking, fashion, the night, being herself and boys. Dislikes: Ticks, leeches, spiders, fake people and homophobes. Picture: 
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 9:10 am
(( This is my third and final charcter))
Name:Isabella Dracul
Age: 17
Gender: Femal
Appearance:Blond average bust size with jean a t-shirt thats low cut but covers her belly to hide a scar she bears on her stomach, she as well wears a jean jacket that hangs low ebough to conceal her twin wabashi.
Mortal Parent sad Male)
Skills: Medical, Multiple forms of combat, her most promenant being Kage ryu
Weapon(s)*: concealed twin wanabashi hevans forge style
Biography:She grew up with a happy lif till age six when her father introduced her to the family buisness Assasination. At age eight she would meet two children from two differnt backgrouds that would change her life, the first she would eternally carry a tourch for Angel O'conner. The second would save her life in the end Gale Ryu an orpange that she convinced her father to help. As they grew older an intament relationship began to form between Isabella, Gale, and Angel in the end it would lead her to the destruction of her life as she knew it. On her fiftennth birthday she entered her family dojo to witness Angel and her father locked in mortal combat as she tried to sperate them Angel with out thinking ran her threw with his sword and then killed her father. As Angel fled in terror she contemplated her life as she bleed out only to be found by Gale who found her medical attention. At that time after settling her affairs she travled to LA to perfect her skills, there she was attacked by a gang of monsters. A passing satyer found her helping her to fight them off and lead her not only to Camp Half Blood but back smack dab into Agel and Gale's lives
Likes: Angel O'conner , Angelous O'conner, Gale Ryu, Romantic dinners and anchient Japenease fighting styles
Dislikes: The deaths of innocents, Guns
Picture ( When I find one fitting my mental image I will download it)
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 11:19 am
I made a boy ;D
Name: Aren Grant
Age: 14
Gender: male
Appearance:
Mortal Parent: his dad, Cyrus.
Skills: good eyesight, good climber
Weapon: A sword from his mother
Biography: His father was a musician, but Aren never had a good grasp of music. However, his art skills were unmatched by everyone at his school. When a venomous snake was found in his room, his father gave him the sword. At first, Aren thought his father was crazy "why do I need a sword, Dad?" he would ask. Cyrus would only answer "It's what your mother would want." On day, while walking in the forest with his dad, Aren was attacked by a reptilian monster. After Killing it with the sword, Cyrus told him the truth about the world and sent him to camp Half-blood
Likes: Drawing pictures, the forest
Dislikes: big reptiles, flying (in airplanes)
Picture: http://mercurialxen.deviantart.com/art/Anime-style-Tomboy-6862246 I'll try drawing a picture... but tis is what he looks like
Claimed by Rhea
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 1:59 pm
Name:Allysa Rishinda Age:13 Gender:female Appearance:blonde,4'5'',skinny. Mortal Parent: unknown Skills:good runner Weapon(s)*:an arrow Biography:When her parents were killed she only followed her sister Isabella.They were left on the streets.A rich family adopted them.Finally one day she acted weird and then her sister told her they were demigods.Then they ran away to camp half-blood Likes:being alone animals Dislikes:boys Picture: 
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:01 pm
she looks like a really cool character! She'll be kicking some monster butt!
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:45 pm
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 2:54 pm
 sчиαcнιNothing more, nothing less. My name is Synachi. No, it isn't Asian! It's actually Ancient Greek. My name means cold, if that gives you a clue. But as the years pass by, I sort of change my name. For now, it's Kyro. Nice name, right? I have thousands of nicknames, like babydoll, chill factor, hypo, Thermia. Yep, pretty much all tying with the cold. Which brings me to my next subject. Unlike all the other campers, I'm not a demi-goddess! I am actually an immortal being. Le gasp! Yeah, I'm not like a goddess or anything, I'm actually a nymph. Do I look like one? Of course not! Us nymphs have really changed our appearances over the years, and I find that I can look like a mortal extremely easily.
