VERDAY, spencer jeremy

[SPENCER JEREMY VERDAY]

SPENCER JEREMY VERDAY
IS YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND

We aren't all goody-two-shoes computer geeks.

IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME
I DO NOT CARE

FULL NAME Spencer Jeremy Verday
NICKNAMES Spence, Spee, Verday, Brainiac, Geek, Skinny
AGE Eighteen
GENDER Male
SEXUALITY Straight
STATUS Single
RACE Demigod
YEARS AT CAMP eight
OCCUPATION OR GRADE Senior
SPECIAL POWERS & ABILITIES Like all Demigods, Spencer is dyslexic and has ADHD. He knows a lot about weapons. Spencer has a lot of knowledge and wisdom about many other things as well. He also gets his cleverness from his mom and is good at planning things well. He also knows a lot about things related to war.

I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP
I CAN HELP MYSELF

HAIR COLOUR Naturally, Spencer's hair is a light blonde. He dyed it so now it's somewhere between caramel-colored and brown. His hair isn't short, but it's not long. He wears it messy and can't be bothered to fix it. Sometimes his hair is naturally messy, but it's usually three-fourths natural, one-fourth hair gel.
EYES He has grey eyes, but sometimes they appear to be a mix of gray and green or gray and blue. They're, for the most part, oval shaped, but slightly more pointed on the outside than on the inside.
SCARS He has several scars, but his most notable one is from behind his ear, down his neck, and wrapping around to an end on his right shoulder.
TATTOOS Spencer has one tattoo on his left shoulder of a Celtic cross.
PIERCINGS None
PLAY-BY Jamie Johnston

APPEARANCE Spencer is tall and muscular, but thin. He's six feet and one and a half inches tall. He's strong, but not ripped. He has more of a toned look, where you can see the muscle but it's not BAM! in your face muscle. He's got a light tan most of the time, except for in winter. His general appearance is a hint at his 'I don't care' personality. He keeps himself in good shape with a lot of running, swimming, and general physical activity. He's made sure he doesn't look like a nerd or a geek, yet he has a very innocent look about his face most of the time with his neither baby-ish nor chiseled face shape. Overall, he generally looks like someone you can trust not to bash your brains in.
WARDROBE Spencer is a very laid back guy, and his style reflects it. His everyday and school wear consists of jeans, athletic shoes, a t-shirt, possibly an undershirt, and usually a leather jacket or hoodie. His camp wear is basically athletic shoes, jeans or cargo shorts, his camp t-shirt, and a hoodie. Accessory-wise, he wears rings, bracelets, a studded belt, a watch, and his Camp Halfblood necklace. Like a lot of teenage guys, he isn't fond of formal wear. But in the event that he has to go to something formal he'll wear black jeans, a nice shirt, and appropriate footwear. Overall, he dresses in dark or neutral colors, unless it's red. His hair is messy no matter the occasion and no one has ever successfully managed to get him to tame it.

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

LIKES

• reading (in Ancient Greek)
  
• practice sword-fighting
  
• girls
  
• smoking
  
• alcohol
  
• playing the guitar
  
• singing
  
• running
  
• swimming
  
• battle plans
  
• video games
  
• history
  
• having fun
  
• being intelligent
  
• his hair
  
• sleeping in
  
• friends
  
• winning

DISLIKES

• early mornings
  
• failing
  
• being wrong
  
• being outsmarted
  
• losing
  
• real fighting
  
• getting made fun of
  
• liars
  
• idiots
  
• vain people
  
• boats
  
• spiders
  
• deserts
  
• extreme weather
  
• being bored
  
• pink
  
• sucky movies
  
• anything poorly made/planned

FEARS

• spiders
  
• dying
  
• being a failure

SECRETS He watched his step-mom beat his step-sister secretly. It’s why he hates most real violence.

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Spencer's got a big heart and a big brain. He's very intelligent. He tends to have a really good memory, unfortunately it's not selective. He knows a good deal about a lot of different subjects and knows how to hold an intelligent conversation. He likes planning things or looking at planning things. He likes looking at and forming battle plans and studying about wars and history, despite his hatred of most violence. Anything poorly planned or poorly made irks him until it's fixed. He's very interested in weapons, from guns to knives and swords, to how they evolved from war to war. Spencer honestly is a bit of a geek, but he really hates when he gets called one.

Spencer's heart is in the right place, even if his attitude doesn't match up. He cares about people, even if he doesn't show it. He'll stand up for someone getting bullied if no one else will. He generally doesn't respond with violence, but sometimes he gets shoved over the edge and can't help himself. He has a reason for working out, you know. Spencer is generally a nice guy, despite his bad guy appearance. He tries to be helpful if he can and avoid getting caught up in drama by any means possible.

He's also just a regular teenage guy. He's extremely laid back and likes sleeping in even if it's not the weekend. He picked up smoking and drinking somewhere along the road of life and hasn't bothered with trying to stop. He's also experimented with music every now and then, but he doesn't really intend to get too much into it. He also really likes video games. It's one of his other unhealthy obsessions. He's pretty much a normal teenage guy, as normal as you can be when you're a Demigod anyways.

