Name: Astrid Bones
Age:19
Godly Parent: Zeus
Years at Camp: 5
Ability: limited flight, summoning lightning, charging her body like a battery to release electricity when needed
Skills: fighting with a variety of weapons, pissing people off, taking control, being a leader
Weapon of Choice: [Thunder](http://www.swordhistory.info/wp-content/uploads/xiphos-greek-sword.jpg)
Appearance:
Astrid is pretty tall for being a girl, about 5'9". Her body is thin, though not lacking muscle. From afar it is easy to assume that she is weak, though she would kill you if you told that to her face. Half of Astrid's blonde-brunette colored hair is shaved. Often times she braids a strand of hair as a separator between the shaved and non-shaved part of her hair. Besides the normal piercings she has a small golden ring going through the top of her left ear. Her eyebrows are dark, lacing her blue eyes that vary depending on the weather and her mood.
Personality: Astrid seems like a very distant and cold person. Around people she seems to snap quickly, ready to jump on anything that they say. She is always expecting someone to be attacking her, causing her to constantly become stressed around people. Despite seeming to be permanently angry with people Astrid is a born leader. Maybe it came from her heritage, but when she steps up to take control people seem to follow. That is when she hasn't created discomfort between the two of them.
Brief History: Astrid grew up in a dump of a place with her step-father and step-sister Cleo. Sometime before she could remember, her mother had left their family and stuck them with her husband. Cleo was the light of her world, and the only reason she even returned home every day. As for her step-father, he was a drunk and very abusive while under the influence. More than once Astrid was force to go to school with a black eye or a bruise on her arm. The only reason the two girls weren't orphans yet was because of the child-welfare money their step-father could collect to get drunk on.
One night, late after the girls had finished their homework and were messing around the door burst open, revealing the intimidating figure of Cleo's father. He stood still only a moment before striding forward, a fire burning in his eyes. He shouted about something important that he had lost. Something Astrid never could remember about that night. After shoving Astrid back into a nearby wall, she lay there stunned, only able to watch the following events. Cleo's father grabbed her by the hair dragging her out of the room. Thumps and yelling proceeded their exit. Each resounding smack caused Astrid to flinch as if in physical pain herself. Finally able to stand in no longer she ran into the room after them to find Cleo on the ground bloody and bruising fast. Her step father was standing over her staring at the body of his daughter with a mixture of confusion and horror in his eyes. All Astrid saw was red around the edges of her eyes. Snatching up a lap from the shelf next to her, she brought it down on the hulking mans head, causing him to collapse. He didn't react by cry or pleading with her as she grabbed a fragment of the pottery and stabbed him with it, only lifted his head in preparation for the sharp edge.
With both her sister and step-father dead on the floor of their dirty shoddy apartment, Astrid could not stay there. She left immediately, without grabbing any of her stuff. Out the window and down the fire-escape and onto the streets. Astrid wandered around her days and weeks in a daze of that night's events, until eventually she found herself at Camp Half-Blood. Finally she was in a safe place, receiving support from kind figures, she only wished Cleo was there to see it all.
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**Name:** Marshall Knope
**Age:** 15
**Godly Parent:** Apollo
**Years at Camp:** 6
**Ability:** God-granted accuracy - meaning he could shoot a quarter out of the air from about ten meters away.
If he says a hymn to Apollo (it doesn’t have to be out loud) and touches the intended recipient of the prayer, he can heal them or remove ailments.
**Skills:** Quite a skilled poet, he has notebooks filled with poetry. He also has been working on becoming a better writer, with quite a few notebooks dedicated to short stories.
He is quite skilled at tending to wounds simply using modern medicine, as well as ambrosia/nectar.
**Weapon of Choice:** Bow and arrow
**Appearance:** [Photo reference](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb58umhj841qe4nyno1_500.jpg)
Having not hit much of a growth spurt since he was eleven, he’s only 5’ even accompanied by a lanky frame. He looks like he would barely weigh 100 pounds wet while still maintaining the youthful roundness to his face. A mop of auburn hair sits atop his head, just long enough that it gets into his eyes; because of its wavy nature, it tends to give him the perpetual bedhead look even when he has brushed all the tangles from it. His eyes are almond shaped, and sea-foam blue in color. He has a nice smile - from what he has been told - and carries himself well despite his weak physique. Like most fair skinned people, he tans the more sun he gets - generally sporting a ‘farmer tan’ from a dislike for taking off his shirt even if he’s out in the sun all day - and his tan fades during the winter. He has a fondness for hats and has quite the collection. The leather bracelet and necklace - both braided with beads - stay on him 24/7.
