Name:Olive
Age:16
Eyes:Dark Grey
Hair:Long, dark Brown
Height:5`7
Body Type:Slim
Skin Color:Olive Toned
God Parent:Athena
Mortal Parent:Carson
Country of Origin:United States of America
Pets:Helen, a Black Lab.
Talents:Drawing Portraits and A very well Chess player.
Skills:Very good in Battle. A good plotter/planner for any occasion or battle plan.
Weapon: A bronze dagger.
Flaws:Is shy, rarely talks. Always keeps thoughts to herself, unless something bothers her. Dyslexic.
Powers: Wisdom.

Life Before CHB: Olive lived a typical normal life. With her dad Carson, they both lived in a apartment in New York. She was very smart, and got all A's, except for reading, when her dyslexic kicked in. Even though she had a hard time in reading, she still kept striving toward, not daring to even fail a class. Carson was proud of her, but when he remarried a woman named Loreen, things changed in her life. Loreen basically humiliated her. Calling her stupid for her dyslexic when Carson wasn't home. While Olive was at school with her friend, he started nervously telling her about demigods and Greek Myths. Olive knew all about this, but still didn't get what he was meaning. He then took her hand, and led her to Camp HalfBlood, explaining on the way, without telling Carson or Loreen about it.

RP example: I sat down at the table studying, when Loreen had to butt in. I glared at her, narrowing my dark gray eyes at her. She rolled her eyes and said, "What are you looking at?"
I shrugged, not bothering to make a fight. "Something annoying." I thought, holding in a laugh. She walked over to the kitchen, her high heels making that annoying clicking noise.
I got out of the dining room as quickly as I can, before Loreen does anything else annoying before my Dad comes home.

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Name: Kellan
Age: 14
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Short Black
Height: 5`6
Body Type: Slim
Skin Color:Tan
God Parent:Hermes
Mortal Parent:Larisse
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: 2 Chihuahuas named Marisse, and Mayer
Talents: Good Pickpocketer, Guitar player, Good Basketball Player.
Skills:Very good Thief, but gets caught some of the times,(When he becomes too greedy)
Weapon: 3 Ft Bronze sword.
Flaws: Is greedy, Talks a bit, but not that much. Dyslexic.
Powers: Kellan has a little bit of the same as what Hermes powers are. Except for traveling his powers are Thieves, and messaging. He can deliver messages from other cabins or from Mr.D and Chiron to anyone promptly.

Life Before CHB: Kellan wasn't just your ordinary teen. He was a thief. He would go to stores and steal cash, so that he could help his Mom pay for the house. The Mom, Larisse, never knew about Kellans stealings, but she never questioned him about it either. One day while Kellan was going over to a Gas Station to steal some more cash, the manager caught him and took him straight to his Moms house. The Mom, Larisse, looked at Kellan painfully, and took him by the hand.
"Thank you officer." She says as she closes the door. Larisse gives Kellan the "Never Steal." talk and bit her lip. She then told her about a great summer camp that he could stay at with his satyr friend. Kellan looked confused but decided to go because his satyr friend was going. While Larisse was driving, his satyr friend showed his true self as a satyr and Kellan was even more confsued than before. His friend told him all about Greek Gods and how they are real, and Camp HalfBlood. Kellan understood, but was afraid to go and leave his Mom with no money. But his Mom said it was alright and dropped both him and his friend in front of the strawberry fields.

RP Example: I walked by the cashier looking around like nothing was gonna happen. The manager was giving me the eye. "Oh great." I thought still walking around by the cashier, pretending to look interested to the stuff by me. The manager walked into his office. No one was at the cashier desk. "Perfect." I say taking each step toward the desk cautiously.
"Not so fast kid." said a voice behind me. There he was, the Manager, with his cell phone with the number 911 dialed into the phone.
Any notes about your characters:

Could you please elaborate on the powers a little more?

Like, the messaging part.

Ok.
I edited it. Is it fine?

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(What is the limit to Charries?)

