Claiming:Camp/Konor Sheffield

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Name:Konor Sheffield

Gender:Male

God Parent:Hades, Thanatos, Thanatos.

Mortal Parent:Hilda Sheffield

Appearance:

Personality:Konor is a moderately insecure person, only when it comes to his looks. He could never take a compliment, thinking he's always less than, and that nobody could ever love him, let alone like him. Given enough encouragement, he could push himself past his usual limits, though it usually ends up with him in pain somehow. Konor also has an addiction to being in love, a trait very hard to deal with given the fact his morals don't allow cheating. He's a funny person most of the time, but will fight hard for what he believes in. Also am respectful.

History:I awaken on an oddly cold summer day, to the sound of chirping birds and a light drizzle. Reluctantly, I arise from the soft comforts of the queen sized bed, much too big for the tiny apartment that it is concealed inside. I skirt around the edges of the bed, sidestepping the various clothes and trash strewn about the room. The door from my cozy dungeon to the kitchen (Which is also the living room. it's a small apartment.) is left open, and sign that my boyfriend left in the middle of the night, to his job as a mortician. It's an odd occupation, but intriguing. My kitchen is the complete opposite of my bedroom; clean, organized, relaxing.

On the counter under a window pane, which is peppered by droplets of accumulated raindrops, the kettle whistles on the stove. Gunther, my boyfriend, must not have left long ago. Next to the kettle, lying much too close to the fire, is a note. Written on the top in fancy calligraphy is my name, Hilda. Inside the small envelope are two plane, tickets. For America, none the less. Gunther must have really gone all out for this vacation.

I don the black trench coat I bought a few weeks ago, in preparation for this oncoming storm, and make my way outside. Since I have nothing on underneath, save for a a thin pair of pajamas, I wrap the trench coat against me tightly, and it accentuates my womanly form. I love the stares I get, an the awkward meetings that come when people are too busy staring to actually talk to me.

After a short walk around the drenched neighborhood I stroll into the

Weapons:None