Name: Charles Brandon Ford
Nicknames : N/A
Age/Birthday: June 1, 1998 (16)
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Thick, light brown, slightly curly near the edges.
Body Type: Years of metalworking and general exercise have given him a well toned body, with a thick musculature.
Skin Type: Very slight tan
Weight: 165 lbs
Height:5’11”
Personality: Charles is not the most sociable of individuals. That isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy “fun” or spending time with others, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to associate with them. Generally a cordial man, he buries most emotions besides the “good” ones. As a result, it almost always seems as if he is in a good or neutral mood.
Flaws:Slight introversion, fear of water (swimming, sailing, etc.), general pacifist (He has serious qualms against attacking another human/Demi- for attacking him, though the same rules don’t apply if they attack someone he cares for). Charles cannot ride a bike, and he is horrible at romantic gestures.
Talents: Metalworking, engineering, drawing (for blueprints).
Mortal Parent: Samantha Ford
God Parent: Hephaestus
Place of Origin: San Diego, California
Pets:Rudy, a talking, mechanical dog.
Powers:N/A
History (ten sentences or more): Charles Brandon Ford was born on June 1, 1998 in San Diego, California. Nine and a half months prior, his mother had been impregnated by her local mechanic (or rather, a God impersonating him). As a toddler he was fascinated with “Lego”s and other block-like items, using them for elaborate creations. Charles was far more talented than the other kids his age with these toys. By the age of five, he was drafting his own (albeit primitive) blueprints, and at ten he could take apart a car and rebuild it. By thirteen, he was a better craftsman and mechanic than most any normal human man.
Fourteen days after his thirteenth birthday, he was claimed by his father via a speaking mechanical dog. The dog, not having a further purpose, shut itself down, but Charles was able to
screw around with fix the dog, and named him Rudy. He, his mother and Rudy managed to live in peace for a few more years, before he began to become “powerful” enough (more just irksome) to the monsters nearby him, and they began to attack. With a magic wrench gifted to him by his father, he was able to beat off the first few, but soon it became apparent he would need to leave for a safer area. Within hours of this realization a Satyr came and took him to Camp Half-Blood, where he has lived for the past few years.
RP Example : Vegail frowned as the other man seemed to contract tuberculosis suddenly. It was a disease he was well acquainted with, and he knew that the symptoms didn't set in that suddenly, and so logic dictates it had something to do with the smoke inhalation."I see you are a meta human of some description, that shall be useful". Vegail nodded, though it was not the time to argue that, while in the technical sense of the word he was "beyond human", he was not what most would call an actual meta human. Lab experiments usually aren't.
The man opened his mouth to answer Vegail's question. "I am Champion. And what should I call you?". Velon almost laughed aloud; he called himself Champion? Or was that his literal name? In either case, he felt bad for the man; in one case, he had bad parents, and in the other he was obviously mentally addled. If they did not just go about their separate lives after this, Vegail would find out soon enough. "You may call me Michael."
"Michael, be very careful with what you do with your powers - the fire will have made this palce unstable, if we move something which is insecure we could bring the entire structure tumbling down; with the Little Girl and Us in it". The other male-"Champion" warned Vegail. Not a necessary warning, but at least it proved the other had some intellect about him. Or watched too many documentaries on The Discovery Channel. Either could work here.
Champion was walking hurriedly ahead of Vegail when the floor gave way underneath him and he began to fall. Vegail reached out with his hand and telekinetically grabbed Champion, hoisting him back up and onto more stable footing.
Other Notes: Charles has a magical wrench, made of celestial bronze, from Hephaestus. The wrench can turn into any mundane tool, and build any mundane object, and he can use it, combined with his mechanical knowledge and that of others, to build more advanced, even magical items.