Claiming:Camp/Tony Nochenueva

 Name: Tony Nochebuena

 Gender: Male

 God Parent: Hephaestus, Hades, Deimos

 Mortal Parent: Ale Nochebuena

 Age: 17

 Appearance: Really big, tall, buff, stocky and muscular 6ft 2in

 Personality: Happy-go-lucky guy. Even if his appearance doesn't seem like, he is a very caring person. At first people think he uses sarcasm more than he should, but when you get to know him he is really funny. He loves to read and exercise intensily (his two favorite hobbies). He is impressively smart.

 History: 

 Parents Meeting:

 Mom met my father soon after she had her master's degree in graphic design. She was really good at it but she did every design about machines. She was in the cinema in Guadalajara, Jalisco, her hometown and Hector (as he presented himself) sat in the seat behind her. She accidentally and automatically got her hand into Hector's popcorn and she saw what she was doing and how Hector was looking at her she appologized greatly. They started talking and both were really interested between them. They talked and talked until the people kicked them out of the room.

 He invited her to go to dinner with him and well, mom as a good girl, didn't refuse. They continued going out for a few weeks until they did "it". When she discovered she was pregnant of twins she told Hector, and he told her about everything. Then he gave her one big and two small chunks of CB, the one was long and thin, and the others were little rectangular-prism-like. He told her to give them to us, and thatwe would know what to do with them.

 Early Childhood:

 Since little I was really interested in sports as well as Steven, my twin brother. We got along really well. We played sports between us until we could'nt stand more. When we were 7 we got into the popular group. Steven was the rebel and I was the good guy. Steven would always get us both in trouble, but I always followed him, since Steven was my role model. We would travel through many places of México, such as: Cancún, Nuevo Vallarta, Los Cabos and La Paz. I had a peacefull and good childhood, until, well the attack happened.

 First Monster Attack:

 Mom gave us the CB chunks and told us that we would find out what to do with them at 11 years. Somehow, we inmediatley started working on deadly weapons, even though we din't know what we would do with them. Steven got the long, thin chunk, and he did a spear. While I got the two small ones and made two daggers. It was an innate abbility of us, somehow we did it without effort. We had a little room in that house that was like a forge, where we made them. My daggers had a mechanism that if I put the two blades crossed, they would turn into a wristband with a design of two crossed blades. I called them λαθραία and αίμα unnintentionally, which it was in Spanish "Sigilo" and "Sangre",and in English "Stealth" and "Blood". I always carried them with me.

 2 years passed and Steven and Somehow even though Steven was the older one, I grew taller than him, but not stronger or bigger in muscle mass. We were fourteen and he looked already like a fitness model, with ripped six-pack abs, rock-hard pecs and high-peaked biceps. Maybe he didn't grow as much as I did due to his intense weight-lifting. Anyway, Steven and I were coming walking back home from our boxing class and in the way home we saw a big scorpion coming toward us, no, not big, a giant scorpion the size of a car came toward us. We inmediatley knew what to do: show time. We started fighting with it and with its pincers started to crush bargage cans and bicycles. Until steven impaled him with all his strength in a soft underside and it dissolved into golden dust.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> Coming to camp:

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> We were extremely exhausted and a bit scared. Each year the same happened, except the mosters where different: once there was a fire breathing horse, then there were two telkhines, then two harpies, and finally, I don't know how but a dog with two faces attacked us (now I now the names of all monsters and the dog was Orthrus). After all this we told our mom what had happened and she spat the truth. We were demigods.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> She told us about a camp that we needed to go to. That was in the U.S. in NY, so basically we bought tickets for Austin TX, were we met another demigod named Jake. He was really funny and outgoing. We fought an empousa in Atlanta. And two dracaenae when we were almost at camp. That's when it happened: Steven died, and I couldn't say goodbye. We got to camp a week ago.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> Weapons: Two CB daggers (one in each hand) with snake venom in the blade. He made them himself with a chunk of CB that Hephaestus gave to Ale when she conceived him.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Helvetica;"> DrXax (talk) 12:36, March 18, 2014 (UTC)