Claiming:Camp/Dustin Amos

YorkieWolf (talk) 00:47, March 24, 2015 (UTC)

Name:Dustin Amos

Gender:Male

God Parent:Eros, Apollo, Zeus

Mortal Parent:Sandra Robinson

Age:17

Appearance:Model~Ryan Lochte

Personality:He is cocky, lazy, and quite irritating. Dustin finds that he is better than others. Most will find him to be quite the jockstrap, and he is hard to like. Girls like his smoothness and looks, but generally, stay away. He’s a bad boy, and will only care for taking a turn at your body. Dustin is mean, rude, and condescending. He doesn’t give a crap about anyone. There is no one he loves. He’s just a negative presence overall, and one to be wary with. There may be some general goodness and compassion in him, but if there is, it’s very deeply hidden. He is a gym rat, and a giant flirt

History: Sandra Robinson was a flower shop owner. She was indescribably pretty, and attracted the attention of many gentleman callers. One such gentleman caller was non other than Frederick Amos, a local suave mob boss. The other, of course, was the god of love.

Sandra made the mob boss go good, sending her presents and money and other nice things. She found him to be sweet and attractive, but she wasn’t so interested. Instead, she had her eye on the new guy in town: Jasper James. Of course, that wasn’t his real name, but it was his alias. She fooled around with both though, and was officially dating Frederick.

Naturally, this did not end well. Sandra ended up with a baby in the belly, and Frederick, thinking it was his, asked her to marry him. Seeing no other way to provide herself and the baby, she accepted. Jasper was upset, but he understood. It seemed he may have had similar circumstances in his own life…….

Sandra died giving birth to baby Dustin. Hearing stories from his henchmen, Frederick looked into Dustin’s parentage. He found the boy was not his, and was outraged. He decided the best revenge would be to raise him as his own. After all, he practically was his own.

Dustin grew up believing Frederick was his father. Frederick told him his mother was just some stripper from the street, and he should be happy he’d taken him in. So, he was. Frederick raised him on the principles that body was life, women were dogs, and that the world owed him. He beat Dustin, and gave him no real love. As only a kid could, Dustin soaked this in like a sponge, feeling that lack of real love was the norm. He became condescending, and a real jerk. No one wanted to be friends with such a guy, except others like him. Because Frederick was a mob boss, Dustin had all the money a guy could need, and splurged endlessly.

One of Fredericks henchmen, Nani, taught him how to box, how to swim, how to fire a gun, and how to survive on the streets. The lessons may have been ridiculous for the time, considering Dustin lived in the lap of luxury, but Nani warned him he could be the heir to the empire. So, Dustin trained, and got his body into serious shape.

By twelve, Dustin already had at least ten girlfriends, five of which he’d dated at the same time. By now he’d gained a reputation for being a bad boy, and was popular because of his vast wealth. Many knew who his ‘father’ was, and were wary of him. He became a bit of a bully, and owned the school. Dustin would’ve been one of those kids who smoked or drank or took drugs, but the possibility of him becoming The heir to the mob weighed on his mind. He needed to be fit, and he needed to be strong. Addictions would only get in his way.

By fourteen, Dustin was too much to handle. He was on the swim team and the football team, in varsity. Girls couldn’t help but be attracted. He chewed them up and threw them out like gum. It was about time a monster attacked him. He needed some humbling. He was walking down an avenue when he saw a reptilian lady in revealing clothes standing in the corner. Sure, she seemed weird, but he wanted some of that. He came up to her, very prepared to flirt, when she attacked him. She clawed and raked, and he screamed like a little girl. He managed to run away, a close call he wouldn’t forget soon.

At around fifteen, Dustin got a REAL girlfriend, named Samantha. She was quite feisty, and he couldn’t help but be actually like her. This was a small turning point in his life, for he’d never had anyone who actually cared for him, nor he them. He should’ve known, Samantha was just like him. It was all ruined when he caught her cheating on him with the quarterback of the rival school. Any kind of personal growth made crumpled, and he became worse than he already was. All he knew was, there was no such thing as love, and that selflessness was over rated.

Also around this time, Dustin had his second monster attack. He’d been in a sushi house and had gone to the bathroom. There, he was attacked by a harpy cleaning lady. She scratched, clawed, and tried to eat him. It was quite a mess. Someone must’ve taken pity on the jockstrap, for a celestial bronze sword appeared by one of the stalls. Dustin saw it glimmer, and jumped to get it. He grabbed the handle, and jabbed blindly. The harpy disintegrated. Going home, Fredericks men thought Dustin had been in a fight with some tough dudes, maybe even rival mobs. They gave him a sort of grudging respect, and cleaned him up. They weren’t neophytes at healing injured men.

At around sixteen, Dustin was shipped off to New York City for a private school. He’d tired of the girls in his hometown, and Frederick wanted him to get a more well rounded feel. Especially if he were to take over. The sword he had turned into a tattoo, so most just thought Dustin had gotten a new sword tattoo. He’d figured this out when, after the fight, the sword disappeared, and he found a new tattoo on his arm. He didn’t pretend to understand, but knew it was to his benefit.

So, at the new boarding school, he had new conquests, new pretend friends, new fame, and a new city to get used to. This made him more vulnerable than before. At one point, when he was walking home from a night of mischief in the meatpacking district, a shadow was following him down the road. At first, he thought nothing of it, but it’s hard to ignore a shadow when it attacks you. As it turns out, the shadow had been a hell hound. His Sword tattoo became a real sword, and he slashed at the monster mightily. It bellowed, and disintegrated, but he’d been left with a gash in his side. Heading to the hospital, orderlies were suspicious of Dustin’s state. He waved them off with money, but some news leaked enough to reach Camp-Half Blood. A satyr was sent to investigate this new lead on a demigod.

A new student soon transferred to Dustin’s school. His name was Jared, and Dustin made his life living hell. He picked on him and bullied him, not knowing Jared was his satyr. Jared disliked Dustin with a passion, but he had a job to do. He needed to search the lead on a demigod.

When Dustin was about 17, Jared discovered, to his horror, Dustin was the demigod. A myrmeke had attacked Dustin on the football field while he was taking a breather under the stands. Jared, being the water boy, saw the attack. Dustin managed to duck and roll, and, with his sword, slash at the monsters belly, disintegrating it. Jared had no choice but to inform Dustin of who he was, and take him to the Camp. Dustin was incredulous at first, even making fun of Jared for being crazy, but the Satyr horns and the accumulation of monster fights made it more believable. Dustin sent a letter to his ‘father’, and he went to Camp Half-Blood with his former victim. He became quite confused when his godly parent turned out to be Eros, a male. Now, he is on a quest to find out the truth of his birth, and hook up with as many camp girls as he can.

Weapons:celestial bronze sword that turns into a tattoo.