Davis, Erin

Nickname/s: n/a
Age: 14 years
Gender: Male
Species: Demigod
Godly Parent: Apollo
Family: Apollo (father), Angela Davis (mother), Tucker Davis (stepfather), Tobias Davis (older brother), Justin Davis (older cousin), Riley Davis (older cousin), Victoria Davis (aunt), and Horace (his baby puppy).
Sexuality: Bisexual
Claim: Colin Ford

Claimed: Yes
Mythology: Roman
Camp: Camp Jupiter
Status at Camp: Camper
Power/s: Erin has one ability, the power to heal physical wounds by singing songs to his dad.
Skill/s: Like other children of Apollo, Erin is a natural with archery and instruments - though he doesn't know how to play that many instruments. He also possesses an amazing singing voice.

History: Erin was born the second child of Angela Davis. He grew up with her and his younger brother in Manhattan, New York. TBA
Personality: Erin is like a book, full of different chapters to his personality. How he acts depends solely on the situation he is in and the people, or lack of, around him. Though he likes to meet new people and make new friends, he’s a quiet and awkward boy when one first meets him. He isn’t a natural leader, which results in him having no interest in becoming centurion. To be honest, he has zero leadership skills at all. What he lacks in that, however, he makes up for with loyalty to his fellow Demigods. He is good at doing what he is told and rarely questions authority, unless he has a bad feeling about his orders. He is modest and cares a lot for his friends and even other Demigods at Camp he doesn’t even know. He likes to keep people happy and would do most anything to see someone smile. As a son of Apollo, he is full of light, always attempting poetry and music to entertain others. When it comes to himself and his own personal needs, he often puts others before him. That can be a good quality, but it leads to him neglecting his needs as well as his own personal problems.

Alias: Anna
Pronouns: Feminine
Contact: PM
Experience: Five or so years
Source: I made the site
Character/s: See the list by my staff picture

Example: Erin was part of the Roman Fifth Cohort which, despite it not having the best reputation, was an honor to him. He felt like he was on his way to becoming a true Roman, someone who could make his father proud. He was also honored to have been placed on the mission he was currently on. Kyle had come up to him specifically and asked him to scout out the Greek camp. He had felt a swell of pride at the request. And he had no reason to question it. Kyle had been Praetor for a while now so he figured he knew what he was doing.

He had no way of knowing he was being manipulated. He didn’t know that during his days traveling to Camp Half-Blood, his cohort had reported him missing to Kyle. He had no way of knowing that Kyle was desperately trying to figure out where the young son of Apollo had gone. Because he didn’t know that he hadn’t spoken with Kyle, but rather a trickster in disguise. He didn’t know he had encountered Loki.

He crouched down just outside the property line, aware that the Greeks could have someone guarding it. It was what the Romans did, so they would have been smart to do the same. He unslung his bow from his shoulder and prepared himself in case he needed to draw an arrow from his quiver. He was trained to be ready for a confrontation. However, they wouldn’t know whether he was Greek or Roman. His tattoos were covered by the sweatshirt he wore. He was certain they would wonder how he already had a bow and quiver full of arrows, though.

Focus, he thought to himself, relaxing his muscles and pulling his free hand away from his quiver, though he remained gripping his bow. He didn’t know entirely what ‘Kyle’ wanted from him. He guessed he needed to check out the Greeks, see if they were preparing or planning to attack them.

The normally fun-loving boy was forced to get serious as he slipped closer to the entrance to the camp, crouching amongst some bushes. The sky was darkening, signaling that it was around dinner time. The majority of the campers would most likely be eating. He figured that gave him the best opportunity to sneak in. He didn’t like sneaking around, but ‘Kyle’ had sent him off without giving him any sort of plan.

The fourteen-year-old licked his lips as he felt them going dry. He hadn’t eaten since lunch the previous day. The thought of a meal was appealing, but he had to focus. He had to push back the fear he felt about being in enemy territory. They may have had an uneasy alliance with Camp Half-Blood, but ‘Kyle’ had made it sound like they were already considering them enemies.

Sneaking around, though, felt like the smart thing to do. He didn’t want to cause a war, after all. His eyes swiveled around when he heard some noise and he tried to pinpoint the location. He crouched further in the bushes, hoping his cover wasn’t blown.