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“I will defeat you!” ~Drake
The Basics
Name: Drake Sithiorn
Nicknames/Aliases: Fire eater
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore
Occupation: student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Olympian/Monster/Titan Parent: Hephaestus
Mortal Relatives: Lilly Sithiorn Auto Mechanic/ inventor 42 (deceased)
All other relatives deceased
Physical Statistics
Height: 5’8 and 1/2
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair Color: brownish red
Eye Color: One red one Gold
Let’s Get More Personal
Likes: Sword fighting, Valor, Wisdom, fire, auto shop, and the color red.
Dislikes: Guns, cowards, fool heartiness, people in general, people with too much power, the cold, and water.
Personality: Drake has been an outcast for as long as he can remember. Always being shunned has caused him to push himself into a lonely existence and he has put up barrios against other people. He has always found himself accidentally burning things and people and has had an aptitude for pyrotechnics. His strange abilities (later learned to be his Half-Blood instincts) lead him to join medieval combat clubs at his school. His great skill with the sword scarred people and so he was inevitably shunned more. He is very shy but also very brave and honorable, he is always there for his friend (or at least he would be if he had any) and is constantly getting in trouble for his unusual behaviors.
History: Drake Sithiorn was born on May 31st, 1996 in the first floor of an apartment complex behind Perry mount cemetery in Pontiac Michigan. He was raised by his mother Lilly Sithiorn up until her death when he was twelve. After his mother’s death, Drake was transferred from the public school system to an orphanage school. He remained there for three years and became quite good at getting himself into trouble, he narrowly failed English due to his dyslexia and he would always get into trouble with his teachers for not paying attention in class because of his ADHD. During the middle of his sophomore year he was discovered by Chiron, who went to Drake’s school in his Mr. Brunner disguise and told the principle of the school that Drake had been granted a spot in a prestigious school in Long Island New York.
Drake soon discovers his abilities as a Demi-god and is quickly sent on a quest. This quest causes him to meet up with two other hero’s like himself, and they join together to fight against the threat of a new race of Deities, The Ancients. A race from before the Titans come back to reclaim their positions as the rulers of Earth. Drake has to try and calm the Ancients and get them to join the side of the Gods, or kill them in the attempt.
Abilities: Pyro-kinesis, Mechanical prowess, great sword and axe skills, dual wielding, shaping smoke at will, as well as shuriken and knife throwing abilities.
Weaknesses: Any contact with extreme cold or wet areas causes him extreme discomfort and may at times cause him to faint or pass out.
Other Information: Quicksilver: An extremely flexible material named after Hermes which is imbued with the power to change shape at the will of its master. It can also split or multiply and is held in a small vial worn as a necklace. (Only up to two splits can be wielded as a weapon at one time.)
Sample post: “Drake Sithiorn please report to the main office.” The robotic voice of the schools secretary spilled out into classrooms all over the school. A scruffy looking teenage boy in cut up black jeans, and a worn-out white button up and an old black hoodie stood up and headed towards the door. “Drake, your homework is to finish pages 17 and 18 as well as finishing up whatever class work you have left.” His teacher said. He smiled and nodded, and at that moment realized how much the forty year old woman had aged during the semester, her black hair was graying, she had dark bags under her eyes and her mouth had adapted a permanent frown. He then glanced back at his classmates, probably the rowdiest bunch of kids he had met, people were throwing things across the room at each other, a few students were taking puffs off of a cigarette in the back of the class, and there were plenty of people drinking what looked suspiciously like vodka out of plastic water bottles. It was easy to see how Miss Holly could have taken such a toll, being new to teaching and all.
Drake turned away from the chaos of his class and stepped into the hallway. Having been called or sent down to the office on many occasions he knew how too quickly reach the office of his school. After about two and a half minutes he entered the office and was quickly bunted into the personal office of the schools principle Madam L.J. Simmons. “Hello Drake, It is such a pleasant surprise to see you in my office for something good for a change.” She smiled and I looked down at my feet “Oh come now child I was only teasing. Anyway, this is Mr. Brunner, he teaches Latin at a very prestigious private school in New York and he has come here to give you a full ride fencing scholarship. Isn’t that right Mr. Brunner?” Drake and Madam Simmons both looked over at the man to the right of Drake, He was in tannish man in a wheel-chair, he had muscular arms and a strong but pleasant jaw covered by a rather thick beard, his hear was shoulder length and he had very old eyes that led Drake to believe that he was much older than he appeared. “Yes, that is most correct Lucy,” he looked over to Drake and Drake notice the crosshatching scars on the thumb and pointer finger of the teacher’s right hand. “Were you a hunter?” Drake asked M. Brunner who looked taken aback by the rather odd question, “Why no, I’m actually a vegetarian, why do you ask?” “Well sir, the scars on your fingers are from either a bow, or some heavy playing on a two stringed instrument.” Drake said gesturing at Mr. Brunner’s right hand.
