Claiming:Camp/Ryan Lewis

Name: Ryan Arthur Lewis

God Parent: Aphro

Personality: Due to years of being neglected as a child Ryan has developed an intricate coping mechanism; video games. He's quite self-dependent and with this came pride, pride that he would die if he lost. Ryan is also cunning, using other people and his innocent looks to get what he wants as he's too lazy to get them himself. He doesn't tend to connect to people on a real level often - sure he can fake it but it's not the same - pushing them away or acting closed up and bitchy. Ryan's personality to those he's close with tend to be that of an old man - laziness, forgetfulness ect have become normal to Ryan's lifestyle. Needless to say Ryan is bright, brighter than most his age (even if it's general knowledge) and he's passionate about anything that grabs his attention.

Appearance: Ryan head is topped with curly hair; a dark gold in colour usually depending on the lighting he's in. His face is coupled with dark green eyes, large and childish to look at but release a horrid glare. His skin is fair and pale caused by his introvert personality and preferring darkness to sunlight. His eyes has succumb to nights of staying up, video gaming, and movie watching which have caused dark bags under his eyes to form. These have taken a toll on his eyesight as well which means he has to wear glasses but he disagrees with this and usually tends to ignore them. Ryan is strong in his upper-body yet seeks lithe and weak to start with. His nose and cheeks are kissed by the sun and if one looks close enough they can see his tiny freckles. https://goo.gl/c9sOax

History: Jack Lewis was a failing boxer, one night drowning his sorrows at the bottom of a whiskey glass. A woman dressed in a gown, dressed in moonlight walked up to him, complimenting him on his losing game and saying she was a large fan. The woman was beautiful, a brunette with amber eyes, the colour of the whiskey in his glass, and a voice for the angels. She soothed Jack’s nerves and stopped his hand from shaking, her lips were soft like cotton and it made Jack smile. What came next was passionate and loving - though obviously it hadn’t been for the woman as she left without Jack’s knowledge the following morning.

And so life continued for Jack - game, drink, sleep, repeat. Days turned to months and the leaves on the trees turned brown, yellow, green and white. The paint on his wall peeled with the months that passed until a baby was placed by his door, no note, nothing but Jack couldn’t deny the small boy a home like he had been denied growing up.

Growing up made Ryan hard shelled, his father would work him hard as a young boy so that he could grow up to be a lawyer or a doctor instead of an "uneducated pug" like himself. This caused the boys who lived in the area to pick on Ryan, even from a young age of around 7. This was around the time of his first monster attack. Said monster was disguised as a kid, joining with the bullies to torment Ryan until he was alone and walking down the back alleys to his home.

The creature came at him while he was turning the corner, causing him to trip and slide in the cold, damp concrete floor. He turned around quickly, hair covering his face and eyes making it hard to see anything; all he could hear were footprints getting closer and closer. Ryan saw a flash of silver come from the man. ‘Knife!’ was what Ryan’s mind jumped too. He held his hand up, pleading for the man to leave him alone “P-Please!” He cried out and as soon as he said those words the man turned to leave. It took Ryan some time to come to his senses after this ordeal and he just lay on the damp floor, sobbing quietly. This was the last time Ryan dared venture down the back alleys to his home.

21st of April was Jack’s big day; the day that would make him and his manager rich. His manager - with some … unauthorised helped - had set up a boxing match between him and a very famous boxer, provided that he would drop in the 5th round. Jack was a good boxer but he knew that if he betted on himself, like his manager did and dropped in the 5th round he’d be rich. And so the day came, Jack wouldn’t let Ryan come but he was allowed to watch it on TV, as long as he finished his homework; and that’s what Ryan did.

Jack was winning by the 4th round and he was sure he’d be able to win the 5th as well. He left to grab some water, hearing people chanting in the background - ‘Jack! Jack! Jack!’ Maybe the fame got to him, or maybe one too many hits to the head had make Jack forget his deal and he decided he wouldn’t drop in the 5th. Jack won that round but dropped in the 6th and this was the beginning of the end for him - he had no idea he had made some very powerful, dangerous men very angry at him.

A few weeks after Jack’s fight, Ryan was at home, doing his 6th Grade Homework. He heard a gunshot outside making him jump. He picked up his coat and ran outside. He arrived just as the police arrived and a large crowd had gathered around the alley's entrance, blocked by two policemen. Ryan pushed to the front on the crowd, seeing the blood stain the damp concrete floor. The younger boy saw a man’s foot and assumed the worse. He pushed through sneaking past the two policemen and running to the dead body on the floor. Ryan’s cries became choking sobs and he touch his father's pale face quickly fainting after.

Ryan woke up a few hours later in the Hospital, with a chubby man sitting next to his bed. His face was red and large and his lip quivered when he spoke. By the door stood two large men and Ryan leaned back into his now homely feeling bed. The man told Ryan that his father had lost a lot of money to the ‘Cosa Nostra’ and because of that he had to die - though his debt had not been cleared with his death and so Ryan would have to work for the Cosa. And this is how the rest of Ryan’s life began.

Ryan didn’t enjoy working with the Cosa but they did become his family. He had discovered he was a Demigod through one of the Cosa’s most powerful men, who was himself a son of Tyche. The Nostra had many demigods in their company and so Ryan grew attached to these people a lot more than the normal brutes that were there. He learnt how to use his powers and they equipped him with weapons, training him to fight monsters.

He stayed with them for a few years until he was 17. He became close friends with some of the higher members of the organisation. This nameless man had trained in Camp Half Blood while he was younger and he believed that is where all Demigods should go and train. And so, without any authorisation. he moved Ryan onto a cab and sent him off to Camp. Ryan arrived a few days later, carrying a small rucksack filled with his possessions, his sword and a letter from the Nameless Man.