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[Daniel Young]

DANIEL YOUNG
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

Saving People. Hunting Things. The Family Business.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Daniel Young
NICKNAMES Danny, Dan.
AGE 26
GENDER male
SEXUALITY straight
STATUS single, but far from celibate, as barmaids across america can attest!.
RACE Demigod.
OCCUPATION OR GRADE defender of the weak, killer of monsters
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES What you might call sticky fingers! Like many Hermes children, he isn't above pilfering! Really good at not getting lost! so...like all men, he doesn't ask for directions...unlike most, he doesn't need to

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR dark goldish, and pretty short. Penny's a military girl, she doesn't like long hair and tends to persuade him to cut it.
EYES grey-green.
SCARS like Penny, he has his fair share! He has a nasty acid burn on one leg from their encounter with the hydra...
TATTOOS none
PIERCINGS none
PLAY-BY Jensen Ackles

APPEARANCE Around six foot. He'll say he is, but Penny would say 5ft 11"! Fairly broad shouldered and wide boned, but not bulky. A hero has to be fast as well as strong.
WARDROBE Denim, old tshirts, a rough jacket, heavy walking boots or army boots. He doesn't do formal. He's got his own leavers' hoodie, but it generally lives wrapped around his sawn off shot gun.

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

LIKES

• ACDC and rock music of the same type
  
• boxing, he's been known to win them some extra money at bare knuckle boxing...oh, so has penny apparently...
  
• his car, a '67 Chevy Impala (of course)
  
• chicks...(women, not baby chickens...he can be a bit eighties at times)
  
• eighties movies, cop shows

DISLIKES

• commitment *grins* "harsh but true..."
  
• anyone who scratches the Impala
  
• monsters
  
• "chick food", namely salad, houmous, healthy crap...
  
• the rising price of diesel

FEARS

• marriage
  
• losing penny

SECRETS He has no secrets from Penny, but from anyone else, his dark secret is that he actually sort of likes Dolly Parton...

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Outwardly cocky and letting nothing touch him, Dan actually has a deeper side, a darker, mournful part of him which longs for a normal life. Time and time again he finds himself in the guise of hero, and he's not sure he buys that anymore. He's still the lighter of the pair on the outside, but he's pretty sure that without Pen he'd have given up with it all years ago.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Hermes
MORTAL PARENT Andrea Masters nee Carter, somewhere in her 50s
SIBLINGS step brothers and sisters, he doesn't feel like telling me their names
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Mr Winchester (so sue me, I was unimaginative), a centaur who, like Chiron, posed as a wheelchair bound man, in this case a teacher, in order to be a contact point for Half Bloods in the south...also a son of Hephaestus called Marcus Forrest, deceased.
ORIGIN Texas.
HISTORY It's not Andrea's fault! Let's make it clear! She meets this guy and he sees something more in her and makes her feel like she's the only one who can make him truly smile again. There's a weight behind his eyes, this world-weary exhaustion she wants to kiss away...She doesn't know he's a god, she just knows they are meant to be together. And then he leaves, citing work as an excuse, and she realises that without him, she can't be what he saw in her.

So she does what any savvy girl does, she falls in love on the rebound, gets married shotgun fast and never tells the kid who's born seven months after the wedding that he's not her husband's kid. But her husband knows, and he never treated Danny quite the same as the kid that followed three years later. Anyway, Danny was odd. He told weird stories and he had a sort of tendency to pick things up that didn't belong to him. Not because he wanted them, but just because he could. At school he used to steal from the bully and give to the nerds. Which got him expelled. Twice.

Danny was a trouble kid, he grew up in the nineties, and since he didn't get much support at school, he took to hanging out with the history teacher at school, who listened to amazing music and taught him to play guitar, who owned a landrover that leaked and told him stories that weren't on the curriculum. The other kids pretty much ignored him, and sometimes mocked him for hanging out with "a cripple" as they cruelly called their wheelchair bound teacher.

