Claiming:Camp/Miller Sallow

Name:Miller Sallow

Gender:Male

God Parent:

1) Hermes

2) Ares

3)Zues

Mortal Parent:Angela Sallow

Age:17

Appearance: Brown, unruly straight hair. Green eyes, pale-ish complexion. Sometimes shaves, sometimes not. Fit and tall.

Personality: He's clever, and funny, but not really arrogant. He can get along with just about anyone. When it comes to protecting those he loves, and fighting, Miller can be more serious than a politician at a funeral.

History: Angela Sallow was a thief, and a great one at that. She stole purses, wallets, money, trust, lives, and hearts. The police didn’t know who she was, or how this common thief always managed to get the best of them. They called her the shadow, because when she stole from you, all there would be left was a shadow. She would gain critical information on heists by cozying up to police, mob bosses, and political figures. Then, she would steal what was necessary and bring it to her employers. Angela was the best at the game. This, however, did not mean she needed the money. Her father was a rich tycoon who gained his money from the blood and tears of his workers. He’d set up a trust fund for her. What she needed the money for was to give it to those her father had hurt, and hurt her father’s industry, one theft at a time. Angela picked her own cases, and normally, they had some sort of affect against her father. On one of these cases, an employer asked for her to steal 2 billion from her own father’s account. He stated that she could keep ½ a billion for herself, and that later, he’d give her another billion for completing the task. His only condition? That he tag along with her. She was flustered by the request, but agreed. 1 and a half billion dollars was more than enough to compensate the workers, and 2 billion was more than enough justice served.

Angela took her father’s pin numbers, easy as pie. Her employers job was to take her father’s associates pin numbers, so that way they’d have full access to the Swiss accounts. He managed to do this quicker than Angela. Once everything was set up, all they needed to do was drain the money. And they did. This hurt her father gravely, and they had to move to the gods forsaken 3 million dollar home in Detroit. Angela was pleased by the work she’d done, and happy the workers got such payment. The only thing she missed was the odd bonding she’d experienced with her employer. This feeling continued to grow for several months. Finally, her old employer showed up, and delivered the 1 billion dollars as promised, and the other ½ billion they’d stolen. She was awestruck by this, and a feeling of love over powered her. He admitted that the only reason he’d asked for her to do the job was to get closer to her. A skilled thief, he naturally didn’t actually need her expertise. They hit it off, and what do you know, Angela becomes pregnant. She tries to continue her robin hood ways, but things are different when you have a baby. She gets caught, and sent to prison. Her father, now knowing everything she’s done, disowns her. Angela’s mysterious employer disappears. When the baby is born, he is given up to child services, and Angela continues to serve her time in prison.

Miller grew up in Detroit, a tough place for a kid, especially one in a foster home. By the age of three, Miller had to be clever about the ways he walked about his foster father, who was an alcoholic prone to domestic violence. He walked lightly, and made sure his faster father never heard or saw him. He was like a ghost. It was tough on the streets, with gangs rampant everywhere. You had to learn how to defend yourself. By age 5, Miller could fend off an adult, at least long enough for him to make a run for it. His foster father always spent the child services money on beer, so the kids of the house had to learn to scrap for food. This is when, at age 5, Miller began to steal things for his foster brothers, such as bread, meat, water, and Twinkies, all the necessary foods to live. They came to know him as The Magic Man, because he would always appear with food and goods from out of nowhere, the food his bunny, his quick hands his hat. The kids were grateful there was someone who would lookout for them, even if he was so young. Gangs became interested in “The Magic Man”, but none of his brothers gave him up, knowing that if they got a hold of him, they would never let him go. Miller, clever enough to see it would cause him trouble to claim his alias, made sure no one even knew he existed in the foster group, his brothers backing him up.

This all changed when child services moved him. By now they’d been living the good life, with their foster father not even knowing what was going on. Only child services could ruin such a bond. Luckily, when they moved Miller to his new home, it just so happened to be fairly close to the state penitentiary, where his mother was staying. At the age of 7, Miller visited his mother for the first time in his life. She didn’t seem like a criminal, only a good woman down on her luck. Angela was delighted to see her only son, the fruit of her womb that she never met. Every weekend, Miller went to visit his mother, and learned more about her and her past. He realized they were more in common than he’d thought, both of them being thieves. This made him realize he needed to be more careful about letting people know who he was and what he did, for cops were everywhere, and he didn’t want to go to Juvie. For a while, he behaved. For a while, things were….. normal. He got good grades, he visited his mom, he made friends. It was as if everything that had ever gone wrong in his life….. corrected itself. Unfortunately, this had to end someday.

