Claiming:Camp/Kyle Jones

Name: Kyle Jones Gender: Male God Parent: Dionysus, Iris or Tyche Age: 15 Mortal Parent: Sam Jones Appearance: Quite tall and of average weight. Kyle is Caucasian, with turquoise eyes and hair so dark brown that it looks black. Not especially well-built but still has some muscles visible. There is a scar on his right bicep, a leftover from the hellhound attack he experienced. Personality: Generally Kyle is friendly and open to those that he knows. To strangers, he exaggerates his qualities in order to be accepted and fit in. Has a flair for the dramatic and will be the first to try and lift people's spirits. History: My dad is the Greek God Dionysus and my mum is a district nurse called Samantha Jones. Right from the off, they weren't exactly a match made in Olympus. All I've been told about this is that my dad had an argument with my stepmum and he went to drown his sorrows. And by 'drown his sorrows' I mean drink so much Diet Coke that he felt sick. Now, instead of the usual American club, he decided to visit a quaint old English pub instead, situated in Oxford. My mum just happened to be celebrating her graduation from medical school at the same time and they bumped into each other. They flirted. She was drunk and he went along with it and... well, I'm sure you don't need the ins and outs of my conception.

Nine months later, my mum had a beautiful baby boy (if I do say so myself) but I don't think she saw it that way. She did love me, no doubt about that, but... I don't know... I think she might have resented me for a bit. I was a reminder of Dad and the way that he was gone the morning after. Well, that and the fact that, because of me, my mum couldn't pursue the amazing career that she'd hoped for. She had to lower expectations and take the job she has now. We still had a good life, nice house, cool car, it just wasn't what mum had dreamed about. She was ambitious that way. You could call it her fatal flaw.

I don't think Dad had completely abandoned us though. I'm jumping to conclusions here but some things happened that I chalked down to him. Just little things like all of mum's plants would grow perfectly. She would also never wake up with a hangover. And believe me, she could drink you under the table if she wanted too. Just little things, you know? I think these little things drew unwanted attention though. I mean, how else would you explain the maenads that tried to break into my house when I was 10? Long story short: My mum was working a night shift and I was alone in the house. I go to do the washing up when I see a group of young women with spears charging the house. I think they might have been trying to kill me but before I could find out, they were bound in grapevines and carried away into the night. A bit unorthodox I know, but it's comforting to know my dad will save me from his crazy stalkers every now and again.

My first proper monster attack though was when I was 12. It was the last day of school and I decided to take a shortcut through the local park. At the same time, a hellhound decided to take a stroll nearby. So, I'm on my phone, browsing Facebook, when this hound pounces on me. I'm wrestling with it and I was... well, losing. Suddenly, my godly parentage rocked up and I blasted the beast away with a burst of wine. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. But before I renamed myself Grapeman, the hellhound hit me again and this time I was powerless. Probably the surprise, I guess. It scratched my arm and that hurt like hell. I've still got the scar. So, I was about to die but I guess dad was watching because next thing I knew there was a wallet lying next to me. It had come out of nowhere and was lying open. So, with nothing better to do during the vicious attack that was occuring, I clipped it shut and it became a sword. Not asking many questions, I stabbed the beast and ran. It was gaining on me though until a portal opened. I jumped through it and found myself in, surprise surprise, Camp Half-Blood.

So that's how I joined the coolest summer camp ever. Chiron got me an iris-link to my mum where I explained everything. The bad thing was, she was still in England. So that's why I stay on full time at the camp. I could swear that when I told her, she was relieved that I wasn't a burden anymore. But hey ho, that's her ambition for you. Now, I've made new friends and I'm a demigod so I'd say that my new life is pretty good!

Possessions: A magical wallet that, when locked with the celestial bronze seal, morphs into a celestial bronze blade with a comfortable leather handle.

Made by ~ Copicat123 (talk) 19:44, October 14, 2014 (UTC)