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☠Full Name: Atieno Dante Knox
☠Nickname: Atie, Dante,
☠Gender: Male
☠Age: Fifteen
☠Race: Caucasian (Greco-Romanian)
☠Orientation: Straight I guess
☠Personality:
Well let's see if I can explain myself well enough for you to understand me completely cause half the time I don't understand myself. I'm not confident in much of anything that I like to share at least I like to keep to myself about things often grasping for silence instead of noise. But don't get me wrong I love being around people though I feel very awkward about it as normally I really just say all the wrong things. Then again no one is perfect I like being with a small group of people huge gatherings kind of make me want to hide behind someone just to feel like I'm not being looked at. Though I'm pretty sure that just makes people think I'm weird anyways thus I avoid big gatherings to try and keep my head on straight. When in smaller groups I let me be me the more calm playful side of me that has compassion and enough caring to make even the most anti-social person feel important. I have a knack of being sarcastic at the worst times but heck I think its just a reflex to being, well, me. I rarely lose my temper, which is why most don't think I feel such a feeling, but it is more I have a very good control over it. Well, okay, most of the time I have great control over it though there are times when that side of me takes control it is not a side I like to embrace often but I don't fear it. Under all that happiness and sunshine I have a harsher sider laced with cruel words and actions with a very cold directive in dealing with those who dare trifle with me. I am not the kind of man to let grudges go easily as my parents have found out quite often though I would have to say the one who has dealt with my annoyance more than most would be my younger siblings. Never is it horrible but I just don't let things go because they are small things the moment something I find annoying is triggered enough to cause a grudge to form it does not leave me easily. Most of the time I'm happy and go lucky but when my darker side is invoked it is a lot harder for me to go back to my normal personality as I said I don't let things go very easily.
☠Quote: Death is not the end, just another beginning
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☠Eyes: Midnight Black-Blue
☠Hair Length: Mousey Grey medium length hair that he can pull back into a stub of a ponytail at the base of his neck
☠Height: 5'9"
☠Weight: 150
☠Marking(s): Most of my scars are from the car accident I was in when I was eleven with my mother. I have a nasty scar on the left side of my collar bone it clearly shows what exactly happened there though that is my only truly nasty one. The rest are smaller and not as horrible though I have a lot of them but that is what happens when glass and metal are flying everywhere trying to kill you.
☠Body Type:
Here's the best way I can explain myself I'm thin, limber, and just starting to grow into any terms of muscle compared to most hand to hand fighters I am so not much of a contender. Weighing in at 150 with most being a mixture of fat and muscle I'm not much of a threat beside my height that is all I have going for me right now. Though because I'm thin I am pretty damn flexible and light on my feet while being able to keep my footing when I take a hit or dodge one. My muscle is just starting to show itself though my arms are rather thin they retain mostly muscle on them being able to give a pretty good hit to anyone if it came down to it. Despite my lanky, thin appearance everything is settled nicely meaning I'm proportioned to fit my fighting style with a pretty good reach range for both my legs and arms while not giving much room for a good hit on my vitals. I'll grow into my muscles though I probably will not grow anymore vertically my mother wasn't a tall woman and I've never met my real father so I have no idea if I'll be getting any more height from him.
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☠Mortal Relations:
- Mollie Knox, maternal mother
- Garrett Knox, Step-father
- Andrew Knox, younger half brother
- Ella Knox, younger half sister
☠Divine Parent:Hades
☠Friends: N/A
☠Enemies: N/A
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☠Type of Weapon(s): Gauntlet and Greaves set with mask
☠Weapon Name: Acanthophis
☠Weapon Appearance: Acanthophis is my primary weapon being that of a thin metal base that is coated in layers of scale like armoring that is thick. Acanthophis is a gauntlet and greaves set built in with a thin metal mask that like the rest of the set seems to resemble something more of that of a reptile more than actual armor though this set is far from normal. Acanthophis acts much like a living creature once attached to his user moving with him as if weightless though it really is not light in any means of the word though the metal is light in places it is heavily built and moves in defense of the arms and legs by shifting the scales of the armor upwards and become detachable as well as rather hard to remove once within the flesh. As it loses them they must be replaced over a period of time though they often stay attached to the base instead just ripping flesh that comes into contact with them. Though it only seems that Acanthophis works with his owner and will strike at anyone who is not welcome within his home such as anyone who is not of the earth. The mask like the other gauntlets and greaves pull back away from their owner by mental command though Atieno can be heard from behind the mask he prefers to pull it back if he wishes to have a polite conversation. The toes and fingers of his greaves and gauntlets are clawed with the greaves having a sixth claw on the heel. When not in use the gauntlets turn into bracelets while his greaves turn into his shoes and last but not least the mask turns in the choker he wears.
