Name: Samara Florize
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Eyes: BLUE (as in really, really blue)
Hair: Long, strait, dirty blond
Height: 5 ft
Body Type: slim and fit, looks almost like an Aphrotite kid
Skin Color: White
God Parent: Ares
Mortal Parent: Dona Florize
Country of Origin: Spain
Pets: none
Talents: can mostly hurt anyone with anything
Weapon**: A 13 inch dagger named Ares
Flaws: to proud, will never give up, no matter how dangerouse things get, and scared at the sight of blood
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life Before CHB*: Samara was just a regular Spanish school girl. She had plent of friends, a loving mom, and a black belt, 4th degree in karate. The only problem was, she had no dad. Her mom would always say, he was a buff guy, with many surprises, but she had no idea what that ment. Her ADHD made her and her mother's life hard, and most of the time, she was beating up a wall at home. Her friends had to keep their distance, for when she was angry, her anger showed. Her proudness took over, and she would try to kill anything that came near. She told no one, but the reason why she was mad most of the time was because her father was never there to tell her to calm down, or just go for the target, nothing else.
RP Example*: After all that fighting, for what! No dead creepy critter, but almost dead friend. "Franky, stand up you big baby!" I screemed, the monster charged. Sure, leave it to me to become Samara splat as Franky just lies there, dreaming of barnyard animals! I ducked, and slid, as the giant's hand came rumbling down, his hand slicing the pavment were I once stood just moments ago. Ok, I can do this, just think of where my dad was all these, stupid years I needed him. I became more than angry at the toughts, I became furious. I charged the giant, jumped so high, I sware I waved to a pigeon, and smacked the monsterin the side of the head. He barlled down, threatning to fall down on Freddy, so I dove, grabbing Freddy before I became a greece spot. I wiped sweat from my brow as the monster turned to golden ash. "Now that wasn't so bad," I say, shivering.
Any notes about your characters: She some how has a kind heart, she only destructive when she's mad.

Add Two more flaws please.

Her age is Florize?

ok, um... pride, and um, won't give up, no matter what, even in a dangerouse situation.

Isn't pride the same thing as proud?

oops, I become brain dead sometimes. Florize is the last name, but its 12 years old. I become brain dead, like I said, sometimes, and block out everything. I literally have ADHD.

I don't think so, i think pride is diffrent because nothing can bring you- oh your right, how about, scared of blood?

Please don't double-post.
And that can work.

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Name: Diana Grobber
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Eyes: brown
Hair: black
Height: 4' 10
Body Type: Fit
Skin Color: lightly dark
God Parent: Eris
Mortal Parent: Fredrick Grobber
Country of Origin: USA
Pets:Rat, named Furryhinds
Talents:
Making someones day go bad
Weapon**:Spear (a hairpin)
Flaws: Doesn't like almost anyone, proud, angry 89% of the time
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): can make a person have bad luck for 5mins, and she can do it 15 times if big, 20 if small
Life Before CHB*: She always had a bad time with her dad. When she was 8, she ran away, and that's when she bacame all sour. SHe caused trouble every place she has visited. Texas, she made a flood, Califonia, half the actors were fired, and in New York, they had a drought of 1 week. She's always kept to herself.
RP Example*: I growl, "You screwed it up!" I yell at the taxi driver, "I said to Rhode Island, not Long Island!" The taxi driver turned around and laughted, "Sorry, sweetheart, you look like you got no cash on yah, and Rhode Island is way out of my limit. Sorry," I was angry enough to fry him. Then crack! the cab flew into the strwberry field, and off the road. When I got up, I saw there was a lightning bolt, and I was pouring outside. I opened the door, to get out, but it was jammed. I looked over to the driver, but he was out, and a big think was coming at us, fast. Furryhinds squeeked, but I yell, "Shut up!" How was I going to get out of this?
Any notes about your characters:

What do you mean by "big" and "small" in her powers? A big or small person?

How bad is the bad luck? And an hour is a bit too long.

big: can last up to a day, "drought

small: Up to a half hour "thunderstorm"

I think bad luck that affects the entire area is a bit much.

ok,
big: drought in that person's place

small: rain cloud over that person head

So.... We can have droughts in houses/cabins now?

ok,
flock of pigions perking at that persons head for foury minutes

Forty minutes=too long. Way too long, and the poster will just get annoyed and probably not post about pigeons.

ok, 20 minutes

Under five is advisable.

ok, five minutes

Edit it into the form.

check. PLEASE APPROVE!

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Name: Dultin Ground
Age: 16
Gender: male
Eyes: none
Hair: curly brown
Height: 6 feet
Body Type: slim
Skin Color: white
God Parent: hermes
Mortal Parent: Joan Ground
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: none
Talents: sly, and quiet when steeling
Weapon**: a sword
Flaws: blind, afraid of fire, proud
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life Before CHB*: He lived with his twin brother and his mother in a small appartment in Florida. He loved to pull pranks with his brother. Then, on the fourth of July, they tried to pull a prank with the firecrakers with his brother. The firecraker blew up in his face. He was rushed to the hospital with his brother, and he lost his eyes.
RP Example*: "This will be awsome," I whispered to my brother, "The best prank we pulled in years!" He nodded, and then we snuck to the firecrackers. I poured some oil on the firecrackers, and lit the first one. BOOM! All of them went off, and blew up in my face. My eyes burnned like crazy, and then my brother was carrying me. "I shut my eyes, never to open them again.

Name: Daven Ground
Age: 16
Gender: male
Eyes: brown
Hair: curly brown
Height: 6 feet
Body Type: slim
Skin Color: white
God Parent: hermes
Mortal Parent: Joan Ground
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: none
Talents: Same as brother
Weapon**: A sword
Flaws: deaf, afraid of fire, proud
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): none
Life Before CHB*: He lived with his twin brother and mother in an apartment in Florida. He loved to pull pranks with his brother. He was always the brains of the operation. Then he and his brother pull a prank with firecrackers. It blew up in his face as well. He lost both his ears.
RP Example*: I nod to my brother, "Ok, do you have the oil?" He nodded, and we snuck to the firecrackers. "Mom's going to kill us," I whispered to him excitedly. "Well, duh! Crime doesn't pay!" He said as he lit poured the oil on the firecrackers. He lit them, and they blew up. Either side of my head hurt, and I saw my ears were bleeding. "Help!" My brother yelled. I picked him up, and started running, not knowing then, but 'help' was the last word I would ever hear.

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