Claiming:Camp/Mark Johnson

Name: Mark "J" Johnson

Gender: Male

God Parent: Hephaestus, Apollo, or Hermes

Mortal Parent: Katie Saunders(Mother)

Tom Johnson(Step-Father)

Appearance: Somewhat short, messy, dirty blond hair. 5'6 height. Normal Clothing: Black sleek glasses, long brown trench coat (Doctor Who 10th Doctor style), notmal white T-shirt, Brown leather shoulder holster (Nathan Drake style), dark blue jeans, and red trainers.

Personality: Mark is obsessed with all technology. He can find and fix almost any problem in any computer, smartphone, or almost any device whether it's physical or in the system. He can also build amazing electronic devices and can make/program things before you can guess what they are. Along with being a video game fannatic he also loves alot of TV series and tends to base his appearance around his favorite characters. He is skilled with most firearms if not all and like to shoot anything that might be a threat. There are many mixed feeling about Mark, some people might say he's troubled and bad person, and other say he's a funny, caring kinda guy. He's a bit of both. Mark is also british.

History:              Whenever I asked my mom about my dad, she tells me one story that is more or less the same every time. She goes on about how hard her months were when she was writing her book. She made a plan to fly from Cardiff to Florida and rent a car. From there she would drive up to New York where she would stay for a few days, exploring the city. Her next stop was planned to be Las Angeles but she had to stop a few times to rest, or write something down that could be a good idea for a new book. It was at a rest stop that she met my dad. She was deep in thought, writing ideas down when someone knocked on her car window, she always laughed at that part and told me it was because she jumped and fell over when he knocked. She almost didn’t open her door because of complete embarrassment, but she did. This is the part in the story where she wouldn’t talk very much, just thinking, she never gave my straight answers about my father. I’d ask

 “Well? What did he look like? What was he like?” and she’d always say the same thing:

 “Like a character in my books…..like a god…” and that was all I got. Then she’d keep explaining, she opened her door and found the man laughing hysterically, leaning on the hood, she said he apologized many times but it took him awhile to get over the fit. Once he was finished he cleared his throat, put out his hand to shake and said his name (which my mom has never told me). They shook hands and he got to business, asking if my mother could back her car up a few feet so he could park his big rig. She did as he asked and he came back to thank her, but he also noticed she was writing. It turned out that he knew something about books as well, and asked if she’d like to talk.

             “It was like he was trying to impress me!” my mother would always say, but I think he actually was. They talked for quite some time and they became instantly friendly towards each other, she liked this man. After a few hours it was turning dark so my mom asked for his phone number to call him sometime.

             “To talk about books of course.” My mother would always blush when I laughed at that part. But it turned out he also lived in Cardiff, despite not being British. After she woke up from her sleep, the truck was gone, so my mother continued her trip with no more interruptions, making her way to Las Angeles, to San Francisco, to Calgary, Alberta, and to Victoria, British Colombia. Once she got back to Cardiff she had hundreds of ideas for new books written down, and she was ready to start right away, but she called the man she met on the road. She asked if he could meet her at her flat, he agreed of course and came over. My mom wanted to do a book about him, so she asked him for his life story. She never told me what he said, just that it was amazing. That’s when things got serious. They dated for a while and after a few months they decided to have a baby, me. My dad only stayed for a month before he left, my mother understood but I didn’t. We lived in Cardiff for 10 years. During that 10 years I struggled through school, having dyslexia and ADHD is most definitely not fun, although I learned that most people don’t expect much from you. The only subject I liked and was good at was history, more specifically Greek and Roman mythology. Since I was a strange kid, always using electronics and building things, I was always good with machines and electronics, I could fix them and upgrade them before I knew what I was doing. I was also good with the internal parts of electronics; I’ve coded over 40 programs and made 3 games since I learned how to do it.

  I started having thoughts like ‘what if it isn’t just myths?’ and ‘what if I’m a demigod?’ after thinking that I started having new thoughts that went a lot like this: ‘I’m officially insane.’ And ‘I need to check myself into a mental ward.’ Everything was fine and dandy until my mother wanted a change, out of all the places she’d seen on her trip, she wanted to move to a new place, a new country. She wanted to move to a small town outside of Calgary Alberta, a place called Olds. I was perfectly ok with moving, I had nothing special here, and I wanted to see if they really said “Eh” After every sentence, even though I doubted they did. We moved to a small acreage just outside of town. Canada was much better than Cardiff, it was only a year after we moved and my mom had made a friend, Tom Johnson. He taught us how to shoot, I was a natural, it took little training before I always hit my target, a perfect shot, and then we went hunting. I knew my mom liked Tom but after seeing how good he was with me, I guess something clicked in her brain. They started going out and everything was perfect, Tom was one of those active dads who honestly liked to spend time with their kids.

