MATTHEWS, DYLAN MURRAY {DONE}

[DYLAN MURRAY MATTHEWS]

DYLAN MURRAY MATTHEWS
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

”The waves shall crash, the seas shall sing, because the prince is here, and ready to party!”

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Dylan Murray Matthews
NICKNAMES
AGE 16
GENDER male
SEXUALITY bisexual
STATUS single
RACE demigod
YEARS AT CAMP three {this year's his fourth}
OCCUPATION OR GRADE going into 11
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES –HYDROKENISIS. can control water, and when none is around, can draw it from his ‘inner ocean’ or from the surrounding nature. can breathe underwater, and only gets wet when he wants to.
-HORSES. dylan can telepathically talk to horses of any kind.
-WEATHER. can create minor hurricanes at his greatest power.
-SPORTS. gifted in any aquatic sport.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR his hair is naturally black, but he spends so much time in chlorinated water that it now has a dirty blonde coloration, though in the right light it’s more of a light brown, medium length, and is left straight, and naturally curls to the side
EYES light green, normally shaped
SCARS none
TATTOOS trident on his left shoulder blade
PIERCINGS none
PLAY-BY kendall schmidt

APPEARANCE Dylan’s body is kept in shape with his sports. He’s on the swimming and track team, so he has that kind of leaner look to his body. Though he still tends to give off the powerful aura that says “I can so beat you up if I want to”. He stands at about 6’ flat and weighs about 164 pounds, though a lot of it is muscle. His body has been stripped of body fat that isn’t necessary for bodily function.
WARDROBE Dylan’s causal wear around the house is a plain tee and shorts, though the shirt is extremely optional. Depends on who’s in the house. No shoes or socks. Dylan does not like shoes or anything covering his feet at all. It’s just one of those things that he just can’t stand. Outside the house, when he wants to be causal, he’ll wear either graphic, normally witty tee, or a plain V-neck and shorts, with flip-flops in warmer weather. In colder weather, he’ll wear long sleeved shirts, jeans, and converse. His jeans border barely baggy to skinny. When he wants to get a bit dressier, he’ll put on a dress shirt, and roll up the sleeves, or leave them down. Depends on how cold it is outside. He never gets dressier than that, unless he’s forced to. His normal Camp attire is a long-sleeved black, dark orange, or yellow shirt over the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, with shorts and flip-flops. Unless he has to do battle training, where he’ll put on a pair of running shoes.

DON'T JUDGE ME
AND I WON'T JUDGE YOU

LIKES

• the ocean
  
• horses
  
• volleyball
  
• the colors blue and grey
  
• swimming
  
• track
  
• rain
  
• sunny days
  
• kids of dionysus {they know how to party}

DISLIKES

• winter
  
• the cold
  
• cats
  
• forges
  
• archery
  
• any ranged weapon
  
• dead things
  
• hail

FEARS

• death
  
• drowning {though he knows he can’t}

SECRETS

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OVERALL PERSONALITY
Dylan is a very outgoing kinda guy. He won’t hesitate to say hi to anyone. He is a really caring guy, and will look out for anyone. He’s also pretty flamboyant, but he knows how to keep that under control. For being one of the “jock types”, he doesn’t have the ego to match. He’s pretty modest, and doesn’t take compliments that well. As in, compliment him, he’ll downplay it, or ignore you, or disagree. Another thing is that Dylan gets along splendidly with the Dionysus kids because he’s a party animal.

But a word to the wise, never get on his bad side. That could spell doom and gloom for you. He’s an excellent grudge-holder, and uses that often. He’s also very bad at hiding his emotions, and can be read like a book. They say that eyes are the entrance to the soul, well for Dylan, they’re the widest gates you could ever imagine. He’s also got a bit of a temper, so be careful with bullying him or anyone else.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Poseidon
MORTAL PARENT Maria Stephanie Norwood {Maiden name- Matthews}, 36
SIBLINGS none
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Charles “Chuck” Norwood, 37
ORIGIN San Francisco, California
HISTORY Maria Matthews was a beautiful woman. She was in her own class. Since she lived near the New York area, she spent many a summer day at the beach. When she was 20, she met the man of her dreams. He called himself Murray Zion. It was love at first sight. They dated for a few months, and when Maria told Murray she was pregnant with their child, Murray told her everything. He was really Poseidon, God of the Sea, Earthquakes, and Horses. He told her about Camp Half-Blood, and then left.

