1.Name: Neko X Star
2.Age: 15
3.Gender: female
4.height: 5'6
5.Eye color:
6.Hair Color and Skin color: Dark blonde with dark blue streaks, tan
7.Mortal parent: Evan Star
8.God Parent: Vulcan
9.Talents(normaly): artist (a art artist and music artist), professional comedian, Judo teacher(thats a type of martial art)
10.Skills(what skills with weapons): stuff
11.Powers(optional you dont have to have any): controls fire and has huge strength
12.Weapons: a thin imperial gold sword and 5 imperial gold daggers
13.Pets: pure white dog with red eyes and a red spiked collar with weasel skull on the front, named Thunder
14.country of origin: Italy
15.Flaws: Majorly ADHD, Sucks at video games, and gets ticked off too much
16.life before roman camp(5 sentences): She lived in Italy from when she was born till age 8. Her mom was actress, but usually she was raised by her older alcoholic half brother he was 23. Rarely saw her mom, and when she did her mom ignored her. Though she did great in school. And on her 9th birthday they moved to England and she lived there from 9 to 13. Then they moved to California, but at age 14 she ran away. Then ended up at camp.
17. Rp Example (5 sentences): I sigh. I hate my life, it stinks, everyone thinks when your parents are famous your life is great. Well they are could never be more wrong, my mom may be an actress, but I never see her, and to top it all off I'm raised by alcoholic half brother. Most of the time he's drunk so I have to take care of myself. I'm only 7 and I take care of everything at my house. Its the nicest house in the city, but we have no maids or housekeepers so i have to take care of the house. "*sigh* Well lets see how bad he wrecked the house today" I say. I open the door and it looks like a tornado went through it. "Ugh" I mutter. So I put my back pack down in the kitchen and start to clean up the house. When I hear " *CRASH*". "What was that?" I ask. I run to where I heard the noise and I see my half brother, Jake on the floor face and chest bleeding." HOLY CRAP!" I scream. I pick up a phone and dial 911. They come and take him to the hospital and guess who had to clean it up, me. It was one of the worst days of my life.
18.Just any extra notes about your charrie: dresses punk
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