 It was just coming up to my 14th birthday, Tom and my mom were now engaged, and Tom got me the best birthday present ever. He knew I was a way into video games and really liked the “Devil May Cry” games, so he bought me 2 Colt 1911’s. One was all black except for the detailed trigger, safety, hammer and clip which were gold, it also had ‘Ebony’ engraved in red along the left side of the barrel. The other was normal silver other than the same gold details and a white grip, it had ‘Ivory’ engraved in red on the right side of the barrel. I checked the magazine and it was loaded but the bullets were dark, like the color of a penny. He asked if I wanted to shoot, I agreed and ran upstairs to my room to get my shoulder and hip holsters, the shoulder holster was dark brown leather and looked exactly like ‘Nathan Drake’ uses in the “Uncharted” games. Once we got outside I instantly aimed and took down five targets in amazing speed, then I saw something impossible. She looked like a normal woman if you could get passed the scaly green skin and snakes for legs. I froze in fear, Tom looked at me; wondering why I stopped shooting, then he followed my line of sight. The thing was rushing closer and I didn’t move. Tom snatched ‘Ivory’ from my hand and shot it right in between the eyes, but instead of a body dropping, it turned to fiery dust. I came out of my shock and looked up at Tom, completely bewildered.

 “In the house,” he rushed as he handed me the gun, “pack a bag and come downstairs. Quickly.” I didn’t need to be told again, I ran upstairs, grabbed my glasses, my long brown trench coat that I bought for a ‘Doctor Who’ cosplay, my backpack, and my gun case. I put Ebony and Ivory in the case, took off the holsters and threw them in the bottom of the pack, grabbed another set of clothes and threw then in there with them. I put on the coat and shoved the glasses into the inside pocket and ran downstairs where I found them waiting. On the counter in front of them was a wad of cash and two small leather pouches. Tom explained about demigods/Half-Bloods and the gods (and that he was a Half-Blood as well) and the monsters and explained about camp Half-Blood and camp Jupiter, he also told me about the weird bullets in my new guns, they were made of Celestial Bronze and Imperial Gold, the two most common things that can kill monsters. We ran out to Tom’s pick-up truck and started driving to Calgary. Once we got to the airport we booked me a ticket to New York, my mom and Tom already told me about how to find the camp. Before I boarded, Tom put something into my backpack and said,

 “I had the pouch on the right side of your shoulder holster outfitted so that you just have to wish for a specific handgun or ammunition and it will give it to you, it will also let you have arrows if you need them. I also put my iPhone in there, just don’t use it as a phone, if it comes to close combat open the app called “Getting Close” and it will turn into a Celestial Bronze sword, to close it just tap the blade twice and ask for it to turn back. It can also turn into a full laptop, just ask ‘Siri’.” Then he took my shoulder and walked me to the plane. Once I landed I rushed out of the airport and started wandering the city for a while, looking for anything to do with Half-Bloods. After an hour of looking I found a store called "Magical Items for All Your Half-Blood Needs". I walked inside and went straight to the counter, the cashier looked like a normal human being, which was a huge relief, I asked directions to camp, but he yelled at me like I was his new #1 enemy. I apologized and asked what he had that was popular. He pulled out a pair of glasses.

 “They work in any situation; at night it’ll look like daytime, in a dark place they’ll let you see as if the whole place is lit up!” to be honest they sounded pretty cool, and I wanted them. I pulled out the two leather pouches that Tom gave me, “demigod cash”. I opened them both up and took 1 coin from each and showed them to the cashier and asked which he wanted, he pointed to the Gold Drachma and wanted five of them. I walked out of the store and kept walking, that’s when I spotted a group of people running out of an alley. There was 1 satyr, exactly like Tom described, and 2 people, probably demigods. I cursed myself for keeping my guns in my pack, but I did have Tom’s phone. I started to run and pulled it out of my pocket and opened the app “Getting Close” and the bronze sword appeared, I caught up to the group and ran along.

 “You guys headed to Camp Half-Blood?” I asked while looking around for whatever they were running from. When I looked back at them they were all looking at me like I was some sort of freak. ‘Probably the trench coat’ I thought to myself. They all nodded in agreement and the satyr started to talk.

 “Come with us.”

 And so I went, we made it to camp and I’m standing by a tree.

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Weapons: Ebony and Ivory, Sword Phone

Possessions: Magic gun shoulder holster, hip gun holster, Ebony and Ivory, magic smartphone, and special glasses, pouch of Golden Drachmas and Siver Denarii.

Agent spyguy (talk) 19:21, February 8, 2013 (UTC)