Profiles

Name: Nikai Laskaris

Birthday: (UKNOWN)

Birthplace: Mt. Othrys

Godly parents: Kronos / Selene

Theme song: Bitch By: Meredith Brooks

Bio: They say the longer you live the more enemies you gain, I say, that's a load of bull. My name is Nikai Laskaris, and I'm over 10,000 years old. I don't have enemies, I just have a lot of people out there who want to kill me, but I try to stay a pacifist. It's not working out too well seeing as monsters just LOVE attacking me. But, who could blame them, I'm awesome! I have a sarcastic streak going and call me prejudice, I DON'T LIKE GODS, TITANS OR MONSTERS! But hey, everyone's allowed to have an opinion, opinions are like assholes, everyone has one, just not everyone chooses to share it. Now, I'm not saying I go around sharing my asshole. Ladies, gentlemen, kids that's called a whore. Look it up! I can be mature when I want to, but what fun is that? I mean, who wants to be some tight-ass adult working ten hour shifts at some job you hate anyways? I see no fun in that! And being trapped forever immortal at the age of thirteen, I'm allowed to pull shit and not get into too much trouble! Basically what I'm saying is, I can stand on top of table in Taco Bell and shout, "PULL UP YOUR PANTS" across the room and not be threatened by the police. Pretty nice life if you ask me…well…most of the time.

I'm your everyday average female teenager, expect for the fact I don't do those weird "duck lips" thing in pictures. I don't get that! It's like a modified version of the "fish face" was the "fish face" ever in style? I don't think so! So why the Hades is this "duck lip" crap so damn popular? It's stupid! Do we REALLY want this generation to be known for our obsession with sparkling vampires and duck lips! If you ask me, it's pretty sad. The best thing about this generation, is the video games. For one, Guitar Hero is awesome. Not to mention Fast Food's gotten a heck of a lot better. Other than that though, there's some pretty strange crap out there.

Now, so far you've seen that I'm pretty normal. Did I mention I'm the daughter of the titan of time and the titan of the moon? Huh, I guess not! Sure, sounds pretty good at first, right? Well, guess again! Especially when your all-powerful-titan-daddy wants you dead! Have I mentioned that he's a psychopathic manipulative bitch with the compassion the size of Justin Bieber's penis? Still think my life is just cheery? Well, it may be compared to your pathetic mortal lives that waste away in a hell called school listening to lectures about the history of blah-blah-blah where they blah-blah-blahed all over blah and changed blah-blah forever! Yeah, I guess we're pretty equal. I spend my day walking around the streets eating and being attacked by monsters every five seconds!

Well, I've spent longer than I meant to writing this and now I'm just plain hungry! So…adios!

Name: Nico di Angelo

Birthplace: Someplace in Italy

Mortal parent: Maria di Angelo

Godly Parent: Hades (underworld)

Theme song: Dead By: My chemical romance

Bio: Hey, name's Nico di Angelo, apparently my name derived from the prefix necro- meaning "death" and my last name, di Angelo, means "of angels" so basically, my name means Death of Angels, which, if your any normal person, and you think about it, is pretty damn cool. But then again, that's me, the cool son of Hades. Sure, it gets lonely sometimes, but I have the dead to talk to, so it's not all bad. My life revolves around sleep, fighting off monsters, and cokes. But unfortunately, due to a stupid promise to Percy, I'm stuck living my life that I have a feeling is destined for awesomeness, in this godforsaken camp that's beginning to overflow with campers due to, once again, PERCY! Yes, he's one of my only friends, but he's annoying at times and more immature than I am, not to mention he's so friggen…what's that word…honorable? Possibly, then again, he wakes me up half the time by summoning the whole damn ocean and soaking my bed. Back to the main issue, with more campers only comes more people to stare at me, try talking to me, find out who I am, and dislike me. That's how it went around here.

If you think about it, this camp is like any stereotypical Highschool, you got your preps, the Aphrodite kids. The jocks, the Ares kids. The nerds, the Athena kids. The hippies, Demeter kids, (only hippies spend THAT much time frolicking through flowers!) The comedy kids, the Hermes kids, and well, you get the point. And after all of that, there's the minority…me. My closest friend around here would be Mrs. O'Leary a hellhound who's the only one I'd name my friend without hesitation. She's amusing, violent, awesome, and doesn't splash me in the face with water everytime I get two steps near her! (PERCY!) I'd love to ditch this camp but I don't go back on my promises.

I usually hang out with myself around here. Percy and Annabeth are too busy making out and being hormonal teenagers to hang out. And most everyone else prefers to avoid me. There are some guys like the Stoll brothers and some other people who remember how friggen awesome I was in the war that'll talk to me but other than that, people like to pretend I don't exist. I'm not like most guys I guess, I just don't like girls. I mean, there are some hot ones I enjoy LOOKING at but I'm 14, I'm allowed to do that! It's programmed into my brain! But most of the girls around here are your stereotypical giggle-giggle-point-giggle-giggle types, none of them I found remotely interesting. I will admit I had a little crush on Annabeth when I was younger, but only because she seemed a bit interesting. Then I decided she wasn't THAT hot and corrected me too often, not to mention, liked SCHOOL. So I let her go. Basically, I waste my life away here due to a damn promise…

Name: Valentine Rayne

Birthday: February fourteenth

Godly Parent: Aphrodite/Dionysus

Place of birth: Mt. Olympus Bedroom 4

Theme song: Playing God By: Paramore

Bio: The name's Valentein, no, not like the holiday, just…Valentein, a fancy way of spelling Valentine. Gods help the idiot came up with that holiday. It's pretty much just a way stores can advertise themselves and suck money from peoples pockets by selling chocolates to pathetic geezers who have to remind themselves to love their wives. Any way, Valentein Rayne. Rayne, just a fancy way to spell Rain. I didn't get why people and felt it necessary to come up with different ways to spell the same word. It's just, Well that was an hour of my life I'll never get back.

