First charrie. :P

Christian "Chris" Black
Myth: Greek
Age#: 15
Birthday: December 13th, 1995
Gender: Male
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: A caramel color.
Body Type: Fit
Accent: A British accent

God|Titan|Primordial Parent#: Apollo
God of?*:
Mortal Parent#: Melany Black
Godly parents*:
Siblings: His fellow cabin mates, obviously.
Children: None
Husband/wife: None
Place or origin: England
Education/occupation: He has no job, and is in 12th grade.
Ethnic background#: Christian is half british and half mexican.

Animal*:
Symbol*:
Personality: Christian has a very humerous personality.
Hobbies; Shooting his bow and arrow, eating, sleeping (He's pretty lazy sometimes. )
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Second picture(optional for demigods, required for gods):
Talents: Christian has very fast reflexes, which helps greatly in battle. He also has very accurate aim, more accurate than most other apollo kids.

Flaws(three for demigod, two for made up god): Christian is very arrogant, shy, and easily-irratated.
Powers(for demigods or made up gods) Christian can form light out of thin air. The biggest form of light he can create is about the size of his palm. The light is bright enough to blind somebody. The brighter he makes it, the more energy he drains.
Weapon: A bow and arrow, that includes CB arrows and explosive arrows.
Typical clothing: He usually wears an under armour sweatshirt, over his orange T-shirt. He also wears jeans, with Air jordan shoes.
History(6 sentence):Christian was born in England. While giving birth, his mother died. He was forced to live with his step-dad, who he believed was his real dad. His step-dad was a mean and greedy person, who wasted Christian's mom's life insurance money on beer and gambling. Soon. Christian stole $900,000 out of his step-father's bank account, and ran away to New York. He lived by himself at the age of 8. His dad guided him towards Camp-Half-Blood later.
RP Example(6 sentence): Christian awoke, sweating wildly. His shirt was soaked with sweat. He took it off and threw it on the ground. He layed on his back, scared to fall asleep again. It's all my fault. He repeated in his head, tears running down his face. I should've never been born. He rolled on his side, and shut his eyes.
Notes: Nothing