Claiming:Camp/Blaine Savage

Name:Blaine Savage Age:22 Model:Christopher Mccrory Species:Mortal-Priest Of Nemesis Personality: Blaine is simply a dick. He has no filter on his mouth,and is often caught speaking his mind to the fullest.Most would not expect such a foul,vile, young man to be a good priest,but despite his quirks Blaine obviously serves Nemesis to his fullest. Blaine is also a narcissistic man who is in love with his mere voice. He radiant confidence,but at the same time seems to divide himself from everyone else (besides Nemesis,that is). History:

Damn it,I still cant tell if this is just another f* up vision,or if all of this...Godly shit is real. Erh..my apologies,lets,back track a little bit.............

I was born on a dreadful may day to a heroin addicted mother,and an absentee father.On my day of birth the doctors,freshly aware of my mothers addiction,transferred me to an adoption agency.Once in the agency I was adopted by a somewhat wonderful couple,in Selma Alabama.

The couple,took me in as there own,and raised me. The only thing..was..once I grew a tad bit older,to the age of five-ish,I started to have these horrific “visions” of kids being chased by all sorts of different monsters,and the majority of the time,in the visions,the kids would die. Being just a kid,I started telling others about my visions. Once I began speaking openly of the visions stirring in my mind,my adoptive parents took me to see a psychologist.

At the psychologist office,I was falsely diagnosed with Schizophrenia,and given a huge assortment of pills to treat it. The thing was,no matter how many different pills I would take,the visions would always appear. It was as if I were seeing a world that no one else could see.

Once I entered middle school,at the age of twelve ,I quickly learned it was best not to speak of my visions. The first day of middle school,I began blabbing about the strange monsters so much,that a group of older thirteen year old’s pushed me to a teacher free-zone on the playground,and beat the living shit out of me. That was the day when ,the bullying at school first began.

My life has always been like a skype call with a bad connection,no one pays attention to me,and when they do they act like its a inconvenience to acknowledge me. Towards eighth grade,my adoptive father began to drink more,and more on a daily bases,he also began to fight with my adoptive mother. Soon the two began to constantly fight,and one day...my father went too far...he raised his hand a royally bitch slapped my mother. It did not stop there,in a drunken state of rage he continued beating her,until finally I jumped on his bad in a weak attempt to fight him off. He was able to easily throw me off,and he transferred his beating to me. When he was finished ,I was a bloody pulp. Here I was,fourteen years old,friendless,and recently abused by my own father. I was desperate for change,but change was not present. So,with no hope left,I went into the bathroom,grabbed my fathers shaving razors,and slit my wrists.

Unfortunately,being young and stupid I slit them the wrong direction. My mother found my in the tub,coated in blood,and took me to the hospital. While at the hospital I opened up to a counselor about my fathers abuse,and the counselor alerted the police. From then on,I went to live with my uncle and my aunt.

My uncle,and Aunt treated me with great care,and understanding. For the first time in my life I felt...truly loved. They raised me until my years in high school,just like my biological mother before me I fell into the art of drugs. I became a stereotypical stoner,and one day I came home from school and became aware my aunt had found a stash of mushrooms I had under my pillow. My uncle kicked me out of the house,and I went to live sofa to sofa.

At the age of eighteen I had a true wake up call,I had a bad trip on acid,and saw a life changing trip. The trip showed me,growing old,slowly rotting from my insides,from the heroin in my veins. This made me realize how I was actually following in my biological mothers foot steps,and killing my self. So I went back to school,and got my GED,then went to school in order to become a mechanic.

After mechanical school,I started my own auto detailing business. Little did I know,starting a business with little to no experience in the working world,is a bad idea. So over a year,I had to close down the detail shop,and I ended up getting a job at my great grandfathers’ hardware store.

Very unhappy with life,at the age of 22,I went to my apartment’s closest,retrieved my personal handgun,and put the tip in my mouth. Seconds away from pulling the trigger,A young lady,with pitch black hair,appeared in my room.

“STOP!” She boomed,with that I took the gun out of my mouth. “Listen to me you,ignorant mortal,I have been watching you for a very long time now,and i’m not going to allow you to just blow your brains out that easily! I have one question to ask you...Do you want a change in your life?”

“Y-y-es...” I stuttered in fear.

“Good,I can bring it. Listen to me mortal,I want you,to go to this camp” she says as she hands him a GPS marketed to camp half blood. “And tell them Nemesis,lord of revenge,sent you to become her new priest. I want you to be my Representative mor-’

“wait wh-why me?” I questioned

“First off,never..ever..interrupt me again,ok?,second off,Mortal you under estimate your abilities,and your strengths.Not only can you see threw this mist I tell you of,but child your whole life you have wanted nothing more then balance. You have lusted over the ideal of equality your whole life,thats what I have to offer,and I know once you have peace in your life,you will be able to represent me in a clear fashion."

After our talk,I went to camp half blood,and I became the newest priest for the great lordess Nemesis

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