Name:Mayer Faye
Age:13
Eyes:Light brown
Hair:Short, Black with Light brown highlights.
Height:5`4
Body Type:Slim
Skin Color:Pale, White
God Parent:Demeter
Mortal Parent:Jedidiah Faye
Country of Origin: USA
Pets:Golden Retriever called Marcus
Talents:Violin, Volleyball, and Guitar.
Skills: Fighter, and Bravery ( I don't know if that is a skill or not xD If its not, then I can change it :p)
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Flaws: Too Talkative, Sometimes blurts things out, Gets too aggressive at competitions.
Powers: Growing plants/grain/fruit, etc. Every 30 minutes, she can plant 10 plants of her choice.
Life Before CHB: Mayer lived with her father in Kansas, where there was lots of fields around her house. Thats just what she loved, playing around the field. When she turned 12, she decided to play around the field outside of her home, when a monster appeared in the distance. She never knew about her being a demigod, but she knew that she had to fight this monster. Her satyr friend then appeared, galloping her way. Her dad, Jedidiah came out, looking at the monster, bewildred. He knew about this all along, but never knew that the time was now. Mayer stood there in the middle of the field, looking at the monster, getting ready to fight. The monster came closer and closer, just when he was a foot away from her. Something happened instantly, plants grew out from the field, going up in mid air. The monster broke through it, harmless. She fought, gritting her teeth. Until the monster was gone, fading into the light. She then was told about her immortality, and was force to leave to Camp HalfBlood with her satyr friend.

RP Example: I walked out onto the field. I ran around, playing all of these pretend games that I used to play when I was young. I skipped around laughing, and having a good time, when I heard a thumping noise in the distance. I stopped, and glanced north up in the fields. A distant figure was running toward me, I couldn't figure out what it was, but for some reason I wasn't scared. I may not be able to fight a tornado, but I'm sure that I can try to beat this person who is trying to get me. I stood in fighting position, when I figured out, that the figure wasn't a person, but a monster.
Any notes about your characters:

Does she have a limit to her power?

Five, but u can buy extras

Oh okay.
and What do you mean by limit? Like time limit, or of how much fruits/plants/grain she can grow?

How many plants she can grow, like can she create an entire Forrest in a minute?

Ohhhh..Ok.
She can plant at least 10 plants of her own choice (Like fruits/grains/flowers) per 30 minutes.
Let me edit my form.

Very nice

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Name: Trace Clarendon
Age: 15
Eyes: Dark green
Hair: Shaggy brown
Height: 5`9
Body Type: Thin but muscular
Skin Color: Olive Toned
God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Geraldine Clarendon
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: A rat named Safari
Talents: Advanced in Violin, Good Runner.
Skills: Archery
Weapon: Bow and Arrow
Flaws: Sometimes stays in the corner, Talks alot when nervous, Can be a tiny bit aggressive,
Powers: Healing others by touching them. It can drain him whenever he uses it.
Life Before CHB: Trace lived with his Mom in a terrible apartment. The Mom had a part time job, and didn't make that much money. Trace lived in the bad side of town. His Mother than gave up on him, and kicked him out of the house when he turned 13. Trace decided to live with his friend, and his parents. Gladly, the parents let Trace stay with them, until they can put him into a foster home. A few weeks later, a satyr told Trace to come with him. He first refused too, but then finally decided to follow the satyr. The satyr told him about his immortality and about the Greek Gods. Trace first was shocked, and refused to listen to him, until the Satyr told him that he would have a new home to go to. That home would be Camp HalfBlood.