Madam Simmons looked appalled at Drakes assumptions, but Mr. Brunner started laughing uproariously. “Very good my boy, I was a competition marksman for many years before I was in a terrible car accident and got stuffed into this damned thing!” the man gestured at his wheel-chair. “Well that settles it then, I simply must have this boy. Do you accept my offer Mr. Sithiorn?” Mr. Brunner asked holding out his hand. “Of course I do!” Drake clasped Mr. Brunner’s hand and shook it enthusiastically.
The next morning Drake was ready to transfer to his new school, it hadn’t taken him long to pack, all he had were cloths and his fencing equipment and the necklace that his mother had given left him in her will. He missed her greatly and wore the charm in her memory, it was a vial of Mercury the weird bluish liquid metal that you could push around and morph together. He didn’t quite understand what it was for, or why she had it in the first place, but he cherished it as his most precious possession. When he stepped out of his dorm room and into the hall he found everyone out of their rooms as well, they all said good bye and wished him luck at his new school, but as soon as he was outside they all stared cheering and he could hear music, there celebrating my leaving, he thought to himself. He was picked up by a cab and taken to the airport. He was given a ticket for the express flight to Manhattan, once he got there he was picked up by another cab and driven to Long island where, he was told, his new school was.
The cab pulled up to a hill in the middle of a side-street and the driver told him to go up the hill on his left. Drake grabbed his backpack and his rapier and headed over to the hill. Once he reached the top he saw an expansive valley, littered with buildings and a couple of massive strawberry fields, shacks lined up in the shape of a Greek omega formed one part of the grounds, a massive forest filled one whole side of the valley and a dining pavilion was alongside a huge house. There was also a coliseum and what looked like a massive track, but it was much too huge to be a foot track. After a few minutes of just taking in the miniature Greek city, Drake headed down the other side of the hill and down into the Valley.
Once he reached the base of the hill Drake headed into the strange community that spread out before him. As he got closer he saw a familiar face, “Hello Mr. Sithiorn.” Mr. Brunner said “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.” Drake stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something, but then just gapped at what he saw next. A massive winged black horse flew down and landed next to Mr. Brunner, the boy who dismounted appeared to be about eighteen, he had black hair that glistened a bluish color and his eyes were so blue that it was almost supernatural. “Hay Chiron the Apollo kids shot flaming arrows at the Ares kids and now their fighting each other in the middle of the coliseum and… Who’s the new guy?” The young man asked Mr. Brunner, “Oh,lick my nostril Percy, I’ll deal with that. Would you be so kind as to show Mr. Sithiorn around camp?”
OOC Information
Web Name: Sky Lucien
Contact: Facebook, same name and email
Play by: Sky Lucien
“I will defeat you!” ~Drake
The Basics
Name: Drake Sithiorn
Nicknames/Aliases: Fire eater
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore
Occupation: student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Olympian/Monster/Titan Parent: Hephaestus
Mortal Relatives: Lilly Sithiorn Auto Mechanic/ inventor 42 (deceased)
All other relatives deceased
Physical Statistics
Height: 5’8 and 1/2
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hair Color: brownish red
Eye Color: One red one Gold
Let’s Get More Personal
Likes: Sword fighting, Valor, Wisdom, fire, auto shop, and the color red.
Dislikes: Guns, cowards, fool heartiness, people in general, people with too much power, the cold, and water.
Personality: Drake has been an outcast for as long as he can remember. Always being shunned has caused him to push himself into a lonely existence and he has put up barrios against other people. He has always found himself accidentally burning things and people and has had an aptitude for pyrotechnics. His strange abilities (later learned to be his Half-Blood instincts) lead him to join medieval combat clubs at his school. His great skill with the sword scarred people and so he was inevitably shunned more. He is very shy but also very brave and honorable, he is always there for his friend (or at least he would be if he had any) and is constantly getting in trouble for his unusual behaviors.
History: Drake Sithiorn was born on May 31st, 1996 in the first floor of an apartment complex behind Perry mount cemetery in Pontiac Michigan. He was raised by his mother Lilly Sithiorn up until her death when he was twelve. After his mother’s death, Drake was transferred from the public school system to an orphanage school. He remained there for three years and became quite good at getting himself into trouble, he narrowly failed English due to his dyslexia and he would always get into trouble with his teachers for not paying attention in class because of his ADHD. During the middle of his sophomore year he was discovered by Chiron, who went to Drake’s school in his Mr. Brunner disguise and told the principle of the school that Drake had been granted a spot in a prestigious school in Long Island New York.
Drake soon discovers his abilities as a Demi-god and is quickly sent on a quest. This quest causes him to meet up with two other hero’s like himself, and they join together to fight against the threat of a new race of Deities, The Ancients. A race from before the Titans come back to reclaim their positions as the rulers of Earth. Drake has to try and calm the Ancients and get them to join the side of the Gods, or kill them in the attempt.
Abilities: Pyro-kinesis, Mechanical prowess, great sword and axe skills, dual wielding, shaping smoke at will, as well as shuriken and knife throwing abilities.
Weaknesses: Any contact with extreme cold or wet areas causes him extreme discomfort and may at times cause him to faint or pass out.
