Oh, I meant Hades as in the place. I'll change that.

Alright that is awesome, I will start working on a CS now.

Name: Tony Hart

Gender: male

Age: 17

Height: 6'4"

Weight: 165

Appearance:

Head: Blond hair and pale green eyes. He is actually quite muscular, because he trains a lot. He has a scar on his chin.

Torso: Tony has a solid six-pack, but a relatively slim waist.

Arms: muscles hide there, ready to spring into action at any moment. His workouts have made the muscles in his biceps and triceps relatively large, more solid than anything.

Legs: Tony has long legs, that aren't very muscular. The muscles there are wiry, but taut.

Personality: Tony is a quiet young male, at least his natural voice is anyways. He is social, but rarely raises his voice. Hart is level-headed, relaxed, and confident. He acts like he doesn't have a care in the world. Because of his confident and calm attitude, Tony is a natural leader. The funny part is that Tony doesn't take orders very well, which is why he likes being a leader. Hart loves to have a good time, and is actually quite the flirt. He calls himself a "magician with words," and claims that he can woo a girl with ease if he can talk to her. Hart is persuasive and witty. The day Tony can't outsmart or outwit someone is the day hell freezes over.

History: TBR if that is okay. I can write it up if you need me to, but I like to keep it a surprise.

Godly parent: Perses, Titan of Destruction and War.

Signature Weapon: Double Bladed Spear. It can split into two, one-bladed weapons. Magically transforms into a watch on his left wrist.

Name: Michael Crowsoft
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs
Appearance: Handsome, but not overly so, with a nice full body tan. Soft Golden hair, slicked back and about an inch off the shoulders, with a widow's peak. Pale blue eyes, pale almost to the point of not having color at all. No scars, and only one tattoo, which is of a black compass arrow on his left inner wrist pointing towards the hand, and in the center of it is a golden sun.
Torso: Slightly above average in size, due to the upper body strength necessary to consistently draw and fire a bow. Very little body fat, with a slightly defined six-pack.
Arms: Very well defined biceps and triceps, also due to consistently drawing and firing a bow.
Legs: Not too well defined, but there are obvious muscles. You don't need very many leg muscles for archery.
Personality: Not shy at all. Has no problems walking around half-naked, showering in the gym locker room, or things like that. Very open minded and open mouthed, liking to speak his mind, though he does have tact. Quite intelligent, and very much of a people-person. He can be cocky at times, but that's not an overbearing trait. He has a slight case of claustrophobia, due to his history. He likes long walks anywhere, and with anyone who's good company. He doesn't smoke or do drugs, and thinks alcohol is a weakness.
History: Michael was born to a well-to-do single mother named Grace. Grace managed a branch of World Bank in New York City. This afforded Michael with anything that he really wanted, within reason. No, he couldn't go out and buy a jet, but he could get a private screening of a movie if he really wanted to. With wealth comes privilege, and with privilege can come education. Grace put her child in the Ross School, which is a private school in East Hampton, NY.
Early in his schooling, Michael picked up archery, which is offered at the Ross School. He took to archery like a fish to water. He, of course, had no clue as to who his father actually was.....err....is. Anyways, Michael, from the ages of 10-13, took All-State championships in Archery for his age categories. With his Private School education opportunities, he didn't lack in his thirst for knowledge, either, easily making strait A's. At this point in his life, you could say that he was a 'Smart Jock'.
When he was 13, about a month after making All-State for his 4th year, he was with his mother going on a camping trip just outside of New York when they were rounding a bend in their Baby-Blue Prius, and WHAM, got hit by a drunk-driver in a Hummer. The drunk-driver didn't stop, didn't notice, or something, but he just kept going. Grace was pretty badly hurt, having a crushed pelvis and her legs pinned underneath the steering wheel. Michael was banged up, but nothing permanent, BUT, he was stuck, pinned in the passenger seat under the glove compartment. The car had rolled down the hill and lay on it's roof, all the doors crushed to the point of not being able to open and the roof caved in, pinning both occupants where they were.
For what seemed like an eternity to Michael was only a few hours as his mother lay unconscious from her injuries. He screamed and screamed for help, but nobody heard him. After those few hours, his mother woke up, coughing up blood. She knew she was dying, and so did Michael, but he didn't want to admit it. So, in her last few moments of clarity, she told him about his father. She told him that she had met him in the hospital when she went in for an appendectomy. He had called her after the surgery to see how she was doing and they just hit it off. They dated a few times, she fell in love, and then he was just gone. Nobody from the hospital knew who she was talking about, and didn't have any records of her surgery. It was as if those few weeks never existed. When Michael was born, and she got home with him, there was a FedEx package with some stamped wings on the side and addressed to Michael. There was a letter on top addressed to her, and it gave her instructions to put the unopened box in a safety deposit box and leave it for her son for when he's old enough.
Throughout the story, Michael kept sobbing, but listened, because he knew these were the last moments of his mother's life. He even recorded her voice as a ringtone on his phone. Eventually and peacefully, Grace passed from this life onto the next. After what seemed like years, and actually being another 18 hours, Michael heard a couple twigs break. He started screaming again, and finally help came in the form of a hunter. The hunter got the emergency personnel and Michael finally got to the hospital. There, he stayed for a couple of days due to exposure. Traumatized as he was in the cramped space underneath the dashboard for 23 hours, Michael developed a fear of enclosed spaces.
A man named Lester, claiming to be Grace's brother, came to get him out of the hospital. Michael knew nothing of an uncle. Lester convinced him that he was family, and that he needed to arrange getting Michael to his cabin in the woods. Lester got him packed, got to the bank to get the box, and then left for the countryside. Eventually, in seemingly the middle of nowhere, they started trekking into the woods. Lester then passed into Camp Half-Blood, taking Michael with him. Before Michael could run away, Lester explained that he was one of the guardians and that he was instructed to bring him here. Michael finally opened his eyes and saw the truth before him. He saw a chance to start over. Inside the box was a modern day compound bow, similar in looks to the one in Blade 3, very high tech. It has been enchanted to not be visible to sight nor to technology when it's strung over his shoulder. Whenever he draws the bow back, a golden arrow appears, and the arrows disappear after an hour.
Over the last three years, Michael has resided in Apollo's cabin. He has taken up duties in the hospital there, learning how to set bones, repair dislocated limbs, and such. Last year, he developed a talent for healing others of their ailments. Through concentration and a touch along the wound, he has learned how to heal others. He has yet to learn how to heal himself, though. Being the son of the God of Education, he has also educated himself on a few languages from the books lying around the Camp. Other than English, he can both Speak and Read Greek, Ancient Greek, and Latin. A few months ago, he has turned 16. Let's see where the rest of his life will take him.
Godly Parent: Apollo, God of Music, Prophecy, Education, Healing & Disease
Signature Weapon: Mechanical Compound Bow, similar to the one in Blade 3

