Claiming:Camp/Casey Maier

Name: Casey Norman Dusk

God Parent: Hades

Species: Demigod

Age: 15

Mortal Parent: Skylar Dusk

Appearance: 



As a son of Hades, Casey's appearance is cold and unnerving. He sports a slim frame weighing 140 lbs and standing at 5'11". His skin is a ghostly pale and as a result Casey prefers to keep to the shadows. His sharp grey eyes are like windows looking out on an overcast sky. His intense gaze is enough to send a chill down the spine of even the hardest of warriors. Accompanying this deathly stare is a sharp jawline to accentuate his grim demeanor. His hair is a mop of jet black parted to the right, covering the right eye. His left brow has two peircings as well as do both of his ears. His lips are a thin line, rarely ever curving into a smile. He normally dresses in all black. Not a very friendly mien. He has a number of scars: a white scar across his right palm, the product of clutching a shard of broken glass, deep claw marks between his right shoulder and neck, caused by a hellhound, and burn scars on the entire left side of his torso, caused by the Chimera.

Personality:

Casey is, in a single word, introverted. He is quiet and has a strong distaste for conversation and basically socializing in general. And so he keeps to himself and that's just how he likes it. However, his aversion to social situations should not be mistaken for simple shyness, but rather a conscious decision. This introverted personality enables him to be more introspective and pensive, and as a result he often finds himself swallowed up by his own mentality.

With this persona comes a strong sense of independence. Casey's past has forced him to become naturally distrusting and to only rely on himself. Therefore, he hates cooperation and teamwork, taking more of a preference to acting as a sort of lone wolf.

Despite this solemnity, Casey does in fact possess a moral compass. He always tries to do what he believes is right, though this often contradicts with others' beliefs simply because he has an individualistic mindset. His sense of morality is often viewed as unconventional due to his sense of realism. He understands that the world is not all sunshine and rainbows and thus possesses a willingness to go to great lenghts to follow his own path and do what he believes is best. He is not beyond sacrificing some moral principles for the sake of the greater good.

Casey is very intelligent, though perhaps not on the same level as Athenian demigods. He is rather observative due to his quiet nature and is very reserved when it comes to picking his words. He prefers to get a feel for the situation before speaking out, but when he does it is often not prolonged.

He is also knowledgeable regarding Greek mythology. Lacking a social life, he had plenty of time to kill which he often spent reading. He learned much about Greek mythology and enjoyed the game mythomagic which he still plays in his leisure time. His favorite figurine is that of his father Hades.

History:

Skylar Dusk was a college student studying abroad in London, Uk. It was here that she met the God of the Underworld, Hades, at a local bar. The two immediately hit it off and later went back to Skylar's apartment where they spent the night. When she awoke the following morning it was to solitude. Hades had left during the early morning, disappearing into the night. A simple note was left in his stead, detailing his identity, the necessity of his departure, and a request for her to raise the child well in his absence. A quick test confirmed Hades' claim that she was in fact pregnant. Nine months down the road and Casey was born.

In his early childhood, Casey was raised by his mother while she finished her courses. She worked a number of parttime jobs on the side, but they still struggled to get by. In school Casey never seemed to fit in, being labeled as an outcast early on due to his lack of socializing. He kept to himself, although that didn't stop the other kids from harassing him for being "different" as they called it.

When Casey was ten, Skylar met an American tourist by the name of Terry. After a few months of dating they decided it was time to move back home to America. They took up residence in Boston, MA. Casey didn't mind the change in schools, though he faced the same problems here as he did in London. The kids teased him for dressing in all black and not conforming to the social expectations. He usually brushed it off and kept to himself in silence, although some cases escalated into violence. In these instances, Casey would come away with a few cuts and bruises; his harassers would walk away- assuming they could still walk- with bruises, broken bones, and an assortment of injuries. No matter how much they hurt him, he made sure he hurt them worse. After Skylar and Terry had started dating, Casey had hoped that this guy would be the father he never had. He was not. Terry proved to be temperamental and the alcohol didn't help. As finances grew tight, the drinking increased. The more and more Terry drank himself into a stupor, the more spiteful he became. He frequently made it clear to Casey that he blamed him for the family's troubles because he was holding his mother back. He constantly called him worthless and, when he was really drunk, he was prone to beating. Casey often found himself fleeing the house as much as he could just to be alone.

