Claiming:Camp/Roulette

Name: Roulette

Gender: Male

Creator: Persephone and Aphrodite

Appearance:

Personality: Although he has amnesia, Roulette is kind, childish, and gleeful, but also sarcastic and snobby at times. Roulette is a very curious person, thirsting for the knowledge of the new world since he was a rose for a very long time. Even though he can speak fluent English, he cannot read English, only understanding Ancient Greek and gets frustrated easily. When something doesn't go his way, he throws a fit and gets angry, but calms himself down. He is very sensitive and delicate. If someone were to say something rude about him, he'd become depressed at take their word seriously. However, Roulette doesn't like it when his friends are sad, so he tries to cheer them up any way he can.

Since the new age music is very new to him, he pretty much listens to anything he finds good and will listen to anything - and most likely - anything. He loves to try new things and learning new things. Roulette also loves to make new friends.

Since Roulette loves to try new things, he has many hobbies he wants to improve in. He gets excited very easily and very ambiguous; he dreams big, and thanks to his optimism, he never gives up and never lets you down.

He loves fashion and dying his hair to express himself. Sometimes he has hair trouble, considering his hair is rather curly. Since Roulette is a rose spirit, he walks around with a rose in either his hair or body.

If Roulette tries to remember something too hard, he gets a chronic headache and has to take pain medication to relieve the terrible pain. If not, he begins to cry and scream in pain if it becomes too much. Roulette likes to spend his time outside in the forest and his favorite season is Spring.

When he sees a flower die, it brings him sadness and mourns for the poor flower. Roulette also loves it when it rains, occasionally irresponsibly running around in the rain and sliding in the mud. When it storms he retreats inside and puts in earbuds to block out the sound of thunder since he also has a fear of lightning.

History: Around 3095 BC in Ancient Greece, there came a period of the mortals' lives where romance was blooming. Love was in the air, and that was a time where partners gave their lovers a gift; a rose. As much as Aphrodite or Persephone didn't mind flowers to be given to mortals as gifts, it was how they mistreated them that filled them with worry. Plucking off the petals, not giving the poor flowers water, etc. So, when spring rolled around, the two goddesses created a flower spirit, Chrysanthos, guardian of the roses. Persephone gave him the task of watching the flowers and help the mortals with keeping them alive, and as for Aphrodite, she gave Chrysanthos the task of befriending and teaching the mortals how to garden. With his tasks set in mind, Chrysanthos complied.

It wasn’t difficult for Chrysanthos, Aphrodite blessed him with beautiful, youthful looks and generous personality. Persephone, with the help of Athena, blessed him with the knowledge of gardening, social skills, and how mortals acted. Chrysanthos was loved by some, but envious by most, since people thought he was perfect, but in reality, Chrysanthos was nothing more than a childish boy inside a grown adult body. But, as he grew, the more mature he became. He had fears and flaws just like anyone else. He messed up sometimes, and he failed sometimes, but it was a learning process that helped him grow stronger.

Since Chrysanthos could never age, he taught mortals of planting and taking care of gardens for many years, and it grew pretty large enough that he had a small class of people - children to adults - who were taught by him. Many people were thrilled about the outcomes of their gardens, he did make a few enemies, but it wasn’t his fault. A group of reckless kids came by one night and destroyed gardens out of dark humor. When Chrysanthos tried to sort things out, the kids merely spit in his face and ran, laughing. Chrysanthos mourned for the plants, but he realized that the kids didn’t ruin a particular garden - a garden of various plants, and even, roses. With hope in mind, the town helped each other fix their gardens, and eventually sought out the group of kids who destroyed the gardens.

When Chysanthos was 3,000 years old, just as things were brightening up for the boy, a young man named Joshua grew so envious of how Chysanthos looked, how he was loved, and his personality, that he became stand off-ish and crude to Chrysanthos. And one night, Joshua finally had enough of the rose spirit and his beauty, so, as Chysanthos was tending his garden of roses, he snuck up behind him and beat him up, so his body was covered in bruises and cut. Chrysanthos desperately tried to escape, but his attacker was stronger than him. Punching Chrysanthos in the stomach to keep him still, the man raped him. The man watched as Chrysanthos sobbed and pleaded to let him go. When he tried to call out for help, the man slapped him harshly and covered his mouth. Finishing, he watched Chysanthos whimper, sob and quiver in place for a few minutes, enjoying the scene, before grabbing a brick, and slamming it down to his skull, letting him bleed out slowly.

As the man began to escape, Persephone and Aphrodite grew furious that someone would do that. So, the goddesses cursed him as punishment. Persephone’s curse was he grew thorns on his body and felt like he was stepping on thorns, and Aphrodite’s curse was he looked disgusting in other people’s eyes. As Chysanthos was dying, he begged and pleaded to his creators to help him - to save him. Both goddesses pitied him, and so, Aphrodite requested Apollo to heal him. And since this is not was Persephone had in mind for the spirit, she requested Mnemosyne to have his memory wiped. Once both deeds have been done, Persephone turned Cysanthos in a rose, and he slept for 1,000 years, Persephone moving the rose in a more saver haven.

When the spirit turned back to human form, he had no clue where he was, nor who he was. All he knew was who created him and what he was. As the boy wandered around, Aphrodite appeared before him. She spoke to the boy, telling his name was Roulette and he was very close to a place where he would be safe from any harm. Roulette’s eyes brightened, excited to go to this place. Aphrodite helped lead him to the haven, to Camp Half Blood. Roulette felt like he was walking for ages, but finally, he arrived.

Weapons: None