Claiming:Camp/Nicholas Theriault

Name: Nicholas Theriault

Gender: Male

Species: Demi-god

Accent: Cajun

1. Hecate

2. Nyx

3.Nemesis

Mortal Parent: Avit Theriault

Appearance: Scruffy beard and mustache, shaven head except for long mohawk, kept swept down the right side of his face. pierced ears, usually with half rings in. Barbed wire necklaces, as well as sewn into most jackets. Dark brown, almost black eyes, with pale skin that almost glows in the moonlight. Muscular build, with a height of just over 6'7".

Personality: Mysterious, mostly preferring to answer a question with one of his own. Slow to anger, but quick to deliver justice as he sees fit. Mostly keeps to himself, although he does enjoy the company of a few close friends.

Parents: Nick's dad owns an occult shop selling herbs, fabrics, spell books, and incantations, which is located in the French Quarter of New Orleans. On a hot July day, Nick's mother, then calling herself Prisca Benoit, wandered into the shop. Being a demi-titan, Avit recognized that Prisca was some sort of immortal the minute she walked into his shop, but said nothing, as he was not sure exactly who she was. Hecate knew there was something about this man that she liked, and it wasn't just the obvious power and knowledge flowing off of him, or the fact that he was a half-blood. She decided she wanted to know more, and came to his shop every day for the next two weeks, asking about him, his personal life, and his dreams of the future. When Avit asked Prisca if he could teach her a thing or two about the occult, she ended up teaching him. Whilst doing this Hecate reavealed her true identity to Avit. Not only how to do real magic, but also how to shield himself and others from monsters by using The Mist, so as to avoid the almost yearly attacks he was facing. He later used this skill to protect him and his young son. Soon he insisted that he could still teach her a few things, and one thing led to another. Within a month, Hecate found herself pregnant, and Avit was left with the young child, Nicholas.

History: Growing up in the French Quarter of New Orleans wasn't easy for Nick. In addition to going to one of the most prestigious Catholic schools in the city, Nick's father, Avit, ran a large occult shoppe below their house. As if that wasn't enough to make the school's administrators and students dislike him, Nick and his father practiced what Avit called "The Old Ways."

Instead of praying to just one god, Avit sent his prayers towards what he called 'The One,' a magical entity that existed within a pantheon of others, all devoted to different aspects of life as we know it.

Two years after Nick was born, something rocked our world, and Avit became very agitated, telling Nick that his mother had come back, warning Avit that Nick was not going to have an easy life, especially now that the Old Ones had lost yet again. From that day on, Avit starting putting herbs and philtres into Nick's food, saying that they would help "shield him."

When Nick was 15, it happened. The preist at his school melted. Well. Sort of. It turned into what he later found out was an Ipotane- Half man, half horse, like a centaur, but with two legs. It was during his graduation ceremony, as he had skipped a few grades before going to De La Salle. Through a long and dangerous battle, Nick managed to dodge arrow after arrow, finally taking one in the left shoulder, causing him to lose use of that arm.

When this happened, Nick thrust out his other arm, intending to ask the creature to stop. Instead, white-hot energy came from his palm, burning the creature alive until there was nothing left but dust. At this point Nick looked around, and knew there was no way he was going to get out of this one. In New Orleans, there is already a strong hate for the Cajun people, but after seeing so many of his classmates lying motionless, knocked unconcious or worse, Nick just wanted to go home.

Though he was already almost exhausted, he started walking home through the hole in the wall that his explosion had caused, hearing the sirens in the distance. However, as soon as he stepped through the wall, he stepped into darkness. Being as exhausted as he was, he kept walking for a few steps. After a vist from a hooded man with faces sewn into his robes, he stepped into the light once again, finding himself - impossibly, on a boat full of children in orange t-shirts. In the background was a city he had only seen in photographs. New York City. As he fell, Nick dreamed of what the hooded man had told him. "You're in danger Nicholas. And your mother can't help you with this. So I will. You're in the right place. Do not flee - for now."

Nick has been at the camp ever since then (putting him at roughly 18 years old, if the Febuary date is still good). The campers dragged him to the Infirmary where he lay, half dead, for 3 days and 3 nights. When he finally awoke, he was given a talking to from several counselors and the camp head, making sure he wasn't a spy.

He was claimed shortly after that by his godly mother, (insert name here), and has been living at the camp ever since, with occasional video calls back to his father.

Weapons: Small steel or CB bullets to be thrown or slung with various interchangeable weapons