Meanwhile at school, he managed to make a single friend. Drew was, though unknown to Casey, a satyr sent to find and escort demigods to Camp. Drew was quiet, not so much as Casey, but he minded his own business. Casey liked that. The two got along well enough up until the first monster encounter. Casey was eleven and was walking home with Drew when they stumbled upon a group of sword-weilding Scythian Dracanae. Like, literally stumbled into them. The monsters whirled on them as they stumbled to the ground. He'd seen a monster once before when one of his teachers back in London had appeared to have horns. As a young lad he'd dismessed it as nothing. Drew had told him that he'd explain later, drew his sword and handed Casey a celestial bronze dagger. The two were able to successfully fight off the monsters, with each slaying a serpent. Afterwards, Drew explained to him that Greek mythology was actually reality, that he was a demigod, though of which God was unclear, and that they needed to get to Camp Halfblood. Casey, on the other hand, had other ideas.

Remaining in Boston, Casey had decided, was best. While his life in Boston was nothing worth saving, he was still clinging to his only connection to society. Accepting his celestial blood was, to him, the final straw. All the kids at school would be right- he was a freak. When he was twelve, he was attacked by a trio of hellhounds while he was staying after school for detention. Drew wasn't in school that day and so he was on his own... something he was all too accustomed to. He took off before they could corner him, though a prolonged chase wouldn't last all that long. With the hounds gaining on him, he decided he would face his death with a sense of defiance. He turned back, suddenly angered by the fact that he was going to die in this stink hole. As the first hellhound lunged Casey sidestepped whilst slashing downward, slicing a deep gash in the hound's hide. The beast crumpled and disintegrated. However, there was no time for celebration as the other two hounds caught up to him. Another lunged at him and he barely managed to shift his torso to avoid the attack, though he was quickly set upon by the other beast. He fell to the ground as it lunged at his back, digging its sharp claws into the skin between his neck and his shoulder blade. He screamed and fell to the floor. Rolling around to face the beast, it stood on top of him baring its fangs. Struggling to hold it back by the neck, he quickly slashed its throat and it disintegrated as well. Casey was hardpressed to say that he was winning, but he knew very well that he wouldn't be for long. After all, he'd barely managed to slay the first two. He scrambled to his feet, shifted the dagger to his uninjured hand (left), and braced for the attack. As the hound lunged he shimmied to the side, avoiding injury, but losing his grasp of the dagger as it was knocked away. He turned to the hound and awaited his death. As the hound leapt after him, another blade intercepted it, disintegrating it to ash. At the handle of the sword stood a girl, probably the same age as him, maybe a year older. She introduced herself as Alex, a daughter of Hermes, though this was unbeknownst to her. She took him back to her place where she tended to his wound.

The next day, when he returned from school, Terry was furious. He was, as usual, drunk, though more so than usual. He beat Casey worse than he ever had before and flung his bottle at the boy. The bottle struck the wall spilling booze all over him. He screamed at the boy, yelling for him to hit him, anything to provoke the youth. Casey was defiant, providing his father with a chilling death stare instead. There his father left him to stew in his own shame. As his father left, Casey loosened his grasp and released what he'd been clutching so tightly- a shard of broken glass from his father's shattered bottle. This would leave a white scar across his right palm.

The next day at school, Drew proposed that maybe it was time to make the trip to Camp, but Casey and Alex both rejected the idea. Alex didn't believe that she belonged with the demigods and Casey didn't want to belong. Together the trio would survive on their own. At fourteen, Casey was given a gift. After a terrible day of school he'd gotten into a scrap with three other boys from which he'd earned a black eye- the other boys were no less scathed with bruises and a few broken bones. He was limping home when a dark clothed figure caught his eye. The figure gestured for Casey to follow as it turned into an alley. Against his better judgement, Casey followed. There in that alley stood a man clad in dark robes. Something struck Casey as a little odd though. The jet black hair, the pale complexion...Casey stood under the man's chilling gaze until he withdrew a single object- a silver skull ring. The word Skeletos was etched on the bottom. He handed the ring to Casey who held it awkwardly, unsure what to do with it. In Casey's dubiety, the man spoke out in a deep, raspy voice. "Take it. It will protect you where I cannot." Then, he smiled- not a happy smile, but a cruel, chilling smile similar to Casey's. "Death is a beautiful thing." With that he vanished into the shadows, leaving the boy alone with his thoughts. His mind drifted to his collection of Mythomagic cards, his favorite one in particular, and with the realization of who the figure was Casey suddenly, for once in his life, wished he'd said more. He doubted he would ever meet his father again. With that he decisively closed his fingers around the object, clutching it to his chest.

