[WITHDRAWN]

Human Name: Lee Elexander
Human's Age: 24

God's History: Info of Hepheastus

Human's Biography: Lee was a collage graduate in the city of Brooklyn. He had taken four years of his life in order to become an engineer and provide his for his aging parents. Lee was born into a middle class family, his father was a mechanic in a large motor sport company, and his mother was a chef at a fairly prominent restaurant. As he grew up, his father would often bring his to work, try to show him some the inner workings of the cars that he worked on. Despite this, cars and cooking was never interesting to Lee.

Before he knew it he had graduated high school. At this point, he did not know what to do with his life. He had occasionally taken the time to work with his father at the shop. Unfortunately, his dislike for the job, and his parents constant nagging to join them caused him to leave home in search of a job of some sort. Most of the time he slept on a bench, despite that fact he could actually go home anytime he wanted.

Eventually his father found him and sat him down. He told him that he may never find something that he could do that could do that would be for him if he lived his life roaming the streets. With his parents help, he was able to pay for college, before he knew it he was majoring in Design Engineering. After 4 years of schooling, he had been given a job offer in his hometown. He had gone to bed the night before hoping to wake up the next day for the interview, unfortunately, he did not wake up.

BRADLEY CLARKE - ARES, GOD OF WAR

God Name: Ares

Human Name: Bradley Clarke
Human's Age: 21

God's History: Link. Ares was the child of Hera and Zeus, born of an immaculate conception.

Human's Biography:

Bradley was born in London, England. His father was drunken, hateful and abusive - his mother dejected, depressed, but occasionally loving. Both of his parents worked low-paying jobs, which not only meant that Bradley was left to live in a low-end flat in one of the rough areas of London, but that he was also left to his own devices, mostly neglected from his parents. When they were not working they were usually too tired to look after him, or, in Bradley's father's case, unmoved by Bradley's yearning for attention and more concerned with drinking away his worries and watching the television. Most of Bradley's infant years were spent in the care of his grandmother, but when she passed away he was, for the most part, alone.

As a child, Bradley was quiet and antisocial. He spent most of his time alone and made a concious effort to avoid the dangerous streets - not only because his mother warned him of their perils, but also because he would surely receive a beating from his father if he was caught somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. He was an intelligent young lad, but he had a lack of confidence. But he lived in a world of violence and danger, so he could not afford to have this attitude - not for long. As he grew closer to his teens his life began to change, and he began to fall in with what his mother would call "the wrong crowd."

His early and mid teens revolved greatly around Bradley leeching around the streets with his friends. They were typical in their nature, considering the area that they came from. They dabbled in crime and violence, two things that Bradley was very hesitant to involve himself in. But peer pressure got to him, and he did both quite regularly over the course of a few years. This violence gave Bradley the confidence that he required to survive - he could finally stand up to his father and protect his mother, who he desperately needed to protect, recently discovering that she had contracted cancer. When Bradley was 15, however, things were put in to perspective. Someone had started a fistfight with his best friend, who Bradley had jumped in to protect, which had resulted in Bradley being stabbed in the chest twice.

Bradley survived thanks to an old woman who witnessed the fight calling an ambulance almost immediately. His mother found out, and he was scolded endlessly, despite almost having his life taken from him. He promised his mother that he would change, become a better person. He stuck to his word, too, as he knew his mother did not have long to live and he would do everything in his power to improve himself. He had always been a "good" person deep down, or at least he said he was. He respected women, loved children, and believed that violence was seldom ever necessary. It was his frail young mind that had been easily penetrated by the jeers of his school friends, which had in turn tempted him over to a life of crime.

He instantly set to work catching up what he had missed in school, truly focusing and, eventually, getting very good grades. He was still the same person he was as a small boy - but now, he had courage and confidence. His mother passed away when Bradley was 18 - luckily, an age that he could move out of home. He had a job running by this point, so he wouldn't have to live alone with his father. He moved out and applied for university, which he was soon accepted in to. This was a huge achievement for him, and he knew that it would bring pride to his mother as it was rare for anyone in their neighbourhood to reach tertiary education.

