Name: Zachary Elessar
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Eyes: An electric blue
Hair: Dark blonde hair down to his shoulders
Height: 5' 11
Body Type: Skinny, but he's still muscular, as his muscles are dense.
Skin Color: Pale
Norse God Parent: Thor
Mortal Parent: Esther Elessar
Country of Origin: USA
Pets: None
Talents: A born leader and a superb swordsman. Works better under stress than when in relaxation, which generally makes him a better fighter.
Weapon: Two silver long swords which he dual wields.
Flaws: Stubborn, would risk his life for anyone (even his enemies), and he bottles his anger.
Powers(must relate to Norse god parent; optional): Zack can summon three lightning bolts a day. He can also shoot 10 small, 60 volt bolts at his opponents a day. Zack is resistant to lightning.
Life Before CN*:
ThisNow this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute just sit right there
And tell you how I became the prince of a camp called Camp Norse
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin out, maxin, relaxing all cool,
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of monsters who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one lil' fight and my mom got scared
And said "You're moving with your demigods in Camp Norse."
I Begged and pleaded with her day after day,
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my iPod on and said I might as well kick it
First class yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champaine glass
Is this what the people of Camp Norse living like?
Hmm this might be all right
But wait I hear prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place they should send this cool cat
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Camp Norse
Well ah the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude that looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning dissapeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab was rare
But I thought naw forget it yo homes to Camp Norse
I pulled up to the camp about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Camp Norse
RP Example*: Zack lunged at his opponent, his two swords ready to slash at all angles. But his enemy jumped to the left, his armor rattling. Zack crouched and swiped at his feet. Both blades connected, and made a nice cut in his opponents leg.
"Sorry about that." Zack smiled. "Didn't want to hurt you that bad."
"It's fine." The boy said, looking at the wound. "Shouldn't take that long to heal. And you know what they say, 'Pain is weakness leaving the body.'"
"That's a nice quote, although I find it a tad bit stupid."
"Why's that?"
"You're still plenty weak." Zack said jokingly, laughing and walking away.
Any notes about your characters: When he gets too angry, he goes into a frenzy for ten minutes, and then blacks out.