Nine months later on July 7, 1993, in a hospital in New York, Maria had her baby. She named him Dylan, meaning “Son of the Sea” and the middle name Murray, after the name Poseidon had used for so long. Dylan had a nice childhood, with few incidents, occasionally telling his mom that the dog outside was really, really big, or that there was a lion along the road when they went on vacation. Stuff like that, that most mortal parents of demigods have to go through.

When he got older, stuff happened to Dylan. He’d encountered some odd creatures, but unlike when he was little, didn’t tell people of them. He thought he was going insane. He only told this to his mom, who would tell him that it was normal, and that he shouldn’t worry. When he was thirteen, his first monster encounter happened. It was June was on a part of the beach that no one went to, when he was looking into the water. He though he’d seen a woman’s face reflected on the water, but he was alone. It was bugging him. Then, something roared. It was a hellhound. Panicking, Dylan ran into the water. The hellhound attacked him, and wherever it attacked, the water healed him. Quickly, he became enraged, and the water responded. The waves hardened, and attacked the beast. Soon, it just swallowed the hellhound, and Dylan ran to find his mom. When he told her, she got them home fast, and packed everything she could into suitcases and loaded herself, the suitcases, and Dylan in the car. Speeding to Long Island, she told Dylan everything. A few days into being there at dinner, green mist showing a trident appeared over his head as he made an offering. Poseidon had claimed him.

He knew he couldn’t go back home. His mother lived in San Francisco, and they both knew that it would be deadly for him to live there. And she couldn’t move over to New York for him to be a summer camper, since she’d gotten married to Chuck Norwood. Though she’d told Chuck everything, and he stayed with her anyway. She knew that she had to, because she’d made Dylan promise to Iris-Message her all the time.

Even though he didn’t go to a mortal school anymore, Dylan was discovering himself more and more. Mostly it was discovering he was bi. Though it wasn’t discovering more like putting what he knew into a concrete idea. He’d met a son of Aeolus, and they’d started dating, though Dylan had made sure that no one else could know about them. He wasn’t sure exactly what to do about everything, but his boyfriend was a summer camper. He went back to his home, and they broke up, but he swore to keep Dylan’s secret.

SENTENCE OF ME The swimmer that loves to party it up.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS Jay
AGE 16
RULE WORDS
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? [color=000000PM, [e-mail]

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WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Camp Half-Blood
CREDIT: -bigmultitasker- Thank you for making this smexi bio!
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{This is from another site, one of my better samples}

Benji watched a bit sullenly as Cole put the shield as a barrier between the two. That could be taken a few ways. The first that came to Benji was that Cole wanted him to leave. But that might not be it. The shield itself seemed like an anchor to something for Cole. Maybe he meant that something was a barrier to him. Or maybe Benji was going out of his mind. Any of the options worked, but Benji refused to accept the first possibility as the truth. Benji thought that if Cole wanted him gone, then he’d have said so himself. He knew by know that Cole wasn’t the most versatile person when it came to people, but Benji thought that Cole would at least know how to get out of a situation.

Benji watched as the boy relived something in his past. It seemed to affect him terribly, because Benji and the fire were fighting to stay alive. His thin jacket wasn’t going to overcome the cold. He was tempted just to do something, anything really, to make the kid happy. Benji was fine with the previous temperature, but this was killer. And not in the good way. Benji felt like he was going to freeze there. But, he ignored the feeling and placed his arm around Cole, once again showing that he was there. Benji was one of those “touchy feely” people.