I was born after the first Titan war. When my daddy abducted my mommy, and then they had millions and millions of babies, the nymphs! Now, there are like thousands of types of nymphs. Dryads that go in trees, naiads that are in fresh water streams, lampades that hold torches in the underworld! We do it all! Unfortunately, I'm sort of placed in the worst area. No, I'm not a nymph of pollution, but that's how it feels. I'm an aurai. Aurai are the nymphs of the breeze. Specifically the colder breezes. Now guess who my dad is! Time's up! My dad is Boreas, the god of northern winds. Most of the time I fly with him and Chione, as we bring the cold to the mortals. Now, my mom is actually that hot abducted mortal, the one that makes Boreas calm. I don't want to write her name, it's so complicated! See, Synachi is so easy to spell!
In the times of Ancient Greece, I looked pretty different than how I do now, I promise you that. I used to have deep white hair that matched my stormy pearl white eyes. I was small, and barely even visible if I didn't want to be seen. I was skinny and had a glorious smile that made people follow my voice. Yes, I am an aurai, that's what we do. Naiads kiss and drag people to their watery dooms. We walk them off cliffs. See, us nymphs just never are able to stick to one guy.. Anyways, I was pretty hot. Because of my invisibility, and the fact that I was flying pretty much all the time, I didn't know what the word 'fashion' was. Then, once the western civilization appeared, I became obsessed with it! I found myself wearing countless and countless different outfits when I was flying. I disguised myself as a mortal, and try to get a haircut every month, at least. Gods are extremely rich. Anyways, I died my milky white hair to a dark black, and cut it low. Whenever I fly, I always look the weirdest. And, thing is, my dad doesn't like it a bit. He keeps complaining about how mortals will see us.. blah blah blah. My dad needs to chill sometimes.
My skills. Well, I can fly! How awesome is that?! Yeah, I can fly pretty well. All aurai can. We sort of learn how to soar before we learn how to walk or how to speak. Unfortunate, isn't it? I'm also pretty good at picking up conversations with people. That's why sometimes you can hear the wind talking, it's us having a chat! We love to talk, and talk, and talk. We pick it up from our mother. I'm pretty good at cutting hair and dying hair, appearances is everything when it comes to me. Unfortunately, my dad needs to come to my salon. I can sing pretty well, and I use it whenever I'm alone. Unfortunately, I really don't like monsters that well. So............... I like to kill 'em! Sure, my dad says not to dwell with the half-bloods, but when they are filled with terror as a hellhound or something is ready to pounce on them, I can't stop myself! I need to take my sword and bash it to bits! Yeah, I have this cold sword named Kyro, which I use for my monster bashing. It's three feet made of bronze, so that mortals aren't killed. I'm not like my dad.
My life story. Herm. Well, one day I was born. It was in Thrace, where my dad dominates. My father didn't see me born, but I didn't necessarily care that much. My mom fed me ambrosia and forced me to fly the day after I was born, and therefore I grew up to a teen look quickly. And after a week, I was flying with my dad. A bit rushed, I guess, but that's the life of an aurai. So, anyways, I found some freedom in flight. Even if I wanted to stray from the group, Boreas kept dragging me back. Unfortunately, my mom agreed with him. I couldn't understand what was wrong with going a little bit away from the breeze. Yet, I followed. I found myself tying up with my other sisters, and we talked and talked about all the topics. We always wanted to go to Olympus, but yet, we weren't allowed. Now, let's skip a few thousand years later. It's the Western Civilization. I was flying with the group, when I found a scared half-blood in an alley. I couldn't help myself. I flew up to the hellhound and slashed him. Now, the half-blood boy looked pretty cute. Blond hair that curled, a small forehead and small hands, a fragile face. Though, he fainted. I didn't know what to do, so I carried him to my dad. Boreas told me to throw him on the street. "He's just a mortal. Right, chill? Right?"he asked me. I was unsure, but he didn't feel mortal. Boreas soon told me that it was half-blood after inspecting him, and told me to bring him to camp. That's why there's a small breeze of cold that went through. I brought him to the border, and I was unsure what to do. Then, I saw the camp half-blood t-shirts. I needed to have one! So, I went in, and that's what I'm doing here!