Bweoti: accepted love the bow
DaDrummer676: accepted, I don't mind about the history aslong as you havn't done a mass geniside in the past i don't mind,

Name: Nicholas Richards

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Height: 6'2

Weight: 145lbs

Appearance:

Personality: He's mean and practical towards most of the people around him. He learned to live by his own two simple rules: 1. Dont get attached. 2. You're on your own. Though despite his rather detached and reserved nature, all his life he's been working hard to fit in. Deep down that strong facade is a soft heart that longs for a place where he truly belongs.

History: It wasnt easy growing up to be him. For as far as he can remember, they were moving from places to places more often as not. He didnt get a chance of having a permanent life. It was always him and his father. No friends and relatives. His father who barely talks about anything, who would drag him down the road for no good reason, who will gladly take away everything he's ever known in his life, and pretends he cares about him more than anything, or at least thats what Nicholas thought before the monsters began to appear.

He was 10, they were on the road like they always have. His dad was tensed and distracted, he would look out to his window and his rear view mirror like he's expecting someone's there on a pursuit. He does this always, and Nicholas hates it. His father would mumble words under his breathe once in awhile, words he cannot understand at the time. Nicholas started to yell, it pisses him off, he pisses him off. His father told him to calm down, but Nicholas wouldnt. And then it hit them. Like literally something huge and solid smashed their vehicle towards the driver's side. The impact was so powerful it sent the car flying several feet off the ground, landing in a horrible crash towards the wheat field across the other side of the road. Metal groaned, and glass spraying everywhere as the car tumbled down and finally stopped. And then there's blood. His father breathing heavily beside him. Nicholas began to panic when he saw that his father's been stabbed by a metal rim in his stomach and was losing lots of blood. He was scared. He's never been this scared in his life before.

"Listen to me, Nicholas." His father told him urgently, he gritted his teeth. It appears that even speaking gives him so much pain. "They're coming for you..." His father coughed some blood, "They... they always... have. That's why we move often. To avoid them." Weakly, he pointed towards the cd drawer under him, Nicholas opened it, and there he saw a dusty old book bound in black leather. There's no title.

"It's for you." He said coughing more blood, "She told me to give it to you. But I was scared. I thought I could protect you. I dont have much time. But this will explain everything." He said weakly, and then he looked at him in the eye, "I'm sorry, son. I really am." He paused, "I love you, Nicholas..." But before he could say more he was cut by a horrible metallic roaring sound that drowned everything, and so loud he can feel his very own flesh vibrate. His insides churned and turned cold.

