Awesome! I think I'll just stick with two for now.Name
: Zoey CraneAppearance
: Zoey has long, curly red hair, and bright green eyes. She's around the average height for her age, quite thin, but extremely disproportioned; with large feet, and long arms and legs.Age
nbsp; Her dad (a mortal) is really poor, but he's a genius. When she was little, she was sent to a government school in her suburb, and was constantly bullied and teased. When she was almost twelve years old, her principal turned into an empousai and tried to eat her. Her friend took her to Camp Half-Blood, and she's been there ever since.
She's never met her mum.Personality
: Zoey is kindhearted, and carefree, but can hold a grudge and be cruel to people she doesn't like.Weapon
: Zoey isn't very good at the whole weapons thing, but she prefers a knife, cause it's lighter than a sword, and easy to manage.Fatal Flaw:
PrideGod/ Goddess parent:
Not being very good with weapons, she stays off to the sidelines, but still manages to get her team to win. Not much of a power, but still.Other
: Dyslexic, ADHD.Claimed?
: Yes. Zoey was claimed on her first day at Camp HB.Namenbsp;
Walt is tall, with straight brown hair, and brown eyes. He's pretty muscular, and good with his hands.Age:
His mum left him to an orphanage when he was born, right after his dad left. Monsters found him by the time he turned 13.Personality
: Fun, sarcastic, but an introvert.Weapon
nbsp; A warhammer. (Big axe. Smash brain.)Fatal Flaw
nbsp; Trust. Being quite antisocial, he wants friends, but has none. As soon as he sees an opportunity to make a friend he seizes it, but sometimes too soon. He trusts people too much.God/ Goddess parent:
: That fire thing that some Hephaestus kids get. Immune to fire, or whatever, xDOther
: Dyslexic, ADHDClaimed
'When I was a young girl, my father took me into the city to see a marching band. He said, "Girl, when you grow up, would you be the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned? Because one day, I'll leave you. A phantom, to lead you in the summer, to join The Black Parade.'
Killjoys, make some noise.