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:33 pm
(I have permission to not use the format)
My birthcertificate says my name is Callidora Leanne Hathaway. But if you call me Callidora I may attempt to punch your lights out, you've had your warning. Usually, I go by Calli, or Hathaway. OK? Got it now?
I was born fifteen years ago, on a Wedsday, at 3:33 am in Seatle washington, and I was a GIRL!
People say I'm pretty, but I doubt that. I have dark brown hair, almost always kept up in a sloppy ponytail, and my bangs always seem to hang in my face no matter what I do. I am rather pale, with a few freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my nose, which I hate! I stand about five foot four inches maybe, making me pretty short for my age, but I'm also more muscled than most girls my age. I have pale blue eyes, though you can't usually see them on account of my bangs. You'll often see me in a t-shirt, ripped up jeans and converse, but always wearing a butterfly necklace.
I never knew my mortal parent, I was abandonded before I ever met them, but I'll get to more of that later.
Skills, hmmm let me see. Well truthfully, I'm good at threatning people. I often have a rep as one of those people who are always in the fights, so I think it gives me an edge. Not that I peritculary like to fight. Also, I've got to say I'm a pretty fast runner, and I love to paint.
Wepaons, the best part of being at this camp. Personally, I usually use a spear, and often my shield.
Here's a little bit about my background. I never knew my mortal parent, nor did I know I was a demi-god. I could never remembers much of my past, it was often foggy until I reached six years old. At the time, I was living in Saint Marian's orphanage for under privlidged girls in Seatle. It wasn't a bad excistence for an supposedly orphaned six year old, but I hated it. It always made me feel confined, but school was no better. Most people don't know how creul first to third graders could be, but they were always terrible to Callidora. They bullied her about everything about herself, from being short, to her name, to her tomboyish-ness, and to her loss of parents.
It wasn't as though she never had friends. Callidora had one best friend through every grade, Maya Abernathy. They were very different, Maya being to girly, and unarguemenative, and Callidora being the exact opposite, but the girls were closer than most friends. Maya gave Callidora her courage, in a interesting way. Anyone who would pick on Maya would have to deal with Callidora, and that was never pretty. It also meant she spent a lot of time in the principle's office, but she didn't care.
That's how it was through elementry school and Callidora and Maya's first year of highschool. They were inseperatable, nothing could bring them down.
Then, there was that day. Maya didn't come to school, and when Callidora went to her house to see if she was sick, no one asnwered the door. There were a few blissful hours, compared to the ones that followed, when she thought the Abernathy's might be on vacation, but it also soon donned on her that they had taken one last month.
Callidora was scared out of her wits. Aagain, she approached the door, the next day, and pounded her fist against the wood, but when she stopped, she heard crying from inside, that seemed to be coming from an older woman. "Mrs. Abernathy?" Callidora yelled, and tis time the door was opened. Mrs. Abernathy was a wreck, her usual tidy hair was sticking up in every which angle, her making splattered al over her face. And the tears, oh so many tears.
Callidora had asked her what was wrong, and Mrs. Abernathy replied, "Maya is gone, we can't find her, The police can't find her. We think she might be de-" but Callidora knew what she was going to say. Callidora sunk to her knees, tears streaming down the face that never showed fear.
When Callidora went home, and she told the orphanage people what happened, seeing as she came in with all her black make-up in pools on her cheeks, they told Callidora was a half-blood. It was extremely bad timing, but the orphanage people couldn't really explian, so they put her on a plane, with nothing but the clothes on her back, and the necklace, the butterfly necklace Maya had given her the first day they met, and sent Callidora to new york City, where a saytr was waiting to take her to camp.
I like sour food, sword fighting, reading if I can manage it, and butterflies.
I hate Bullies, arogant people, overly happy people, and reminders of Maya.