“Nothing interesting, I was told we had to go, and then I came here,”

Benji gave a loud sigh. When was this kid going to learn that he couldn’t lie around Benji? Benji knew all. Plus, he’d seen the tear. He felt bad for the guy. Something really bad happened. But, you can’t get around Benji that easy. Though he wouldn’t yell at Cole for lying to him to blatantly, he thought that the kid was hiding something from him. And he was planning the exact words to say when Cole cut him out of his train of thought with,

“What time is it?”

Benji looked at Cole, and opened and closed his mouth a few times. ‘What is he trying to pull here?’ Benji thought to himself. Opening his mouth a final time, Benji said, “Um, I’m not sure. Dionysus took my phone at the beginning of the summer. I kinda wish they didn’t completely cut us off. Though I guess Iris-Messaging is fine and all, but you can’t Iris-Message your friends from school,” he was trying to make a joke, and he thought that he failed. He didn’t even try to show that it was joke… it was just a fail. A complete fail. He could’ve smacked himself.

“What happened to your parents?”

Benji wasn’t sure what Cole was talking about. Was he asking just about his mom in general? Or did he think that something happened to her? Benji opened his mouth, decided that the phrasing he wanted to say was wrong, and closed his mouth again. He thought about his approach to the question again. Opening his mouth again, he said, “Well, um, my mom’s fine. I think that her biggest shock recently was about three years ago when I was attacked. My friend Xavier, he was a satyr, brought me home bleeding in a few places, and the healers here told me that I broke three ribs. I had really deep wounds on my leg, and even with the nectar and ambrosia, I still have scars. I feel really bad for her. That was probably the worst shock she’s had in awhile. Probably only dwarfed by Apollo telling her who he was,”

Benji heard the shield crash. He looked up, looking for what caused the noise. The sound reverberated in the Amphitheatre, showing the excellent natural sound system the structure possessed. He knew about this all too well, since he was pretty much required to be in the sing-a-longs. He didn’t have to sing so loud when your voice would reverberate like the shield just showed. He wondered what it meant. He knew that the shield had a major importance to Cole. It was like the little blanket he had as a child. But it looked like Cole still held onto his past, while Benji had left it to spread his wings. By Cole dropping it, Benji thought maybe he could show Cole how to spread his wings, like he’d done so long ago. He didn’t want to give a physical showing of this desire, not yet. He’d wait, and see what Cole would do next.

“My mother died after she gave birth to me, as occurs with all children of Thanatos. We cannot be born without a life being taken from the world, we represent balance between life and death and so all of our births require a sacrifice of some sort. I grew up in an orphanage in Dublin for the next eleven years after that until I was adopted by my new family that had been looking to adopt an older child for some time. We traveled the world for two years and eventually settled in a small town outside of New York. On my thirteenth birthday a crash was heard from the first story of our house. My father made his way down first and soon after another crashing sound and a snarl were heard…”

Benji put his arm around Cole in a comforting fashion. This was the thing that was troubling him. This was the weight, the band around his wings. It seemed to Benji that Cole never really told anyone his past. Benji felt honored that tonight he’d been a person who Cole trusted enough to tell this to. He put his other hand on Cole’s shoulder that was closest to him. He looked at Cole. To Benji, Cole blamed himself for everyone’s death. Benji thought that Cole shouldn’t get at him like that. He may be the child of Death, but death around him wasn’t his fault. “C’mon, Cole. Keep going. The only way to go forward is to let go of the past. Let the past stay in the past, and keep moving forward. The fist step toward spreading your wings and flying into the present and future is to take the weight of the past off your back and it will unlock your wings,” It was so Benji. So, a child of Apollo. So, a poet. He was being poetic during a serious time. But, then again, with tragedy, you have to have some poetic tinder to get out of it. Light the fire, and the ice of the tragedy will melt away fast. All Benji needed to do was light the fire.

I GUESS I'LL GO
BEST BE ON MY WAY OUT

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