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 Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 10:25 am
Name: Rosalind Lynn Goodell Age: 16 Gender: Female Appearance: Rosalind is a rather short female with choppy blond hair(natural) With the underneath dyed brown. Her build is athletic and she has greenish blue eyes ( sorry if this is a problem but thats how my eyes are). She has a fair complection meaning her skin is like a light peach color. Mortal Parent:Male: Aleaxander Goodell Skills: Athletic, Sneaky, artistic Weapon(s)*: A matching set of switch blades she keeps in her pockets. Biography: She grew up with a decent family. Her father worked odd jobs and often money was tight but they always made it through. She often spent time helping the local animal shelter. Rosalind learned to defend herself due to the fact that there were times when her father would be away for days at a time. Her only friend Sara stayed with her most of the time. Rosalind was never much of a trouble maker but trouble always found her. Her father said it was because she was beautiful and that made them jealous. They never talked about her mother much but she knew something strange was going on. One night when her and Sara where walking back from the store a couple of muggers came out ( not uncommon in New York) but they didnt appear to be human. There size and shape stayed the same but they moved with incredible speed. They fought them off but how many more are out there? Likes: Chocolate, reading, spending time with her dad and Sara, drawing Dislikes: Oranges, Being alone, and annoying people Picture 
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 8:18 pm
Name: Alexandria (I prefer Alex) Rouge
Age: 15
Gender:Female
Appearance:Silver eyes, black and neon green hair, skinny, and pale
Mortal Parent: Female
Skills: I can be very loud.
Weapons: Black bow and Arrow, Black Knife, Magic invisibility cloak.
Biography: When I was six my mom left me and moved to Alaska. She left me in New York. When i was 12 two other Demigods found me then 2 years later a stayr brang us to camp one day before my 15th Birthday. I have been at Camp Half-Blood for almost 6 months. I've not been clained yet. I also have ADHD and Dyslexia like other Demigods.
Likes: I like black, neon green, archery, and fighting alongside fellow Demigods.
Dislikes: Aphrodite girls, mean people, weak people, girly girls (some of them), spiders, Heights, and Hera (past problems).
Picture I don't have one sorry
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:59 am
everyone is using the name alex or alexander or something close to that popular name .-.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 5:47 pm
Name: Sofia Newman Age: 13 Gender: Female Appearance: A petite girl with short black hair and striking blue eyes with pale skin. Mortal Parent: male, Evan Newman Skills: She's creative and imaginative. She also has a knack with instruments. She has a wide knowledge. Weapon(s)*: A bow staff Biography: Her father, Evan, hates her guts. He believes that every bad thing that has happened to him was her fault. Sofia couldn't stand the hatred. Ever since Evan remarried, her life got worse. Every night, when she was little, she talked to an imaginary mother, seeking comfort. She ran away when her stepsisters teased and broke everything she owned. Likes: Books, listening/playing music, animals, plants Dislikes: Having to use violence Picture: 
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2011 7:07 pm
Name: Zephry Sanders Age: 14 Gender: Female Appearance: Bright blue eyes sandy brown hair Mortal Parent: Unknown Skills: Great hip hop dancer and is pretty good at fighting with a bo staff Weapon(s)*: Bo staff (It's the charm on her necklace) Biography: She has spent most of her life in an orphanage(SP?). She was forced to leave when a menator came and destroyed the orphange a couple months ago. She was left with a a huge scar down her right arm that she continuously rubs, for some unknown reason it keeps her clam. Likes: Music and loud places Dislikes: Slicence and people contiously asking questions about her scar. Picture: 
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Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 2:07 pm
Name: Yumi Maraku
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Appearance:
-Black hair
-5'3
-100 pounds
-Hair stops a mid-back
Mortal Parents: Unknown
Skills:
-Manipulation
-Persuasive
-Great poet
-Can jog 5 miles without stopping
Weapons:
-2 pistols
-2 daggers
Bio:
-Mother
-Uncle (Deceased)
-Aunt (Deceased)
Ask her.
Likes:
-Chocolate
-Dark Colors
-Dark Poems
-Caves
-Night time
Dislikes:
-Pink
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:39 pm
 "When sun sets dusk and streets are cleared,
Well this towns renegade is near.
I'm standing tall, waiting host,
What's it like to see a ghost?