He has a messenger bag, which he keeps on him at all times, that holds at least one composition notebook, some medical supplies, and some ambrosia squares and a flask of nectar.
**Personality:** Quiet by nature, he is shy. He blushes easily, especially when flustered which tends to make him stumble over words and fluster him even more. Being around his half-siblings doesn’t make him as flustered, but he still gets nervous talking to others. He prefers to read or just sit outside watching nature, and absolutely loves animals; he loves fantasy, mystery, and romance stories best, though his writing grew a bit darker ever since the Titan war. He gets extremely embarrassed when anyone finds/reads any of his notebooks in which he attempted to write stories.
Despite being uncomfortable actually talking to others, he does like being useful and help others (though he works best if he’s just pointed in a direction, given the instruction, and allowed to just work without having to talk.) The dislike to talk does help him be a good listener, though it’s best to just ambush him since he’ll feel too awkward to actually leave.
**Brief History:** The news of ovarian cancer had made Charlette Knope sad and depressed, until she met a man that brightened her outlook on life; one thing led to another, and in the same appointment where they were checking to see what option was best for treatment she learned that not only was the cancer gone, but she was pregnant. Nine months later, her little miracle was born. His mother homeschooled him, both a convenience because they lived on the outskirts of town and an overbearing protection to keep her special present all to herself. It created an isolated childhood, and gave him little exposure to other kids.
Tragedy struck when his mother drove off the road when a huge black dog appeared in the road before them. She told him to run and distracted the beast; despite his desire to stay and help his mother, he didn’t want to disobey his mother. After so long of running, he ended up coming across a strange boy that turned out to be a satyr; the satyr took him back to camp. After a few days, he learned his mother hadn’t died and got permission to go visit her in the hospital. It was then that she explained it was best he live at camp to make sure he always stayed safe. He writes to her weekly to stay in touch, and meets with her in a nearby city for his birthday and Christmas when he can. It wasn’t possible once the Titan War was in full swing, and since then he hasn’t wanted to see her as much - too scared that she might not approve of him anymore.
Name: Riku
Age: 17
Godly Parent: Phobetor (god of nightmares)
Years at camp: 6
Ability: He is able to shape-shift into animals at will. The bigger the better. He is able to cause powerful nightmares that are able to drive one insane if wanted by Riku. There are straining consequences to Riku's brain after use.
Skills: Master knife-thrower
Weapon of choice: Celestial Bronze knife set
Appearance: Riku has a lean, wirey body type. He's in shape but by no means buff. He stands at the height of 5"9' 
Personality: Riku's personality is predominantly cold and distant. He fears the sun and prefers sleeping over any other camp activities. He is good friends with Nico De Angelo. People believe it is because of the similarities in there personality. But others suspect different...
Brief History: Riku grew up in west Chicago with his abusive mother. At the age of 11 he ran away only to be found by a satyr. Surprisingly enough,he was not shocked when he found out he was a half-blood. The reason of this is due to the fact that he would see his father Phbobetor in his dreams and recognized him as his father. He was right at home in Camp Half-Blood. For once in his life he wasn't looked down upon. Previous to being introduced to this new world he was considered weird and introverted. A girl named Elise took him in under her wing. They have since become great friends. Elise took a liking to him when she fount out that he was previously abused. She went through a similar situation.They are an odd pairing seeing as she is the daughter of apollo, but to him it was completely natural. Not long after meeting her Elise went on a quest to never return. He believes her to be alive but others don't agree.
He wishes to accomplish at least one quest. If not for the sole purpose to find Elise. Onlly problem is that even if they don't say it they can't see his abilities as an asset. This causes welt up frustration and resentment. He tries his best to keep it hidden but at times he lashes out in the form of dreams. If someone ticks him off he is able to give said person one or more restless nights. He pretends to be confident but more often than not he feels scared. He always found this ironic considering his father's main attribute was to procure fear.
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Name: Nathaniel Addams (Usually called Nate Addams, he hates being called Nathaniel.)
Age: 17
Godly Parent: Morpheus
Years at Camp: 8
Ability: Put people to sleep and also enter and manipulate their dreams at will.
Skills: Mist manipulation, average swordsmanship, impressive stealth.
