Zdude140's characters

Name: Zachary Roy Elessar

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Eyes: An electric blue, a cyanish color.

Hair: Dark Blonde hair down to his shoulders.

Height: 5’11

Body Type: Slim, but he has dense muscles.

Skin Color: White, but not too pale.

God Parent: Zeus

Mortal Parent: Anna Elessar

Powers (must relate to god parent; optional): He can fly for about ten seconds, and can reach an altitude of fifty feet. This is when he’s very concentrated, so he can hardly do it with his ADHD. He can summon three lightning bolts a day. He can create electricity to a certain extent, as he can shoot a 60 bolt volt out of his sword or any point he has up to 10 times a day, but it’s not nearly as powerful as his lightning bolt. He can also control the air (a quick gust, only around .5- 1.5 seconds), and at maximum can push up to 150 pounds a couple up to ten feet away, but he could only do this five times a day. He is resistant to electricity.

Flaws: Would risk his life for anyone (even enemies), has a fear of any big body of water (such as a lake, the ocean, and deep enough rivers.), and he bottles his anger. He can also be very stubborn.

Pets: Has a golden eagle, which can send letters around and stuff. Its name is Jet.

Weapon: Zack has two celestial bronze long swords that are electrifying, which he dual wields. They turn into two mechanical pencils.

Talents or skills: A born leader, and a very superb swordsman. Also good at anything dealing with the air, such as flying a Pegasus.

RP Example:
“Ugh…” Zack groaned as he woke up. He looked out side his window. It was already a bright day out.
“How long did I sleep in?” He asked himself, as he looked at his alarm clock. It was 9:00 am.
“Great.” He mumbled, as he rolled out of bed and ran his fingers through his long hair. It was a good thing it was a weekend, he had the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted to. After putting his gear on, he steeped outside of his cabin. It was a nice day out, not too cold, not too hot. He silently decided to go to the training area and practice against a straw dummy. After Zack stretched his muscles, he took out his sword and started to attack it swiftly in between its armor.
“Touché!” Zack said, as he imagined the dummy swinging its sword. He parried the swings. After he dodged an imagined swing to his head, Zack swung horizontally at its neck. The straw head rolled away.
“Good show, my lad. Good show.” He patted at the straw man’s shoulders, walking off to the bathroom where he could shower.

Biography: Zack was born in Elgin, Illinois and lived there with his mom until the age of ten. They then moved to New York, close to Camp half blood, as his mother knew she would eventually have to let Zack go there. For two years he went to school until a satyr, named Nicholas, told him of his heritage. He was then rushed to Camp Half-Blood, where he fought and killed a Scythian Dracanae on the way, though hardly surviving. He has lived at Camp Half Blood ever since, and here he trains regularly and is often alone to philosophize.

Any notes about your characters: When his anger bursts, he goes into a rage for about ten minutes, where he uses all of his powers. After this, he blacks out. He's also rather gentlemanly.

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