His last memory of that moment was this white light descending from above and then engulfing everything. It was so bright he couldnt look at it directly. And then, the next thing he knew, he wakes up at Camp Half-Blood. Chiron explained everything to him. But it took him awhile to believe him. And when he finally did, he decided he's got to do something with his life, for his father and his sacrifice.

Godly parent: Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft, and necromancy.

Signature Weapon: A long staff made out of Celestial Bronze that retracts itself into a gold paper clip pin.

TheGreatBaggi: great character,accepted, really like the history

I promise he hasn't killed anyone XD well he has killed monsters obviously, but that's it. I just realized something really weird. Tony is Hecate' half-brother, so that means Nicholas is his half-nephew........

Yes, that made sense. But the relationship of their god-parents usually does not count to Demigods. Like any of Zeus's children is technically half-siblings to most god-parents in camp, and so that makes the rest of Hephaestus', Athena's, Apollo's, Dionysus' kids their nephews and nieces. That goes the same to Chiron, since he's Kronos's son, and half-sibling to Zeus, that makes them his half-grandkids. lol Its really complicated.

*above* agreed although in the books sometimes campmates would refer to some gods as cousin/Neice

And some gods refers to them cousins just for the fun of teasing them.

Haha true, I just had to point it out. XD

I'll be doing the first Ic post soon

I'm thinking about joining. Are you still accepting?

Alright cool Philp, do you have any plots in mind. Roleplays that are free roam don't normally work out sowell. Especially if there are only a couple of players.

Deleted for my own mistake :P

Exciting. I'm looking forward to this.

Far too excited.
-waits outside philip123's house for first IC post-

I will be accepting the next three players who ask any after I'm afraid I must decline, to answer your question us I'm still accepting.

I see there is A lot of hype for this so I will put up the first post ASAP

I have a basic plot but it will mostly be free roaming and then events. There will be quests which will be mainly plot based and will test characters strengths and weaknesses. Btw I will rp for monsters or I might create a spare account to do it but for now I will

Then may I ask for a position~?


Name: Iria ("rainbow') Hester ("star")

Gender: female

Age: 18

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 140lb

Appearance:


She has dark brown hair and large eyes that always seem to change color. Iria isn’t very muscular and seems to be more soft and curvy, than like most, lean and athletic children of the Gods. She enjoys pastel colored clothing and flower prints and jewelry about stars.

Personality: Named Iria, or “rainbow”, for her mother, and given the last name of Hester, or “star” she is someone who always seems to be smiling or laughing about something. She is rather cheerful, even though most people think she shouldn’t be. In fact she seems to not be very good at being a heroic type. She isn’t demi-god strong or fast. And she certainly isn’t very good at fighting, but when it comes to healing and helping others she is rather talented. Iria often helps younger kids deal with bullies in rather creative ways and she is the one to go to if you need to sweet talk a Harpy or get into the Underworld. Even though she didn’t inherit her mother’s talent for shapeshifting, she does seem to have an unpredictable talent over rainbow light. From glowing in a soft multitude of colors to playing with tiny rainbows and even manipulating already made rainbows, it seems to be the only real power she has as a Demi-God. Well besides her unusual knack for knowing how to create cures from plants off the top of her head. Being bad at being a Demi-God should sort of put anyone in an odd spot, but Iria doesn’t mind. It merely means she can only get better, in her opinion at least.

History: As a half-blood, Iria’s case is a bit unusual. In fact she was only recently taken to Camp Half-Blood. Iria was able to live more normally than most half-blood due to the fact her father had her meditate to suppress her, er... ‘rainbow glow’. Being under too much stress often made Iria glow just a bit. Fortunately it was only when she had nightmare that it got out of control.

Until recently though. Once she turned eighteen her abnormality started getting a bit unpredictable. Sometimes when she got excited she make rainbows swirl around the ceiling. And sometimes when she got mad she’d glow as bright a star at night. Unable to cope with the sudden changes, Iria was sent to Camp Half-Blood, guided by two of her aunts, with permission from Hades. And by aunts...well...everyone seemed a bit surprised to see a pair of Harpies dropping of a cheerful young adult at the gate.

And even though Iria isn’t very good at being a Demi-God (often times monsters don’t even realize she is one, which can be a tiny bit insulting) her godly family seems to enjoy having her around. The younger, yet stronger, Demi-Gods seem to naturally enjoy her being around too.

Godly parent: Iris, Goddess of Rainbow, shapeshifter serving goddess
She was one of the few Olympians who was able to travel to the underworld. The cruel and fearsome Harpies were her sisters.

Signature Weapon: Two razor sharp fans engraved with iris flowers