Blake Jameson Relic

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Name:Blake Jameson Relic
Age:16 1/2
Gender:Male/Brute
Eyes:Turquoise
Hair:Midnight Black, Redish Hue.
Skin:Ivory
Height:5"10"
Type:Demigod
Attitude:Competative,Rough,Vigilant,Revengful,Stubborn,Bi-Polar
Immortal Parent:Dionysus
Mortal Parent:Kim Dionca Relic
Other notable family (optional):Great-Grandson of Apollo,Grandson of Selene((Goddess of the Moon))
Country of Origin:Ary,Scotland
Pets (optional):None
Talents:Flexibility,Agility,Aim
Weapon:I'd use anything thats related to a Foil or Sword....Otherwise I use my hands.
Items:
Flaws:I can sometimes get off track of the real task at hand, I fall easyly for some girls that are my Type.
Likes:Horses,Being Alone,Being Active
Dislikes:Stupidity,Annoyance,People who think they can beat me up.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional):I have the power to make others go made, and I'm able to grow vegetation especially wine grapes.
Life Before camp half-blood:There
was no life before this place...All I had was my Mother. We traveled
a-lot. When we came to the US we were attacked...A man and woman brought
me here. And that only happened about 4 or 3 yrs ago. I miss my mum Kim
though. Sometimes I dream about her others times I wake up sweating
bullets having nightmares of the night she died....
Starting point (where you start in the rp):In the Dionysus Cabin
role play Example:
Blake
rolled his shoulders, his nicely toned skinned rippled with excitment
for the race. He's always sent to boarding schools when the summer isn't
here. He thinks its because his mum had demanded that he be properly
educated as she put it, in her will. He had been so distracted thinking
about the and his mum he didn't hear the horn blow. The three other boys
and one girl were ahead of him by far. He springs forward like a cat in
a open plane. He runs faster then this prepy(?) rich kids. Of course he
was once of them but he wasn't prepy(?) just slightly rich enough. He
by passed one boy and pumped his legs faster. He began sweating from the
heat outside. It was almost summer...soon he would be returning to
Camp. He passed two more boys and was close to the finish line. The girl
had long legs and he knew that she was bred for running. Yes bred,
thats what these rich american pigs call them self. He rolls his eyes
and passed her with ease. He slid across the finish line and looked up.
The rich americans looked tired out and were panting heavily. Same went
for Blake. He needed a brake. But he knew that he would never get one.
color:Midnight Blue
Any notes about your characters:No

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belive it or not, I was litterarily JUST GOING TO create a 16 year old son of Dionysus (that smiley reminds me of George Harrison...)