Claiming:Camp/Jared Marr

Name: Jared Marr

Gender: Male

God Parent: Nemesis, Nyx, Eris

Current Age: 18 years of age

Mortal Parent: Drake Marr

Appearance: Striking black hair with lifeless gray eyes, 5'10, 133 lbs.

Personality: I have learned to control all my emotions except for anger, of which I quickly fall into. I only speak when spoken to, when something is needed to be said, or if I have allowed my anger to consume me. I try to avoid girls, as I think them tiresome. My trust is hard to come by, but when it is earned it becomes unfailing.

History: Dear Reader,

If you are reading this it either means you are in my room without asking or I'm dead. No matter the way you found this, you shouldn't be reading it. I truly feel cursed having this journal as I've never written in it, yet there are words. My damn mother, forgive me Mother, gave me this when she left, along with the necklace around my neck. Before I get to those, though, I should probably tell the meeting of my parents.

My father would always say it was a dark night, a night without stars, in Vancouver, WA. A woman approached him, a woman of awestruck beauty. He had began to speak but stumbled over his own tongue. She chuckled more to herself than at him and said, "I've been watching you Drake, ever since you left that drink behind." My father was puzzled by this, but yet, didn't fight back as she dragged him away that night.

The morning after my birth, only this journal and my necklace remained of her. What confused Father more was the name "Jared" scrolled across the inside cover, with the inscription, "For his soon to pass fourteenth birthday..." My father always kept these under lock and key, counting the years to my fourteenth birthday. And on that day everything changed...

Father woke me up at exactly 6:30 in morning, and told me we were going to the "place where it all began". Oh, if he had only known... Before we left he gave the items my mother left behind. We both got into the car and drove literally five blocks down, when the front end of the car crumpled inwardly. The clock read fifty-six after the hour.

When I looked outside no other cars were on the road... Just a... a... Was that a Manticore?! I felt fear begin to bubble to the top, but I quickly suppressed it, and cleared my head. Then an aura passed over me, causing me to temporarily pass out. When i came to the car was now upside down, the low growl of the Manticore could be heard outside. In my head I heard my mother's voice. I don't know how, but I knew it was her's.

"Jared... The necklace... Jared... Use the necklace..."

"Oh, yeah a lot of help, Mom!" I yelled back, my anger get the best of me. The guttural growls became louder in response. I quickly took off my necklace and noticed the circular pattern wasn't completely inline. Turning it to match the other framework, I nearly took off my head... with a bronze short, curved, one-sided bladed sword.

I crawled out from beneath the vehicle, dodging a clawed paw, which I hacked at with my increased temper. The Manticore turned to dust, covering my hair and the asphalt upon which it had stood. Behin me I heard the sound of hooves, and spun a three-sixty, ready for another attack.

"Whoa, easy! You can hurt me with that! You should probably do the opposite of what you originally did." I turned the pattern, that was now placed on the hilt of my weapon, it becoming a necklace that hung upon my neck once again.

I cocked my head to the side. "Get me out of here. Now," I said plainly. And with that, I followed a goat-man halfway across the nation, improving my fighting skills on multitude of monsters, just to get... here.

Possesions: Enchanted diary that writes my thoughts, and a necklace that turns into a kopis blade.

--Drace556 (talk) 09:03, April 6, 2013 (UTC)