He still boxed every day in the gym, hitting away at the punch-bag endlessly. He had a lot of pent up aggression and unreleased stress. He had taught himself to control it. That to be a good person, he had to keep his emotions in check. So on the outside, Bradley would seem like a very normal, kind, confident young man, but in truth, deep-down, he was damaged - damaged by his childhood years of watching his mother getting hit by his father, or Bradley taking a hit as well. He was not normal, and unfortunately, due to how he was raised, he never could be. There was a trigger, somewhere, that would set something primal off inside of him. He was just glad that nobody had set it off yet.

It was a typical day when it happened. He went to the gym that he and his friends used - it was due to close down in a weeks time, so he was making the use of it. When he was finished, he retired to the changing rooms, sat down on a bench and towelled the sweat from his forehead. Then the lights went out. One minute passed. The lights returned. He was frozen in place - sat on that bench, as motionless as the dead, leaning forward with his chin resting on his fist. After finding him there, the owners of the gym kept it open a little while longer, but were soon forced to close it. So he was left there, frozen, in an abandoned gym. His father never visited, he was probably off having sex with some prostitute or drinking himself to an early grave. His mother was dead. He was alone.

Now he's waking up.

Goddess Name:
Athena

Human Name:
Annabella Carlyle

Human's Age:
19

God's History:
Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and Athene

Human's Biography:
Annabella was born in New York City, New York. Her father was an ex-marine and now worked as a gym teacher for the local high school. Her mother was a secretary to one of the highest, most prestigious fashion designers in the business. Because her mother was the designer’s favorite, Annabella, or Anna as she liked better, lived a higher class life. She and her parents had an apartment in Manhattan. But, her mother, being so busy, was hardly ever home, forcing Anna to be raised mostly by her father, who, being an ex-marine, began to use Anna as his own plaything in the sense to relive his army days.

Anna spent most of her childhood hiding from her father at playgrounds or at friends’ houses. She was very fearful of him because she was afraid that he was going to go too far and hurt her. She was very quiet during school and would not talk to anyone except a young boy in the class who couldn’t speak because he was mute. They became very dear friends and began to hang out more and more. Whenever her father was in one of his “moods”, Annabella would always disappear to this friend’s house to hide away. They would play games, but this young boy knew to avoid playing army games because the more Annabella’s father drove her toward it, the more Annabella drew away from fighting and the army.

Everything began to change once Annabella reached high school. She was one of the prettiest girls in her class, though she never felt like it because her father still treated her as if she were a boy, forcing her to do all of these army type things though she was majorly against fighting and war at this point. She wasn't the brightest person in her class and worked hard to try to keep a 3.6 GPA, until her father pushed her too far one day and she stormed out of the house, stating that she was going to find an apartment in the city and live as far away from him as possible. She was only sixteen at the time and in order to actually keep an apartment, one must work. So, Annabella held two jobs, both of them waitressing jobs at two different diners in the city. One she worked directly after school and the other she worked at night. She didn’t care though; she just wanted to be away from her family. Her grades began slipping as she began losing sleep and time to do homework. She did manage to pass all of her classes though and graduated with a 2.75 GPA and was somehow accepted into RIT, one of the best engineering schools in the States by getting lucky on both her SATs and her ACT scores.

She began going to school almost immediately, taking out a huge amount of student loans to cover all of the money that any scholarship gotten didn’t cover. As soon as she entered college, though, she felt more alone than ever. Her mute friend moved to go to school in the West and since she was such a quiet, shy girl, she didn’t exactly have the courage to meet people. She was alone in her apartment, working on homework, the day the lights went out. They were only out for a brief amount of time, but it was enough. At that moment, anyone who would cross into the apartment would know how truly alone she was for no one came to visit her. No one even cared.

But she is alone no more.

God's History:

Aphrodite
Aphrodite II

There are two main myths as to how Aphrodite came to be - in this case, I'm going to use the one where she springs up from the ocean from Uranus's genitals a grown woman (yes, ha ha, I know).

As for Aphrodite's personality, although she was the most beautiful, she was described as weak, frightful and vain - three things I attempted to counter in Eleanor.

Human's Biography:

A rosy cheeked, milky eyed girl with copper curls was born to a homeless Irish immigrant in a sterile clinic in the middle of London and left in a dank alleyway not two weeks later. An elderly beggar found the babe hours later, delighted at his luck of finding a bundle of fresh blankets simply lying beside a dumpster - until the bundle cooed, that is, and a chubby fist waved in the air. Remembering his own pauper childhood, he determined that he would take the child in and raise her as his own. With trembling hands he pushed a checkered blanket away from the babe's face, saw the delighted look upon her face, and decided upon naming her Eleanor, for his late wife's name had been Eleanor and she too was a lion among sheep with cloudy eyes.