GET OVER IT
I'M JUST A PERSON

OLYMPIAN PARENT Athena
MORTAL PARENT Braiden Jeremiah Verday - 45
SIBLINGS Kasey Marietta Verday – 15 – Half-sister
OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE Serena Lacey Johnson-Verday – 40 – ex-step-mom
ORIGIN Laurel, Maryland (birthplace)
Baltimore, Maryland (current home)
HISTORY Spencer was born as the son of Braiden Verday and the goddess Athena. When he was two, his dad got married to a woman named Serena Lacey Johnson. One year later, she gave birth to Spencer's half-sister Kasey Marietta Verday. Spencer and Kasey got along fine, it was Serena that was the problem. If something happened to the house or to Kasey, Spencer was blamed. He didn't like Serena much from the first memory he has of her to now. She was okay with that, even though she would demand his respect. He tended to defy her when she did. Little Spencer wasn't very strong but one day when he was six, she slapped him and he punched her in the stomach. He got sent into the backyard for the rest of the day until his dad came home and let him inside.

When Spencer was eight, he started to notice something weird about Kasey and Serena. Whenever Kasey was around him or Serena she seemed like she was scared of them, rather than the talkative little girl he was used to. After a few months of this, he decided to go ask her about it when they were supposed to be asleep since it was unlikely that Serena would catch him asking her about it. He heard a noise coming from her room as he walked down the hallway as quietly as possible to ask her about it. The door was cracked and she could see Serena in there. He occasionally heard her mutter something before striking Kasey, who was crying quietly and whimpering. Spencer had heard her crying and screaming before, but he'd figured she was just having a nightmare.

He felt bad for letting it go on for a whole year after he found out, but he was too scared to stand up to his step-mom. He finally worked up the courage when he was nine and crept back to Kasey's room one night when Serena was in there. He slowly pushed the door open, and snuck in. Neither Kasey nor Serena saw him coming. Then he started beating Serena's legs with his nine year old fists. When she turned around, he took a good punch at her stomach before she slapped him as hard as she could across the face. His shout woke up his dad, who came running in. He saw Kasey crying behind Serena, who was standing over Spencer, who was holding the side of his face trying to be brave and keep himself from crying. Soon after, Braiden got a divorce from Serena and custody of Kasey and Spencer.

After the divorce, the three of them moved to an apartment in Baltimore. Spencer considered it to be more of a home than Laurel ever was when Serena was in his life. Things were pretty normal for awhile. Then the day after his tenth birthday, a monster attacked him while he was on his way home from school. He barely got away and managed to tell his dad about it. His dad had known that it was coming eventually and took him as fast as possible to Camp Halfblood in New York. They were almost to the camp when they were attacked by a Chimera. Let's just say that Spencer learned how to work a gun really quick, even if it had no effect on the monster. When they reached the bottom of Halfblood Hill, his dad told him to get out and run for the tree. His dad proceeded to drive around like a madman, trying to keep the Chimera's attention until Spencer got to the edge of the property line.

Spencer didn't have to wait very long until Athena claimed him as her child. He was in the arena one day when her mark appeared over his head. After his arrival, he became a mostly year-round camper. Every other year he would go back to his dad's house for the school year and return to Camp Halfblood for the summer and next year. It gave him the chance to develop himself outside of the camp, yet still get more than just one summer's worth of training. He's now been with the camp for eight years.

TRUST ME
I'M NOT ANOTHER STRANGER

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Analeigh walked into the classroom, yawning. It was early by her standards. She walked over to the desk at the front of the classroom and looked around making sure she was the only person in the room. When she was sure she was completely alone, she ripped open the desk drawer and pulled out a flask, taking a sip from it. She almost immediately felt more awake. Okay, so she had a bit of an alcohol problem. But whatever, she was almost legal by Muggle standards anyways. Just a few months away from being 21. She resealed it and placed it back in the drawer, before swishing a bit of water around her mouth to rinse out the smell in case she had to talk to someone who could recognize when someone had been drinking. She walked over to the blackboard, heels clicking on the cold stone floor of the dungeon class room. She picked up one of the pieces of chalk and wrote 'Welcome to Potions, please find your seat.' on the dark surface, the white chalk standing out against the solid, clean black of the board. She wrote the date in the top corner and signed her name under the note.

The lighting was rather dim in here, but she couldn’t think of any way to bring more light to the room without it being at risk of exploding. Potions ingredients had a bad tendency to be flammable and possibly cause explosions if mixed with other ingredients. She just hoped that none of the students she had today knew that. She’d rather save having candles exploding for, well, never. She’d already heard about one teacher being fired this year for a fight and she figured the potions classroom going up (or was it down?) in flames wouldn’t go over well with Professor Dumbledore. And she’d rather not find out the hard way, so she’d just have to deal with the dark lighting. She leaned against the desk, gripping the edge with her fingers, waiting for the students to begin showing up.

’Oh please let this class end well,’ she thought quietly. This was the first job she’d gotten since leaving Hogwarts because she’d been living with her parents so that she could continue her study of Potions. She’d liked Hogwarts when she left three years ago. How much could a school change in three years? Well, it could probably change a lot. Especially since the people who’d been fourth years when she graduated were this year’s seventh years. Wasn’t that a nice thought to think of when you wanted to feel like you were getting old. What she really wondered was whether or not any of the students would recognize her. She’d been known to be a bit of an odd Slytherin. Probably the nicest Slytherin in the past five years, maybe more years than that. After all, you didn’t run into nice Slytherins much. They usually tried to be the meanest, most evil students in the school, not to mention that they succeeded by far. Since the newest Dark Wizard had come from Slytherin, that wasn’t hard to believe, was it? She shook her head to clear it and focus on the coming class.

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

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