Post by Harry A. Mason on Nov 28, 2010 19:07:29 GMT -5
Name: Harry Arthur Mason
God-parent: Apollo
Other family: Isabella Mason (Deceased)
Appearance:
Hair- Medium length, blonde. In the summer he cuts it short.
Eyes- Light blue normally, however when he's happy, sad, angry, confused or angry they turn bright orange.
Build- Normal build. Stands at Round-About 5'10.
Clothing- Usally a long-sleeved shirt, with a striped jumper. Old tattered jeans and scuffed up trainers.
Gender- Male.
Personality: A likeable kid, Harry is the joker of the pack, and usally the first to make a sarcastic comment. Most people will befriend him and he rarely makes an enemy of someone. But if he does, they better watch out.
5 likes:
Archery
Summer
Orange
Pratical jokes
Daytime
5 dislikes:
Winter
Night
Water
Bullys
Ares and his kids
Fatal Flaw: Sense of humer. He rarely takes things seriously and one day him or someone he cares about could seriously get hurt.
Friends: N/A
RPsample(10 sentences):
Thung. The sound of another arrow hitting a dead bulls eyes in the target. "And thats how it's done." he said, flinging the bow over his back, and turning around, with the usual smile creeping onto his face. If you listened closely you could still hear the faint scottish accent in his voice. A couple of years in American did that to you. "Right, I gotta go" and without another word of explanation he pushed the crowd apart and walked of in the direction of his cabin. "Harry Arthur Mason, you've done it again" Harry loved to dazzle the new kids with his archery skills. The look on their faces when hit a bulls eyes everytime was priceless. Pushing open his cabin door, he kicked his shoes of, led down on his bed and closed his eyes.
History(5sentences): Harry was born to Isabella Mason in a small hospital in Glasgow. Unfortunatly his mother died in childbirth and he was sent to live with a foster family. It wasn't to bad, but after a while, he began to wonder about certain things. For one thing he wondered why he was sent to live with a fostet family instead of his father. When he asked his foster dad this, he replied with a simple "Because no one knows who, or where your father is" and the question was laid to rest. However when he was 11, strange things becan happening. His school instated Archery as a required course, and everyone thought it would be a good laugh. Untill it turned out that Harry was a natural. Ever since then it was the one thing that Harry took seriously. A few months later someone turned up out of the blue saying he had come to take Harry to safty. Harry hesitated, but when a hell hound turned up, he jumped in the car and let the satyr take him to Camp HB. 2 years later at the age of 13, Apollo claimed him.
Powers: An excellent archer. Can play any instrement like a pro, has an excellent singing voice. Can create small balls of light that last for about an hour.
Age: 13
Other info: Is better at weilding a bow, than handling a sword, however he still uses both.
Celebrity Face Claim
(Optional): Cole Sprouse
God-parent: Apollo
Other family: Isabella Mason (Deceased)
Appearance:
Hair- Medium length, blonde. In the summer he cuts it short.
Eyes- Light blue normally, however when he's happy, sad, angry, confused or angry they turn bright orange.
Build- Normal build. Stands at Round-About 5'10.
Clothing- Usally a long-sleeved shirt, with a striped jumper. Old tattered jeans and scuffed up trainers.
Gender- Male.
Personality: A likeable kid, Harry is the joker of the pack, and usally the first to make a sarcastic comment. Most people will befriend him and he rarely makes an enemy of someone. But if he does, they better watch out.
5 likes:
Archery
Summer
Orange
Pratical jokes
Daytime
5 dislikes:
Winter
Night
Water
Bullys
Ares and his kids
Fatal Flaw: Sense of humer. He rarely takes things seriously and one day him or someone he cares about could seriously get hurt.
Friends: N/A
RPsample(10 sentences):
Thung. The sound of another arrow hitting a dead bulls eyes in the target. "And thats how it's done." he said, flinging the bow over his back, and turning around, with the usual smile creeping onto his face. If you listened closely you could still hear the faint scottish accent in his voice. A couple of years in American did that to you. "Right, I gotta go" and without another word of explanation he pushed the crowd apart and walked of in the direction of his cabin. "Harry Arthur Mason, you've done it again" Harry loved to dazzle the new kids with his archery skills. The look on their faces when hit a bulls eyes everytime was priceless. Pushing open his cabin door, he kicked his shoes of, led down on his bed and closed his eyes.
History(5sentences): Harry was born to Isabella Mason in a small hospital in Glasgow. Unfortunatly his mother died in childbirth and he was sent to live with a foster family. It wasn't to bad, but after a while, he began to wonder about certain things. For one thing he wondered why he was sent to live with a fostet family instead of his father. When he asked his foster dad this, he replied with a simple "Because no one knows who, or where your father is" and the question was laid to rest. However when he was 11, strange things becan happening. His school instated Archery as a required course, and everyone thought it would be a good laugh. Untill it turned out that Harry was a natural. Ever since then it was the one thing that Harry took seriously. A few months later someone turned up out of the blue saying he had come to take Harry to safty. Harry hesitated, but when a hell hound turned up, he jumped in the car and let the satyr take him to Camp HB. 2 years later at the age of 13, Apollo claimed him.
Powers: An excellent archer. Can play any instrement like a pro, has an excellent singing voice. Can create small balls of light that last for about an hour.
Age: 13
Other info: Is better at weilding a bow, than handling a sword, however he still uses both.
Celebrity Face Claim
(Optional): Cole Sprouse
