Claiming:Camp/James

Name:James

Gender: Male

God Parent: Apate, Athena, Eris

Mortal Parent: Unknown

Appearance:



Personality:

James is a happy person prone to joking, even in dark situations, but if the time calls for it he becomes serious. He enjoys sneaking(which he's rather good at, since as the thieves said “A noisy thief is a dead thief.”) up on people and making them jump. If possible he'll try to avoid combat, preferring to take a stealthier way to solve a problem.

History:

James' father was a member of a group of thieves, and he died before James was old enough to remember him. James was taken in by a few of the thieves. So even as he was learning to walk and talk, he was learning the arts of a thief. It's not surprising then that he would grow up to become very good at what he did. But even the best thief, gets caught. In James' case this happened, when he was 16, as he was entering a rather wealthy “patrons” house. Unfortunately James discovered too late the man had hired extra security. So as James was climbing though the second floor window one of the men was walking down the passage James was trying to enter, and shouted. James, not expecting the sudden noise, jumped and lost his grip on the window, falling to the ground below. As he landed he heard a crunch and felt a sharp spike of pain in his side. Cursing his bad luck, James began making his hasty exit. Scampering over the wall, his side crying out in protest. When he reached the top he jumped down, already running when he hit the ground. He ran but was unable to get very far before his leg collapsed. He lay there for a short, before growling “bugger” and giving in to the darkness.

James' regained consciousness slowly, and saw a person sitting with his back turned to him. James tried to rise but fell back down grabbing his side and cursing. The person turned around “oh good your awake, hows your side feel.” James just looked at him. “I guess you want to know what's going on. I am Leif, and I'm a satyr, I'm going to take you somewhere safe.”

James' looked confused “wait satyr, like in the children stories?”

“Yes, and no. Now I'll explain more as we move.”

“Move? Move where?”

“It's not safe to stay in one place long, especially not for someone like you, I'm surprised you lasted this long without them finding you.”

“Like me? If this is about the house....”

“No, no, not about the house I'll explain as we go. Come on, let me help you up”

“why would I come with you? I don't even know who you are.”

“okay then, you can stay here, I'm sure the next hiker will be kind enough to take a lost boy to the police station.”

“Alright, Alright, no need to threaten. I'll come”

then the Leif walked over and help him up and began helping him walk.

As they walk the satyr told James' about Gods, monsters and finally told James' how he was a Demi-god and that he smelled James' and that was how he's found and Identified him. Then he gave James a small dagger like weapon called a dirk.

When they resumed their travel the next day, James felt better, his side still hurt badly, but he could walk on his own. When they got to a hill atop which rested a large pine tree, A large black dog bounded out towards them and Leif looked back and muttered “so close” ,then yelled “Run!” James began running, more from a “there's-a-massive-large-fanged-dog-charging-me” instinct than the instruction. Just before he he made it up the hill, his knees gave out. Leif turned around and helped him up saying “we're nearly there.” They crested the hill just as the dog lunged, and it his some kind of invisible wall. Leif sat down and James' fell. “that was close” the satyr said “but we're here now. Welcome, to Camp-Half-Blood.”

Weapons: A dirk

Winter warlord (talk) 11:42, August 15, 2012 (UTC)