West, Kyle

Nickname/s: Sparky, Lightning-bug, Fly-boy
Age: 16 years
Gender: Male
Species: Demigod
Godly Parent: Jupiter
Family: Jupiter (father), Jasmine West (mother), Flynn West (older brother), and Galen West (older cousin).
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Claim: Ulrik Munther

Claimed: Yes
Mythology: Roman
Camp: Camp Jupiter
Status at Camp: Praetor
Power/s: Electrokinesis

• Emit static electricity from the user's body.
• Call down lightning from the sky.
• Conduct electricity into weapons to improve their power.

Skill/s: Non-demigod go here; such as hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, hacking, stealth, etc. Include the character's mastery of their skills in here. If your demigod is thought to be too powerful, the staff will ask you to take away a few skills or tone down their mastery of them.

History: TBA
Personality: One+ paragraphs, third person.

Alias: Anna
Pronouns: Feminine
Contact: PM
Experience: 5 or so years
Source: I made it
Character/s: See the list by my staff pic

Example: Kyle remembered when life wasn’t so complicated. He remembered what it felt like when it was just him and his brother, before he had gotten older and strayed away from Flynn’s side. He used to be such a clingy kid, he noticed, only feeling safe when he was close to his big brother. Times had changed, though, and he wasn’t entirely happy about it. He felt like there was a void between him and Flynn. He felt like his brother didn’t always have his back.

He stood in the temple dedicated to Jupiter, having gotten done quietly praying to his father. He didn’t think Flynn came up here often, if at all. As far as he knew, Flynn wanted absolutely nothing to do with the gods. And he doubted the gods were happy that a praetor was – for lack of a better word – against them. But he was on their side because he thought that siding with the Olympians was the best way to keep Camp Jupiter safe. If the camp continued to support their gods, then surely the gods would protect the camp. He hoped he was right. He didn’t want to get an I told you so from Flynn.

He heard footsteps enter the temple and grimaced, not turning around to see who it was. There had been another meeting planned between the praetors, augur, and centurions. He’d accidentally forgotten about it, and he wondered if they had continued without him or postponed it. “I’m sorry I missed the meeting,” he stated with only the slightest bit of emotion, as if he was stating an obvious fact. “It slipped my mind for once, but it won’t happen again.”

He always felt like there was a weight on his shoulders; a weight that he thought he should have shared with his brother. The weight of having to make some hard decisions, and of having to keep the centurions believing in them. He glanced over his shoulder and frowned at his brother – there was a time when he would have grinned, happy for the company. His frown was mixed with confusion in his eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” he said flatly, “After all, you’re not father’s biggest fan. You’re not even close to being a fan.” He’d seen his brother’s friend, Ariel, was back at camp and he wasn’t happy about it. The two of them tended to get in trouble with the gods when they were together. “I suppose you’ve come to argue with him? Sorry to disappoint you, but father’s not coming down from Olympus to talk.” He knew where his bitterness toward his brother stemmed from, but he wasn’t sure if Flynn knew or if he even cared.