And so after that no one saw the old man without first a bundle in his arms, then a chubby copper haired toddler tugging on his hand. The little girl grew to love the old man like a grandfather and he loved her like a grandchild, taught her to navigate the alleyways of London, tiny hand pressed against cold bricks as she memorized twists and turns and cramped spaces not even the police knew existed.

Yet it wasn't Eleanor's skills in navigating London with the touch of a hand and footwork that made her special but her fearlessness in doing so. Just as the old man predicted, his adopted sire had grown into a lionhearted girl unafraid of making a wrong turn, ending up in the wrong part of the city, for it was all she had ever known; the smell of sewers and cigarettes comforted her. Where the vilest of London lived she called home. The most repugnant scents welcomed her - the strong smell of whiskey and shoe shiner means that old man Jenkins is working again, the aroma of rotten fish had her breathing in deeply, for that meant that her favourite market stall was again throwing out scraps, and her old man loved fish.

Where others blossomed in the opulence of the more expensive districts of London, Eleanor was a street rat with an adoration for that which others called repellent.She thrived on the streets, but her old man did not. Where her freckled cheeks stayed rosy and her body plump and glowing even under the harshest of conditions, his frail bones continued to deterioriate until it was not he leading the little blind girl around anymore, but the homely blind woman leading around her saviour. Though a clumsy thief, she stole for him - wallets from men that stopped to admire her beauty that she did not care for, bottles of medicines from pharmacies - even though more often than not she knew not what medicine she was stealing for they were all in similarly shaped bottles, and she gave him something he had no use for.

It was during one such excursion, Eleanor palming a bottle in her hands in an abandoned alleyway, breathing heavily from sprinting away, that a darkness enveloped the world. But she, so used pure blackness, was not bothered... not until she heard screams of fright, of "Where has the sun gone? What has happened?" and she was frozen, a bottle of birth control clutched between her fingertips and she could've swore she heard the chirping of doves before no more.

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God Name: Dionysus

Human Name: Mark Julius Thant, Jules or Mark as his friends call him

Human's Age: 20

God's History: Dionysus! Dionysus is the son of Zeus and Persephone

Human's Biography: Mark was born into poverty in the city of Nashville, Tennessee. His mother was a common hooker and his father, a worthless scum bag who payed extra to knock up a sixteen year old. Mark was a product of what is considered common place in a world where parties meant getting drunk and getting laid. His whole world was imperfect in his own eyes. He watched every day as his mother came home at night with maybe fifty bucks in hand, her makeup smeared, and obvious signs that work had 'gone well'.

All of this, in Mark's eyes, was the cause of many of his troubles. His mother would often date the wrong men and, when the relationship fell through, would turn to drinking heavily at parties where she sold herself out to any person willing. On those nights, Mark wouldn't even come home. He would spend his night with the only person he felt he could trust, Pastor Julian Oppeninger. The Pastor understood Mark's plight for he had grown up in a similar situation on the streets of Los Angeles. The Pastor would comfort Mark with his guitar as they sat together in the Church.

Mark never excelled in School and was often considered awkward by everybody else in the school. He would not leave his home and go party with them nor would he even consider touching a drop of alcohol when offered a flask. As such, Mark was often bullied by the other kids for being a square, nerd, queer, and basically every other word in a dictionary, though he often doubted that they would even know what that was. The only thing Mark was every good at doing was playing the guitar as he often learned from watching the Pastor play. At sixteen, Mark recived a guitar from Julian as a birthday present. That same day, his Mother disappeared form his life forever. Her pimp had been running low on cash to pay off his debts so he decided to sell off his 'weakest link' to whoever wanted her.

