Killian David Jones

Full Name: Killian David Jones
Nickname: David, Prince Charming
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Rio de Janeiro, Brazil


God Parent: Apollo
Mortal Parent: Stefanie Jones
Year at camp: New camper

Powers*: None


Appearance
Height: 6 feet and 1 inch tall
Weight: 230 pounds
Body type: Lean but muscular
Skin tone: Bronze
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Long and wavy, braided and tied back into a pony tail down his back
Eye Color: Dark brown, nearly black
Distinguishing features: Eyes, fine cheek bones, full lips, small nose
Other Marks (Freckles, scars, birthmarks): Fine dusting of freckles along his nose, a scar on his left palm


Personality: Chivalrous with a streak of devious behavior that aids to his thieving abilities. He is calm and caring but also distant and reserved. Killian is brave enough that he is stupid when it comes to protecting his friends and family.
Style: Dark blue jeans with black combat boots on underneath the boot cut denim. A black under armor shirt with white tee shirt. Black leather jacket with spikes on the shoulders. Sleeveless leather gloves with silver studs in the knuckles. A black leather sword belt with a silver belt buckle in the shape of the sun.

Fatal Flaw: Old World Chivalry (he goes out of his way to protect a female even if it means he will die.
Other Flaws**: Inability to determine right from wrong, multiple personality disorder (minor), bipolar


Pet(s): none
Weapon(s): A sword made of Celestial Bronze that is five feet and three and a half inches long from pommel to tip of blade, A bow and fifty arrows, two hunting daggers hidden in the combat boots
Skills/abilities:

Ability to move silently and unseen, taking from those who he deems have too much without them ever being able to realize they have lost something, hearing things that most wouldn't be able to make out, seeing distant objects with clarity from up to a mile away, sword combat, archery, kick boxing


Roleplay Example***:

A mile out of town was a small gas station that a young man walked to with determination, a sword on his belt and a bow in his hand. He could make out the person he was looking for but the distance was still too great for a shot to be made. So the young man hopped onto a passing truck and when four hundred yards away he jumped off. The bow was raised in a matter of seconds and an arrow on the string. He aimed carefully and Killian released the tension, sending the arrow through the target's throat. No more rats roaming around telling about his business in Rio.


Biography***:

In Rio de Janeiro, on the streets behind a strip club, was born a boy who would one day grow up to be powerful. Or weak if he took the wrong path in life. It was two minutes after the boy was born that his cries awoke a woman who happened to save his life. For Killian's mother had died in childbirth, leaving behind the boy to fend for himself.

Instead of learning about math or reading and such, Killian Jones learned about stealth and the law of the street. He was five years old the first time that the boy walked through a house and took the money that was in the jar. He kept most of it but gave the rest to the woman who taught him. That day was also the day that he first heard of thieves being killed for their treacherous behaviors.

So the years passed, Killian stealing from the rich and giving to himself, until he had hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was when he was fourteen, though, that the first rat came forth and told the authorities about the boy stealing. So Killian went through the streets until he found the snitch. He assassinated the man and cemented his power in pure stone with the people.

So Killian rose to power and started a crew of thieves and warlords in Rio where he became a great power. He grew up until seventeen years old and faced many monsters in disguise. But at seventeen he faced the first hell hound that didn't use the Mist to hide. When he won, Killian was forced to go to Camp and learn about who and what he was.

How did he kill monsters in disguise growing up if he had no weapons?

a monster, even mythical, can still lose enough blood to die or have their neck broken by means of fall or physical force by the defending party. He doesn't needs weapons. Hell there was a time where Annabeth was fighting with a hammer instead of a dagger.

You go Prince Charming.
wait are you dragon?
post your character form in the proper forum yo

approved though