Name:Kyle Storm
Age:18
Gender:Male
Eyes:Shocking Blue
Hair:Brown with blonde highlights
Height:Tall? Like 6foot 8inches or something
Body Type:Muscular from working in the Armory
Skin Color:Tan

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God Parent:Hephaestus
Mortal Parent:Victoria Storm (deceased)
Country of Origin:America
Pets:German Shepard pup, but not too young.

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Talents:Crafting, rowing, basketball, swimming. Bad at: Pegasus riding, and tending plants/the sick
Weapon**: A hammer in a holster, if his celestial bronze sword is lost.
Fatal Flaw: He is way too forgiving. This could be horribly fatal because anyone can easily deceive him, and convert him to work against the gods.
Powers(must relate to god parent; optional): Very crafty, nimble fingers, tough skin that is a bit resistant to fire (except not too much )
Life Before CHB*: He was about 12 when he learned he was a half-blood. His mom told him after he had crafted something so amazing, it moved and talked. He was proud, and Victoria thought she could keep him for a while longer. Well, a year and a half later, after many monster attacks, his mother was weak, and he was vulnerable. They were on their way, but his mother didn't quite make it. Ever since, he has tried to be strong, and move on. He sympathizes with other campers, and tries to be as healthy as he can for any monster attacks.
RP Example*:I was sitting on a very uncomfortable wooden bench in the middle of the courtyard. There were other benches in front of me, arranged in a circle around a dried-out camp fire. It was mid-day and the sun shone harshly on the camp as sounds of swords clashing and Pegasus flying filled the air.

Usually I wouldn't just sit around doing nothing, but on the other hand, I had many brothers that were completely capable of taking care of the Armory while I was gone. I sat back, not really focused on anything. I watched a Pegasus swoop down overhead, with an Iris camper on it's back, laughing.

Then, I almost jumped out of my seat. Iris! I had totally forgotten that I promised my mo...Oh. Right. I closed my eyes, trying to forget the fact that my mom had died trying to get me to camp safely. She was so brave, and if only I hadn't run through the camp borders already, I might have been able to save her.

I tried hard to forget what had happened. I opened my eyes again, and stared at the grass, which was perfectly green, and never taller than an inch and a half.
Any notes about your characters:He is often criticized for being such a bad academic

Add two more flaws.
What is the hottest temperatures he can withstand?
Also, being crafty and having nimble fingers are more like talents.