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☠Full Name: Andy James Pryce, though I never go by it. Honestly I've never told a soul my real name
☠Nickname: Flinch or Flin, that's what I go by now
☠Gender: Male
☠Age: Eighteen
☠Race: Caucasian, of American decent
☠Orientation: Bi sexual but I am mostly into women. Takes the right man to make me reconsider
☠Personality: Well I'm a bit eccentric. I come off as very strange and spazzy but trust me I'm not that way all the time. I take my job seriously and I'm not afraid to punish you for disobeying me. I expect for orders to be followed no matter if it comes from myself or my partners. I also understand the need to relax and have fun. I do my best to be fair but not be pushed over. Might I add that I have a bit of a sense of humor despite popular belief. Also beware should I loose my glasses. Due to my....phobias....I get antsy to put it lightly. Most do not like me when I have succumbed to one of my phobias. For the most part though I am a pretty quiet individual. I like peaceful moments of being with these people who are my friends and brothers. I know how to have fun with them but for the most part I enjoy just listening to them tell me about their hopes and dreams. Every time I hear them speak about their lives with such passion I pray they will live to see those wonders they want so badly. I can be a very fierce individual when it comes to battle and well I get very into taking people down. Do not mistake it for being pure insanity though as I do believe in extending courtesy to fallen enemies. Beware my temper though. I take great delight in my enemy's fear and the horror that creeps into their eyes when they realize I just might be a tad bit insane.
☠Quote: "It is not death that a man should fear, but he should fear never beginning to live."
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☠Eyes: Golden Topaz
☠Hair Length: Short locks the color of drying blood, the longest pieces fall into my face. Mostly straight it tends to do it's own thing most of the time unless I decide to slick it back. No matter what I do though I can't seem to get all the pieces to stay back. It's kinda weird.
☠Height: 6'
☠Weight: 213 lbs, muscle not fat thank you
☠Marking(s): Oh how my body is a story of scars. From crazy adventures in my childhood, to battles and rowdy teenage antics. On my upper right arm is a couple inch long gash from me training with my weapons. I have a bite wound on my left calf from a crazed chimera I got on my first mission. On my left cheek is a horizontal thin scar that starts just about level with the middle of my eye and tries to run off the side of my head. Arrow grazed me...don't piss off Artemis ok? She's not always nice enough to let you walk away with a warning. There are several slash like ones dotting my torso from battle here and there over the years. Dozens of small sliver scars cross my palms from training, mess up and battles. On then there's this one I got when I was twelve, you see it just.....
☠Body Type: I am a lean mean fighting machine and I am not saying this to be facetious. As soon as I came to camp I took to the training fields like white on rice like my mother always said. Climbing walls, sword play, archery, swimming...hell if it was movement I was at it. I found myself some good sparing partners out there and with nothing to do but practice over the long months until the other campers came back in the summer. My body is a toned mass of solid muscle but I am also rather flexible. Got to train my body in all forms right? From wielding my long range weapons, to my close, to hand to hand I kept myself in top form. A lot of times I react without realizing it thanks to countless drills making my body memorize how to move. I can ground myself well, my mass alone making me hard to move. My body is lined with the easy to see muscle groups but I"m not bulky like some crazed Ares body builder. I like to think of myself as a nicely sculpted statue, smooth but strong. Just don't think I'm slow. I move fast and rather enjoy hunting down people who run from me.
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☠Mortal Relations: Jenie Pryce, mother, deceased
☠Divine Parent: Phobos, god of fear.
☠Friends: - Pho, I found him on my first quest, the one where I got bite by a chimera. A firece fighter he hasn't left my side since he came to my rescue back then and is more of a companion then a weapon but it isn't wise to mess with him. He is a war dog be careful should you anger him.
- Marcus, he's a crazy nutball but I love him
- Azrael, some days we be friends other days we're plotting the other's downfall
☠Enemies: (to be edited as talked to)
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☠Type of Weapon(s): Scythe, dual daggers
☠Weapon Name: Harvest, Curiosity and Kindness
☠Weapon Appearance: Harvest is a beast damn near as tall as me. It is made of Imperial Gold, and it's dormant form is a necklace with a small scythe charm on it. It is released by tugging the charm off and pulling on both sides of the charm. Curiosity is a celestial bronze dagger about six inches long that I keep on my right hip. Kindness is a bit of a surprise for most people. It's pure steel and used for my more mortal enemies in dire situations.
☠How it was received: Harvest was received as a present from my father. He claims that it once belonged to a great warrior long ago and I believe him on it. Curiosity was picked up out of the armory at camp while Kindness was bought in the mortal world the next year.