☠How it was received: Gift from his father, it is made of Stygian Iron (Spaz approved)
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☠ This is my story:
How does one start a story that no one wants to hear? There has never been anything special in my life besides the fact I can say I went to my parents wedding which was thrilling, I guess. I was two when I met my step father he seemed like a nice enough guy but hey I'm two any guy that makes mom happy would clearly make me happy in some manner or another. Life started out nice what can I say it was nice to finally have someone to look up to besides my crazy adrenaline junkie of a mother. My step-father brought me in to the fold without question and even when I became an older brother everything was fine then again the younger siblings didn't know we did not share our father in terms of bloodline. Then again it never seemed to matter so growing up I didn't care about who my real father was or anything in truth I saw my step-father as my father he had raised me enough to have full right to that claim. Though I must say we look nothing alike my mousey grey hair and midnight blue eyes compared to his brunette and green eye among other things but no one asked questions as far as I knew. Life was relatively easy until I found I had ADHD which just made everything more difficult in school then I started to act out but that was when I was getting near my teens. Trust me the moment I found out how nice the word no was and how easily it was to piss everyone off it was all way too much fun but the car accident changed that. Breaking my collar bone enough the bone ripped skin among other wounds I found things a lot less amusing because I had nearly hurt my mother more than I ever wanted to. I was eleven then not even close to my teens but starting to act out anyways not really sure why I did what I did but I understood that I shouldn't have done it. No lecture could've made me understand the pain, the near loss, nothing could have changed me for the better than that day. Two years later and more things just kept going wrong then again that was when we all found out why I was special in certain ways. Hey it's not easy finding out that your real father isn't even human it took me a bit to understand what that truly meant as well as the fact I needed to go away from my family to train to become able to defend myself. Not an easy pill to swallow I had never been a fighter Garrett taught me a few things to keep me from having to worry about people picking on me for how I seemed to be. Coming to camp was hard I was so nervous about everything I nearly tripped over thin air just seeing all the other demigods a lot of them seemed as if they truly knew what they were doing. I really just wanted to go home at the first moment I could but as the days went on I found that I was starting to enjoy camp, though I would always miss my family, I made a few people who were into hand to hand combat which seemed to be the only thing I could do. I jumped at nearly everything outside of a sparring match may it be nothing or something I was no fighter even more so when I first got my weapon. It was weird believe me I was like what am I supposed to do with this? But I've been working with these things and slowly I'm getting a hang of them though I'm not really okay with the whole idea of being a demigod claimed or not. As much as I enjoy going to camp and spending time there I do enjoy coming home instead of being a year around camper.
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☠Years at Camp: Two
☠Personal Skills:
- Hand to hand fighting, his step-father taught him the basics being at camp finished it.
- Great sense of direction, even spinning and blindfolding him doesn't help lose him
- Rock Hound, loves finding all sorts of rocks both valuable and non
- Believe it or not he plays the violin very well and sings though mostly to either tune or accompany the chords he plays
☠Weaknesses:
- Toasters, those blasted things that either give him warm bread or charcoal
- His family, he'd do anything for them whether they are completely blood related or not
- Long range combat, he couldn't hit the broad side of Mt Olympus if he was standing right next to it
☠Likes:
- Silence, he can rarely get it at home so when he can get it heck yes!
- Pure Gems and Metals, they are good mixed but he likes them pure
- Nighttime, it is just so peaceful in the dark
- Music, mostly classical though the natural music isn't so bad nor is some of the artists that play nowadays
☠Dislikes:
- Jump-scares, hate 'em, hate 'em, just flat out hate 'em
- When people shy away from me, it's not like I have a disease or anything
- Blind faith, can't believe without something solid
☠Fears:
- Sudden loud noises, mostly if they are near his head
- Never smiling again, don't ask
☠Fatal Flaw:
Grudge holding, he give elephants a run for their money
☠Other Information: Summer only camper
☠Theme Song(s):
- In the End by Black Veil Brides
- Bones by Young Guns