Both outlaws equal, yes indeed,
One shot rhythm to the gunsling
So long my sweet (Bye Bye)"
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 Ashley Beth, in my home town Éze, France. At birth, the woman named me, Hanna Mai Beth. 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 anti-social. If you were to make me mad, I wouldn't hesitate to harm a pretty little hair on your head. My mother has called me a rather odd child because of how quiet and anti-social I am, and that I can snap, just like that. A lot of people say that I have a rather dark aura, and that liking the dark better than light is a bad thing, but to tell you the truth, I could care less what they all said about me. You can see me, but I'll explain my apperance to you in words too. I've got dark brown, almost black hair and ashey brown eyes. My skin is rather pale, and I have my nose pierced. My hair reaches the middle of my back and the makeup that I wear is either natural, or dark. I'm not short, but I'm not super tall either. Standing about five feet, nine inches from the floor, and weigh around one hundred pounds.
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 in Éze, France. A small toun that has about fifteen people that live there in the winter, and mabey twenty people that live there in the summer. My mother raised me alone, and home schooled me, teaching me about the Greeks, the one thing that interested me to tell you the truth. I was never the kind of child that would play 'regular' games. As I grew up, I stayed inside during the day, and would go out at night to practice. In Éze, there were lots of places that people didn't know about, and I would take the dagger that was my mothers, and go practice in the middle of the night. I know, sounds odd, but it's true. My mother never understood it, but, she gave up eventualy. She had met a guy when I was about six years old, and married him. I never liked him, and stayed away from home as much as possible. One night before my sixteenth birthday while I was out training, I heard a noise. I turned around, and there was an old lady and her pet chihuahua. I got a bad feeling about them, and my feelings were right, because the dog started to grow, and I knew what it was. It was a Chimera, and it was sent after me. Some how I mannaged to kill it, but I wasn't entirely sure how I did it. My mother found me the next morning, passed out and bleeding before she took me, and sent me here, to this camp.
Some extras that might be handy to you... My weapons are a dagger, and a sword that turns into a skelleton key necklace. I like quiet, night, fire, my mother, my father, Greek stories, and Éze. I dislike liars, light, my step-father, jerks, and monsters. 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...
"In time. In vain.
Well I wash my hands of yesterday.
If I should fall,
If I should pass,
It's worth one last stand before the gates of hell!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 7:47 pm
Name: Carter Erris Age: 16.5 (Birthday is September 13th) Gender: Male Appearance: Dark skin with semi-long brown/black hair and deep brown eyes. Mortal Parent: Teria Blake Skills: Talented in construction, architecture, and invention. He has been training in martial arts for a while now. He loves to read whenever possible, but also practices hacking into computer systems. He also loves music and plays several instruments. Weapon(s)*: His weapon is a special weapon, that normally looks like a tuning fork. When hit against a surface, it splits into twin daggers (Normally one weapon.) Biography: Carter has spent most of his life being shunted from one Nanny to another. Once he got older he ended up getting get kicked out of several boarding schools, mainly because he learned too quickly. He would often get bored, and then turn to pranks to entertain himself. Finally he landed in a school of engineering where he was able to invent and build things all the time. He was happy there until he started noticing people acting strangely.. Likes: Tools, labs, computers, music. Loves to invent. Dislikes: Most Arachnids, MAINLY SCORPIONS. (evil little beasts...) Also hates people who think they are smart (himself excluded) Picture: 
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 2:29 pm