Weapon of Choice: A short sword of celestial bronze called Oneiro (Dream in Greek)
Appearance: A slender tall young man around 190 cm, usually wearing a black jacket over the camp's shirt and ripped jeans, in much of a headbanger fashion, his hair is black and straight, also fairly long for male patterns reaching his shoulders, which sometimes makes people mistake him for a girl sometimes. His skin is pale white(however not as much as Nico Di Angelo). Nate's eyes are dark blue. - [And here's a photo refference](http://i.imgur.com/NPXV5A2.png)
Personality: His personality really depends on who's he talking with, however one thing won't ever vanish even in the presence of Zeus himself, his passion for sleeping, when not accomplishing any sort of task, you can easily find Nathaniel at his cabin sleeping like a log, some may say it is to be the closest he can to his father, when in fact that is not entirelly true, that's just his hobbie. When awoken as mentioned before, his personality depends on who's before him, if it is a complete stranger who he had never heard of before, he will be quite distant, yet kind and will try to get to know them better, when with friends or people who had known him for some while and has taken a certain liking towards them he'll be open, kind and even mock them sometimes just for fun, of course nothing too serious. However when before bullies in the camp or enemies, he'll take a slightly cocky posture, mocking them, acting tough, everything to taunt to make them easier foes
Brief History: Nate was born in pretty normal family, a caring mother, a cool stepfather, who never treated him badly and an older brother son of that same stepfather, but they were as close as blood brothers could be, everything seemed normal indeed except for a some odd nightmares of a man in tunic and monsters the kid had, despite from that they all had a perfect life, until the young Nathaniel completed 9 years old.
The nightmares now were more frequent than ever and a lot of odd looking people would stare at Nate for no reason. One day he was at school in one more regular day, in fact, the last day of school. During lunch a teacher called the boy to come with him, however it was quite odd, why would someone send someone to detention in the last day of school? He went with him anyways. The teacher led the infant to an abandoned part of school and right in the momment there was no one to look, the teacher transformed into a Lamia, a half snake half human being who attacked him right away, the boy ran and ran, luckily, there was someone to save him, a satyr, sent from the Camp Half-Blood looking for a demigod who was said to be in that very school, Noah, the satyr, saved his life and took him away, the boy insisted to see his family once more. He visited his family, explained what was going on and he was going to a safe place, the camp the satyr had told him about earlier, his family denied but he went anyways, he only heard his mother saying in the end "So don't ever come home anymore."
Nathaniel arrived the camp half blood, learned of many things, monsters, the existance of gods, demigods and one think which picked his interest over anything, the mist, something which could fool the eyes of humans and even demi-gods with the right training, such thing fascinated him, he learned that the children of Hecate had the ability to control it naturally, unfortunatelly he couldn't be one, since his biological mother was human and so the interest in the mist vanished and he kept on living the life of an unclaimed demigod until the day came, the day he found out he was the son of Morpheus, god of dreams, at first it seemed stupid, but once he learned to control that it felt incredible.
Time passed and summer ended, he got the choice of remaining in the camp or going back home, a difficult choice considering his mother's words, but he decided facing his problems straight, he went back home and was well accepted once he did, from now on he would go to the camp during every summer.
On his second year of camp, his interest in the mist would come back again as he heard that not only the children of Hecate could learn to manipulate the mist, however it would be pretty hard for him to learn and he needed a lot of practice, not a real pain in the ass, as he wanted he started training until on his 7th year of camp he could do it so perfectly he could even fool demigods, he was pretty proud of himself, the male also used that quite frequently to fool his enemies during the game of capturing the flag, leading his team to victory with that combined with his ability of putting people to sleep and his decent swordsmanship. In all those years he had made many friends, some enemies in the camp, however it undoubtly became his second home and he would do anything in his power to protect it...after his nap.
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Name: Dorothy Wells
Age: 18
Godly Parent: Hebe
Years at Camp: 5
Ability: As a daughter of Hebe, she does not have what you would call a "special power", but rather sports a generous helping of youth that provides her a wide range of general benefits over a less-youthful demigod.
- Strong constitution, can handle a bit more god food than others. (Ambrosia, Nectar)
- Energy abound, difficult to demoralize or exhaust
- Recovers quicker from injuries and exhaustion
- Five years of combat training, with about a year's worth in actual combat experience. Can use swords, bows and spears well enough to hold her own in a large-scale battle or duel.
- Skilled runner, climber and swimmer, as a result of her time on the run from Monsters and her training at Camp Half Blood.
- Reasonably proficient leader, able to take command of a small group and make quick decisions under pressure. Not sufficient to lead a combat or expedition force larger than six or seven individuals.
- General knowledge from several years of basic education and ordinary life, including the operation of cell phones and the internet.
- Skilled talker and diplomat, able to diffuse tense situations and contain hostility to a moderate degree.
- Possesses a magic item, a small canteen that fills to the brim with nectar every three to four hours. Holds precisely enough to stabilize somebody suffering from moderate injuries.
- Often carries a weapon besides her favoured weapon, as it is not uncommon for her to require a melee weapon in battle. Usually a dagger or sword, but she sometimes must make due with a spear instead.
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