Claiming:Camp/Dante Tremblay

Name:Dante Tremblay

Gender:Male

God Parent:Hecate, Mnemosyne, Apate

Mortal Parent:Michael Tremblay



Personality: He's usually quiet, not many people have heard him speak out loud. When he was 11, he watched his family die, making him a little insane in the membrane. He loves violence, but hates blood. He's terrified of ravens, being forced into a room with hundreds of them, squaking and clustering around him, pecking at him.

History: My father was an aspiring magician named Michael Tremblay. One day he was performing at a club, recieving quite a crowd, when an exceptionally beautiful women, my mother, joined the crowd. He was captivated, and after finishing his masterful magic performance, he left the club never to see her again. Or so he thought.....

He gained enough fame to start a tour across America, playing in big casino's and beautiful parks. He was doing his special trick- taking a volunteer from the audience and making her disappear- when he chose my mother to participate in it. She delightfully agreed, taking dramatic steps up to the stage and eventually sitting down in a wide box. He went through the trick as usual, making her disappear, but instead of her just disappearing, she made a big deal of her reappearance, at the far side of the atrium.

She appeared in an explosion of fog and doves, that was definitely unplanned by my father. He stared, slack-jawed, trying to concieve how she got up there, when she was suddenly next to him again. He was mesmerized by such a feat, that he asked her out to every fancy restuarant in Vegas, and everytime, she mystified him with a different stunt. They continued dating for 3 years, conceiving me, when Hecate split, as is usual. He wound up with a broken heart and an obscenely rich child at his door. Hecate tried her best to stay in conteact with him, but was unable, due to the law about direct contact. Before she was forced to leave him forever, she revealed to Michael her true identity, the goddess of Magic. He decided to shield it from me, learning that it would only attract more monsters to me, but allowed me to practice my magic, and join him on stage.

When I was 11, performing at the Staples center in Riverside, California, yet another women stole my father's heart. She was named Miranda Cherry, and was the most captivating women I have ever met. She and my father dated only 5 months before they got married, and only 3 months after that, my little brother was born, Michael Junior. Junior was their pride and joy, obviously their favorite child, and recieved everything he always wanted. Thinking back, I loved Michael, but i had always been jealous.

When I was 12, 5 months after Michael was born, a harpy found me while I was practicing my magic at our beach house in Hawaii. I managed to escape it's maw and claws, and it eventually it fled, though it knew where I was. My father witnessed it fly away, and decided it was time to tell me the truth. I am a demigod. My mother is the goddess Hecate. My magic is really magic, not the usual sleight of hand. From then on, I worked on defensive magic, learning to protect myself from the monsters that knew where I was at all times, now that I know that I'm a demigod.

When I was 15, I was abducted and held for ransom by mortals. My father showed up, gave them the money, and they killed him. Beat him to death right infront of my eyes. My rage and sadness exploded out of me, and I was blind to the fact that I was killing human beings, while also sending up a relay signal to all the monsters in the area. Relentlessly, hellhounds, harpies, Scythian Dracnae, everything attacked me. I was so hopped up on my power spree that none of them made it out alive. I ran to the police in the area, the name escapes me, and I told them everything. As I mentioned my father dying, and the monsters, their eyes glowed, and their caring smiles turned into those of a wild beasts, dying to devour me. I screamed and ran, but whatever it was it was much faster than I. I threw attack after attack, but the ting waved them off like a human does a fly.

I woke up in a dark and wet room that smelled faintly of mildew. I could feel the monster infront of me, writhing and moaning, but I could also hear the sound of a child whimpering, and his mother crying. The disgusting figure realized I was awake, and flipped the lights, exposing me to the image of my brother beaten, only 4 years old. Next to him was Miranda, beaten to the point where she couldn't open her eyes, and blood leaked from every orifice. He tried to run to them, but I was bound to the ground by a chain, and the monster churned infront of me.

He spoke to me, in a gravely and horrifying voice, "You can save your brother. Simply kill your mother, it's all I ask." He contemplated it, and truthfully thought he would save my little brother, and I nodded. It released me from my chair, and I picked up the shining Celestial bronze Kusarigama infront of me. I limped to my dying mother, but instead of ending her, I swung at the......the thing. My blade cut through it, but the monster waived it off, and laughed. The next thing I know, my adopted mother had no head. Instead, it lay on the floor, mere inches from where I kneeled. Then I looked upon Michael. He was bawling his eyes out, pleading as much as a four year old can for his life. The monster denied his request, giving him a fate similar to his mother. It turned on me, but before it ended me, a figure appeared behind me, almost like he walked through the shadows.

He took my hand and together we disappeared through a shadow, only to reappear outside the warehouse. I could hear the monster wail, barely paying attention to my savior describe to me a paradise camp in the south. I ran and didn't turn back, just as he told me to. I thought he ran with me, but after only 5 minutes of full sprinting, I could hear his voice ring out in a peircing scream. I knew then that he had died, but I never turned around.

My memory left me, and I wandered the country side for days, before meeting a short kid with furry goat legs found me, starving and alone, shivering. I learned he als oknew where this camp was, and he started leading me to it. Unfortunately, my captor captured me, in the form of a beautiful woman. It held me for a year, torturing me, cutting me in the same spot for hours on end. I grew resistant to the pain, and stopped screaming. This angered it further and it grew blind with rage. It slashed my forearm, from my wrist to my elbow, and I sprayed blood. I never quite learned what became of my satyr companion. It wailed on me afterward, beating me into a bloody pulp, when again a woman stepped from shadows. She was considerably stronger than my previous savior, and dealt with the monster that held me captive.

She nursed me to health extremely quickly, feeding me ambrosia and nectar. she said she'd protect me on my way to camp, but I never saw her after that. Luckily, I didn't see a single monster either. I stepped through the camp gates, and was happy to find that I was a child of Hecate.

Weapons:Celestial Bronze Kusarigama Facillis descensus averni, Sed ut observetis ortus. ~Onyx  08:46, June 9, 2013 (UTC)