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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 12:09 pm
 
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 7:44 pm
 
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 6:31 am
銀 英 賢 한Eun Yeong Hyeon Han Son of Dionysus  The Journal A small leather bound book lay hidden away in the Big House Attic. Untouched for many years. Inside told the story of a boy. One who was not like others. A hero among mortals. Like many before him one day he may become the stuff of legends, yet this small leather bound journal told his story of his time long before he himself knew it. As the dusty old book is opened a picture of a blonde Korean male appears glued to the front page. Above it written in Korean read the characters: 銀 英 賢 한. Below the image in English the name was written: Eun Yeong Hyeon Han. As the first few pages are looked though you find documentation of his birth. Eun Yeong Hyeon Han, born July 27th, at 9.10 pounds. The next dozen pages are written in an elegant hand, describing the young boys development. Clearly written in the mother's view. One Page in particular stands out: 10/19 - His father visits. I was taken by surprise today to hear a knock at the door. In the year I have lived in America I have seen very few visitors, So I was most surprised to open the door and meet Eun's father standing there. He smiled at me and handed me a sealed envelope, after apologizing for the intrusion. He told me to read the letter and much will be explained to me. I then invited him in for a cup of tea, to which he denied. He said he was much to busy with his work. At the moment I still knew not what his work was, All I knew was he was a very important man, and that if he came all the way out to California to deliver a letter to a woman who had fallen for him and bore his child, than it must be important. It was as suddenly as he had come that he stated that he had to leave, 'I am only permitted a few minutes' he said. To which I had no understanding. That was until after he took his leave and I opened the letter. As I began to read I was taken by surprise. It told just how important he was, and of possibly troubles in the future. At the bottom of the letter it read: In hopes you never have to use this until the time is right. Inside the envelope rested a small ring, made of a strange yellow-like material. It was cold to the touch, yet at the same time radiated a feeling of warmth and confidence. How exactly a small piece of jewelry did so I do not know, but after reading the letter, I knew it was possible. I followed the instructions in the letter. I put the ring on, hoping to never have to use it, and when the time came, give it to Eun. The next few pages are written in the same vague manner, mentioning worry of what the letter said, as well as, every now and again, the phrase: "I hope he lives a long happy life.". Later on in the journal came a new hand, a crude attempt at writing. Mama said I write in book! I happy Mama let me touch book now! I will make it colerful! Mama says write about day! So Eun write about day! Eun turn 6! He ate cak! It was a gud cak! I like the ising! But Eun got gift! Mama's lucky ring! He war it now! At the edge of the page came a dark patch of paper, where obviously some kind of mess had been cleaned off. I note was written in the bottom: Cleaned off page, as it was covered in cake. I guess Eun wanted to share it with the reader.Flipping through more pages one found the same crude hand writing, slowly the spelling and grammar becoming better as the dates passed. Soon the dates changed from daily updates to weekly, and to once a month. One could only guess as the years went by the child became bored of writing in the old journal. That was until a strange entry came in, once again in the mothers hand. 7/27 - Moving. It is the day after Eun's 10th birthday, and it has become difficult for us to remain in San Francisco. The letter was right, as he grows older the more come, luckily they usually run off. I am reluctant to leave Eun leave the house anymore. I plan to move to San Diego, hopefully they don't follow us there.The next page is dated three months later. 10/20 - School; Yuck! Yeah so I don't know what to write in the dumb thing. I don't get why Mom always insists I do this. Anyway today I went to school and got yelled at by my math teacher, apparently I can't draw picture that make fun of him on my homework. But it was on the back! I didn't think he would see it. Plus, he has that funny name: Mr. Buttes. Of course I would draw him with a butt head! So now I got detention and grounded for a week. I blame the ADHD, I can't focus in that class and end up drawing pictures. And besides it was Josh who told me what to draw! Anyway I am tired so I guess I am going to sleep.With more and more dates passing by none with many exciting details. A clear 5 years of journal entries pass, with only an occasional page filled out with dates months apart. Finally the book came to a new date: 7/26 - 16 Bitches! So now that I am 16 today I am going to take my drivers test. I've been studying for months so I am ready. Plus Josh is setting up a huge party at his place. He says he has a special surprise for me. I have no idea what it is though....
Just got back from the best freakin' party ever! Josh's surprise was awesome! But I'm not gonna write what it was, let's just say it was the after party that made it so good. Anyway I decided to get my ear pierced and we did that today to. Mom flipped out when I got home, started shouting at me in Korean. The weird thing is when she was shouting she said something crazy, I think it was like: "The other gods must be laughing at your father now!" Of course when I asked what she meant she shut up. And told me to go to my room. I should piss her off more often, that was the first time in years she mentioned my father. Anyway I am going surfing tomorrow. Me, Josh, and Kyle, I don't get why Kyle is going, since he is afraid of the water.The next entry is two weeks later, written in rush and with tear stains across the page. A small splash of red rested on the corner of the page. I think I am going crazy! I saw a guy with one eye force me and Josh off the road! We smashed into a tree and now we are in the hospital. I don't know what exactly happened but Kyle was with us. I think he had hairy legs, and he stabbed the guy. But Kyle didn't have any blood besides his own on him. And the body turned to dust! As soon as Mom arrived at the hospital Kyle told her it was time. Time for what exactly? I have no clue. But tomorrow I am leaving for somewhere apparently. Flipping to the next few pages, only to discover there is. no more writing. The remaining pages are blank. For now it is time for you to learn his story first hand. The facts Eun Yeong Hyeon Han: He is half Korean.