On Miller’s 11th birthday, he received a peculiar package in the mail. Opening it up, he found a bow staff made of wood, with bronze at the tip. A handwritten note was left by its side, saying “You’re going to need this.” Miller was baffled by this gift. He flipped the note on its back, to see if it said anything else. It did. “P.S. Twirl it.” Miller twirled the bow staff, and it turned into a javelin, it’s tip made of what he would later know as celestial bronze. He didn’t understand what this meant, but he knew the happy days were gone. A few months later, Miller got his first attack. He’d been walking to his foster home from school as usual, when he heard a growling. Turning, he noticed it was a hellhound, poised to attack. As the monster leaped, Miller wacked it with his staff. Using the monsters momentary daze to his advantage, Miller twirled the staff. This time, when the beast came charging, he impaled it with the javelin. He then went home, battle shocked, and exhilarated.

When Miller was 12, He was on a field trip o the petting zoo. What he expected to see: Tigers, lions, zebras, and maybe a cheetah. What he did not expect to see: Fire breathing horses. It took a lot of convincing for the zoo workers to allow him to enter his staff, so Miller had just explained it was his walking stick, because he had leg disorders. It was lucky he did, or he, and many other people in the park, would’ve been roasted alive. Miller cut off the horses heads, saving everyone but himself. The zoo keepers blamed him for the deaths, and he was never allowed back to the zoo. Miller was then promptly expelled from school.

At age 13, Miller knew he would face his next monster When his substitute teacher said his name as ‘Smillersssss”, a mistake very few can make. On top of this, the lady had a green scaly face. Unless she’d just went to a salon on a groupon, this lady was not human. At the end of the day, everyone lined up to leave for school. Naturally, the substitute asked Miller to stay. As all the kids left, Miller took out his staff, ready to tango. This Scythian Dracnae was harder than any of the other monsters he’d fought, and it took a while. Finally, the Dracnae did a misstep, and Miller took advantage and plunged the javelin into her belly. She disintegrated, and when the teachers heard about Miller “frightening off the substitute”, so did his chances of staying near his mom.

Social Services moved Miller to Chicago, a place very similar to old Detroit, but with a bean. Miller’s new faster parent didn’t turn out to be so good, so he was back to stealing. At the age of 14, On one of his midnight thefts, Miller encountered what he thought to be a closed bakery. He went in, planning to steal some pastries, when he heard the flapping of wings. Turning around, Miller took note of a flying chicken lady, watching him with beady eyes. “You here to kill me?” he asks. Naturally, she replies with a screech and attack. Miller makes swipes at it, but she’s too close range for him to twirl the staff. He goes out into the street, running hard. The harpy is at his back. Finally he makes a sharp turn, and as the harpy is making the turn, using his and her momentum, Miller hits her hard with the staff. She shrieks and falls to the ground, and he twirls the staff. As she comes at him again, He impales her cleanly, her dust falling to the ground.

Some might think that by now, Miller most have gone to camp half-blood right? Wrong. Chicago is full of demigods, and full of monsters. The chances that Satyrs will sniff Miller out are 1 in 10. At the age of 15, Miller was walking down an old alleyway, when a giant bug caught his eye. Turning, he sees a massive ant looking at him, then looking at the shiny bronze at the top of his staff. It was not gold, but it was shiny enough. The beast attacked, and Miller was on the defensive. Its skin was hard, and even when Miller had twirled out the javelin, he still couldn't seem to pierce the myrmeke. The beast began to spit acid, and Miller knew he was done for. Just then, a miracle happened. A man with a gold plated belt walked by, humming some country tunes. The gold was all the myrmeke needed for distraction. As it turned to glance, Miller shoved the javelin into the soft part of the shell, killing the thing. Ever since then, Miller hasn't been on par with ants.

After years and years of wait, a satyr finally sniffs Miller out. At first he is suspicious, not completely sure about Miller. His doubts proved to be unfounded when a monster attacked him. This time, it was a giant scorpion Miller had come across in the park, while chatting with said satyr. Miller twirled his staff, and began to besiege the scorpion. This was much harder to do as the scorpions tail kept coming down to kill him. Thank the gods he’d had a satyr to distract it. The satyr started pounding on it with a bag of a cans and some reed pipes. Miller quickly jabbed the beast hard, and the battle was over. Miller traveled with the satyr, all the while learning the insanity of his life and existence from his protector. All seemed well, and they managed to get to New York without too many monsters tailing them. What they didn’t realize, was that the attack was coming from the front, not the back.

On Miller’s 17th birthday, a flock of stymphilian birds attacked. This was by far the worst attack, as the satyr had limited knowledge on them, and Miller knew practically nothing. He jabbed and jabbed, but nothing seemed to work. They were being pecked alive. The lucky break they had here was that they were relatively close to camp half-blood. When the water nymphs saw their plight, they sent word to camp half-blood, and clanging help came on the way. As the terrible noise reached the birds, they panicked, and weakened. This was just enough for Miller to spear head them All. Miller and the satyr then proceeded to join the campers.

Weapons: Miller carries a staff that turns into a javelin