Claiming:Camp/Jaze Connors

Name: Jaze Connors

 Gender: Male

 God Parent: Hecate

 Mortal Parent: Hector Connors

 Appearance:

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 Personality:

Jaze learned to be secretive because he never had anyone to talk to, just his toys that would strangely talk to him when he wanted to, back when he was young. Jaze is a big potterhead, mostly because of the whole magic concept. He likes to be with his friends rather than his father because he never felt accepted. His father remarried and had a new wife but he couldn't just adjust so he ran away when he was 12.

 History:

The Salem witch trials were done to eliminate the witches from North America but little did they know that the “witches” they hanged aren't witches; those with the powers ran for refuge in New Orleans. The Connors family were one of the most powerful witch families in Andover, Massachusetts using their power and wealth for protection. The Connors worship the goddess Hecate who then blessed their family with Magic which then passed on in every generation.  May of 1996  -

One man, though human and fragile, caught the goddess' loving eye. It was Hector Connors. She was one of the goddesses who admired Prince Hector of Troy, therefore falling inlove with Hector Connors because of a striking resemblance. This might be because Hector Connors was a descendant of the Prince of Troy. Hector of Troy was not a perfect husband for he was not faithful with his wife, Hector had an affair with one of the maidens before she escaped, carrying Hector's child, in her womb and so started Hector's blood line. Hector Connors and Hecate, disguised as a human, hook up and she concieved their child.



 February 18, 1995  –

A baby was brought to the doorstep of Hector Connors. He was heart-broken of Hecate's departure but he accepted the baby as he is. He was wrapped in the finest of purple silk, held in a wicker basket. On the handle, a letter is tied. It's from Hecate. It is not that long, there is only one sentence.



Magic always comes with a Price.

 Hector didn't know what that meant so, he disregarded the letter. He took the child in and didn't question it's existence. Hecate came to him in a dream that very night.

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“Hector...I am Hecate, the goddess you worship. The goddess of magic, witchcraft, crossroads, necromancy, sorcery and trivial knowledge. I am here to tell you that the baby I have brought to your doorstep is our son. He was concieved and born by human means therefore, you must treat him human but once he reaches 13. You must bring him to Long Island where he will prove himself as a Son of Hecate.”

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">The goddess speaks. She is beautiful with dark, flowing hair and purple eyes that seems to entrance whoever looks into them. She is wearing a fine purple silk gown, the same as the baby's blanket, and she holds a torch with green fire. Her voice is that of a sweet maiden but it seems far-away like it's a thousand miles.

 2009, February 17, 10:45 PM  –

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">Hector Connors decided to marry Anastasia Grey. Jaze didn't like the idea and after several arguments with his dad, he ran away. He was walking on the street when he was repeatedly tormented by a one-eyed man.

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“You don't scare me!” He said with a kitchen knife at hand.

The one-eyed man just laughed at him and attempted to snatch him up, if it wasn't for the glowing bronze horn growing out of it's stomach.

Wait, it isn't a horn. It's a sword!

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“Better get out of here, kid. Go home. This place isn't for you.” A boy says, he's much older with brown hair and blue eyes.

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">The man turned into dust, strangely, and it was as if he wasn't there in the first place.

“I saw you. You killed that man...”

“Yeah. Well, this place isn't for you.”

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“That man has one eye! Right on it's forehead!”

“You saw that?”

Jaze nodded and the boy showed a weird expression. “You'll come with us.” He says, dragging him.

“Where will you take me?!”

“A place...somewhere. The camp director would want to speak to you.”

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“Camp?!”

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">“Yeah! There's a lot of delicious food there!"

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;">Jaze didn't question further and went with the boy who apparently, has four more companions. He says they were on a quest.

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;"> Midnight, February 18, 2009  – Upon reaching Camp Half-blood, Jaze was claimed as a Son of Hecate where he trained with weapons until he was 14 when his powers first manifested. He then started training with his powers. He is now 16 and is waiting for his chance to prove himself worthy as a Son of Hecate.

<p style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;line-height:0.56cm;"> Weapons:

Upon reaching camp, he chose his weapon. A whip that can interchange into a staff left by demigods inside the shed.

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