Later that year they encountered a Giant Scorpion. They were hanging out at the park when the beast had come out of nowhere. Thankfully, it was late in the day, around dusk, and most of the mortals had already left the park. It was the size of a pickup truck, with massive pincers, sharp mandibles, and a long stinging tail. The three split up around the scorpion, attempting to divert its attention from one another. The fight was going well until Alex was struck by one of the scorpion's pincers, sending her barrelling into a nearby tree. The audible crunch from the collision sent chills down Casey's spine. The thought of his only friends falling to this beast infuriated him and he used this silent rage to empower himself. While Drew distracted the beast, Casey came in from behind at full speed, dodging and weaving around the massive whiping tail. He slid beneath the beast, twisting the ring off of his finger as he did so. The ring morphed into a short black stygian iron sword. As he passed underneath the beast's vulnerable underside, he thrust upward, slicing a gash across its abdomen. Coming up in front of the beast, he sidestepped and shimmied past its dual pincers before parrying and sidestepping its deadly stinger. The stinger lodged into the ground, providing a means for Casey to jump, kick off of the tail, and land atop the scorpion. He rodeo-ed the beast as it thrashed about, maintaining his balance through determination. His sword morphed into a spear with a stygian iron spearhead. Finding a segment in the scorpion's exoskeletion, he thrust the spear down hard, piercing the skin beneath. The beast swayed, staggered, and collapsed to the ground unmoving. Casey dismounted, approached the front of the scorpion and jammed the spear between its mandibles. The beast essence was, to his amazement, absorbed by the weapon. Afterwards, his friends questioned him on his new weapon. He simply responded with, "a gift."

The day before his fifteenth birthday Casey got into a fight with Terry. This would be his last fight with his mother's abusive boyfriend. After learning about the boy's friends, Terry insisted that he quit running around with "those losers", then suggested that maybe he should hang out with his own kind (losers). Casey suddenly lost control and began to scream at Terry, calling him a drunk and stating that Terry knew nothing about him which prompted Terry to strike the boy with his bottle of booze. The bottle shattered on contact, bloodying his face with deep cuts. With not an ounce of restraint left, Casey drew his sword and struck down the man of his nightmares.