He is currently 16 year old.
He has a piercing in his right ear.
He likes to hang out with friends, draw, surf, dance, and when extremely bored: read.
He hates jerks, snobs, football, the quiet, and rainy days.
He speaks both Korean and English fluently.
He is dating Josh. No one is aware of this fact as they are both closeted.
His ring is made out of Celestial Bronze and can turn into sword, just twist the gem and it will transform.
He has a fear of heights and small spaces.
He enjoys spending his time texting, listening to music, and dancing.
He only has one nickname, which he hates being called: Korea.
The Curtain: Eun is often described as a fun loving, energetic guy, who can be the life of the party. Oddly enough he rarely goes to the parties unless Josh brings him along. He is clearly the more level headed of the two, but Eun can be hyperactive and a handful at times, mainly because of his ADHD. He enjoys romantic things like dinners for two, and moonlit picnics on the beach. Admittedly he isn't the brightest or the most athletic, but he is a skilled writer, and he is talented at debates. He is also very trustworthy and kind. So that's his good traits. Eun can also be described as a pervert, and a flirt. He does what he needs to to get what he wants. He also is a handful when he gets mad. He is stubborn and can keep an argument going for days. The Team: His parents are: Mother: Seong Yun Han (成 潤 한)
Father: Dionysus His friends are: His crush is: The Gifts: Powers The Adventure: (notes on time at camp)
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Sir Spazalots Vice Captain
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Sir Spazalots Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 6:33 am
Joshua Lowery Son of Triton  My Life Life, is something precious. Especially to a demigod, You'll never know just how long you have, what with monsters out to get you all the time. Not to count for any annoyed deities there might be. Let's just say a demigod always is in danger, except when in Camp Half Blood. I learned all of this last summer, back when Kyle brought me to Camp Half Blood. Kyle, it turns out is a satyr. He explained a lot to me. How my father was a god, how I got my talents from him. But I better explain my life before this discovery...
My Past
My name is Joshua Lowery, I was born on June 20th to Marissa Lowery. My mother received a letter a week after my birth it told of how when I was 15 to give me this letter, and to bring me to the address listed at the bottom. The letter told of Half Blood Hill. How my father was Triton, a Greek God. As I grew my mother told me that my father was talented, he wooed her easily with his skill. And I inherited his talent, so she says when I play guitar, I don't know what she means I just seem to be musically oriented. I like listening to music, and later on I began to play instruments myself. As I grew older, I had few odd events until I met Eun, damn that guy was cute. I never had feelings for a guy before I met him, but I got a big crush on him as we grew up together, living only a block apart we hung out everyday. When we I turned 15, he was a few months younger, I admitted how I felt for him. He smiled and said he felt the same way. We then started dating. In secret, I mean we were already always together, now we just were a little more private, I guess you could say. Anyway as the summer came and I turned 15, Mom gave me the letter. I opened it, and it all came out. My father was a god. My abilities truly did come from my father. I flew out to New York and I came to Camp Half Blood.
I learned, trained and prepared for monsters. As the summer went, Kyle appeared, a satyr I met at camp. He told me there were suspicions of another demigod nearby. So He kept and eye on me and watched for the other, later on, shortly after I returned for school, he confided in me that Eun was suspected, and that he spoke with his mother, yes he was. It seemed the fates meant for us to be together, at camp or outside. We went to the beach, with Kyle, he rarely left us alone now. When a Cyclops appeared in a car behind us. We crashed. I was knocked out, with a broken leg, and a concussion. I awoke in a hospital hours later, and Kyle told me what happened and that Eun was ok. He handed me my phone and Eun told me he was heading towards New York. I knew I had to follow soon.
The facts Joshua Lowery: He is currently 17 years old.
His was born on June 20th.
He is dating Eun. No one is aware of this fact as they are both closeted.
He loves Music, listening, playing, anything to do with it. He likes to read to and occasionally makes Eun do it.
He likes sitting outside, sunny days, going to the beach, swimming, dancing, playing guitar.
He hates rain, cold, jerks, bigots, studying Korean (but he does it anyway.)
He is afraid of Small spaces and death.
He is nicknamed Josh, or Joshy, or Jagiya (Honey) by Eun in private.
He has a celestial bronze knife, he keeps it tucked in a sheath around his ankle or wrist forearm while at camp.
The Curtain He is musically oriented, very athletic, and loves to work out. He can be a bit hotheaded though, especially when he or Eun is insulted. He enjoys listening to music, no matter what genre. He has talent and skill with his hands. When with Eun, he is quite romantic. He loves to cook and have fun. He is generally kind and helpful, and loves to have fun. He is very passionate with music and his love with Eun. The Team Family Mother: Marissa Lowery
Father: Triton His friends are: His crush is: The Gifts Powers The Adventure Time at Camp
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