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:46 pm
shouldn't you be using the character layout xXx Ayame Emi xXx (incomplete)
My birthcertificate says my name is Callidora Leanne Hathaway. But if you call me Callidora I may attempt to punch your lights out, you've had your warning. Usually, I go by Calli, or Hathaway. OK? Got it now?
I was born fifteen years ago, on a Wedsday, at 3:33 am in Seatle washington, and I was a GIRL!
People say I'm pretty, but I doubt that. I have dark brown hair, almost always kept up in a sloppy ponytail, and my bangs always seem to hang in my face no matter what I do. I am rather pale, with a few freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my nose, which I hate! I stand about five foot four inches maybe, making me pretty short for my age, but I'm also more muscled than most girls my age. I have pale blue eyes, though you can't usually see them on account of my bangs. You'll often see me in a t-shirt, ripped up jeans and converse, but always wearing a butterfly necklace.
I never knew my mortal parent, I was abandonded before I ever met them, but I'll get to more of that later.
Skills, hmmm let me see. Well truthfully, I'm good at threatning people. I often have a rep as one of those people who are always in the fights, so I think it gives me an edge. Not that I peritculary like to fight. Also, I've got to say I'm a pretty fast runner.
Wepaons, the best part of being at this camp.
Biography sad Please, A few sentences, a paragraph is adored
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 6:47 pm
yeah SquishyFishy4 shouldn't you should be using the character layout xXx Ayame Emi xXx (incomplete)
My birthcertificate says my name is Callidora Leanne Hathaway. But if you call me Callidora I may attempt to punch your lights out, you've had your warning. Usually, I go by Calli, or Hathaway. OK? Got it now?
I was born fifteen years ago, on a Wedsday, at 3:33 am in Seatle washington, and I was a GIRL!
People say I'm pretty, but I doubt that. I have dark brown hair, almost always kept up in a sloppy ponytail, and my bangs always seem to hang in my face no matter what I do. I am rather pale, with a few freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my nose, which I hate! I stand about five foot four inches maybe, making me pretty short for my age, but I'm also more muscled than most girls my age. I have pale blue eyes, though you can't usually see them on account of my bangs. You'll often see me in a t-shirt, ripped up jeans and converse, but always wearing a butterfly necklace.
I never knew my mortal parent, I was abandonded before I ever met them, but I'll get to more of that later.
Skills, hmmm let me see. Well truthfully, I'm good at threatning people. I often have a rep as one of those people who are always in the fights, so I think it gives me an edge. Not that I peritculary like to fight. Also, I've got to say I'm a pretty fast runner.
Wepaons, the best part of being at this camp.
Biography sad Please, A few sentences, a paragraph is adored
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 3:49 am
SquishyFishy4 shouldn't you be using the character layout xXx Ayame Emi xXx (incomplete)
My birthcertificate says my name is Callidora Leanne Hathaway. But if you call me Callidora I may attempt to punch your lights out, you've had your warning. Usually, I go by Calli, or Hathaway. OK? Got it now?
I was born fifteen years ago, on a Wedsday, at 3:33 am in Seatle washington, and I was a GIRL!
People say I'm pretty, but I doubt that. I have dark brown hair, almost always kept up in a sloppy ponytail, and my bangs always seem to hang in my face no matter what I do. I am rather pale, with a few freckles sprinkled across the bridge of my nose, which I hate! I stand about five foot four inches maybe, making me pretty short for my age, but I'm also more muscled than most girls my age. I have pale blue eyes, though you can't usually see them on account of my bangs. You'll often see me in a t-shirt, ripped up jeans and converse, but always wearing a butterfly necklace.
I never knew my mortal parent, I was abandonded before I ever met them, but I'll get to more of that later.
Skills, hmmm let me see. Well truthfully, I'm good at threatning people. I often have a rep as one of those people who are always in the fights, so I think it gives me an edge. Not that I peritculary like to fight. Also, I've got to say I'm a pretty fast runner.
Wepaons, the best part of being at this camp.
Biography sad Please, A few sentences, a paragraph is adored
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Dislikes: (Well, she's allowed to do what I did if she pms me. Like how Tavok did))
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