Ok so I did mine a little bit different but I hope its ok. You should be able to were I'm going. I you think its ABSOLUTELY necessary I redo it then please pm me. Name: James "Ray" Light Age: 16 Description: Different from his mother in everyway imaginable (She's a country singer and James hates country music). His hair is naturally a golden blond but he dies it black. Snakebites and gages. Tattoos: One of a Sun on his upper back and a sleeve. Very pale. Humble but knows when to stick up for what he believes in. Background: James has always hated living in the small town of ... were his mother is hidden from stardom. They butted heads more often then not. His father had died, his mother told him, in a airplane chrash the year after he was born. But on return from sneeking out, one late winter night, James finds a beautiful bow on his bed with a note from none other than his father. Fueled by thoughts that his father is still alive he hid the bow and plans to run away the next day. The next night, after having made arangements for a friend to pick him up, James made sure his mother was asleep and grabs his packed bags and the bow (Which he had now figured out that if he breathed on it, it turned into a ring and vise versa.). After putting a note he'd written on the tv (Gone to find Dad. No more lies. -James), he left. What fallowed cantaned monsters, fighting and a whole sellow of nasty things untill he finally found Camp Half-Boold. Weapon: A gold and silver bow with a thin bronze blade on the front. (With no arrows) He fond it on his bed, after a long night of sneeking out, with a note that read "To my son James. May this bow bring you warmth and light in the darkest of places. Love your father." Other: James would like to start a screamo band at Camp. Photo: 
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 7:39 pm
Name: John Winston Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearence: White, with semi-long brown hair, Brown eyes, wears a suit. Mortal Parent: Tifiny Winston Skills: Guitar, and using his head he tends to think things through often and doesn't charge in. John likes using anything sharp like swords and the such but can use Copoiera, a martial arts he'd dabbled in, to fight off enemies when he isn't armed. Weapon: Johns weapon is his Sword, Templar, he'd named it after his the crusaders for personal reasons. The sword is long and appears like a broadsword but has the word "Beauseant" written along the blade. the sword is otherwise basic but takes the form of a Guitar Pick. Likes: Guitar, The Beatles, rock music, singing, and his idol John Lennon Dislikes: pop music, anyone that steals Beatles songs and turns them into "mainstream crap that I wish would just explode." Bio: John was born in England but his mother moved to New York after his father had "died". John still had his English accent and, because of it, was made fun of constantly. John learned guitar from the internet and often listened to Beatles music as a way to calm himself. one night his mother called him downstairs and told him to bring everything he could carry. John picked up his guitar, Ipod, and a biography on John Lennon, something else that made him feel happy, on his way down his mother grabbed his wooden guitar pick and threw it away she then gave him a differant one. on the way to Camp Half-Blood Johns mother hit a tree and died on impact. John was near crying and ran out of the car towards the camp. John wishes he could save his mother but doesn't focus on the past and instead decided to focus on the present. Picture: 
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:29 am
DarkCavalier Name: John Winston Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearence: White, with semi-long brown hair, Brown eyes, wears a suit. Mortal Parent: Tifiny Winston Skills: Guitar, and using his head he tends to think things through often and doesn't charge in. John likes using anything sharp like swords and the such but can use Copoiera, a martial arts he'd dabbled in, to fight off enemies when he isn't armed. Weapon: Johns weapon is his Sword, Templar, he'd named it after his the crusaders for personal reasons. The sword is long and appears like a broadsword but has the word "Beauseant" written along the blade. the sword is otherwise basic but takes the form of a Guitar Pick. Likes: Guitar, The Beatles, rock music, singing, and his idol John Lennon Dislikes: pop music, anyone that steals Beatles songs and turns them into "mainstream crap that I wish would just explode." Bio: John was born in England but his mother moved to New York after his father had "died". John still had his English accent and, because of it, was made fun of constantly. John learned guitar from the internet and often listened to Beatles music as a way to calm himself. one night his mother called him downstairs and told him to bring everything he could carry. John picked up his guitar, Ipod, and a biography on John Lennon, something else that made him feel happy, on his way down his mother grabbed his wooden guitar pick and threw it away she then gave him a differant one. on the way to Camp Half-Blood Johns mother hit a tree and died on impact. John was near crying and ran out of the car towards the camp. John wishes he could save his mother but doesn't focus on the past and instead decided to focus on the present. Picture:  is it just me.. or does the guy in the picture (who's oddly quite familiar) seem a little bit old for a fifteen year old?
