Claiming:Camp/Jackson Grant

Name: Jackson Damian Grant

Gender: Male



God Parent: Deimos, Hermes, Ares

Mortal Parent:  Heather Grant

Appearance: Picutre

Personality: Jackson is not use to the un-rich quailties, making him somewhat demanive. He is hard and cold on the outside, but is emapthic and depressed on the inside, though only close friends can see his kind heart. When you get to know him, he is still cold and scarastic.

History: Heather Grant was a rich bussines woman. One day, she was showing a house to a man that she found quite attractive. She started filrting somewhat, and soon found out the man had the same feelings for her. The man bought a house, but the two started dating. Everyday he'll show up at her mansion at 10am with a coffee. One day, he didn't. Instead, a note was left in his place. The note said that he was dead, perhapes from a car accident. Heather was shocked, but she then found out a week later she was pregnet. Then nine months later, two baby twins were born.

My twin brother was named Michael. We were so different, he was timid while I was loud. He was smart while I was dumb. Our early childhood was more like living in a five-star hotel. My mother married another man, Victor. Though, we didn't mind, he was ok. Living in a mansion is great, but there's really nothing to do. No running. No screaming. No tattle-telling. Our mom didn't allow that. So, growing up we just drew and learned how to be a 'gentleman'. The only fun stuff we did was pranking the servants. Michael argeed about having no fun, so we planed pranks in a secert room. School was private, 'course. I was known as 'the fearless one' because no one could scare me- like fear kind of scary, not surpise scary- one time, a kid said that this house was haunted with rabid dogs. When I found out there was none, I was dissapointed. Everyone else looked like they could finally sleep for once.

' Till 13, I lived a normal life...well for a richie. Anyways, 11 was my year where my 'crazy life' started. Like when one of our servents turned into a....a cyclops. That was wicked fun, not scary. So our parents were at a party when Harold, our servant, said to come into the ballroom. When we did, he almost ate our heads the second we stepped in. Thankfuly, my friend Jayden was here for a sleepover. He rolled and soon disarmed the bronze sword Harold was holding. We evantually defeated Harold, but not after some pretty nasty scars and blood on my tux. Oh well.

Now skip to two years later, when I finally was sick of my parents. They just treated us-as in Michael and I-like servents. Meals were ate in slience, and it was ovious that they didn't give me the one thing I wanted most; their love. Beening tired of being treated like junk, Jayden, Michael and I planned to run away from our homes. The night was easy to escape. Jayden was a full blown hacker and disabled all our alarms. Soon, he picked the locks and we were on our way.

Though less then 24h after we left, the police were looking for us. We found out because of a 'LOST' sign, with a reward of $300. After running into a satyr about an hour we ran away, I found out who I was. And so did Michael and Jayden. Jayden was a son of hermes, and Michael and I were Deimos' kids. Yippe. We headed towards Camp Half-Blood 'a place safe for your kind' as the satyr- Tyrone- descibed to us. Jayden brought a swiss army knife, and he gave that to me, since he felt more safe with me having it. A day later, Micheal died from a harpy attacking us. I don't want to descibe the moment, it's to painful for me. So here's a quick summery; hapries attacked Michael first, he dies, Tyrone kills them with the sword Jayden took from Harold, I griefed over Michael's limp body, we leave. The next day, Jayden was hurled back home, being to clumpsy getting food when someone reconized him. Then the last day of the week I arrived at Camp. Tyrone left me there, on Thaila's tree. Then he left, searching for more 'demigods'. I stood there, and when I was sure no one was looking at me, I could only promise to not show my grief to anyone. I could almost see Michael's face looking down at me, smiling.

Weapons:  a swiss army knife from Jayden

I'm a ninja, Imma, Imma ninja ...What? 23:15, January 30, 2013 (UTC)