Mark never saw his Mother after that day but he never went to the cops. If he did, they would have just laughed him off like they do to basically everybody else who reports a missing person who lives a life like she did. Mark couldn't pay rent so he took to playing his guitar on the street. He would earn a few bucks a day if he was lucky and would often sleep at the Church. At eighteen, Mark met a band who was looking for a guitarist while he was playing on the street. That day, Mark signed on with the band called Knights of Destitution. They were a small band but he made a nice hundred bucks every couple of months as they played venues all through out Tennessee. The night before the Dark Day, the Knights had been signed to be an opener for a big country band. Mark hadn't even slept that night as he was so excited. He was sitting with his guitar in hand as he played a song of his own making when the lights went black.

The last thing he remembered was thinking of his Mother and how proud she must have been of him at that moment.

"I can already feel the blue waves nipping at my sides, waiting to pull me under a deep dark hole..."

God Name: Poseidon

Human Name: Iris Castus
Human's Age: 25

God's History: Link. Son of Cronus and Rhea.

Human's Biography:

Iris Castus was born in South Bronx, New York. Her mother died from a drug overdose when she was eleven and her father was in jail. She was juggled around foster homes for a few years, with all of her short-spanned stays ending in silent tears and bitter scars. Luckily, a childhood friend of her mothers found out that her best friend's daughter needed a home. The child-care workers gladly handed Iris over to the tattoo artist without protest. They were understaffed and had a small budget - they couldn't afford to help every single orphan out there.

Thus began Iris's humble but color-filled childhood at Long Island. It was almost like a fairy tale, so surreal and magical. With proper care and love, her past wounds soon faded into bad memories. Iris then discovered her passion for art, specifically tattoos. She spent most of her day assisting the woman who had saved her life and her nights doodling underneath the covers with a flashlight. Eventually, she had to go to school to receive an education. She didn't particularly enjoy school, but she went for the sake of her Mum.

Nevertheless, school shaped Iris into who she is today. Although she wore her heart on her sleeve and had quite a vicious temper, people liked her. As Iris's mum would said, "Iris is like a pit bull. She looks scary and her bark might be loud, but she's all cuddly and gooey inside." She dyed her dark brown hair into a pink bubblegum color and got a tattoo done on her left arm. Life was good, and like how all fairy tales began, she would find her one true love, Rick Williams.

At first, Iris and Rick did not get along well with each other. Rick was typically calm and in control while Iris displayed a variety emotions one after another. Eventually, the two grew to completely trust and care for each other. After high-school, Iris and Rick made plans to marry and move to Hawaii since Rick wanted to be a professional surfer. Iris didn't care for swimming (She can't swim!), but she agreed because she wanted to live with Rick until they were old and wrinkly.

Then the world she had so carefully built and protected came shattering down on her. Iris, Rick, and their families and friends went to a a beach. Iris, wanting to prove that she could in fact swim, waded into the ocean knee-deep. What she didn't know she had waded into a rip-tide. The current swept her away and she found herself swallowed up by the ocean. The last thing she saw was Rick diving in after her and the last thing she felt was a large familiar hand grabbing hers before slipping away. When she awoke, Rick was gone and she was being dragged towards the beach by Rick's brother.

Rick's body was found two weeks later. Iris became withdrawn and depressed. After the funeral, she went back to the beach where the accident had occured and cried herself to sleep on the sand, only to never wake again. After a few days passed, her mother found her there, frozen and untouchable. Since then Iris has been some sort of a tourist attraction - "The Mourning Woman".

Her fairy tale was too good to be true.

CHARACTER SHEET

Appearance:
Hades:
Nathaniel:

God: Hades

Human Name: Nathaniel Leyva
Human's Age: 20

God's History: Camp Half Blood wiki since it does the best job of outlining Hades' abilities and personality traits.

Human's Biography: Before he went into a coma, Nathan was a thief. Not anything major, just stealing from houses while people were on vacation and the like. He was always willing to break the law and had trouble following it. This had gotten him in trouble with the cops on many occasions. He had never done anything serious, mostly just petty theft. He was always very straightforward and lacked any cunning whatsoever. That's not to say he was dumb, just not good at thinking outside the box and not too good at misleading people. He did, however keep a garden at his house because he always enjoyed bringing things into the world. He never holds a grudge, but is sometimes a jerk to the people around him. As a result, he had never had many friends, but not many enemies either. Nathan was fine with this. He didn't mind being alone. People were jerks anyway. Before he went into a coma, Nathan was going to his house to check on his plants. One of his neighbors saw him lying in the middle of the road and called 911.