RP Example: I sat on the couch, waiting for my Mom to get home. The apartment smelled like smoke from my Mothers cigarette. "Probably at the bar with another bum again.." I mutter, turning the channel on our cheap TV. My mother finally came home and slammed the door behind her. "Get out." She ordered to me. I looked at her like she was crazy. "What?" I exclaim. "Just get out of here!" She cries, her voice turning hoarse. I stood up and said. "No." She grabbed me by the neck,and opened the apartment door. "And don't come back Trace!" She says, tears falling from her eyes. She slams the apartment door and locks me out. I stood there in the hallway, bewildered.
Any notes about your characters:

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Name: Kaya Miller
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Eyes: Light Blue
Hair: Long Blonde
Height:5`6
Body Type:Skinny
Skin Color:Pale White
God Parent:Aprohodite
Mortal Parent:Marven Miller
Country of Origin: United Kingdom
Pets: A cat named Frito.
Talents: Piano, Ballet Dancer.
Skills: Good Fighter.
Weapon: A 3ft Silver sword named Leslie.
Flaws: Thinks too much of herself sometimes, Stubborn, Talkative.
Powers:None
Life Before CHB:Kaya lived like a regular teenager, living with her Dad and her stepmom and also her step sisters and brothers. She had, what she called, a perfect life. Becoming Homecoming queen at her high school, having the perfect boyfriend from the football team. She lived a Barbie life. But when suddenly a satyr galloped over to her, his voice trembling that she had to go to a Camp for the summer. Kaya refused, she wanted to live her perfect life in her hometown. He blabbed about going to America to go to Camp. Her father already knew about this and tried to convince her to go. She then agreed, and followed the Satyr to Camp.

RP Example: I looked out the airplane window. Goodbye home. I sighed, swiftly putting my blonde hair into two separate braids. The Satyr, who was in disguised as a regular teen, laid his hand onto my shoulder. I scowled a silent scowl. It was his fault that I had to leave home. Why should I be nice to him? Stupid Satyr. Stupid Greek Mythology, Stupid Mom for leaving me. I don't even believe in that Greek crap, am I even half Greek? My Dad never told me about Aphrodite, who is suppose to be my Mom. Ugh, Life sucks.

Any notes about your characters: She has that British Accent.

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Name:Marisol Lopez
Age:14
Gender:Female
Eyes:Dark Black
Hair:Long, Black
Height:5`6
Body Type:Slim
Skin Color:Tannish
God Parent:Deimos
Mortal Parent:Veronica Lopez
Country of Origin:(Was born in Mexico but moved to the USA)
Pets:None
Talents:Guitar, Freaking people out
Skills:Fighting
Weapon:A 3ft Silver Sword with her name engraved on it.
Flaws:Rough, aggressive, is rarely ever friendly, Tries to makes friends but unfortunately fails.
Powers:Marisol can put a persons greatest fear into their mind,its not physical, and can last about 2 minutes. (They can drain her when she uses them.)
Life Before CHB: Marisol lived in New Mexico. Close to where she was born. She hardly made any friends, except for this strange kid, who was also known as, Satyr guy . She was always harsh and cruel, also to her teachers. Her mother, Veronica, didn't know what to do with her. Even Marisol could put her powers onto her Mom. She never knew she had them, but she was glad that she had them. Satyr dude then got tired of how she was treating these mortals, and told her about Camp HalfBlood. She first insulted him, then scowled and left. But when she thought about it, she thought it would be...okay...So she went back to her friend and and followed him to Camp.

RP Example: I thought about what my friend said. Camp? Do I even belong in a camp? How bout that one time when they gave me detention for two weeks, or getting suspended for threatening this 6th grader..I rolled my eyes at the thought. Meh, maybe I would be treated right at this camp. I mean, its not my fault for using my powers on people. Habit. Everyone has habits. But was this a good habit? Or something meant for evil?

Any notes about your characters: She speaks fluent Spanish.

Im not sure eyes can be black, just saying is all

Wow, allen. Some people have, like, all red eyes on here.

Do her powers ever drain her?

I'm talking about black eyes, not red.

Yes, they can drain her. Let me just edit that.

How much does it take to drain her; like how much using it or what ever. Time slots and such, maybe?

Allen, i was using red as an example of Unnatural eye color.

Hmmm....She can put at least 5 fears into peoples minds per hour?(And I mean like, if she was putting a fear into someones mind, that would count as 1, not like multiple fears into one mind.) Is that good?

10? hmm i would say about 5 every hour.

Meh, yeah. I agree, let me go edit that...AGAIN. x]