Claiming:Camp/Guedo Kim

Name: Guedo Kim

Age: 16

Gender: Male

God Parent:

1. Astraeus

2. Ares

3. Hephaestus

Mortal Parent: Hae-Ok Kim (Mother)

Appearance: Short black hair, deep brown eyes, kind of muscular/well built. Around 5'11-6'0, depending on who you ask.

Personality: Overly curious, enough that it often gets him into trouble. Generally nice, although if you really get on his nerves, he can snap and become extremely hostile to those around him.

History: Hey there! My name is Guedo. The higher-ups want me to write down my entire life story, so.. Here goes nothing.

I was born in South Korea on February 29, 2000. When I was two months old, my mother decided to emigrate to the United States, and brought me with her. I spent six years in Maryland before my mom found better work up north in New York, and I was dragged along after her.

I grew up around many sports, but one sport always stuck. When I was 8, I actually begun boxing. Sure, I wasn't great. I was actually really bad but I got super into it. I quickly learned techniques and began sparring with some of the older kids, once or twice KOing the 15 year old students. I wanted to become a pro boxer at that point at it was a goal I worked on, and am still working towards.

When I was 11, I was attacked. I was hanging out with one of friends, a 15 year old who had moved to New York for some prep school or something. (I found out later that he found out he was a Half-Blood and came to Camp.) I guess the monster was too tempted by the smell of two Half-Bloods sitting in one place, but this creature just pounced on me from the shadows. While about to attack me, the friend who I had been playing with simply tackled the damn thing. I was so freaked out and I just froze up, scared pant less. I hadn't seen the creature ever before and I had hoped I would never have to see it again, but I was in this moment, watching this 15 year old kid face off against this creature. I watched, absolutely terrified as my friend drew a sword from nowhere and began to push the creature back, as if the blade he carried struck fear into the beast. (I later found out it was a Celestial Bronze sword enchanted into his bracelet.)

The beast was eventually fought off and everything was explained to me in quite possibly the worst way possible. All I remember was hearing "So you're this thing called a half-blood and you're most likely under attack and quite possibly going to die. That was a Hellhound, and you're lucky I was there to help you. Otherwise, you'd be dead now. I'm gonna talk to your mom to get her to send you to Camp Half-Blood, at Half Blood Hill, in New York." I was handed a small card and taken inside the house by my friend. The card only said "Half-Blood Hill, New York." And gave the exact address of the Camp. My mom was not really up for the idea but decided it would be a good idea to send me to Camp, but not yet. A few more years in a normal reality was the decided consensus. Of course... normal wasn't very normal. I was given a Celestial Bronze dagger, told to never use it, unless there was another creature. I was called "the crazy kid" when I would freak out about a Harpy attack, or being chased down by a Hellhound, only cause no one else could see them. I guess I got used to being called a freak and crazy. Those few more torturous years ended up being 5 years. After those 4 years, I finally managed to convince my mom to send me to Camp, for my safety and for theirs. My mom was reluctant but after some arguing and begging, she paid for my bus ticket, helped me pack my bag, and drove me to the bus station to go to New York.

Weapons: Celestial Bronze Dagger and a Celestial Bronze bladed katana.