So, if your reading this story to hear about my teenage angst and life's lessons and hardships, go the Hades away and get your own life. If your reading this story to entertain yourself because your supposed to be cleaning your room but got bored and thought this looked interesting, bravo for you my friend! The best thing about procrastination is that your never bored 'cause there's always something your supposed to be doing. That's life lesson 1! Okay, so I heard your supposed to tell a little about yourself before you start a story so…here goes!

My hair's the blonde color that's the sort of blonde that's so blonde it's often mistaken by idiots as silver with inexplicably hot pink and purple highlights. Now, the pink highlights are naturally like that maybe it's part of the whole "born from the goddess of love" thingy same with the purple, but when people ask, it's easier to say you died it rather than telling them that it was the result of the goddess of love because her color is pink and all and the god of wine who's color of purple, I mean, REALLY? Who's gonna believe that any way? My eyes are xanadu, yes people, it's a color. And even though it's native to Australia, no, I do not have an Australian accent.

Basically, I was the result of a broken godly sized condom and a goddess of beauty who forgot to take her birth control pills. Lovely, isn't it? All in all, until last summer I wasn't supposed to exist. It's really a marvelous feeling knowing your not supposed to exist. (Note the sarcasm) When I say Godly sized condom, I don't mean it sarcastically…my dad, well, he's a god. Though not the most uplifting being in the world, a god is a god. His name's Dionysus. My mom's name is Aphrodite…goddess of beauty and love. My friend said I inherited my dad's personality and my mothers looks. I took that a compliment but I don't know either of them. Okay, so normally when a god and a goddess get together and "do the deed" the outcome is a baby god or goddess. But in this case, when the baby goddess isn't supposed to exist. She get's sealed into a mortal child. It's really a load of spiritual and godly crap I don't feel like explaining. Now that we've settled all that I guess it's just…ON WITH THE STORY!

Name: Hazen Stealson

Birthplace: Portland OR.

Birthday: June twenty-third

Mortal Parent: Vanessa Stealson

Godly parent: Hermes (God of thieves)

Theme song: Maybe By: Sick Puppies

Bio: My name is Hazen Stealson, who's heard of the word "Hazen" anyways? Hazel, yeah, Haze, yes, Hazen, WTF? Stealson, it's ironic considering I'm the son of the god of thieves, something people never let me forget. Let me tell you, reputations are MUCH easier to gain than to lose. I've been trying to lose mine for years. Let me take you through a little flashback which will pretty much take you through the story of my friggen life!

I grasped him firmly by his school-required tie as I glared at him and repeated myself. Something I hated doing. "I haven't stolen nuthin' of yours Barbie!" I shouted as I threw him into the side of the large wire fencing. He struggled up regaining himself as he thrust a snot-nosed arrogant finger in my face and glared. "I KNOW IT WAS YOU SNAGGLETOOTH!" He shouted. I returned the glare as I grabbed him by his collar and punched him in the jaw. And while he was flying in the air sent a high kick into his chest as he flew further back into the brick wall. I stood over him as I challenged, "You wanna call me that again, Barbie?" Now, I'm not a mean person…and as a child of Hermes I'm often entitled to blame as far as…stealing goes. And being a minority around here entitled me to blame for well…everything else too. Not many people like me, scratch that, no one likes me around here, and something sad but true, I was getting used to it. I had a lanky build and preferred a loose band tee and a pair of beige shorts that went past my knees with a hoodie 2 sizes too big. Though I was lanky, I knew how to through a punch.

The boy had just gotten up when a familiar motor roared up from behind. As a firm grip on my own good thrust me up in the air. "Whadya want Bull?" I snapped, Bull, we had the same mother, different fathers, mine was Hermes, his was Ares. Though Bull would be a fitting name for a son of Ares, his real name was John, but I just called him Bull because he had a habit of doing and saying a lot of Bullshit. "You promised me no more fighting at school Haze." He shouted sounding pretty pissed off. I spat and retorted, "THAT Barbie started it. Said I stole his shit-a-mabob." I bit Bull's hand and he dropped me instinctively. "Did you?" He asked me. "Why the hell would I want his piece-o-shit. Ain't no one out there who'd want any piece of his ugly ass!" I sneered as I stomped off school campus jumping the fence into the real world. It wasn't too much later Bull found me in the alley. "You always do this!" He shouted, "Steal stuff, deny it, get in a fight, and get our entire family into a mess." He complained getting off his bike shadowing over me. I glared and stood up, feeling much taller than I really was. "BULLSHIT!" I shouted, "Mom doesn't give a damn about me and our so called "step dad" don't give fuck either! I'd like to see you live a day in my life! Always being blamed for crap. Always being hated!" I shouted stopping for a breath as I collapsed against a wall.

"Look Bull, It's hard enough mom and dad are always disappointed in me. I'm trying John, I really am, but what chance do I have when I'm a constant disappointment people prefer to ignore and shove out of their perfect little lives?" I told him, "I'm sick of pretending to be part of a family a blind guy could tell I don't belong to…I don't belong here. I'm going back to camp. The only place I even remotely belong to…tell mom and Dave…I'm sorry."

Lovely little life I got huh?