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:56 am
Name:Jimmy Hoff Age:16 Gender:male Appearance:mix skin color,semi-built,green hair blue eyes, wheres alot of bling. Mortal Parent:Unknown Skills: Getting girls,sword fighting, very smart, music,sex, drinking, archery,looking good,running,more sex Weapon(s)*:Cross necklace that turns into a sword. Biography:Jimmy hoff was your normal teen in newyork.He was a ladys man. He did pot for a couple months than stop cause his school work was suffering.He never knew his parents. His onely comefort was with girls.One he was running from a girls dad be he found him in his daughter room doing it with her. Anyway Jimmy just got a way when a monster attack so he took his cross and took care of the monster.Then a Satyr came and brought him to camp where he is to day. Likes:Girls,Girls, and more Girls,fighting,tv,girls,sword fighting, and girls,music,art,school,weed,sex Dislikes: Justin bieber,monsters,girl steelers,assholes,sometimes cops get on his nerves.(not really just for my character) gays. Picture  The Cross sword: 
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:10 am
purplejuiceinyellowcup DarkCavalier Name: John Winston Age: 15 Gender: Male Appearence: White, with semi-long brown hair, Brown eyes, wears a suit. Mortal Parent: Tifiny Winston Skills: Guitar, and using his head he tends to think things through often and doesn't charge in. John likes using anything sharp like swords and the such but can use Copoiera, a martial arts he'd dabbled in, to fight off enemies when he isn't armed. Weapon: Johns weapon is his Sword, Templar, he'd named it after his the crusaders for personal reasons. The sword is long and appears like a broadsword but has the word "Beauseant" written along the blade. the sword is otherwise basic but takes the form of a Guitar Pick. Likes: Guitar, The Beatles, rock music, singing, and his idol John Lennon Dislikes: pop music, anyone that steals Beatles songs and turns them into "mainstream crap that I wish would just explode." Bio: John was born in England but his mother moved to New York after his father had "died". John still had his English accent and, because of it, was made fun of constantly. John learned guitar from the internet and often listened to Beatles music as a way to calm himself. one night his mother called him downstairs and told him to bring everything he could carry. John picked up his guitar, Ipod, and a biography on John Lennon, something else that made him feel happy, on his way down his mother grabbed his wooden guitar pick and threw it away she then gave him a differant one. on the way to Camp Half-Blood Johns mother hit a tree and died on impact. John was near crying and ran out of the car towards the camp. John wishes he could save his mother but doesn't focus on the past and instead decided to focus on the present. Picture: is it just me.. or does the guy in the picture (who's oddly quite familiar) seem a little bit old for a fifteen year old? meh i looked up pictures and searched through bout 100 till I found this one. I just got tired and didn't want to use a crappy picture ill change it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:39 am
jpimp1234567891011 Name:Jimmy Hoff Age:14 Gender:male Appearance:mix skin color,semi-built,green hair blue eyes, wheres alot of bling. Mortal Parent:Unknown Skills: Getting girls,sword fighting, very smart, music,sex, drinking, archery,looking good,running Weapon(s)*:Cross necklace that turns into a sword. Biography:Jimmy hoff was your normal teen in newyork.He was a ladys man. He did pot for a couple months than stop cause his school work was suffering.He never knew his parents. His onely comefort was with girls.One he was running from a girls dad be he found him in his daughter room doing it with her. Anyway Jimmy just got a way when a monster attack so he took his cross and took care of the monster.Then a founghn came and brought him to camp where he is to day. Likes:Girls,Girls, and more Girls,fighting,tv,girls,sword fighting, and girls,music,art,school,weed,sex Dislikes: Justin bieber,monsters,girl steelers,assholes,sometimes cops get on his nerves.(not really just for my character) gays. Picture Not really one who could talk 'bout this, but a 14 year old is good at sex and drinking? COOL! He's Nethun's and my new man-whore #4
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 11:59 am
F l u f f e r s xxx jpimp1234567891011 Name:Jimmy Hoff Age:16 Gender:male Appearance:mix skin color,semi-built,green hair blue eyes, wheres alot of bling. Mortal Parent:Unknown Skills: Getting girls,sword fighting, very smart, music,sex, drinking, archery,looking good,running Weapon(s)*:Cross necklace that turns into a sword. Biography:Jimmy hoff was your normal teen in newyork.He was a ladys man. He did pot for a couple months than stop cause his school work was suffering.He never knew his parents. His onely comefort was with girls.One he was running from a girls dad be he found him in his daughter room doing it with her. Anyway Jimmy just got a way when a monster attack so he took his cross and took care of the monster.Then a Satyr came and brought him to camp where he is to day. Likes:Girls,Girls, and more Girls,fighting,tv,girls,sword fighting, and girls,music,art,school,weed,sex Dislikes: Justin bieber,monsters,girl steelers,assholes,sometimes cops get on his nerves.(not really just for my character) gays. Picture Not really one who could talk 'bout this, but a 14 year old is good at sex and drinking? COOL! He's Nethun's and my new man-whore #4 Is that bettter dude?
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