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☠ This is my story: oh boy where to begin? I was born in the mountains far away from most cities. For the longest time it was just my mother, me and the entire woods. She was an amazing woman despite the fact that she laughed at me a lot. I have always been a scared child. Everything scares me and I kid you not. Still she put up with me and helps me get through it all. Wonderful crazy woman. I swear she is scared of nothing. Something I wish I was. It's my belief it has to do with the dreams I have. No not dreams, nightmares. They are beyond my belief. Ever since I can remember they have plagued me. Bloody fields riddled with corpses in roman armor. Terrible monsters tearing into innocent people. Fighting....blood....death....fear. There were many night my mother cradled me to her chest as I shook my eyes wide with never ending fear. She was everything to me...apparently someone didn't like that. The night was quiet for a blizzard had just laid down several feet of snow. I was in her room that night for the wind had worked me up into a frenzy. It came so quietly we never heard it till it was too late. I'm still not certain what or who attacked us but I was loosing mom. Before she departed this world though she gave me the greatest thing I own. "They're magic." She told me when she put her glasses on to my head. "They are the reason why I fear nothing. As long as you have them you'll be like me, fearless." That's the last time I spoke to her. It wasn't long wandering around in the snow for someone to find me. I almost died in the cold out there but somehow I managed to survive to get to a safe house. The saytr who came to my aide explained everything to me and being the tender young age of eight, I believed him on everything. The trip to camp...oh boy what a thrill. I had never been to New York, let alone see the ocean hell even been in a car...all this made my trip to the camp very interesting. My mother was right the damn glasses had to be magic. I wasn't scared of a thing. Camp Halfblood was more then I could ever imagine. So many people! For a child used to no one but his mother it was a bit overwhelming.
I spent my life behind the safety of the camp's boarders. It was years before I got to go on my first quest let alone being claimed. Till it was all well worth it. I made several friends, went on crazy adventures and grew to be a young man I think my mother would be proud of. Recently though things have gone strange and wouldn't you know it the damn people in charge of this place did something that prevented me from going to figure it out? They made me part of some new council thing to run the camp with Chiron's help while the Gods do their mystery thing. I don't like it but I'll take the position with as much grace as I can muster. Just another chance to do my family proud. Still I want to be out there figuring out what's going on. If only I could leave this place now cause this adventure seems like a big one. Until we know what's going on though I shall remain here helping keep things as normal as possible for the other campers. Maybe a bit of extra training tossed in....just in case.
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☠Years at Camp: Ten, year rounder
☠Personal Skills:
- Long arms fighting, there are few who can best me when I have my scythe in my hands. That includes people with smaller weapons.
- Guitar, I'm actually very good at it.
- My innate abilities, I have trained with them a lot and have a very good grasp of them
- Endurance
- Thinking on the fly, I've always been quick to adjust a plan when new things come up
☠Weaknesses:
- Calming down when the blood lust is on
- Letting people get close to me
- Forgiving and forgetting
- Getting along with children of Ares, they just irk me like I see siblings acting most of the time
- Taking compliments, I get so flustered!
☠Likes:
- Fear, as crazy as that sounds. When it's instilled in other people I can't help but have a good time.
- Challenges, I enjoy going against people I never had or creatures I know I shouldn't be doing so. No way to get better right?
- Music, I'm a big fan don't tell but I do like to sing
- When I have my glasses, don't touch them!
- Catching glimpses of my father, sneaky stalkey b*****d
- Stories, I always have loved listening to the old myths and such since I was small. Still do.
☠Dislikes:
- When someone steals and hides my glasses, just not cool
- People who are all talk and no action, get in the game or go home
- Getting underestimated, it's insulting.
- Snow, too many memories
- Not getting to leave when I want to
- Meetings of any kind, they are too boring.
☠Fears:
- Pantophobia: Fear of everything, hence why I say don't touch my glasses. But that isn't entirely accurate. I have started to shed my many fears slowly and as time has moved I've found myself less scared and more confident in what I do.
☠Fatal Flaw: My loyalty, gods know it is. I am more then willing to hold the enemy lines and allow my allies a chance to escape then run with my tail between my legs. I stand by those I love and I cannot bring myself to betray them...no matter the coast.
☠Other Information: It isn't known to Flinch himself, or many others, but he is currently living his third life. He has made it to Elysium two times already. His only problem is that both times he wasn't cleansed of his old memories properly and still has flashes, or nightmares as he thinks of them, of his old lives.
☠Theme Song(s): Counting Bodies Like Sheep by A Perfect Circle