Hermes had tried to check in on him now and then, but Andrea, a bit of a drama queen at the best of times, told him never to interfere in her life or that of her family. When the boy was twelve though, the god could no longer bear the separation and met a rather dubious and wary Danny at the garage Danny hung around in the hope they would let him touch or someday drive the beautiful pieces of metal that were taken in there and refitted to be like new. When Hermes told Daniel he was his father, the kid reacted with anger and denial, but Hermes merely laid a hand on his shoulder and said "You might not want me, but you are my son, claimed and acknowledged. I can't promise to keep you safe. I only wish I could." And then he left. Danny didn't go home that night, he went to school, broke into his history teacher's study and curled up under the desk til morning.

He told his teacher, and the second of three revelations rocked his life. It turned out that Mr Winchester was not actually paraplegic, but a centaur. He explained about half bloods, about the truth that was hidden beyond the Mist, about the gods. Danny believed him, as he hadn't believed his father. A man who could play stairway to heaven couldn't be all bad.

Danny was taken to the garage again, which turned out (third revelation) to be owned by a guy called Marcus Forrest, who was a son of Hephaestus. Marcus drove Danny across the country to New York state in a '67 Chevy Impala, and deposited him at camp half blood.

Anyway, see Penny's app for details here! They were fast friends throughout their time at camp, and when they drove away, both aged eighteen, in that same Chevy Impala, bequeathed to him when Marcus was killed by a rogue hydra, they did so without looking back.

The next years were passed killing monsters, driving from coast to coast writing wrongs and generally being heroes. After years of this, of being social outcasts and exhausted by fighting monsters, vengeful spirits and others, they started to reminisce about the camp. So they decided to come back and visit, and now they're helping out with training and stuff.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

ALIAS welshie
AGE 23
RULE WORDS If it's my life, i have to live it myself.
WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? bet to PM on penthesilea
WHERE DID YOU FIND US? google.

went looking for something one of my men had written, and something at least partially action based...and not the welsh lot, because i used welsh for penny...so...this is set at the end of the second day of the Siege of Nottingham, the portcullis has just been let down, trapping some men on the other side...

William rebounded off the grill, and it didn't even shake.

His forearms smacked into the unforgiving barrier, and on the other side men reached through, pleading in wordless terror.

"Pull it up!" He shouted, his voice breaking, his body shaking, but no one obeyed. They were too scared, too frightened for themselves to allow it, and he stood there and watched as the enemy got closer, more men, exhausted by a day and a half of fighting, fell behind, and were brought down.

And he heard Ned scream.

And saw, even at this distance he saw, the young face contorted in agony, and the sword descending again. Ned, the youngest of them, who'd woken them all up on Gilo's wedding day. He didn't hear his own screams any more, but he felt them, felt them like claws in his throat, felt the desperate hands clutching his through the portcullis, felt his arms bruising as he strained at the barrier, felt himself being pulled back from the gateway so they could close the great oak doors.

And he screamed his denial over and over but the hands did not listen.

No matter how much he struggled he could not break loose, and his eyes stayed on a distant crumpled form as the gates closed. A form that someone was bending over. Already they were picking the corpses clean, picking Nottingham clean.

God.

Not a prayer or accusation. Not even quite a question. Just a faint echo in his mind that tried to exert itself over the madness.

A few moments more, or an hour more, and his struggles ceased. They let him go and he set his hands on the flagstones and pushed himself up, rising from the ground, his face set, his shoulders straight. He turned, took three steps, raised his arm, and his the man he had called master as hard as he could.

Guy went down, stumbling backwards, amazed by the unexpected blow. He looked up at the rigid face above him.

"God damn you for that," William grated. "If he has not already."

They'd just left men behind.

A guard never left men behind.

He walked away from Guy, reeling from the shock inside, but outwardly calmed.

"William."

He looked at her.

"Jack didn't make it back."

"A lot of men did not make it back."

Angharad nodded.

"I know. That's not what I meant. They need orders. Or it's all for nothing."

Drawing himself into a pillar of strength, feeling the eyes of the dead on his back, William took a deep breath, and then turned.

"Come on. Up on the walls. Move it!" And he did, running, and taking the steps two at a time, leaving Guy on the flagstones, shaking in horror at what had been done. And William went up on the walls, and did not shake, even when he looked down, saw them bringing forward the gallows, looked at the troops arrayed before them, and faced what was to come.

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

[(Spike)]

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