Other Information: Quicksilver: An extremely flexible material named after Hermes which is imbued with the power to change shape at the will of its master. It can also split or multiply and is held in a small vial worn as a necklace. (Only up to two splits can be wielded as a weapon at one time.)
Sample post: “Drake Sithiorn please report to the main office.” The robotic voice of the schools secretary spilled out into classrooms all over the school. A scruffy looking teenage boy in cut up black jeans, and a worn-out white button up and an old black hoodie stood up and headed towards the door. “Drake, your homework is to finish pages 17 and 18 as well as finishing up whatever class work you have left.” His teacher said. He smiled and nodded, and at that moment realized how much the forty year old woman had aged during the semester, her black hair was graying, she had dark bags under her eyes and her mouth had adapted a permanent frown. He then glanced back at his classmates, probably the rowdiest bunch of kids he had met, people were throwing things across the room at each other, a few students were taking puffs off of a cigarette in the back of the class, and there were plenty of people drinking what looked suspiciously like vodka out of plastic water bottles. It was easy to see how Miss Holly could have taken such a toll, being new to teaching and all.
Drake turned away from the chaos of his class and stepped into the hallway. Having been called or sent down to the office on many occasions he knew how too quickly reach the office of his school. After about two and a half minutes he entered the office and was quickly bunted into the personal office of the schools principle Madam L.J. Simmons. “Hello Drake, It is such a pleasant surprise to see you in my office for something good for a change.” She smiled and I looked down at my feet “Oh come now child I was only teasing. Anyway, this is Mr. Brunner, he teaches Latin at a very prestigious private school in New York and he has come here to give you a full ride fencing scholarship. Isn’t that right Mr. Brunner?” Drake and Madam Simmons both looked over at the man to the right of Drake, He was in tannish man in a wheel-chair, he had muscular arms and a strong but pleasant jaw covered by a rather thick beard, his hear was shoulder length and he had very old eyes that led Drake to believe that he was much older than he appeared. “Yes, that is most correct Lucy,” he looked over to Drake and Drake notice the crosshatching scars on the thumb and pointer finger of the teacher’s right hand. “Were you a hunter?” Drake asked M. Brunner who looked taken aback by the rather odd question, “Why no, I’m actually a vegetarian, why do you ask?” “Well sir, the scars on your fingers are from either a bow, or some heavy playing on a two stringed instrument.” Drake said gesturing at Mr. Brunner’s right hand.
Madam Simmons looked appalled at Drakes assumptions, but Mr. Brunner started laughing uproariously. “Very good my boy, I was a competition marksman for many years before I was in a terrible car accident and got stuffed into this damned thing!” the man gestured at his wheel-chair. “Well that settles it then, I simply must have this boy. Do you accept my offer Mr. Sithiorn?” Mr. Brunner asked holding out his hand. “Of course I do!” Drake clasped Mr. Brunner’s hand and shook it enthusiastically.
The next morning Drake was ready to transfer to his new school, it hadn’t taken him long to pack, all he had were cloths and his fencing equipment and the necklace that his mother had given left him in her will. He missed her greatly and wore the charm in her memory, it was a vial of Mercury the weird bluish liquid metal that you could push around and morph together. He didn’t quite understand what it was for, or why she had it in the first place, but he cherished it as his most precious possession. When he stepped out of his dorm room and into the hall he found everyone out of their rooms as well, they all said good bye and wished him luck at his new school, but as soon as he was outside they all stared cheering and he could hear music, there celebrating my leaving, he thought to himself. He was picked up by a cab and taken to the airport. He was given a ticket for the express flight to Manhattan, once he got there he was picked up by another cab and driven to Long island where, he was told, his new school was.
The cab pulled up to a hill in the middle of a side-street and the driver told him to go up the hill on his left. Drake grabbed his backpack and his rapier and headed over to the hill. Once he reached the top he saw an expansive valley, littered with buildings and a couple of massive strawberry fields, shacks lined up in the shape of a Greek omega formed one part of the grounds, a massive forest filled one whole side of the valley and a dining pavilion was alongside a huge house. There was also a coliseum and what looked like a massive track, but it was much too huge to be a foot track. After a few minutes of just taking in the miniature Greek city, Drake headed down the other side of the hill and down into the Valley.
Once he reached the base of the hill Drake headed into the strange community that spread out before him. As he got closer he saw a familiar face, “Hello Mr. Sithiorn.” Mr. Brunner said “Welcome to Camp Half-Blood.” Drake stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something, but then just gapped at what he saw next. A massive winged black horse flew down and landed next to Mr. Brunner, the boy who dismounted appeared to be about eighteen, he had black hair that glistened a bluish color and his eyes were so blue that it was almost supernatural. “Hay Chiron the Apollo kids shot flaming arrows at the Ares kids and now their fighting each other in the middle of the coliseum and… Who’s the new guy?” The young man asked Mr. Brunner, “Oh,lick my nostril Percy, I’ll deal with that. Would you be so kind as to show Mr. Sithiorn around camp?”
OOC Information
Web Name: Sky Lucien
Contact: Facebook, same name and email
Play by: Sky Lucien