The next day, when Casey returned home, his mother had overdosed on painkillers- she lay dead on the couch. Casey fled the house, gathered his friends, and told them that he was finally ready to go to camp. After unanimous agreement, the trio stole Skylar's car and Casey drove to Camp with directions from Drew. Sometime during the drive it began to rain, lightly at first. On the road to Camp a silhouette rammed into the car, forcing them off-road. Casey crashed the car and they were forced to travel the rest of the way on foot. As they jogged, Casey took note of rustling bushes and the crunch of twigs- it was clear that something was stalking them. At the foot of Halfblood hill is where they would face their foe. Out of the trees ahead stalked a viscious looking monster with the body and head of a lion, a goat's head extending from its back, and a serpent tail- the Chimera. Casey stood in front with Alex and Drew on either side, out in the open, just two demigods and a satyr to face the Chimera themselves. The Chimera charged and the fight had begun. It was all he could do to avoid the many dangers of this hybrid beast- its ferocious lion fangs, its sharp goat horns, its venomous serpent tail. After a prolonged fight Alex was trembling with fear. To Casey's horror, she took out his leg with the flat of her blade and took off up the hill. As the Chimera converged on him, Drew, witnessing this first hand, distracted the monster, telling Casey to "go get her." Casey took off in pursuit of Alex, not content with allowing her to escape to the sanctuary of Camp. He easily caught up to her and tackled her to the ground. He rolled to his feet, coming up with his sword at the ready. Alex was just a heartbeat behind, coming up with her sword as well. Knowing that his friend didn't have a moment to spare, Casey knew he would have to end this fight quickly. He came at his opponent, all efficiency now. He feinted right and she bit the fake, slashing at his left flank. As she fell into his trap, he parried her sword to the right, then spun off her attack to the left and, utilizing the same technique as she had, took out her leg with the flat of his blade. His sword was coming down before she even hit the dirt, impaling her just as she made contact with the ground. With that taken care of he immediately took off to assist his satyr friend. He arrived just in time to witness the serpent tail sink its teeth into Drew's leg. The satyr cried out only to be silenced by the lion's head which closed its powerful jaws around the satyr's neck. It twisted, snapping his neck with a disturbing crunch. The drizzle had progressed to a downpour by now and the hill had been turned to a mudslide. Casey turned and stumbled up the hill, slipping and sliding in the mud. Despite this, the Chimera bolted past the demigod, blocking his only route to salvation. Coming to a stop, Casey readied himself for the most important fight of his life. The Chimera itself had a few new bloody adornments including a large gash opened up along its flank, presumably by Drew in his final moments. Thinking back to the scene between Drew and the Chimera, he noticed how close the Satyr had had to be to assault the beast. Casey, having second thoughts about his sword, morphed the weapon into a spear with a more favorable reach. With each swipe of its claws Casey would parry with the secondary butt-spike and follow up by continuing to spin the spear around and slashing with the spearhead. He repeated this process until the Chimera was dripping in its own sanguine fluids. However, the Chimera was intelligent and eventually caught on to his tactic. When Casey anticipated a swipe with the claws the beast lashed out instead with its tail, nearly taking his face off. He anxiously parried the serpent downward, but instead of spinning the spear he pulled it towards himself, dragging it across the neck of the serpent. With the serpent tail severed the beast roared and charged once again. Casey parried both claws and followed through with an uppercut with the butt-end of the spear. The lion's head whipped back and Casey leapt into the air, spear poised for a final jab. Instead, the lion's head turned back spewing flames from its mouth, sending the demigod flying down the hill. He rolled in the mud, the flames flickering and dancing across his torso. In the midst of the torrential downpour the flames were extinguished, though the damage was done- they had ravaged the entire left side of his torso. He was slow to rise, though after a minute he was able to get his feet under him. He cluthced his burns in agony and his lips were pursed in pain. The Chimera emitted a low growl and eyed its prey. Casey had heard that one's life flashes before their eyes just before the moment of their death- he'd always wondered if that was true. And in that moment his mind flashed back to London and the kids who teased and mocked him, then to the kids in Boston who harassed and humiliated him at any and every chance they got, then to Terry in a drunken rage, yelling and screaming and hurling a bottle of booze, to Alex betraying him and leaving him for dead, to Drew lying motionless in the mud, an expression of pure terror on his face, then finally to his fathers words. "Death is a beautiful thing." Letting all of the pain and anger wash over him, he shielded himself with his father's words, embracing death. Whether it was his or the Chimera's was irrelevant. One of them was leaving this hill alive, the other would be condemned to the Underworld. As the Chimera made its final charge, Casey unleashed his rage opening a fissure in the ground which began to spew hellfire. Without hesitation he launched his spear into the fray. The Chimera came barrelling through the column of fire, a flaming spear protruding from the mouth of the lion's head. The Chimera's essence was absorbed by the stygian iron spear, which returned to Casey in the form of a ring. He stood perfectly still for a moment before his legs quivered and buckled beneath him. He collapsed in the mud, his burn wounds igniting with pain after his momentary rage subsided. With his right hand he crawled the rest of the way up the hill until he reached the crest. There, a sentry spotted the boy and called for help. A moment later, two silhouetted campers approached, each draped an arm over their shoulders, and they carried him off. He blacked out from the pain before they even crossed the threshold of Camp Halfblood. His last conscious thought was that death seemed to follow the Son of Hades.

Weapons: Skeletós, a skull ring that morphs into a stygian iron sword/spear. In the case that it is lost the ring will reappear on his finger.

Generic21 (talk) 15:00, November 27, 2015 (UTC)